Alex: I’m A God.

Source

No context just...

Her

Poison and Euryale? Possible. Just have to edit poison to fit the realm.

After That Aftermath

Nova: It is breaking and entering if you really think about it.

Juliette: A chonky dude with a white beard breaks into your house.

Andi: Like-

Juliette: Let me say it.

Andi: Go ahead...make me proud.

Juliette: Similar to Lebron James breaking you front door down saying "Want a sprite cranberry."

Andi: :loud wheezing:

Juliette: Or like the kool-aid man screaming "OH YEAHHHHHHH"

Reblog to make a trans girls tits grow.

:very silently reblogs:

I live in her CASTLE dude. You should see the amount of maidens in and out. She is not straight.

I personally talked to Alcina and she said she don’t do that straight shit y’all, sorry to be a bearer of bad news

Juliette: I can’t believe you live nearby, and you won’t us crash at your place.

Lorelei: You people already know too much about me.

Andi: I know exactly three facts about you, and one of them is that you won’t let us crash at your place.

I found this and had to just give it a round of applause.

Welcome to My Page

Merry meet, dear. I am a sarcastic poet.

Let me paint a scene so you can get to know me better...

We meet in a library...the library of lost dreams and found love. It is very quiet except the gentle flutter of pages and fingers going across the spines of century old books. Now...you sit in front of a person with almond brown skin and honey coloured eyes.

They seem to be humming “La Vie en Rose”

They are writing a note to “Beloved” whoever could that be...You wonder before waving your hand trying to get their attention. They gently tell you to hold on before signing off the letter with a cursive R. After you talk for a couple of moments they finally introduce themself.

Good Afternoon, I am Noir. You typically wouldn’t find me here, I enjoy writing in the comfort of my home but a friend of mine informed me of this library and...well I couldn’t stay away. I am a writer, you’d see a lot of writing on my page, as well as poetry. I grew up writing, my mother is a published authour and that is my goal if I can focus long enough. 

Anywho...I must be going, I have to store this letter somewhere safe. Have a good day, hm?