#louva64290

[ask-vice-admiral-roci]

"What if I told you... The pink creature WAS Kid?"

That fucker. ٩(ఠ益ఠ)۶  So what, fucking pirates can turn into pink armadillo now??

[my-muses-in-op]

@louva64290

Akemi was bored. A lot. It had been a while since she last had the pleasure of company in some way. Right now, she was sailing in a small boat. It was then she spotted a ship sailing towards her. It seems she would get her boredom killed one way or another. When it was close enough, she called up to them. “Oi. Can I get a ride? I’m getting a little bored here.”

[ask-caesar-clown]

“Merry Christmas to you two as well!! Shurororo~💜“

[ @askhildon , @louva64290 ]

((*Happy bleats and purrs from mod who pats and hugs other mod right back*))

[askshadetrixieandfamily]

The girl entered the bakery, attracted by the scent of chocolate. "It smells so good in here... Can I have some?"

*Shade looked up at the girl* Well, we don’t make just chocolate bars. I mean, we do have muffins, cupcakes and the like.

[ryathenaughtykitsune]

Flyers were all around town. Apparently a boat named "The Theater of Truth had exeptionaly opened their restaurant to public. It was apparently docked on the far left of the docks.

Kanrya was minding her business at the dock where her ship was awaiting a goods shipment, when a flyer smacked her right in the face. She felt a vein tic as she looked the flyer over and shrugged. “Theater of Truth, neh? Wonder what its about…” She said to no one in particular before calling up to her second. “Benny!” A young woman with lavender colored hair looked over the railing. “Miss Rya?” She asked. “I’ll be back later. Checking a few things out.” She called up before making her way towards the restaurant at the far left of the docks.

[ask-theheartfusion-blog]

one is cinnamon roll

one is corasexual

[ask-vice-admiral-roci]

"I think you deserve a hug... but my anxiety is telling me no..."

Take your time, I’m here if you want me.  ヽ(￣ω￣(。。 )ゝ

[my-muses-in-op]

@louva64290

Aya was on a patrol, being in command of a warship. Not what she usual did, but this ship had no captain, as the crew had been impossible to discipline. That until the tigress got her claws out and now she was just casually walking around, pleased with the result of her work. Now they were real marines.

“Miss Aya, ship ahead. No mark.” A man called out. She nodded and ordered to sail towards them and align their ship. Once done, she called to the other ship. “Get ready for inspection.”