Apr 14, 2013
*gives you Ice cream cake* it's a cake, made out of icecream!
“— And you just— You want me to eat it?”
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*gives you Ice cream cake* it's a cake, made out of icecream!
“— And you just— You want me to eat it?”
I'm a Pegasus! A pony with wings! *she flapped her wings while in midair* I'm still a pony but I just have wings
“You’re lying— That can’t be real.”
“Did Doctor Stein sew you together? Dissection is his favorite thing, what if he made creatures too? That would just be gross, a little scary.”
*gives you ice cream* Hope you enjoy! It's strawberry flavored! *the pony flew away*
“— Pony’s shouldn’t fly. That doesn’t make sense, I don’t get it.”
*only thing the little miester could say was* t-the doors open inwards.... *starts to cry* I-I miss him...
Ah, that church. Where Ragnarok and himself first met their opponents, now close friends— the place he stole so many human lives.
“I’m very sorry, y’know.” He murmured, “There’s not much I can say to bring him back. I was only doing what Lady Medusa asked, I bet he was a very nice man.”
*im a 13 year old girl,miester, trying to get in dwma* *walking toward the school excited as could be* I wonder who my weapon will be!! Maybe a sythe or a sword! Oh my god what about a spear!! *giggles* I better go! *runs* *bumps into you* oops so- *looks at you thinking* is that who I think it is? Oh GOD it is! Its the girl who killed my papa!! *starts tearing up* DON'T KILL ME!!
There had been no genuine direction nor reason that Crona had stood dormant in the middle of the pathway. Maka sometimes described him as a dreamer, and though he bowed his head meekly from the chorus of laughter inspired from such a comment, it would only make sense to agree.
With the sudden impact, he was broken from his reverie, only to glance down at a girl of which he was unfamiliar. “You don’t need to apologize, I—” Wait… Killed her father? That’s right, he had taken so many innocent lives without questioning, so who wasn’t to say there wouldn’t be consequences, “Kill you? No… I wouldn’t… I’m not killing anyone ever again.” His voice wavered, but he pressed on, “Please, don’t cry— I won’t hurt you. I’m a lot better now. Promise."