SHAN-YU

Welcome commoner. You dare challenge my strengths? Who am I? *evil grin* I'm your worst nightmare. Leave or I will invade your tumblr in 3.5 seconds. Too late. Ta-ta.

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I want to genderbend every single disney character.

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The woman of my dreams is...a woman version of myself.

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supergna

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How to be a man: example #1

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Mulan, Emperor, and Granny all came in at once.

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This is a great way for everyone to use their imagination.

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A Day with Walt

I was inspired by the movie, “Saving Mr. Banks.” Here’s something I created after watching it. 

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….. hello

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hansprince replied to your post:"It looks like a nice night tonight." Elsa said…

ooc: well elsa you look like a fine woman tonight- I MEAN HI

ooc: I’m a fine woman EVERYNIGHT 

COME I WILL MAKE A MAN OUT OF YOU HANS 

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*cricket* *cricket*

It’s so quiet lately, I can hear that lucky bug creeping around.

Make it stop.

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No.

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Hallo, everybody! How’s everything?

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Hunbearable.

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It's so quiet lately, I can hear that lucky bug creeping around.

Make it stop.

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Lechaeum

The air of Corinth smelt and tasted of salt, much to be expected of a coastal city state but it was a smell that Megara had never thought would fill her lungs. Who would have thought that selling your soul to the lord of the underworld would result in fantastic sight seeing opportunities? Yes, if there was one thing the native Spartan could list as a pro to selling your soul it was the opportunity to travel. Sure, it was to do the dirty work for a rather disgruntled God of the dead but it was so much better than being stuck in Thebes.

Yes, walking up and down the port of Lechaeum, looking for a certain man that Hades wished to posses all day was much better than roaming the streets of Thebes, being grabbed at, mistaken as a woman of the streets or better yet, watching the man you sold your soul for prance around with another woman.

"Did you find them yet?" A slithering voice hissed from the shadows of an alley way, she felt the fur of a harbor rat brush against her ankle. Panic, no doubt. "Not yet. There are a lot of ships coming in. Not to mention he couldn’t give me a hint as to what port they would be docking in." Megara spat, obviously annoyed by the sudden disgusting intrusion to her otherwise beautiful scenery. "Master wants him by the end of the day." Another voice chimed in as a second, more plump rat joined the trail of the other. Pain. Megara’s lip peeled up in disgust at the feel of the dirty fur before she kicked at her feet, nudging the unwanted intruders away from her sandaled feet. "And it will be done by then but not if he keeps sending babysitters." She rolled her eyes, crossing her arms under her chest, ignoring their disgruntled mumbles before retreating back into the dank alley.

It was still much better than sitting around in Thebes.

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"I only ask for one task, and yet somehow you manage to lead me here," Shan proclaimed furiously, rubbing his temples in annoyance.

"I-I-I apologize for the inconvenience y-your greatness, but we must stop for the night," the seafarer winced, "unfortunately, doing so would cause great risk to me and your men."

"What do you mean--great risk?" Shan inquired, scowling at the man.

"We ran out of supplies and our men have grown tired and hungry," the sailor informed, "a-and, I haven't slept for d-days..."  

Shan paced back and forth in hopes that somehow a decision could be made in order to fix the setback. This trip had already caused the death of two men who grew ill from the cold nights, he didn't dare risk the chance of losing more. It'd take several weeks before safely arriving to their intended destination.

His pursuit to Spain would secure an alliance for the Huns, however, their tracks were stopped short. "We'll settle here for several days--stock up on food, water, blankets, and clothing," He ordered, "but no more than a week--or I'll."

Shan paused.

"Bleda, how many men does it take to kill a seafarer?"

"Just one."

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-farts on-