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7 yrs ago
Who here likes cuddles?
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7 yrs ago
If your girl can't crack your skull between her thighs then whats the point of even being a human being.
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8 yrs ago
Identities are confusing to figure out.
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8 yrs ago
How do wing.
8 yrs ago
Omae wa mou shindeiru.
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Bio

Well hello.

I guess I should introduce myself, huh.

I'm Gardevoiran, just some schmuck going to college and working towards getting a degree in Fine Arts.

I do commissions and what-not, and you can ask me to do a commission for you through my Discord (Gardevoiran #1429) or up here through RPGuild PMs, and I receive donations and payment through my Ko-fi page. Clicking the box right below here will take you to it.



I'm a nerd. I play Pokemon religiously, I dabble in some anime, I write up here, and I love watching incredibly awful movies and just making fun of them. Specifically things like "Leo the Lion" and what not.

I don't have much else to say, so I guess I can leave you guys with a really bad joke.

"What do you call a cow with two legs?"
"Lean beef."

Most Recent Posts

Bonesword - Introductions

Bonesword watched the medicinal process go underway from a distance as he raised his hands in the air as an act of peace, his iconic sword still remaining in his blackened right arm. This was quite the medicinal process, magical enough to the point where Charlie emitted a low growl as if it really annoyed him on some level, but a snap from Bonesword quelled the mighty beasts unrest.

The man called 'Screed' spoke directly to Bonesword first. Well, he technically didn't, but Bonesword was able to actually respond to what he said. “No, no, yer fine. He ain't one of us, ya see. Ah think it's 'bout time he gave an account o' 'imself. Who are ya, pardner, and whatcha doin' in a place where two of our friends were murdered?”

Bonesword's voice echoed from his skull as he calmly spoke, showing no signs of hostility in his actions or his voice. "I am Brock Sinclair, or more appropriately just 'Bonesword'. There was a tournament hosted here and I was invited to participate," Bonesword pointed his sword towards the Big Top before he continued. "I came from that clown-infested nightmare."
@Silver Carrot
Who is "Banana"?

Also, Tibulus doesn't mind Horrorshow as much as he does Bonedaddy, although neither would be very fitting down the road if what I have planned goes into effect.

Yu shrugged at Ketsu's question to her about stopping this. "I dunno, she seems to be enjoying it." Despite the sudden nosebleed, it seriously seemed like Mika was enjoying the situation a lot. Especially with the sudden arrival of her main suitor into the shop. Hell, his arrival seriously got her back up in a happy mood.

She even did a twirl. An amazing twirl, at that. It might've been simple, sure, but after the ordeal that Yuno just witnessed it was quite spectacular. A series of soft claps came from Yuno as she happily commented on the situation. "Nice pirouette, Mika-san!"

Pirouette? What is this, an anime?
"Why do you fear for Gobbo? He seems like he can handle himself," Jen says as the stables are opened, revealing Charlie being healed from his wounds and devouring a deer carcass as he looks at you two rather appropriately. Like he understands he's below you but he still wants to be respected.

"There is your steed. I will be taking my horse."
Anomaly
Xoxi's Super Cool Fortress of Awesome


"I know Sickle better than the rest of you kids," Xoxi said glumly as she grabbed a slice of pizza from the box with a psychic hand, holding it over her head. "He's a maniac."

Xoxi took a bite of her slice as she reflected on those feelings she felt. If that was how Sickle-Cell felt on a daily basis, how the hell could he get up every morning? Marwa connected the ideas of Sickle's group with that of Nazis, and Xoxi quickly piped up after swallowing. "That's more like Italy under Mussolini, or the Soviet Union under Stalin, no?" She wasn't a Nazi sympathizer, but there needed to be accuracy with these statements.

Plus, Sickle didn't seem like the type to really give public speeches. Nor was she.
"I've been better. Making robots takes a damn lot of brain capacity and time, that's for sure," Tibulus said as he sat down at a table before unzipping his jumpsuit and pulling out... a severed robot head. He couldn't leave his work alone for that long either.

Tibulus sparked up a finger of his, shooting out a very short, but very potent, stream of lightning from his hand as he addressed the two un-comatose colleagues of his. "Don't call me that, Matija. How's it hanging with you two being free from your comas?" The skeleton asked as he began to etch small details into the robot head, sparks flying off of it and onto the table. Thankfully, the sparks weren't flying far enough to get into people's food.

Overlook's Eye barely managed to dodge out of the way of the oncoming bullet, his speaker mode switching off as he spoke to the Wards via the comms. "Engage with caution! They just shot at my drone!" The 'caution' was emphasized in that sentence, as the way that Chatterbox moved and spoke was a bit... interesting in some way. Like he was utilizing a power that Overlook couldn't understand from where he was. Alas, Overlook couldn't know anything. He was just left where he was in wonder of what the hell this performer could really do.

"Watch out for the performer. I'm afraid of what he might be able to do."



As quickly as they arrived, they were gone. Just like that.

Kyoshi dropped the stones down into their craters and took a breath of relief as she watched the gangbangers run away in fear. Hopefully that looked good for PR that the group didn't engage the Rockers, or in any case it'd keep the Rockers off the backs of the Minutemen in the future.

Kyoshi turned around to Rend and Outsider before she spoke up again. "I have a suspicion we've been set up..."
Lorenzo of Windor


"You would want me to assist you?" Lorenzo asked with a look of sheer disbelief. This paralyzed man assisting with efforts to help out the son of his previous boss? That was a new thing that Lorenzo hadn't heard of, and it caused him to chuckle slightly. Martyrdom waltzed over to Col's side and eagerly looked up at him for what is to be assumed as a head scratch while Lorenzo spoke again.

"I would offer my services, but I am afraid that I must remain here in my cottage. My legs are like marmalade, and they cannot support me. Martyrdom is the only hound I have with me, and if you need a tracking companion you would have to wait a fair amount of time... unless..." Lorenzo paused, took a deep breath, and exhaled. "... unless you would care to take this crippled artist with you." Ugh. Artist. Lorenzo shuddered at the thought of that being his actual passion. He was terrible at it, and none of the landscape paintings in the back of his cottage could say anything otherwise. They were all terrible! Absolutely dreadful! "Of course, this must first be consulted with my doctor." Lorenzo turned to look at the doctor, his seat sadly not being a mobile one.
"In a way, she kind of is. Still, she is the best squire I have had, and I am glad to have her at my side."

Jonathan nods as he leaves the room with you, grabbing his things and finally losing the facade once you get far enough away from any passerby that don't know his true identity. "I do not think Brock and Magdalene are holding up well. Ramona. Send the scouts to the Threeson entrances. Tobias, we are going into the city ourselves."

Jen is leading you to the stables, it would seem. You did need something to ride if you were going to get to Threeson by nightfall.
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