𝓨 𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖔𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖘 𝖊𝖑 𝕸𝖊𝖘𝝸́𝖆𝖘 𝖉𝖎𝖏𝖔: «𝕹𝖔 𝖘𝖔𝐲 𝖚𝖓 𝖉𝖎𝖔𝖘. 𝕿𝖆𝖓 𝖘𝖔𝖑𝖔 𝖊𝖑 𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖔 𝖉𝖊 𝖑𝖆 𝖆𝖌𝖚𝖏𝖆.» 𝓨 𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖘 𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖚𝖓𝖈𝖎𝖆𝖗 𝖆𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖆𝖘 𝖕𝖆𝖑𝖆𝖇𝖗𝖆𝖘, 𝖆𝖘𝝸́ 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖔 𝖘𝖚 𝖑𝖚𝖟 𝖆𝖘𝖈𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖎𝖔́, 𝖙𝖆𝖒𝖇𝖎𝖊́𝖓 𝖈𝖆𝐲𝖔́ 𝖉𝖊 𝖓𝖚𝖊𝖛𝖔, 𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖆 𝖑𝖚𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗 𝖚𝖓𝖆 𝖛𝖊𝖟 𝖒𝖆́𝖘 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖗𝖆 𝖑𝖆 𝖔𝖘𝖈𝖚𝖗𝖎𝖉𝖆𝖉 𝖖𝖚𝖊 𝖈𝖗𝖊𝝸́𝖒𝖔𝖘 𝖊𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖓𝖆. 𝑩𝑰𝑬𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑰𝑫𝑶 𝑨 𝑳𝑶𝑺 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑵𝑨𝑫𝑶𝑺 𝑹𝑬𝑰𝑵𝑶𝑺 𝑶𝑳𝑽𝑰𝑫𝑨𝑫𝑶𝑺 #𝐃𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐏 / #𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐘𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄

Corcho en el agujero. Chau pescau.

Esque se ha metido en un hoyo petit del impacto, pérate

Aterrizando con las rodillas por delante a lo:

A los dos segundos vuelve el basurero a mach 5- "TU VIEJA QUE COBRA CARO"

Está casi igual. Mirándoselo fijamente. "Pitochico"

A que te echo una torsión testicular mamón

"Cochina tu madre-" Se corta, porque está pegando botes a toda pastilla.

Pegando botes como... Bueno. Como un saltamontes. Es como matar a una mosca a cañonazos.

Se ha apartado de un bote, señalándose la entrepierna: "PÚRGAME ESTA"

// Estaría guay organizarse todos en un discord de rol.

❝ Tʜᴇ Wɪᴛᴄʜᴇʀ Wʜᴏ Dᴇғɪᴇᴅ Aʟʟ Oᴅᴅs ❞ ⸻ 𝐏𝐔𝐓𝐍𝐀𝐌 𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇 ⸻ ➤ 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐍 | 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐄. ➤ 𝐒𝐏𝐀 / 𝐄𝐍𝐆. ➤ #𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙒𝙄𝙏𝘾𝙃𝙀𝙍𝙊𝘾. ➤ #𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙒𝙄𝙏𝘾𝙃𝙀𝙍 / #𝙁𝘼𝙉𝙏𝘼𝙎𝙔𝙑𝙀𝙍𝙎𝙀. ╰►

C O J O N E S

Pedrada-

El dragón me lo paso por los- *Ininteligible*

Bocado en el pie

Loco,que hay otro Ñomo y no me decis una mierda-

Mother- -FUCKER -Cabin flying over the reader-

//Imma make a character soon using FU from NMH3 as a template but I membered someone had that too. just saying we aint copying.

//Imma make a character soon using FU from NMH3 as a template but I membered someone had that too. just saying we aint copying.

//Isn't this the nikki cat?

Do a flip

Algo habrá hecho

Napping on a turtle.

What the hell//

'Sup.

"... ... ... Ya wanna?"

//WHO THE HELL IS THE ARTIST

Windy is *not* a normal Hare. Are you, [reader], fast enough to touch her?

A whistle. Runes sing through the air as fireflies of magic matter burst around the Knight. Soon. He is at the height of the Dwarf's camp. His chubbier body, is only more clearly strong at this distance. Not so much like a warrior, but a craftsman, used to having ~>

Sure. Gotta cast a resize. Do I shrink ya or grow it?

No, it's vegagnese. Yes it is.

Mpreg? In front of my Bolognese?

//Hey. You do not know me but I just wanna help. Grief is naught but love, persevering. He lives in you. In every memory you've made. In every bond you built.

"Would the *un*dead serve?"

Not really... The Gnome listens. Humming softly. "Any dead?"

"No judgement mate." He bites a pipe. A match lighting a blue flame beneath it, as he puffs off purple smoke rings from his nose. "What's with the curse? You a Vindiigo?"

"So a cannibal." He doesn't even blink. The man's assumption seems, at first. Just an absent-mindedly delivered insult at the man's coyness. But it is moreso a deduction. Their pale appearance, poor posture. All can be consequences of a lack of proper nutrition that could come from cannibalism.

"So you can't eat at all?" He sips the mug, quirking a brow.

//AAAAA THE NORSE MYTHOLOGY CALLS

Calmly munching a sandwich, he's still falling. "I fifn't dew shidd do himb."

It's a fairly fast effect. Perks of magic and Alchemy, as the man shrinks the bottle with a whistle, pouring it into his own tiny mug. "Whatever ya' ate. Stop it man. Can't be worth it."

Calmly munching a sandwich, he's still falling. "I fifn't dew shidd do himb."

He's safe... he's fine... he has landed in a secure place... and now he rests. "Holy shit... he almost got me."

And the tiny man wielding it like a lantern. Before setting it on his head to hand over a green bottle of blue fluid. "Half of it for stomach issues. The other half for fun."

@faeotheisles.bsky.social There's a minuscule set of steps rushing through, the grass split by the raw speed- Of a teeny tiny man who hops out of the grass, landing on a stump. "Oi."