Lunarres Name Written In Glenwood Script.

Lunarre’s name written in Glenwood script.

Fate / El Veneno Reyes

*enter Rider's noble phantasm*

Rider: Onward to battle, my homies!

Army: *starts to cheer, but cheering dies down confusedly as they realize no enemies are present*

Soldier 1: What do you want from us, sire?

Rider: I want you to FUCK SHIT UP!

Soldier 1: ...do you want us to fight the sand? We'll never win, sir!

Rider: WHAT IS YOU TALK? YOU THINK YOU AM-- *stops to pet his horse* HMMMMM?

Soldier 1: There is LITERALLY nothing to fight!

Rider: Does that mean we won?

Soldier 1: ...yeah...sure...

Rider: ... *raises arm in victory* HUZZAH!

Army: *continues cheering*

Soldier 2: I died for that man. Very painfully did I die for him.

*exit noble phantasm*

Rider: ...

Rider: *to Gilgamesh* I ain't drinkin' your shit anymore.

Lunarre watched the bear hellion tear into his prey with interest. It was rare to see a kindred spirit who had retained enough reason to think about how it killed and who it ate.

Once the hellion’s prey was dead at his feet, Lunarre emerged from the shadows and called out.

“That was a nice performance, kid. Very nice.”

@snickering-kitsune

Would what he became be considered a blessing or curse? Perhaps both? He could hardly care as long as others couldn’t tell what happened to him. As long as he could still make business with them that’s all that matters right?

Over all it was…somewhat a blessing for him when it came to beasts like him. As he was now he could deal with them without them getting back up once more.

Curved claws easily tearing through a boar like hellion, momentarily baring his teeth as he brought the beast down before his arms fell by his sides. Breathing becoming steady in time he stared to the beast as it returned what it once was. Just as many others did when he killed them.

Looking to his bloodied hands once they returned to normal he frowned. “I need to get to a stream…” He muttered, not wanting to really smear the blood on his own clothing.

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A meme that’s good for your squads & BROTPs. You know the drill, send in a set of names that fit the bill and watch for the answers.

Who is more affectionate?

Who gets the head pats more often?

Who gives the hugs & who gets the hugs?

Who gives the nicknames & who wishes they would stop with nicknames?

Who’s more likely to say “yes dear” to the other?

Who’s the “I told you so” friend?

Who’s the friend who’s name ends with “no”?

Who’s the friend that always has the best advice?

Who’s always invading the other’s personal space?

Who tends to apologize first after an argument? 

Who buys the better presents?

Who forgets birthdays more often?

Nights in or adventures out?

Is there a secret handshake?

You have one word to describe their relationship, what is it?

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Pretend to give them bad news, pretend to break up with them, pretend to make an upsetting confession - as long as it hurts, it’s fair game.