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He could've become a strongest wizard ever. The talent he got was feared even by the stars. He wanted to become a summoner who call out and control terrible monsters from the other world. Only problem was that not even single being answered his call because of his filthy temper.
When you're dealing with the necromancer, watch where you step.

Check whether there was a war in that place before.
The guards of the city gate patted her down to check whether she was armed.

But they didn't check her well enough.



That's how Arondil Massacre was happened.
"I know I've been biting the dust for every single tries, but this is the real one.

My keen sense of treasure hunter is telling me so."
He became a legend.

A knight rose alone against the Army of the West, and fought for three days in the narrow gorge to protect his companions retreating.



When he ran out of all strength and died, he was still standing. He never kneeled.
"You know, the words of the giants are really hard to pronounce.

I tried to say, 'Do you have a mother?'

but I actually ended up saying, 'I declare war to you as a representative of Lebensia.'"
"I am no god.

Even I am only a creation just like you, and not your master but brother.

I dare wish to set your record straight, by preaching the teachings of All Father, who is not bound to paradox and destiny."



"I'm afraid we should get going now."
"My fellow Knights of Revesin.

I know you're busy with war stuff now

but let me borrow your sword shadow please."
Her magic will crush you, rip you, tear you apart.

If you're lucky, you might be left as fragmented image between spaces, or might appear in the different story and genre.
The Shadow Torch was lit by the dark fire, and casted shadow instead of light.

In the pitch darkness made by the ancient relic, only its wielder gained a bright and clear vision.



I guess she thought that it would be a great tool for assassination.
Long time ago, there lived a wise and kind king named Hravir.

The blacksmith showed his respect by offering him crown made of the language of world.

Thrifty king used to concern whether he's wearing a crown too fancy and extravagant.

The people called him Hravir the Crownless.

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Las dolboebas
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Преимущество Платона в том, что он по совместительству был чемпионом по смешанным единоборствам и просто засунет тебе в жопу эту курицу.
Я читал, Платон воспринимал Диогена как деревенского дурачка, типа "Хаха, я же про курицу пошутил! Знал что этот бомж купится и общипает её"
"ха-ха я не долбоеб, Я просто троллил, Диоген, а ты попался".
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I loved Rarity in her detective outfit.  I realized that she had a potential foe already in the show: Cheerilee.  Her 'Smooth Criminal' hat gave me the perfect excuse to create a little cat n' mouse game with our resident ponies. 

Frenetic.  The past two days were just that.  She was hot on my tail and no matter what I did I just could not shake her.  By now I’m sure she has a good idea of who it is she's pursuing.  Not that I’d stop to ask her.  No, my only goal was to stay one step ahead of her, literally and figuratively.  But Sweet Celestia, she was making it difficult.
This whole mess began a week ago.  I had stopped in Twilight’s castle to borrow a book.  The princess was out so I spoke to her assistant.  Spike took my request with all the enthusiasm and attention of baked potato learning calculus.  I had clearly interrupted some other task or activity of his.  Now, either I misinterpreted the rules on returning the book or he simply offered a shoddy explanation.  That remains to be determined.
I took the book, expecting to return it in two weeks’ time.  Somehow, none of that was not conveyed to Twilight. 

I had taken the book with me when I had gone to visit a friend in Canterlot.  It was there that I discovered that I was a suspect. I overheard gossip at a local cafe: One of the princess's favorite books had been stolen.  Well isn't that just fine?  I retreated to my hotel room, paranoid that everypony knew I was a fugitive.  I paced, trying to calm myself.  I looked out the window.  Then I saw her.  In the square below she stood out quite well in her detective outfit.  That silly thing.  Yet I knew she meant business.  I left in haste.         
I would be remiss if I failed to mention that I am wholly unaccustomed to being pursued in such a manner.  Yet here I am, racing through dank alleyways in a part of Canterlot barely fit for Diamond Dogs.  The posh and glamour of the city during the day dissipated into a fog of debauchery and grime during the night.  How quaint. What worried me more than the grim and shady characters was that I found enjoyment in being chased.  There was a thrill that teaching just couldn't provide. 

I found I had to do more than just keep moving.  Like a changeling at a costume party, I had to be everypony.  Disguises became my friends.  This little getup you see here is quite fetching, if I'm being honest.  But fashion talk will have to wait.  At this point I simply want to get back to Twilight before Rarity can find me.  Then I'd win.
I could easily explain the situation to Twilight.  She's amenable and forgiving of misunderstanding.  Rarity, however, would be less likely to believe such a tale.  Congenial and understanding is her natural state.  When she plays detective, however, she becomes less hospitable to stories and alibis, no matter their veracity. I’m not allowing myself to be turned in like some common criminal.  Therefore, I run.

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