..... proceeds to squeeze the banana, aiming the trajectory of the now squished bits of potassium at her face.

To commemorate the day I came back to Mother RP (and also my first interaction on Claus since being back.) A rough sketch of 𝐍𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧’s interpretation of Ninten. Who may or may not have stolen Claus’ jacket.

“Lucas quit telling people I’m dead. I’m right here. I’m only mostly dead.”

“.... I’m getting dad.”

Exists-

Holds 𝐍𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧’s hand. Then proceeds to yeet her into space. Because reasons.

Hugs the reader. Lifts the reader up. Flies them up above the clouds. ...... Suplexes the reader back to solid ground.

“Let’s go, Roti!” Indivisible | MVRP Mature Themes RTs appreciated

-breaths-

Orange. Now ginger? Is there any other nicknames he should be aware of?

A wild commander has appeared— >Attack Item PKMN Run

You’re UNDER ARREST

“So.... what should I do for holloween?” Tapping his chin. He has an idea. He pops out his prosthetic eye, letting it dangle, then lunges a sword into his abdomen. Coughing up blood he lets it drip down his chin, and rips off his prosthetic arm. “.... perfect.”

He’s going to surprise 𝐍𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧 with one of his costume ideas. He’s carrying his own still functioning decapitated head under his arm, still wearing the mask, All while he had a Jack-o-lantern sitting on his shoulders—

// lives—

Don’t sing Aladdin Don’t sing Aladdin Don’t sing Aladdin Don’t sing Aladdin Don’t sing Aladdin Don’t sing Aladdin Don’t sing Aladdin Don’t sing Aladdin Don’t sing Aladdin Don’t sing Aladdin Don’t sing Aladdin Don’t sing Aladdin Don’t sing Aladdin Don’t sing Aladdin Don’t sing A—

Tell me princess, now when did you last let you heart decide?

//🐧

Presents 𝐍𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧