Vigoro : *Leafing through a certain suitcase, talking to Belle.* What I don't understand, is why, a lowly fanfiction character, gets her own page, and we don't see a page titled, 'Vigoro', or 'Belle'.
Belle : *Sitting on an office chair, spinning slowly and talking to Vigoro.* It makes me feel..unloved..
*At that minute, a thick stack of colorful pictures, each one containing Sique, rain down upon the lands of Belle-and-Vigoro.*
Belle : o.o; PRETTY! ^-^ *Dances in the falling..pictures.*
Vigoro : OOOOO! HENTAIIIII!
(This page is dedicated to all the artwork I've drawn of my fanfic character, which sums up to about..as I write this..over 70..I'll only be putting up the best, though. ^^;; The pictures which are unsuitable will be labled. ^^;; )
Belle : A random Sique. I think her head is too small in this one. o.o;
Vigoro : Leather straps..*Drool.*
Belle : �.�;
Belle : An unhealthy ammount of collars make the medicine go doo-oowwn..
Vigoro : I always was a fan of Nasrad clothes. ^-^
Belle : Fire; that is, the red, normal, non-Silvite-sidekick kind.
Belle : She looks so harmless..^-^ *The bloodthirsty shout of 'Silver Revenge!' and the sound of roaring fire, followed by the smell of burning flesh come into the backround somewhere, and minutes later Sique leaps into the view of the audience, waving happily.*
Vigoro : Looks can be d..*Stares at Sique's ass.* Are you wearing a thong? *Glances at the silvery pink flame appearing at Sique's fingetips and shuts up.*
(Go here to see the colored version.)
Sique : The well-known bicolor gaze, signature to meee! (She's, ohsovery, delusional.)
Vigoro : Oh, just go back to burning innocent Blue Rogues to death..�.�;
Vigoro : ...Actually, you can stay, if you want..^.~ And if you'll wear that..^^;
Belle : Violently happy. >^^< *Bounces around hyperly.*
Vigoro : STUPID NECKLACE! STUPID, STUPID, SHINY NECKLACE! *Glares at Ramirez.*
(Suggestive.)
Vigoro : Let's hope that the Valuan Empire is never this desperate..
Sique : My conquer over the evil writer's block beast of doom..BWAHAHAHAH! I AM VICTORIOUS! *Belle and Vigoro sweatdrop violently and edge away slowly.*
Sique : So close to death, and yet, so far..the thin margin of life and death, for more than one..*Looks away rather sadly.*
Belle : o.o;; Is that..humane?
Sique : I don't know, but it sure tasted good! ^^;;
Vigoro : I worship the ways of see-through material..
Belle : I've got, nothing on but the radio dancing 'round my room with the lights down low..*Giggles.*
(Suggestive.)
Sique : From a time when I hadn't even played Skies of Arcadia..
Vigoro : Take it off, take it ALL off! @.@
Belle : Nasrad clothesishness.
Vigoro : LEATHER! @.@
Vigoro : *Twitch. Twitch.*
(Highly suggestive.)
Vigoro : LEATHER AND FEATHERS AND BREASTS, OH MY! *Falls over with a sickening thud.*
(Hentai.)
Sique : Stupid censorship of opaque tops..stupid black undertop..*Mumblemumble.*
Sique : I AM THE GHOST OF CHRISTMAS..PERVE! >)
Belle : That poor old man..
Sique : I hope he has a heart attack. >)
Sique : *Wanders off whimsically.* |
