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[skulldxddy]

   “Ah, who cares about petty vandalism? I’m makin’ ART here, yo!       World needs more fuckin’ colour in it, ya feel?”                                                                                                                                    --- @acricaleo.

[ex-mercenary]

                                                               ~ [ @burmecias-protector ]

  The heavy crash of the battle-beaten Dragon Slayer dropping in front of Wyrick was his first hint of why Guts was here, welcome or not. Quickly followed are his words, no second spared.

   “It’s dull. Needs a new coat of somethin’.” The monotone voice of Guts gives no answers to whether this was a request or a demand. Freya’s referral is what had guided Guts to ask Wyrick of such a gargantuan task. No one dared touch this blade since Godo’s passing, but if this guy came personally recommended by Freya, Guts trusts no other soul to hand over the crown. Time to see what Burmecian smiths are made of---if he is even willing to step up to it.

         As he awaits an answer, Guts glances around the room.

   “Don’t suppose you got a bath tub ‘round here?” Hell, if he was asking such a favour, the least he could offer Wyrick was the courtesy of not stinking like a bloodied drunken skunk.

[ex-mercenary-archive-blog]

        ----- @burmecias-protector

           “DOES IT ACHE, FREYA?”

   It meets her with a feral snort. One to humiliate, to scorn. As its wraith-like form weaves through the shadows cast in Dracula’s castle, it disrupts the place she’d come to mourn.

       Perhaps to mourn what SHE is.

       “AN UNWANTED THIRST THAT RATTLES YOUR LIMBS?” 

   But the Beast wouldn’t let her forget. She is of the many it seeks to devour. To think that she was once one of those capable of binding its chains is--LAUGHABLE. What is she now but a lamb for the darkness, victim to an agonising hunger that the Beast knows? It provokes her still, its body barely discernible in its own suffocating black mist bar the flash of meat-stained teeth and a crimson eye that burns as wicked as the fire raging on in the struggler’s heart.

   “WHAT OF THIS UNSATED CRAVING THAT BEDS THE LINE OF YOUR STOMACH?” A large tongue drools out from its unholy maw. “DO YOU GROW SICK OF THE HUNGER?”

[skulldxddy]

   “Pardon me, ma’am---this seat taken? ‘Cause I sure hope it ain’t.”                                                                                                                                        --- @celestialspitfire.

[skulldxddy]

   “You again, ah? What, come to beat down on a man who’s already beat down? It’s just a bloody nose; been through ton of ‘em before. Don’t go make a show of it, lady.”                                                                                                                                --- @burmecias-protector.

[skulldxddy]

   “Oughta turn your ass around right now if ya know what’s good for you, girlie.”                                                                                                                                  --- @heroinedestined.

[skulldxddy]

   “Yo, level with me here. If ya don’t take naps with your Poké-homies on the regular, can you even call yourself a true ‘n honest Pokémon trainer? ‘Cause I don’t think so!”                                                                                                                                  --- @waveraging.