We slow for no one
I guess we’re stuck together.
Her hair was a mane of jet-black ringlets that fell to the small of her back, and around her brow was a band of copper suns. Where the Sand Snakes were tall, Arianne took after her mother, who stood but five foot two. She is still a little thing, the captain thought. Yet beneath her jewelled girdle and loose layers of flowing purple silk and yellow samite she had a woman’s body, lush and roundly curved.
*happy birthday m
PRINT FOR SMASH! YEAH Im at booth 33!!
one day i will come up with cool bgs for prints but today is nto that day
the moment to fight, to fight, to fight!
T H I E F + H A C K E R + H I T T E R
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