Thank Fuck.

“Thank fuck.”

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Send 💕 and my muse will use The Love Calculator to see how compatible they are. @snickering-kitsune

          “It is not meant to be.”

Ok I'm sorry I saw the insult my muse ask Promt on your blog and I had to try! "You have a tiny dick and Alisha hates you"

[Cackles] “I knew street rats in the back alleys of Ladylake who came up with better insults than you! The size of my dick doesn’t concern me - but I assure you it’s fan-diddly-tastic. Also I saved the princess’s pretty little butt from mortal danger. I think I deserve a teensy weensy bit of affection for that.”

The hellion’s lips stretch into smile.

“...I love you, Gramps. You and yer mad brain!” 

He claps his hands together with one loud slapping sound and bears his teeth in a grin.

“Now bring out those goddamned pumpkins and let’s do it!”

@snickering-kitsune -> X

“You gotta punch a pumpkin to really know why I want to-!” The seraph showed just as much excitement on this as he did with dragons. “It’s just- so satisfying to break it with a punch! Not only that you can still carve them…kinda. It just adds effect to them if you ask me.”

@cutie-kitsune-rp

A small lavender haired woman stands on a box in order to make herself look taller, or at least level with the fox man. She takes a moment to clear her throat then take a deep breathe: “Ok so I know this might be hard for a man who is whipped beyond all belief but I need you to stop getting your ask kicked by a woman half your size for about two seconds you ok with that?” she doesn’t wait for a response and crosses her arms “How does Rose handle the fact you have failed on literally every mission she ever sent you on? Are you even still WORKING for Rose or did she finally decide she needed a real assassin and not a little puppy dog who can barely throw a punch? Oh? What’s that? I’m sorry can’t hear you over how much of a little bitch you are” she drops the proverbial mic and hops off her box. “I will let you process the fact that now two women half your size have made you their bitch"  

You have one ask to piss off my muse; Run with it!

Luminous blue flames burned in the palms of the hellion’s hands as he seethed.

“I’m not that weakling anymore, you insignificant little bitch,” he spat. “I’ve changed. I’m strong, and getting stronger. I can burn that smug face of yours so badly your own mother won’t recognise you. If you want to keep it I suggest you fuck off.”

[SUCCESS]

shepherdiing:

Lunarree.

Why did he get the sneaking suspicion he was being guilt tripped, in a way? Still, Sorey can’t deny that they ARE friends… sort of. Somehow. And the foxish man has a point. ❛ Okay, ❜ he responds tentatively. ❛ Do you have a brush? ❜

Lunarre whipped out a brush before the boy could finish his question. His smile widened. Gotcha.

“Be gentle,” he said. “Don’t yank it like Rose does. And for the love of peace, don’t sing any stupid songs like Lailah. That woman is obsessed with my hair. Sometimes I think she might cut it off and... I don’t want to think what.”

He shuddered. The girls of the group devolved from reasonably intelligent ladies to bickering children over his long, soft golden locks. They were either angry their hair wasn’t as luxurious, or they desperately wanted to brush it themselves - whether Lunarre liked it or not. And then there was Zaveid, who had joined the latter camp and was no help at all. It was a nightmare.

Luckily, Lunarre had managed to escape their wistful eyes and found Sorey, the perfect candidate for Assistant Brusher. Mikleo was not nearly as easy to manipulate.

Satisfied, the hellion promptly sat down and crossed his legs, waving the brush in his hand for Sorey to take.

“Here ya go. The sooner you start, the sooner it’s over.”

“You heard me, Shepherd. Help me get the tangles out of my hair. That storm messed it up somethin’ awful. C’mon. We’re friends now, right? Friends do good by one another. Riiight?”

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❛ Y-you want me to do what? ❜