#oh it is on

[our-exetale-oficial]

Get FUCKING BOOPED

I'M COMING FOR YOU TOO!

[envy-thejealous]

[ask-the-dif-host]

ʢ◉ᴥ◉ʡ

ʕ◉ᴥ◉ʔ ?

[scarletooyoroi]

A certain dashing, handsome, strong, mighty and super heroic oni has given thee... A red onikabuto. Congratulations!

Oh!

Well color him surprised. This particular breed of Onikabuto sported one of the more staggering sizes on top of it. While certainly no expert on their biology, the sight of their shell being rugged with the scars of battle, to the pristine state of prestige it manages to conduct through stance alone, it shows this certainly no average onikabuto.

This was the sort who braved the tempest of strife through resilient will. "Where in the worlds did you--, Arataki, this certainly isn't no run of the mill. You've found an actual warrior kabuto." He openly assesses. Drawing his hand over allows the bridge of prominence to take place, for man and insect to regard each other's will within a fleeting moment of silence.

And oh the way it slowly marches after assessing Thoma, finding him worthy enough to march underneath it's banner. The Onikabuto crawls upon his gloved hand and adjusts himself into a sitting position.

That said, an appreciative smile blooms upon the blonde's visage as he cants his head up, recognition remaining distinct for one of Hanamizaka's most infamous.

"And I take it this is also a pledge of sorts? I've heard some of your gang drawing word that a new beetle brawl tournament will be taking place. In fact, even Lord Ayato and Lady Ayaka were stirring aside some of their plans to take place this time. To think you'd be brazen enough to invite all the top heads in the house."

@bullheadbashings

[x-de-con-struct-ed-x--arch]

@violieutenant replied to your post: There is a giant pink egg hidden on one of...

*cackles in the distance*

Wait.

[house-of-warriors]

👊

Send '👊' to punch my muse in the jaw.

Tryndamere felt his hole world spin around as the forced of the fist meet his face, it was not only the raw strength of the large woman, one that made him look up, but also the pin point place of the strike, he was push back a few metters and took what little he had left of his endurance to stand in his feet.

He straigth himself and wipe out the stream of blood coming down his mouth, his eyes fixed on his oponent, rage glare from his soket, his muscles tense and gather strength ready to hit back.

“That was good.... but you need to do... better...”

@consider-the-tentacle

[capsensislagamoprh]

The prophesy foretold of this, the day the chosen one would realize they posses the greatest, deadliest, most horrific weapon of all. Bitchcraft.