HetaSlovakia [2021-04-06 17:38:36 +0000 UTC]

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LaReforma1857 [2020-01-02 02:46:16 +0000 UTC]

Happy Birthday.

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LaReforma1857 [2019-01-02 01:16:20 +0000 UTC]

Happy Birthday.

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RaphaelFernandez2001 [2019-01-01 21:32:50 +0000 UTC]

Do you RP?

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LaReforma1857 [2018-01-01 22:08:47 +0000 UTC]

Happy Birthday.

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MtiDrawing [2016-09-17 19:28:15 +0000 UTC]

Thanks for the watch. ^^

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Candace07 [2016-08-07 22:13:28 +0000 UTC]

Děkuji za watch!
I wrote it correctly? :"D

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KaigaraProjects [2016-05-03 08:34:03 +0000 UTC]

Thanks for the fave and watch~!

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Rose-of-Bohemia [2016-02-19 18:03:00 +0000 UTC]

February 3rd Dream Log

 Cuttle Shark Island- Beneath the surface, Cuttle Sharks (Red wobigon sharks with glowing blue circles) that act as algae eaters who live in the crystal blue waters with underwater volcanos. Below, slumbering is a giant shark that pays you no mind.

A shapeless Blob that can take the image of something you desire and follows you no matter where you may go.

Sophie Hatter is kidnapped by the Ottoman Empire and finds herself struggling to Accept it as a variety of gifts are given to her and is forced to essentially give in to her lot in life. 

Sophie is given the party dress from the Cat Returns.

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Rose-of-Bohemia [2016-02-19 18:02:46 +0000 UTC]

A party in the castle of Sir Bacchus the Gallant was a most auspicious occasion to behold let alone attend. The knight of the now dead King Gottfried was known back in the day as a brave, all be it reckless knight with a love of adventure and a love of fine wine and company. 

With his days of adventure long gone, he now spent his retirement as landlord to his lands, and father to his children, adding a party or two when the occasion arise. 

The occasion to be exact was in celebration of his eldest son gaining the title of ‘Sir Antonio’, knighted just that morning when the first winter snow had begun to fall, truly a good omen. Once the ceremony had ceased the ever so proud papa hosted the finest feast had ever had in years, the finest meats and drink offered to the guests of all nobility in jubilation of Antonio’s accomplishment.

Whilst all enjoyed themselves and made merry, there was one who sat as a spectator to the merriment, a boy, no older than thirteen, watching as his older brother was praised and congratulated, father’s arm around him with such pride, the boy’s heart twisting horribly, making his appetite escape him and his want for drink ignored. 

This was Arthur, the young son of Bacchus. Many of nobel knew the boy was a mere foundling child, taken in by the kind knight, the lack of likeness (save for the green eyes) staggering to those who looked upon the dark family including two twin sisters who held their father’s locks and complexion, whilst the poor boy was as pale as the fresh fallen snow and hair like fine spun gold. What truly stood out between the boy and his foster family were his eyebrows. So thick they were they seemed to be like caterpillars that had decided to take refuge over his eyes and was often mocked for it by his brother and sisters. 

In their taunts and insults to his pride they had forged a will unbreakable, and a spirit that burned with such fire that none could break him and his incorrigible attitude towards all that held authority, often at the result of him embarrassing his father at his parties with his spark tongue. However tonight he was deathly silent, no snide remarks towards a nobleman he found obnoxious, no mischievous whispers in maiden’s ears, and no over consumption of mead that sent him spouting out untranslatable gibberish. Just a boy sitting quietly and looking angered, disappointed and above all bitter. 

The guest of honor greeted the guests and their praises being showered upon him, his cheerful, innocent face reflecting the joy he felt in this moment. Seeing his brother however, he saw him looking so down and given he was put into a good mood now, approached him with no sense of malice or rivalry between them, having a pint for them both as he sat beside him. “Hey hermanito why the long face?” He asked him in his cheerful voice as the boy looked off with a scoff, the boy the very last he’d wanted to see let alone talk to! 

“Piss off.” He said dryly, making to leave only for Antonio to grab onto his shirt and yank the scrawny boy back into his seat. “Oh, you can’t hide anything from me little Arturo.” He teased him as he put the mead in front of him now. “Now tell your big brother what the problem is!” He encouraged the other which only seem to flair up his temper, the spainard clearly not noticing as he was as dense as they came when it came to other’s feelings. 

“I told you to piss off, you thick dolt!” He yelled at the other making many a guest raise an eyebrow and Antonio pout. “But I want to help you…” He said with earnest only for that sincerity to be met with a punch to the face that sent him backwards and onto he floor. “You can help me by leaving me alone you pompous wanker!” He yelled as he quickly took his leave to the stables to be alone whilst hearing the harsh whispers of the guests, hearing their sneers towards his barbaric behavior and how one was to expect it from a heathen like him, the adopted child who hadn’t a single drop of noble blood, a disgrace to the family and its reputation.

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Rose-of-Bohemia [2016-02-19 18:02:33 +0000 UTC]

Products

Sugar Scrubs

Salt Scrubs

Bath Salts

Soap

Candles

Lotions

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Rose-of-Bohemia [2016-02-19 18:02:22 +0000 UTC]

“Arthur, polish my armor.” 

With that simple order, a flash of rebellion touched young Arthur son of Bacchus. It wasn’t a rarity when this occurred, the boy headstrong and stubborn, unwilling to follow orders unless threatened or bribed, however the person who gave the order made his rebellious spirit, blaze as he proceeded to ignore his ‘master’.

His master was his older brother Sir Antonio, a tall, handsome man that had grown into his dark features 

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Rose-of-Bohemia [2016-02-19 18:02:07 +0000 UTC]

Chapter One

Never was there a boy more determined to prove himself like Arthur, son of Sir Roman. The young lad just shy of his sixteenth year could always be found about the grounds of the old castle that was their home; polishing the armor, sharpening swords, grooming the horses, everything that a good squire did for his master. 

His master was in fact his older brother, Sir Antonio, the man a fit and strong warrior, the perfect fit for a knight. Compared to his brother and master, Arthur was small and lanky, having no quite grown into his body yet, making the idea of him being put into a suit of armor laughable given he’d sooner shrink in it than walk about freely!

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Rose-of-Bohemia [2016-02-19 18:01:37 +0000 UTC]

King Scandanvia-Queen Britannia-

Queen Delwyn

Nora 

Angus

King Germania-Queen Britannia-

Arthur-Dagmar

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Rose-of-Bohemia [2016-02-19 18:01:23 +0000 UTC]

The door was opened and in that instance what they had found in the room caused all the men to come to a pause in their eager merriment. In all the rooms where treasures of gold, silver jewels and perfumes were found within this room lye a treasure of a different sort.

Immediately calling to Arthur, the King made his way down bellow, seeing the looks upon his knight’s faces, seeing such shock and amazement that had his curiosity piqued, wondering just what the old tyrant had in these chambers that made his men speechless.

As he made his way to the door he received his answer as he too was struck in astonishment. 

The treasure that they had discovered was a jewel to behold, only not of materialist wealth, a beauty incarnate of flesh. 

The lady had olive skin, as fine as silk, her small, dainty hands proving her position of nobility, soft and untouched, not a day worked in her life. 

Her hair was long and a strange shade of brown, like a mouse but shined in the light even when formed into two perfect braids that hung from her shoulders.

Her eyes were big and green, the color of spring as they shined in the drab room that served as her imprisonment that had her beauty hidden away so none could see save for the miserly king who once ruled these lands.

In his heart, Arthur felt such a lightness, a joy brought about that the beauty gave him, a warmth like the time of spring when flowers were in bloom and the sun shined upon the world with such gaiety. For the first time since he’d been crowned, the king was unsure of what to say to this fair maiden they had found.

Who was she, why was she here, was she related to the past king, where did she come from. All excellent questions yet the young monarch asked none of this but instead asked her a simple question. “What is your name, dear lady.”

She was quiet for a moment as she looked upon the king, able to see from he rest of the knights he was their leader, having such a nobel stance that a king should possess. Finally she spoke, her voice strange, a maiden from distant lands, but didn’t detract from her loveliness. 

“Lady Dagmar of Prague.” She answered him with graceful curtsey and a bow of the head. “Your majesty you have saved me from the madman who had imprisoned me, I am forever in your debt.” 

As she bowed the king strode over, kneeling before this complete stranger as he took her hand in his. “A face as beautiful as yours should never be hidden.” He said as he looked upon her, even closer she was so lovely as he felt his heart flutter once more and spoke to her with a fire burning in his belly.

“My lady Dagmar, I am King Arthur, and I am your humble servant."

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Rose-of-Bohemia [2016-02-19 18:01:10 +0000 UTC]

Victory was theirs, the castle conquered and the land claimed in the name of King Arthur. Now came the time of the nights to celebrate their victory, looting the various rooms whose treasures belonged to them, now that the despot had been deposed, no need for his gold and finery in the fiery depths of hell where their king had promptly sent him in the form a sword through his stone heart.

Searching the rooms 

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Rose-of-Bohemia [2016-02-19 18:01:00 +0000 UTC]

The emotion began as a deep pain, a pain that drilled its way into my heart in order to create a gaping hole, a pit with no bottom, a chasm that lived a lonely monster who was imprisioned within the darkened abyss, screaming out for help, for love, for meaning. 

Try as she might, the girl tried to understand how to help the poor suffering creature, none would help her, nor would they help him. The only thing she had to offer was a basket of homemade sweets delivered to him everyday. 

With the first taste of such delicious food the monster discovered that with each bite he felt so warm, like he was being loved, a pair of arms embracing him for the very first time. And soon her found that with each treat that the hole grew and grew smaller, extending him towards the sunlight. As a result, he ate voraciously with little to no restraint, anything the little girl gave him made his lust to see the outside world grow and grow until at last he had reached the end of the hole and was out!

But as fate is a cruel mistress, his consumption of his food 

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Rose-of-Bohemia [2016-02-19 18:00:43 +0000 UTC]

Once the sack was removed and she could breath fresh air once more the poor girl had to contend with adjusting her eyes, blinking violently as spots appeared causing her to rub them but a moment or two before she cautiously reopened them. Looking about she saw she was in stately quarters, a fine desk with ink and paper, and a lantern that lit the room well enough to see the lack windows and a single door. Abigail soon found that across from her, pouring a bit of water from a pitcher into a glass was the captain she had seen earlier that had attacked and immediately her eyes locked onto his every move, watching as he turned to her and saw he had a pleasant smile on his face as he crossed over to offer the drink to her.

“Here you are your highness, fresh water.” He said kindly, his blue eyes ushering her to take it. Seeing how he wanted her to take it she did it and figuring he also wanted her to drink it she complied, actually thirsty as she sipped it, barely making a sound as she swallowed before it was finished and set it aside and looked up to him expectantly, her eyes asked what was she doing here in the first place. 

Able to read her look the captain spoke. “Please forgive my rudeness, I am Captain Augustus Bainbridge of the Kingdom, Arvaia.” He extended a bow to her like any gentleman would. “I have been assigned to give you safe passage across the sea where you will meet King Octavious III, King of Arvaia who is to be your husband, milady.” He said taking a moment for her to let that sink in but found she wasn’t outraged, or sputtering, or even struggling to understand, only having a look that asked ever so politely if he’d continue to explain to which he did. “You will arrive and he will propose to you, once you accept you will be married within the week and become Queen.” He said and still saw she garnered no reaction which only seemed to make him uneasy. “Your name will be changed to one befitting that of a royal but you will have time to choose once you arrive your highness.” He said before he stared at her hard, wondering why she wasn’t resisting, why she wasn’t standing up and trying to bang her fists against the door and demand her freedom. Bainbridge was a man who was doubly firm but seeing this mute girl look so understanding and willing to accept her fate no matter how drastic and sudden gave him an uncomfortable feeling. It was as though he was starting at a china doll with a single pretty black eye whose only words to share were her silence. 

Coughing into his fist after a moment Bainbridge spoke. “I will leave to rest milady.” With that Bainbridge excused himself and left quick, finding the atmosphere most unnerving as he took to taking command of his ship above, having no desire to speak to the princess he had stolen, wondering now why his king would commission him to steal such a strange girl who was as mute as a fish!

Alone she sat, left with nothing but her thoughts as she looked on with her dark eye, hands playing idely with her fancy skirts. It seemed her parents were once again right, once she came of age everything would change and oh so suddenly. One minute she was engaged to a prince, next she was kidnapped and to be taken to a far away kingdom across the sea to be married to a king! Blinking several times with her lip tightened she decided it would be best to become accustom to her new circumstances, after all what could she do? 

The door was opened and her thoughts moved aside as she gazed up and saw it was not the captain but a 

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Rose-of-Bohemia [2016-02-19 18:00:29 +0000 UTC]

27 flasg 28 29 august

26 -march

0217272112

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Rose-of-Bohemia [2016-02-19 18:00:06 +0000 UTC]

Gale grew up in the countryside as a Farmer's daughter on A on the Bluemoon. Such an occurrence. In prayer to say the least especially when it came to children and a village as Thrane. 

Since her premature birth, Gail had taken A personal delight in humiliating the doctor of their village. Mind you it was never intentional however whilst the doctor could tell measles from smallpox and easily you're infant colic, he is always found the Farmer's daughter to be A rather infuriating case. Every time he thought that he had something figured out she always seem to prove him wrong. When she was born the doctor said that she would not survive more than a week due to her being such a tiny and frail creature who never cried. But it seemed when he had come with a coffin in order to bury the young infant he had instead found that it would've better been suited for firewood due to the fact that the baby was crying with lungs sit as strong as steel.

When the child refused to speak, it wasn't his humble opinion that she was perhaps mute and would never be able to talk to her parents. Yet it seems that another miracle had taken place for the week after she started to talk and her parents found that the only problem they had in that area was that they couldn't keep her quiet with all her questions and curiosity.

The last straw was when she had fallen off a horse when she was five years old, and it was told that she would inter net have to have her leg removed. However it seems that the doctor was unneeded once more as his opinion was proven false as she was running the very next day. After that the doctor still coming by his pride as the this is the physician in the little village had been taught missed by his inability to diagnose one little girl.

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Rose-of-Bohemia [2016-02-19 17:59:53 +0000 UTC]

1. Roobios- South Africa

2.Earl Grey- English

3.Lady Grey- English

4.Black Tea- Fujian Province

5.Honey Lemon Tea- None

6.Oolong Tea- Fujian Province

7.Matcha- Japan

8.White Tea- Fujian Province

9.Rose Tea- None

10.Peppermint- None

11.Assam- India

12.Chamomile- Roman/German

13.Bubble Tea- Taiwan

14.Hibiscus Tea- Africa

15.Nilgiri Tea- India

16.Cannabis Tea- None

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Rose-of-Bohemia [2016-02-19 17:59:41 +0000 UTC]

Characters:

Thomas

Renė

Saskia

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Rose-of-Bohemia [2016-02-19 17:59:20 +0000 UTC]

Sweets of the World

Tiramisu- Italy

Macaroons- France

Strudel- Germany

Egg Custard- China

Green Tea Ice Cream- Japan

Spotted Dick- England

Mango Pudding- Hong Kong

Gulab Jamun- India

Pavlova- New Zealand

Tres Leches Cake- Mexico

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Banana Split/Brownies - America

Waffles- Belgium

Garash cake- Bulgaria

Bumbleberry Pie- Canada

Vinarterta- Iceland

Plum Tart- Luxembourg

Sour Cherries Cake- Netherlands

Babka Cake- Poland

Churro- Spain

Baklava- Turkey

Guinnes Cake- Ireland

Sacher Torte/Linzer torte- Austria (?)

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Rose-of-Bohemia [2016-02-19 17:58:58 +0000 UTC]

The Mengel woods were just before the town of Redbrooke, bordering along the large wall built of large stones meant to keep the villages inside safe from the arising population of dire wolf in the forest. At night the villagers would hear their howls and with lanterns and torches in hand, make their way off, their guns loaded to kill the beasts. Yet as more died more seemed to come, a darkness seeming to befall the forest where children use to play and none would fear of their child being snatched away. 

One child that 

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Rose-of-Bohemia [2016-02-19 17:58:43 +0000 UTC]

Cake

Tiramisu

Cheese cake

Chocolate cake

Coffee Cake

Pineapple Upside Down cake

German Chocolate Cake

Red Velvet Cake

Fruit Cake

Angel’s food Cake

Devil’s Food Cake

Black Forest Cake

Funfetti cake

Zuppa

Strawberry Shortcake

Pavlova Cake

Boston Cream Pie

Carrot Cake

Coconut Cake

Crystal Cake

Petits Fours

Spice Cake

Teacake 

a

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Rose-of-Bohemia [2016-02-19 17:58:26 +0000 UTC]

Chapter One

In the county of Thrane there was a way in which people of the darkness were dealt with. If a witch was found she’d be taken before the mayor, and by his judgments and interrogations when found guilty of the crime of witchcraft would be fastened to a pole right outside the county limits, its ruins on the ancient wood that had been there for centuries meant to hold the witch in place and keep her from escaping. Not that it mattered to the falsely accused for they were tied so tightly that there was no hope of escape as they met the cruelest of fates; being the meal of the dragon who lived in the mouth of a cave deep in mountain where he waited for his next victim.

It was rare for an actual witch to be present in Thrane, usually the poor women who were dragged to the pole were falsely accused, whether by a grudge, pure maliciousness or ignorance. There were rare cases in which a real which was found and when they were you could be very sure that everyone in the small, rustic village would know about. Hence when the vegetable stand in the market place had burst into flame as green as jade and the propierter of the stand took off running like  madman screaming of his discovery of a which you could be sure that all eyes turned to the accused, Miss Patience Guardner. 

The girl who was no older than fifteen was unconcerned with the unholy fire that had been unleashed, all she seemed to notice was her nose itching like fury as she rubbed it until a bit red and looked up, face strange, the look one would give after a particularly large and nasty sneeze. Once the dizziness in her face had subsided, her pale violet eyes looked ahead and upon seeing the damage that had occurred, found her eyes widening in shock and horror as the stand was burned to a crisp in less than ten minutes at most. Touching her face she now looked out to the owner of the stand, her eyes seeming to almost beg that he hadn’t seen it…see his 

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Rose-of-Bohemia [2016-02-19 17:58:00 +0000 UTC]

Lisbet was an orphan. Her father died when she was just a baby and her darling mother whom had raised her with great patience and love died shortly after giving birth to her second child after marrying another man. 

This man was Jacob, the jack of all trades, a good man with a talent in just about anything you set your mind to. A man who commanded respect and held a high reputation. He raised her as any step father could to his child but many could tell he struggled for he wasn’t only taking care of young Lisbet but also his daughter from his beloved wife. Her name was Rosamund, the single child of the union.

Many would of thought that a baby in the house would of been Jacob, Jack of all Trades biggest strife and yet that seemed the least of his troubles. All his problems resided with his step child, Lisbet.

Many would believe that the child was keen to make the man who wasn’t her parent miserable but that wasn’t the case. She tried her very bardest to be a good daughter and please him, only to find each task she attempted only made matters and her relationship with him worse. So sensitive she was, she couldn’t sew, the needle always pricking her little fingers and turning them red. She couldn’t carry the pails of water inside for she couldn’t lift it with her thin little arms. She couldn’t cook for she would get an allergic reaction to whatever was cooking and cause her to get a rash.

To put it bluntly Lisbet was a good for nothing in her step father’s eyes, having to preform each task until his true daughter Rosamund took them over, being far less delicate than his worthless child. Not that he resented Lisbet by any means, anyone who knew him knew that he loved her like his own, but once his precious wife had died he had seemed to lost the words to tell his step daughter such things. And so years of silence for them was all too often after he’d return from his duties to supper, an air of awkwardness that had soon become quite normal in the household. 

That night was even more so awkward, the man setting down his black smith tools onto the table as Rosamund came to greet him, hugging him tightly as the man gritted his teeth, the pain and aching in his bones almost too much to bare as he gentle moved aside his child to sit in his favorite chair, sighing heavily as his bones that had grown older with each passing year were at last allowed to rest. Seeing him so worn, Rosamund gave her father a tender kiss to his head, wiping the sweat from his brow. “How was your day Papa?” She asked him with her voice that was as sweet as honey, the joy to the father when he returned from his duties. Looking to her he shook his head, unable to muster a smile. “The Blacksmith’s son has been taken to fight in the war.” He said as he shifted, groaning along with his bones before he settled. “Had to fill in for them to make the General’s swords.” He said with a hateful glint in his eyes before he looked to Rosamund. “Its getting worse out there my lovely,” He said softly as he held a saddened look. “It may be time to send you and Lisbet away to the country side…” Where the war had not yet stretched and where many villagers were sending their children, particularly their sons in order to save them from the battle. 

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Rose-of-Bohemia [2016-02-19 17:57:38 +0000 UTC]

The child of the blacksmith and his wife took love in proving others wrong, particularly the village physician. Arriving early without so much as a squeak from her mouth, it was predicted that she would die as most newborns did when they didn’t cry. 

She had flourished well despite this, though kept her silence for the first year of her life. This lead the physician to conclude that girl was a mute, only to be baffled when she could be heard talking in the next room to her dolls. 

It was then the man decided she would be a normal child, growing up happy and healthy only for that to be befuddled once he saw her eyes. As most infants eyes were blue upon arrival and change accordingly, The blacksmith and wife’s daughter was expect to have brown eyes as they had, yet the little girl held the strangest of eyes ever seen by man. A single eye brown like her parents, but one a pale lavender blue that was most haunting. 

Having given up on the child

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rxprobate [2015-09-30 20:40:19 +0000 UTC]

[/ slides in with a huge smirk ]

" That's a nice shirt doll face. Can I talk you out of it? "

[/ wink wonk ]
[/ Allen stop ]

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The-Last-Bullet [2015-09-22 03:22:00 +0000 UTC]

hey bud

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The-Last-Bullet [2015-07-01 00:25:41 +0000 UTC]

Hey dude
It's been a while since we rped
Want to rp some? I made a merman version of prussia and you draw mermaids a lot so i'm guessing you like mermaids

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sobbing-jester [2015-06-17 08:50:44 +0000 UTC]

Thanks for the Howl fav ° ∏ °

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Balthazar-Angel [2015-05-16 05:32:46 +0000 UTC]

balthazar-angel.deviantart.com…

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Balthazar-Angel [2015-05-12 15:26:11 +0000 UTC]

Balthazar hiccups, staggering over to Dagmar
"Heeeey~"
It seems the angel was drunk...

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Misakiponik [2015-04-23 18:55:49 +0000 UTC]

Hello, I just want to say I like your drawing and sorry for not replying your coment. I would like to have some chat with you

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y-uma [2015-04-22 22:19:31 +0000 UTC]

[ Special invitation to come to chatroom 

now chat.deviantart.com/chat/Roxys…

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shindianaify [2015-03-21 09:54:27 +0000 UTC]

Dekuje za watch!

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