Alirag blinked a bit. Being a part of the same species, let alone the Lord’s son, Alirag had to be similar him. However, he was just nearly a foot smaller than his father, seven feet.

“Goopy sounds adorable.” Alirag mumbled a bit before responding. “My name is Alirag. Nice to meet you, Goopy.”

Goopy smiled then. This kid seemed pretty nice. “Pleasure, Alirag. It is nice to meet you as well. Now, I am curious. Would you perchance be related to Lord Boros?” 

“Lord Boros? It depends which one you’re talking about, because I know there is two clones of the same name, a cyborg, and a so-called webcomic one as well.” He said averting his eye to somewhere else. “I digressed, I am related to a Boros, his son in fact.”

“Ah, there is more than one Lord Boros on this planet then?” Goopy wondered aloud. “It is nice to meet the son of a Boros, though!” 

"Yes there is multiple." Alirag responded. "And it is a pleasure to meet another Geryuganshoop, Goopy."

Alirag blinked a bit. Being a part of the same species, let alone the Lord’s son, Alirag had to be similar him. However, he was just nearly a foot smaller than his father, seven feet.

“Goopy sounds adorable.” Alirag mumbled a bit before responding. “My name is Alirag. Nice to meet you, Goopy.”

Goopy smiled then. This kid seemed pretty nice. “Pleasure, Alirag. It is nice to meet you as well. Now, I am curious. Would you perchance be related to Lord Boros?” 

"Lord Boros? It depends which one you're talking about, because I know there is two clones of the same name, a cyborg, and a so-called webcomic one as well." He said averting his eye to somewhere else. "I digressed, I am related to a Boros, his son in fact."

Alirag blinked a bit. Being a part of the same species, let alone the Lord’s son, Alirag had to be similar him. However, he was just nearly a foot smaller than his father, seven feet.

“Goopy sounds adorable.” Alirag mumbled a bit before responding. “My name is Alirag. Nice to meet you, Goopy.”

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Alirag glanced at the blonde streaks right when she was moving them. Curious on why they were contradicting on what his half sister said, Alirag started to twirl the pendant on his necklace (that concealed his true form to look relatively human) nervously. “I thought Mela-san said they were of cotton candy pink?.”

“They were. But I woke up in the morning and they were blonde!”, Vijaya answers to her nephew. “I’m finally see you the first time, I only know you through that Mela told me about you. Hm, I see, you have blonde hair too!”

Vi takes off her hat and shakes her head to reveal the blonde mane.

“Well then. Mine is all natural.”  He said raising an eyebrow, brushing his purple bangs from his face. “And Mela-san told you about me?”

His eyes moved to stare at her blonde hair. “It’s not that bad. My mother had a full mane of blonde hair as well. To hide it anyways, so yeah.” 

Vijaya blinks and answers: “Your hair looks beautiful. I like it. *smiles* Yeah, Mela told me much about you.” She breathes in, makes a sad face because of the word mother, the beloved person she has lost in her mid teens. Vijaya tried to hold back the tears, but a few drops managed to roll over her cheeks. She wiped them away and sighed to cover her grief.

“Your mother? How was she?”

His ear perked up seeing the expression. “Oh! S-sorry for triggering you!” Alirag placed his hand on her shoulders. “Remind me never to do that again, okay?” Jumping a bit, he removed his hands. “Sorry!”

“But, anyways... my mother, I lost her from sickness when I was five... I believe. Anyways, what I remember, she was kind and endearing. He loved my mother, and so did I. However, it pained us both when we desperately try to slowed the...” He placed his hand over his mouth, “I’ll stop here.” 

Alirag glanced at the blonde streaks right when she was moving them. Curious on why they were contradicting on what his half sister said, Alirag started to twirl the pendant on his necklace (that concealed his true form to look relatively human) nervously. “I thought Mela-san said they were of cotton candy pink?.”

“They were. But I woke up in the morning and they were blonde!”, Vijaya answers to her nephew. “I’m finally see you the first time, I only know you through that Mela told me about you. Hm, I see, you have blonde hair too!”

Vi takes off her hat and shakes her head to reveal the blonde mane.

“Well then. Mine is all natural.”  He said raising an eyebrow, brushing his purple bangs from his face. “And Mela-san told you about me?”

His eyes moved to stare at her blonde hair. “It’s not that bad. My mother had a full mane of blonde hair as well. To hide it anyways, so yeah.” 

Alirag glanced at the blonde streaks right when she was moving them. Curious on why they were contradicting on what his half sister said, Alirag started to twirl the pendant on his necklace (that concealed his true form to look relatively human) nervously. "I thought Mela-san said they were of cotton candy pink?."

*softly nods* ... ᵁʰᵐ⋅⋅⋅⋅ ʸ⁻ʸ⁻ʸᵉˢ⋅⋅⋅ ᵁʰᵐ⋅⋅⋅ ᴹ⁻ᵐʸ ᶰᵃᵐᵉ ᶦˢ ᴬ⁻ᴬ⁻ᴬᶫᶦʳᵃᵍ⋅⋅⋅ ᴺ⁻ᶰᶦᶜᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵉᵉᵗ ʸᵒᵘ⋅⋅⋅ ᴮᵘᵗ⋅⋅⋅ ᵁʰᵐ ᴿᶦᵃᵏᵒ⁻ˢᵃᵐᵃ⋅⋅⋅⋅ ᵀʰᵉ ᵒᶰᵉ ʷʰᵒ'ˢ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᴹᵉᶫᵃ ᵃᶰᵈ ᵐᵉ⋅⋅⋅⋅ ˢʰᵉ'ˢ⋅⋅⋅⋅ ᵐʸ ᵐᵃᵗᵉ⋅⋅⋅⋅ *softly shuffles a bit back*

There it is! The clash of the siblings with a relationship filled with hate. asdfghjklkhh

                                           Strike me down?                                                   I’ll get up again.                                                                             I am not invincible,                                                                             but I won’t give up either.

Send me ⚔ to challenge my muse to a duel!

   would you please reblog this if you and/or your muse consider platonic sensual intimacy to be valid? if you believe in platonic kisses (even if it’s on the lips), platonic cuddling, sensual intimacy with no pressure to be sexual? – stuff like that? o~o

Part of feminism isn’t just proving that women are strong and capable it’s also admitting that women can be awful and disgusting. It’s the flip side of destroying the ‘women are delicate angels’ myth. Don’t pretend women don’t beat, murder, and rape. They do. And stop glorifying women who do god awful things just because they do it in heels and lipstick ok that drug cartel woman is not someone you should be idolizing.

@aliragsuggestions and @rosebudthornsuggestions are out'n'bout so guess who’s on the computer >;)

Oh god damnit

My muse has been turned into a pokemon and can't figure out how to turn back to their normal self!

 Send ‘I choose you’ for my muse going to yours for help while in this adorable state!

Ooh

YES.YES.YES. People need to realise this 

Hell Yes! 

I feel like this needs to be shared with a ton of people.

Sorry for the color but i love this.

Can everyone take notice of this please? 

Reblogging for eternity!

Preach~