Jun 28, 2020
By day, I am an artist. By night, I am a roleplayer.
By Pride... I am the Lesbian Guardian.
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By day, I am an artist. By night, I am a roleplayer.
By Pride... I am the Lesbian Guardian.
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I finally made it to the Tyrian Pride March! & got to enjoy it with my friends in "LWRP" ❤
(I snagged a few pics of @junebug-arts & a few others (which I don't know their tumblers yet).)
LWRP: A Crack in the Ice Season Finale RP. We had a near full medbay too!
Happy Pride, NA! Lesbian Guardian loves and supports all of you! Lesbian Guardian will be at tomorrow’s march to Rata Sum! Come say hi or even join our LWRP squad if you wanna hang out!
A quick drawing of the character I use for Lesbian Guardian, Bronagh! Either I or one of the other LWRP members will have a pre-squad up to hang out for our Pride March to Rata Sum!
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Late in the night, a small red-haired woman crept into the Scout's room, running over to his desk to climb up and sit down. She sniffled and pulled over what looked to be a clean sock to wrap around herself, but accidentally knocked over something in the process. The loud noise caused her to squeak in fear and cover herself with the sock.
Johnny had always been a bit of a deep sleeper. At least when someone wasn't snooping around his room. Years of living with nosy siblings had him cracking his eyes open when the picture of him and his best friend got knocked over. Groggily lifting his head, he huffed the longer strands of his hair out of his eyes and squinted over the dark room.
"Cal, ya outta ya cage again?" he mumbled as he turned upon the bed and draped his legs over the side. Yawning slowy he scratched at his bare stomach before stumbling over to the covered cage. Upon peeking inside he was welcomed by an almost annoyed look from the once-sleeping parrot.
"Huh..."
Night Cyclist
April, Amsterdam
Gemma