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Send me a “≈” and my muse will react to yours shoving them into a body of water.
Rose shoots from the water in pursuit of the demon, a hand extended to grab him. “Get back here!”
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≈
Send me a “≈” and my muse will react to yours shoving them into a body of water.
Rose shoots from the water in pursuit of the demon, a hand extended to grab him. “Get back here!”
☤
Send me “☤” and your muse will meet my muse’s parents
"This is Rex, is it not?" A tall, ghostly man with hair that was black like Rose's asked, his head inclined in the direction of the elderly woman beside him.
The woman, whose hair had turned gray to match the wrinkles that curved pleasantly upward when she smiled, nodded in response. "Yes, I do believe you are correct."
The man, satisfied with her answer, turned to face the demon with his hands behind his back. "You've become a good friend to Rose." A sigh, almost as if he felt regret for something. "You've shown her things that her imagination could never create even with eleven thousand more years added onto her life. Things that I wish I could have shown her myself. I'm grateful for what you've done for her. She's opened up once more, and we see the young girl that we called our daughter in our brief time on Endiness."
"Rex, in essence you've become a brother to her, and that is something she will treasure for the rest of her unending life. Please, please, please, don't break that bond. She's fragile enough as it is without adding another horror to the list."
"You don’t have a voice on this matter." He said picking her up and walking outside towards the market.
"Rex for Soa's sake I am capable of walking on my own." She groaned, hanging limply from his shoulder. She was still a bit hungover from the last time he carried her.
[text] No, I’m not related to lizards.
[text] Are you drunk?
[text] Do you need me to come get you or something?
[text] you sure???
[text] you should totally double check your family tree
[text] pfft im not drunk
[text] im rose
[text] duh
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Send ⁇ for a drunk text
[text] no but srsly
[text] are u related to lizards
[text] cause ur eyes are like
[text] i dont even know
ask-ironshoes replied to your post:
Three stories tall? …..Godzilla?
((Don't judge my life decisions. It's what came to my mind.))
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"Hey, you, mister! You're in my way! Move it, or I'll give you the ol' one-two with my hammer! What'd ya have to eat to get that big, anyway?"
Or was he just a Giganto? Either way, Meru stomped her foot while issuing the albeit certainly not threatening threat. Her free hand pointed the very long way up to the man's head, extended limb waving around in accusation. Her other hand rested on the handle of her hammer-- the picture of a little girl playing warrior beside the large man.
With a sudden poof he changes his form into a baby dragon, a drunk baby dragon, which was stumbling closer to Rose.
Rose just stared open mouthed at the baby dragon. She was fully aware that it was not only her lover, but it was drunk as well. What else could she do but stare?