Aug 31, 2015
Stheno, what the ever living glub are you doing in that bikini?!
Mom, chill...
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Stheno, what the ever living glub are you doing in that bikini?!
Mom, chill...
I am his fury. I am her patience. I am a conversation~
Just a little fandom hopping. Stheno as Agrellite, the fusion of her dad, Spurrite and her mom, Talmessite.
(Could you draw Steven in Rose's room with a cloud version of Rose?)
thats rly specific(i dont mind) sure!! ill get right to it.... tomorrow
Closed RP with Tyrantbloodedladies
tyrantbloodedladies
A young Cornelius slowly entered the Empress’ chambers. His body hurt, and his clothing was stained with different blood colors. He watched the woman sleep soundly, and he gently sat beside her. He lightly licked his lips before he moved a lock of hair behind her fin and smiled lightly.
After a moment he began to stand, trying not to wake her. She needed her rest, afterall.
(Can I get a background for a ship? The ship is Subglub (Peixes/Makara)?)
i got a little carried away...
props to cairovercoat
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Battle intro: “Don’t make me do this, Your Majesty.”
Victory: “It had to be done...”
Defeat: “I am unsure wwhether to be sorry for fighting, or ashamed for losing.”
Assist: “All hail the Empire!”
Taunt: “Come noww, I thought you wwould havve better skills.”
Reacting to Taunt: “That’s highly inappropriate, Your Majesty.”
Flee: “I havve a job to do, I don’t havve time for games.”
Reacting to Flee: “I awwait your call.”
Tie: “Good match, Your Majesty.”
Perfect Victory: “I wwas wwell trained, after all. I’m a fine shot.”
Finishing Move: He kneels before her before sweeping her feet out from under her and holding her at gunpoint.
"Y-You hit me.. You've n-never hit me before.." (Sorry, not sorry.)
“I’m sorry, Your Majesty! You startled me! I-I...” he swallowed and stepped back, shaking. “I didn’t mean to!” he whined, breathing heavy.
"Orphaner, I have a request of you."
“Yes, your Majesty? Howw may I servve you?”