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SHRUGS????
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‘ WHERE ARE THOOOOOSE ’
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STIX I'M WHEEZING AT YOUR MERLIN ART SDFGHJKL
he IS an absolute clown and LFKGKKF what else do i say except thank you for wheezing?? ∠( ᐛ 」∠)_ don’t be wastin too much of your breath over him tho lolll
Are u my favorite douxie? Possibly. Am I just a big fan of anyone feather writes? Definitively.
[I think ur biased.]
intoxicatiing replied to your post: From Jane: Princess Nomura
Jane: “Because you’re smart and pretty and very strong. Princesses don’t have to be damsels in distress. Sometimes they’re the ones who slay the dragon, and those are the best kinds.”
“...”
“Do you know about Xena by any chance?”
Baby Jane looks at Skrael all covered in pumpkin. Considers her options. And asks very politely, “excuse me, um. That’s not a very good way to save your snacks for later.”
Skrael turned, ready to say something vicious but-- oh, that was a child.
"Ah... Thank you. I shall keep your advice in mind."
An elk arrives near bular. It is clearly unbothered by his presence or size or scent. Instead, it hops up onto his back. It is now very tall and clearly pleased with itself. /breweress.
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*EXPLODES AND TRIES TO KILL IT*
{ @intoxicatiing ;; !sc
“People would say, ‘Please, don’t pillage me.’ And I would say, ‘No. I’m pillaging everyone, you included!’“
There’s a strange, smiling, golden woman standing outside the gates. She’s calling for Lancelot by name. Will he come?
A messanger barrels into the throne room, and delivers the news of the lady's call. Lancelot hears that she calls him by name, and he looks to his king for permission.
It is granted.
He goes to the gates, in his full armor, bearing sword, though it rests in its scabbard at his hip.
"I heard your call, fair maiden! What is it you require?"