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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

A Slippery Victory

Bonekid smirked as he began to clap. "Gotta agree with you there, Slick. Though your art isn't really... my style..." Bonekid commented as he raised a cupped hand in the air. "Though, when art works, it's the most beautiful thing in the world, I think. Anyone agree?" The weaving of vines that covered Bonekid's arm spread out as it began to bloom into a series of purple roses before they reformed back into a sort of skin on his bone.

"Hm?" Though nobody had said anything between the time Bonekid has finished talking until now, he thought he heard somebody say something. "We're going next? Are you sure there buddy?" Bonekid spoke to an unseen entity while turning behind him to see. "... family is family, and we can't have Slick carrying all the weight now, can we?"

Turning to Boone, Bonekid raised his arm to his chest as he gave another smirk. "Hope you all don't mind if we take the next round." Bonekid pulled his sword over his shoulder and held it there. "My bones are aching for a fight."

Meanwhile, Bonekid was quivering internally as he thought about things. "Maybe if I show gusto, it'll keep me from thinking about how much these challenges ride on."


"Man, everyone here has a cool name!" Digbie commented as he began digging in another place, heading towards the heavy tremors he sensed earlier with his abilities. "I've only ever had one name, and it was Digbie Yondir. How'd you all get such cool names?!" Digbie asked as he put his club to the side and began to dig at the dirt and stones of the wall, using what rocks he could grab and hold easily to dig with. Man, he wished his name was cool.

Speaking of nice rocks, Digbie ran back over to the Curved Rock he threw earlier to grab it. It's unique shape would be an invaluable tool for digging out this cave. Almost seemed like a unique item. Thank gosh he didn't forget about it initially!

The goblin overheard Orochi mention something about hunting. "What's there to hunt in this cave?" Digbie had eaten what he could find and get, but even he was actually a little confused about what there was to really hunt in this cave. Of course, there was the occasional rat, the lizards that were charred by that one goblin with the fire obsession, moss, it was a smörgåsbord of stuff all the time, none of it good. It was all mediocre at best, really. It'd been a while since Digbie had something he really liked, with sauce and such. The goblin was actually his own size into the cave when he looked back at the group. "Yeah... I guess eatin' somethin' would be a good idea." Digbie's stomach growled softly as he finished his statement, the goblin grabbing his club as soon as he stepped out of the cave. He wasn't leaving that glorious thing behind!
Eve chokes out her words. "I-I really hope we didn't piss it off..."

You walk directly towards the town blacksmith, when you see Grodlar rubbing his head at the sight of the dragon. "That ain't sometin' y'see ev'rydae..." He turns to see you walking and waves you over to him. "Oi! Tob'yas! C'mere fer a sec!"


"AH JEEZ!" Digbie fell backwards as he looked up at the new arrival of the lizard that just lobbed poison at the Wisp that was trying to kill the group. It caught him by surprise, but he wasn't gonna let it kill him too! He brought up his club in defense as he stared at the creature, but he quickly brought it down as he raised his voice to speak, walking towards the hole he entered the cave in whilst he did so. "I don't suppose you're from Earth as well, lizard friend?" It would explain why the lizard didn't try to kill Mourningstar with the attack as well as that other pixie.

On the other hand, Digbie pulled Jacob into the more open area as he brought his spike over his shoulder, channeling as much strength as he could into a hit before swinging the spike directly into the cavern wall, but he stopped suddenly when he realized something. Jacob wasn't there. Looking around hastily, Digbie located the Pixie in a deeper part of the cave. Digbie spoke towards the Pixie as he held his spike tightly in his hands. "Y'alright, Pixieboi?"
Redirected Conversations

Mastar flicked her head towards the new arrival of... Sylph, right? The PRT had released an official statement regarding her new involvement with them, and if Mastar was correct, that was her name. Still, for being a massive dragon lady, she seemed so... timid. So scared. She needed some help. "You're Sylph right? Gotta say, it's kind of cool being next to you, luv." Mastar's legs stretched out as she took a sitting position, moving back towards Sylph with a feeling of sassy attitude to her movements. "Maybe it's because we're both kinda new, or maybe it's because we're both kinda... endowed."

The one visible eye of Mastar gave a wink at that last statement. God, she was hated. She was also loved, but in a weird way. It was odd.



Attempts of the Fan Variety

"Oh shoot, is that Kyoshi?"

Kyoshi turned her head towards the trio of girls that had walked over to the Minutemen booth, all dressed in various articles of Minutemen merchandise ranging from shirts to... socks? G4M3R made socks for merch? And Kyoshi didn't hear about that? What the hell! Bah, nevermind that, there were fans approaching. "How's it goin'? Fans of the heroes or fans of the show?" She was referring to the livestreams G4M3R had been putting out from time to time, where she co-starred in a select few of them, specifically the Mario Party streams.

"Both! We didn't expect you to be here, but we're glad you are!" Aw, how sweet. It was also kind of... somber, but it was still cool for them to have done this. It was then Kyoshi saw one of the trio pull a rather large rock out of their bag and hold it up towards Kyoshi. "I-If it's not any trouble, could you bend this for us?"

"U-uh... sure!" Was Kyoshi allowed to do this? She didn't know off the top of her head. She imagined she could, because it wouldn't cause any property damage, but she was still a bit worried about this going out of hand and into the nearby pillar. "Stand back, girls. I don't want you to be hit by any debris."

Once everyone was back a safe distance, Kyoshi stomped and brought the rock up into the air before she accompanied her display with several quick karate forms and moves, each one taking a chunk out of the rock and dropping it down to the floor. After about a minute of this nonsense, what was once a rock now rested a statue of Kyoshi (as low-poly as it was), and it slowly fell to th ground where it sat atop the dust and rocks of the leftovers.

The same girl who presented the rock lifted up the statue. "W-wow! Thank you so much, Kyoshi! We wish you luck with Nick!!!"

"No problem! Remember to check out G4M3R's streams!" The trio of girls wandered away as Kyoshi swept up the dust from the display, putting it to the side in case she needed it for later, as horribly unlikely as it would be.



Reasoning with the Enemy

"... he's right." Sparce spoke up as he continued off of what Thunderbolt was saying. "Patriarch's control over strong capes is definitely something that needs to be stopped, regardless on what side of a moral compass you fight on. Issue is, we as a collective lack any real way to hurt Patriarch outside of the firepower given by... several of us here." Sparce nodded his head towards Headhunter before continuing. "That's also bringing up the risk that we take by sending those specific capes into the heat of battle. I don't doubt that we could do it, but I also don't doubt the capabilities of the Community and their goons to take us hostage."

Sparce paused as he talked to his other half in his head. "Am I missing anything?"

Aside from bringing up how we're apparently villains? Not a thing.

"Not gonna bring that up, since it's rather... unimportant to this whole debate."

Unimportant my ass!

"If being considered as a villain is what gets us the alliance of these vilains in pursuit of taking down the biggest threat to Denver, then call me goddamn Al Capone 'cause I'll gladly take that label if it brings down Patriarch!"
Tales of Maroleth: Extended Edition

... They could bicker, fight, laugh, love, gossip, or not say a word and be totally awkward!

@Gardevoiran@The Fated Fallen@Stormflyx@Mortarion@Fetzen@BCTheEntity


Oh my... h-how LEWD...

Nah but in all seriousness.
@The Fated Fallen
Care to let the Old Bear room with Alice? They could gush about magic and shit.
"Y-yeah! I wanna see if there are any cool things there!"

You step outside the tent with Eve as you notice a large shadow fly overhead. Looking up only shows the figure of a woman, rather bulky and large, but incredibly distant away, flying overhead, large draconic wings flapping as she rides through the wind. Eve visibly cowers behind you as she looks up to the skies. "W-what was that?!"
In Hellpact 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay



Carnation took her own folder as she opened it up, examining the contents in one hand as she twirled her butterfly knife in the other. Three kids being taken, seemingly without any outside or physical influences onto the environment. Checking the other documents she had been given in the folder, Carnation spoke up. "Wonderin' how this isn't front page material, especially with how recent it is. My story was still front page after a week, if memory serves me." She folded up her knife as she took the photo of the family out of the folder. They looked just so... happy. So carefree. It made Carnation a bit sad, to be honest. The parents didn't deserve what happened, unless...

Carnation lifted up her head from the documents as she looked towards the group she was around. She had been sitting on a sofa next to Erin in the meantime, but she made sure her shoes were off while she sat there. Beside her on an end table was a glass of Sprite, half-drank, but still fairly cold, and surrounding Carnation was her trench coat. It was being used as a blanket, and her hoodie was still on as she sat there. "Do we know if either of the parents have any sorta occult history? Magical ability, demon pacts, anythin'?" Carnation commented as she lifted her glass to take a sip of her drink, placing it beside her once again when she was done with it. "Everything was locked, there wasn't any forced entry. That leaves the trio of kids and the parents as the only people in the house..."

Reaching to her backpack, Carnation pulled out her stuffed pig, Mister Barny, and simply coddled the toy. It looks as if it had been in a lot better of shape way in the past, but it still had some form of charm to it. Hell, it's eyes were actual buttons. That's cute as shit.
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