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I'm fuckin'Gay for Iron Baron ~
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HUHU WELCOME TO MY PAGE ~
Call me Nikolaï, cause " Nikolai-Azamtied " is my Author name.
I do RPS, if you want, with my cuty lovely Iron Baron and my OCS / Not Ninjago lol
I draw SM sometimes but it's very moderate cuz I don't like Sexual things
I'm Asexual n Transgender
I'm veeeeerry shy but if you want to talk to me, it's with pleasure !
Incest with my Characters or Ninjago brothers iz a baaad Sin but I LOVE it ♥

:iconninjago-adopts: <= Adopt Account

Favourite TV Shows
South Park,Raymond,Ginga Densetsu Weed.
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Linkin Park,Fall Out Boy,Three Days Grace,Breaking Benjamin,Sick Puppies,Papa Roach

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rikubattleHobbyist Artist
Hey buddy! :D
Vex-the-FormlessHobbyist General Artist
Hey, how are you ! :D
rikubattleHobbyist Artist
Very fine :) And you?
Vex-the-FormlessHobbyist General Artist
Fine ! What's new ?
thank you for the favs ^^
Vex-the-FormlessHobbyist General Artist
You're welcome !
KaidokJ Digital Artist

Thanks for the llama :happybounce:

I knew a llama once. At least I thought I knew him. I mean, how well can anyone really know anyone, much less a llama. With their air of mystery and thinly veiled contempt. It’s hard. But I digress.

His name was Kevin. But for reasons I will never understand, he would only ever answer to Albert. Identity issues aside, things started out okay. The usual introductory sniffing and sneezing went well, despite his allergies, but then things started going downhill during the ritual licking phase of the pleasantries. We pushed through. And had it not been for the spitting, we might have even been able to make it work, but alas, after just 3 seconds of bittersweet brotherhood, we finally decided to part ways. It’s kind of sad, when you think about it. Spitting seems like such an innocent thing to fight over, but he was pretty adamant that I should stop and that was just never going to happen. We might have overcome that issue, but Kevin, like all llamas, was very competitive. First came the stench competitions. Then it was belching contests. And lastly, a painstaking count to see which one was hairier. You can clearly see why our relationship was doomed. The poor fellow was a bit of a sore loser.

So he snuck out, taking with him a failed friendship, an obliviously optimistic dread of the future, and my sixth favorite toothbrush. Now that he is gone, I can honestly say, it's for the best. He was too much of a chick magnet anyway and who needs that poultry drama? :shakefist:

 

Sorry about the late reply. Working on the backlog. ^^;