Tovis
Blaenau Gwent, United Kingdom (Great Britain)
Level
17
Vessel
500 XP
 
 
"Estas Tonne if his nose was longer than his legs." - :er_angry:
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_-Alice-_ 27 Nov 2024 @ 10:58am 
HUH It's November? ALMOST CHRISTMAS?
and guess what....
yep..
Still love you :luv:
_-Alice-_ 3 Apr 2024 @ 8:46am 
Wowee 2024 and I..
STILL LOVE YOU HEHE <3
_-Alice-_ 27 Jun 2023 @ 5:22am 
OI YOU THERE,
YEAH YOU
READING THIS MESSAGE. YOU.

I LOVE YOU.
_-Alice-_ 20 Apr 2023 @ 8:08am 
I. LOVE. YOU. :cozypoechris:
_-Alice-_ 2 Nov 2022 @ 10:28am 
I LOVES YOU SM :luv:
NotNate 20 Mar 2022 @ 11:12am 
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Hark Triton, hark! Bellow, bid our father the Sea King rise from the depths full foul in his fury! Black waves teeming with salt foam to smother this young mouth with pungent slime, to choke ye, engorging your organs til’ ye turn blue and bloated with bilge and brine and can scream no more -- only when he, crowned in cockle shells with slitherin’ tentacle tail and steaming beard take up his fell be-finned arm, his coral-tine trident screeches banshee-like in the tempest and plunges right through yer gullet, bursting ye -- a bulging bladder no more, but a blasted bloody film now and nothing for the harpies and the souls of dead sailors to peck and claw and feed upon only to be lapped up and swallowed by the infinite waters of the Dread Emperor himself -- forgotten to any man, to any time, forgotten to any god or devil, forgotten even to the sea, for any stuff for part of Winslow, even any scantling of your soul is Winslow no more, but is now itself the sea!