My friggin' sweet Playersona + Griefer design made by my friend ^_^
Their name is Bentley.. please be kind to him
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My friggin' sweet Playersona + Griefer design made by my friend ^_^
Their name is Bentley.. please be kind to him
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tbhk chapter 69
Eddie: Recently my Instagram feed has been cats, dogs, and occasionally a few pictures of my boyfriend.
Beverly: Well why don’t you just unfollow all the cats and dogs?
Eddie: I never said I didn’t like seeing the cats and dogs.
A scenario where any character that has an alt wants to spend more time with the summoner so they steal the clothes of their alternate self
Grima watched Christmas Robin from the corner. “C-Can I help you, Grima?” Robin gulped, placing his book down on the bed.
“I don’t understand why the Summoner… enjoys your company so much. Hmph.” Grima huffed, leaning his head against the wall.
“Well, I’m friendly to them, and I don’t try to kidnap them every two seconds…” Robin said. “Oh! And I don’t sit in the corner and sulk when I have to be away from them for 30 minutes.”
Grima scowled. “Don’t test me, mortal. I would’ve devoured you if the Summoner didn’t… enjoy you so much.”
“See! That’s exactly the reason the Summoner might find you bothersome. You threaten everyone around you into submission. It must be frightening for the Summoner.” Robin said, slightly afraid Grima was going to pound him into dust out of rage.
“Perhaps you’re right… They won’t let me near, but if they think I’m someone else…” Grima’s voice trailed off. He looked up, grinning wickedly.
“G-Grima? Why’re you looking at me like that? Hey-!”
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Grima stepped out into the hallway.
“Ugh, how can he wear such a large coat in the summer?” Grima thought to himself. “I’m burning up…”
“Oh! Robin!” The Summoner waved to them from down the hall. Next to them was Chrom. “Hey, Robin!” He waved too, “Get on over here!”
“Damn Naga-spawn…!” Grima muttered under his breath, padding over.
“Hello… Er, How was the meeting?” Grima said, forcing his tone to be lighter and friendlier than usual.
For a split second, Grima was convinced he saw the Summoner’s face take on a confused expression.
“It was good, the Summoner and I were just talking about tomorrow’s mission. You’re coming, aren’t you? I know you said Katarina wanted tutoring.” Chrom said, wrapping an arm around Grima’s waist. Being so close to Falchion made his skin crawl.
“Y-Yes, I’ll be there. I can’t let you go into battle alone, Chrom.” He smiled as convincingly as he could.
“Good! Uh…” Chrom leaned closer to Grima’s ear. “Meet me in my room, the Summoner gave me this book with all sorts of new positions I want to try.” He kissed him on the cheek, winked, and walked away.
Grima had to keep himself from throwing up.
“Come on, Robin, let’s walk to my room, I have some plans I need to show you.”
“Yes!” Grima thought to himself. “I’ve done it!”
As they rounded the corner, the Summoner shoved him against the wall, kissing him hard.
Grima didn’t hesitate, he kissed the Summoner back with just as much passion and fervor. He wrapped an arm around their waist, pulling them closer. With the other, he groped at their ass.
The Summoner pulled away, grinning. “I knew it was you, Grims!” The Summoner grinned. “I knewwww it!”
“What?!” Grima said, totally surprised. “How?! I’m a perfect lookalike to Robin!”
The Summoner laughed, reaching out and taking his hand. “No… The moment you opened your mouth, I could tell! You’re my Grims… Which means…”
The Summoner frowned at him.
“That means there’s a naked Robin locked up in his room. Give him back his stuff and meet me at my room.” The Summoner winked.
Grima felt his heart start to race. “Yes, my love.” He purred.
i know my brand™ is badly edited spirit tracks memes but i saw this earlier and couldnt resist shaking it up a little with a four swords meme or two