Pronouns: He/They
VA in training/Singer/
40 year old Multiverse Romantic fanfiction writer/Alt Pastel Goth Nintendo Gamer/OC Creator
Mostly plays Indie,RPGs,and the like.
Me:...
Zynilin:...I can see your expression...I am fine with it. My form may have changed but I can still fight for you.
Me:...
Zynilin:...I can see your expression...I am fine with it. My form may have changed but I can still fight for you.
Zynilin: Yes. And If you are wondering, I can undergo 100%...but I don't look the same.
M: Try me.
Zynilin: Okay!
Zynilin: Yes. And If you are wondering, I can undergo 100%...but I don't look the same.
M: Try me.
Zynilin: Okay!
Zynilin: I am called Zynilin. That four legged Pokémon was my true form.
Emma: So you're Zygarde in human form?
Zynilin: I am. 10%. My cells mimicked a replica of Josephine, my trainer. I remember everything. And everyone.
Zynilin: I am called Zynilin. That four legged Pokémon was my true form.
Emma: So you're Zygarde in human form?
Zynilin: I am. 10%. My cells mimicked a replica of Josephine, my trainer. I remember everything. And everyone.
Zynilin: I am 10% of its power.
Griselle: I am claiming you before she does!
Emma: Stop.
Zynilin: I am 10% of its power.
Griselle: I am claiming you before she does!
Emma: Stop.
Haruru: You are lucky,sir. You get the Queen and her harlot twin sister. I am Princess Haruru...Our mother,the former Queen offers us both to you. You won't regret this.🫦❤️
Sabriharu: 😊🫵🏾❤️
Haruru: You are lucky,sir. You get the Queen and her harlot twin sister. I am Princess Haruru...Our mother,the former Queen offers us both to you. You won't regret this.🫦❤️
Sabriharu: 😊🫵🏾❤️
*Her blank expression is that of a male Indeedee*
Sabriharu:...I request time alone...with you.
Me: Can you smile for me?
*Her blank expression is that of a male Indeedee*
Sabriharu:...I request time alone...with you.
Me: Can you smile for me?
Indee: Be not afraid of my fate,child. You literally heard his thoughts. As did I.
Indee: Be not afraid of my fate,child. You literally heard his thoughts. As did I.
Indee: Such an amazing fusion of woman and Liepard. He was fond of non human women.
Indee: Such an amazing fusion of woman and Liepard. He was fond of non human women.
Ma'atloch: No. You forget. I'm a panther demihuman. I merely want his seed.
Tatloch:...Hmph. Do what you like. Just save me some. He may be stronger than me but only I can devour him.❤️
Ma'atloch: No. You forget. I'm a panther demihuman. I merely want his seed.
Tatloch:...Hmph. Do what you like. Just save me some. He may be stronger than me but only I can devour him.❤️
Tatloch:...Is that goat? That Shade of his can cook?
Ma'atloch: I have an idea. We combine our might.
Tatloch: Go on. Speak. You have my voice despite being half panther. Also...I am fond of my own words.
Ma'atloch: Whether you get hungry,we swap places.
Tatloch:...Is that goat? That Shade of his can cook?
Ma'atloch: I have an idea. We combine our might.
Tatloch: Go on. Speak. You have my voice despite being half panther. Also...I am fond of my own words.
Ma'atloch: Whether you get hungry,we swap places.
Eisheth: So you are saving him for last? Very well. His "salvation" will be most precious.
Kamara: A human with demonic magic to steal life. You will require a...Dark Nun to influence your flock to be slain.
Tatloch: Finally, some dinner and a show! Don't fail me,ladies.😊😌
Eisheth: So you are saving him for last? Very well. His "salvation" will be most precious.
Kamara: A human with demonic magic to steal life. You will require a...Dark Nun to influence your flock to be slain.
Tatloch: Finally, some dinner and a show! Don't fail me,ladies.😊😌
Eisheth: You...are like me...
Tatloch:...so you're their slayer? He even tamed you? You should join us, the forces of Gro'ha. A lady of demeanor would fit well by my side. The Princess of the Tree of Death. Qlippoth.
Eisheth:...Will there be...
Tatloch: As many as you wish.
Eisheth: You...are like me...
Tatloch:...so you're their slayer? He even tamed you? You should join us, the forces of Gro'ha. A lady of demeanor would fit well by my side. The Princess of the Tree of Death. Qlippoth.
Eisheth:...Will there be...
Tatloch: As many as you wish.
Naamah: I sense a potential replacement for Eisheth.
Lilith: Indeed. Yet she wishes to claim forbidden fruit.
Tatloch: At least you three smell of death. This man. Spared you as well?
Agrat:...What? So he is claiming female Chaosbringers?
Naamah: I sense a potential replacement for Eisheth.
Lilith: Indeed. Yet she wishes to claim forbidden fruit.
Tatloch: At least you three smell of death. This man. Spared you as well?
Agrat:...What? So he is claiming female Chaosbringers?
Tatloch: a Halfling.
Nanako: Despite everything, humans and monsters are welcome in my realm. Even you.
Tatloch: Yet you don't have the stench of death. Even the Yuki-onna has taken men's souls.
Tatloch: a Halfling.
Nanako: Despite everything, humans and monsters are welcome in my realm. Even you.
Tatloch: Yet you don't have the stench of death. Even the Yuki-onna has taken men's souls.
Nanako:...So cruel humans couldn't take it from him.
Nanako:...So cruel humans couldn't take it from him.
Me: The Dragons as well.
I once had a Kingdom. It fell. By my own hand.
Me: The Dragons as well.
I once had a Kingdom. It fell. By my own hand.
Tatloch: Merely because you are more entertaining than him. He requires a leash.
Me: He'd be into it. You sensed his soul. He's part Jester,part Panther. But his brother is far worse. Yet these two are my greatest butlers.
Tatloch: You tame your darkness.
Tatloch: Merely because you are more entertaining than him. He requires a leash.
Me: He'd be into it. You sensed his soul. He's part Jester,part Panther. But his brother is far worse. Yet these two are my greatest butlers.
Tatloch: You tame your darkness.
Tatloch: You don't say? Died,you say? Why do you defend yourself?
Joshua: I am the darkness within his heart.
*Tatloch is enthralled by his apathetic scent*
Tatloch: Begone. I was not done with him.
Tatloch: You don't say? Died,you say? Why do you defend yourself?
Joshua: I am the darkness within his heart.
*Tatloch is enthralled by his apathetic scent*
Tatloch: Begone. I was not done with him.