𝑩𝒆𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅. 𝑴𝒚 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑬𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅. 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒆, 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒂 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒙𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒂 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒐𝒓. Independent Portrayal ❤+🔁+⬇️?

The fuck is 'Florida'?

Join millions who have switched to Grok.

Odd that you smell brimstone when pretty much everyone else describes it as the smell of ozone. Regardless, no, I live near a natural hot spring.

I don't live in a volcano, dumb dumb. I live by a hot spring though, so I like to think my skin care is on point.

Like my hair isn't already a few shades away from gray as it is-

I thought dragons were supposed to be paragons of luck, what the hell? Making these silver linings look more like gray linings at this point-

In her defense, she's a 'what if' of a 'what if'. Naturally, she is not as well-known an aspect of 'Artoria Pendragon' as others might be.

"Cmon, we're getting this quest done whether you can keep up or not!" Headstrong High Elf. Falls into dangerous situations often. Enjoys the company of others. Bisexual. Potential Badends from misadventure. #OpenRP #LewdRP

Maybe I'll actually get a skill buff. And/or an official summer outfit-

I got downgraded-

// Missed 3 of the other classes, so I've added them in! ♡ this tweet to find out what class of a servant you are, and what star rarity you get to be ♻️ to spread the class system!

Conked out on the couch in the living room, snoring loudly.

"The fact that you're pouting proves that I'm right in the first place."

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position. "Awaken." She declared, a whirlwind of black energy swirling around her, red sparks of lightning trailing across the ground and merging into that black mana.

That being said, there was no guarantee her body would hold up to the barrage of swords that would seek to impale her every limb in the time between when she activated it and when she fired it. She would have to take a more measured approach, unseal it in stages as she held her

filling the air around them. "Damnit.." she says beneath her breath. To answer one's trump card with their own was a Servant's bread and butter, but in this case, she may not be afforded that luxury. Her Noble Phantasm could tear this place to shreds with absolute certainty.

It was frustrating, in truth, the way he was able to deflect her strikes. She wouldn't say it was easy, but it was done with skill and precision that few others held. A snarl left her lips as the world fell away, replaced by the hill of swords, grinding gears and the smell of ash

🌩: In all seriousness, don't do it if you don't want to, I was just fanning the flames LOL

🌩: If you do, she should streak anyway as a celebration 🤣

Grabbing her by the throat, black metal claws digging into the back of her neck, and applying pressure with the palm of her hand. There is bloodlust in her eyes, and the Avalon le Fae would be able to tell that the tyrant could snap her neck like a toothpick if she so desired.