#wrathcrowned

[owosa]

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[secondsonaym]

Commission for @wrathcrown !!

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[sclxinvictus]

6’6

Height Comparison // selective

cyrus vc: die

[volcalder]

@wrathcrowned:   you're in my bedroom hitting the ceiling fan please stop

G IVEE ME THE     L L IGHT.... 

GIVE ME THE LIGHT

[sssnakeboardsss]

why have u done this

the sssstreet life chose me

[caniseirios-blog]

wrathcrowned replied to your post: sinnoh remake everything is the same except you...

Unova continuation where everything is the same but you actually end Ghetsis because goddamn someone needs to do it :///

i dont even play unova and i want this remake 

[fcrmula-moved]

ew

places muddy hand on cape.

[sssnakeboardsss]

@wrathcrowned: i think dogs should be able to vote

hey pal, you and totino’s can pack ya shit and get out of here with that progressive trash

[toxwrite]

mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm pen

—  { Hello, Ghetsis. }

[hisrighthand-blog1]

offers her a fencing sword, if she's so inclined to take a /friendly/ swing at him today in sparring.

    “…”

    Her eyes? They naturally go to the sword at hand.It isn’t a knife.She initially considered it as one. There’s the temptation to seize it from his hands and impale him with it, at least for the ever fleeting fraction of a second.

    The corner of her mouth twitches in a sadistic smile.

    She knew about his skills in fencing. She’d witnessed him firsthand engage in such activities, and it looked fun.Which is why, without warning, the tiny woman might not know how to twirl it like she might a switchblade or a general blade, but she seems to expertly point it right at his throat all the same.

   It’s a dulled tip, but that doesn’t stop her.

   “Hm.” She studies his throat, the cords in his neck, no longer focusing on his face, but the flesh and muscle surrounding where she knows his larynx is.Her eyes flicker like a flame for a second.

    “–And here I didn’t think that you would indulge me.”

@draconean​

[volcalder]

[sssnakeboardsss]

@wrathcrowned: come on coach let him say fuck

@ myself: let us swear, coach

[leaf-fuguri-blog]

❝I earnestly hope you haven't come to Unova with any particular ideas of /interference/.❞

Leaf looked up from the scone and iced coffee set in front of her at the cafe. The large man loomed over her, blocking the gleaming sunlight from the hot summer day. Leaf looked up to his pale face and perhaps by a half-instinct, sensing something strange about him, her top lip pulled back from her teeth. 

Her grasp of English was as tenuous as a Spinarak web but the tone, high class and expectant of power was clear as crystal. If Leaf was younger she would’ve gotten mad. She would’ve stood-up and demand what right he had to superiority. She was not young anymore so instead a dim curiosity ran over her as she took him. Why he had approached her? What did he expect? Who was he? Question she should answer before she jumped to a conclusion and made a situation worse. 

She came to Unova for a Regional Tournament next Monday and to privately tour in the search of her own answers to long asked questions. The anxiety of chasing ghosts was happily abated in the form of this man. 

“Man,” Leaf chuckled, her accent thick but her grin broad. “I do not know what you are talking about–” She searched for the right words. She gestured to the seat across from her. “But I got time to kill?”