in direct Sequel to THIS image
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On their way home from Bennys Christmas party, the newly beastified Boz was finding himself with a rather large dilemma.
"Rawrrrrrr, these beastly speedos won't come off, no matter how hard I tug at them!" Boz rumbled in a voice much deeper than it once was, grumbling and growling and pulling at the spandex briefs repeatedly.
"Will you stop doing that, don't try to take them off in public at least!" Simba chided, batting at one of the monstrous sized paws yanking at the speedo "You know Benny told you not to put those on when you accidentally unwrapped that..."
"I never heard that." Boz huffed, ceasing his excessive tugs at the speedo and frowning as he lumbered on behind Simba.
"He said it like ten times." Simba rolled his eyes in exasperation "You and this snagging speedos thing, I'm surprised you didn't try to rummage through his drawers for stuff to snatch."
Boz eyes shifted about guiltily "wasn't for lack of trying." He muttered beneath his breath.
"What was that?" Simbas ears twitched a bit, having not fully heard his transformed mate.
"Urrr, nuthin'" Boz rumbled, reaching a big arm up and around to rub at the back of his head.
Simba eyed the large beastly tiger with suspicion, but didn't press the matter "Well, now that you're stuck this way for awhile, we'll have to figure out what to do with you." A sly smile crossed to handsome felines features as his eyes slid back to Boz "We could always sell you to the circus."
"WHAT?! No!" Boz bellowed in alarm, thinking Simba was being serious.
The lion laughed, clapping his hands together as Bozs alarmed expression was as much amusing as it was adorable "Oh don't be such a goof love, you know I wouldn't do that! Hey don't look at this as such a bad thing, maybe Benny will let you attend one of those beast functions he's always going to. I hear the various incarnations of Hank are present at those."
Boz snorted "yea, but which one? You know I only like the '94 cartoon one" Bozs eyes looked upwards as a dreamy expression in the form of a dopey smile took over his bestial features "Oh I'd like to get into that hunks briefs..."
Simba smirked, chucking Boz on one of his grizzly arms "Hey knock that off, you know you're only supposed to be snatching my speedos you naughty tiger."
Boz grunted, jerked out of his daydreaming "Yea well, I won't be pilfering anything if I can't get these off!" Growling in annoyance, he gave the waistband another tug.
"Well the affects might wear off anyways." Simba mused thoughtfully "Maybe you need a kiss from a handsome prince to break the spell..." Simba took one of the hulking brutes arms into both of his, raising his brows a few times suggestively.
"Yea? Ya know any?" Boz couldn't help himself...
Smirking, Simba punched Boz lightly beneath his ribs "You keep that up and I'll seriously reconsider the circus idea. Or better yet I'll find some castle with enchanted objects that do nothing but sing and dance all day and lock you in there."
Boz snorted "Pfft...like that ever happens."
Finally approaching their home, Simba stepped forward to unlock the door as Boz trailed behind. Once the lock was released and the door opened, the pair entering their domicile to be greeted by festive decorations and Christmas trees all throughout the house that Boz had spent nearly all month putting up. Simba took off his jacket, having gotten dressed before departing the party. Boz on the other hand had found that none of his clothes fit any longer, so had departed in nothing but the enchanted speedo. Benny had offered various things for him but Boz had been too embarrassed to accept any clothing that might fit him, so had dealt with the stares.
"Well even if you're stuck like that I still love you, horns and all." Simba grinned, shutting the door after he'd hung up his jacket and the two were inside.
Bozs face wilted "But I don't wanna be stuck like this, all my clothes won't fit!" He whined.
Simba smiled devilishly "Works for me."
Boz in his brutish guise rumbled irritably, but said nothing. He chose instead to tromp over to their couch, throw himself onto it in a seated position. Once seated he crossed his arms before his broad chest, huffed and glowered at the several Disney 'beast' ornaments on the tree there, pouting.
"Oh knock that off you big grump, you'll change back eventually or the speedo will come off and you'll return to normal that way." Walking over to sit next to Boz, he put his arm around him in a comforting gesture "Really you don't look that bad at all, and you know I'd love you no matter how you looked."
"I know." Boz replied softly, turning to look at Simba "I'm sorry I got myself into this, I have really poor self control."
Simba couldn't help but favor that beastly tiger with a crooked smile "You're telling me..." With his other paw he reached over to tickle at the furry behemoths ribs playfully.
"Hur hur hur! Stoooooop!" Boz whined as he started laughing, that area being especially ticklish "Hur hur!"
"I might like ya better this way, least for awhile; it'll be harder for you to bat my paws away!” Simba laughed, continuing to assault the large brute with his paws all over his lower abdomen.
“HUR HUR HUR, C’MON! NOOOOOO!” boz wailed through his laughter, unable to keep the tickling paws at bay as he guffawed heartily.
Eventually Simba did cease his tickling barrage, using his arms instead to wrap them about the beastly behemoth, or at least as far around him as he could get his arms. Tightly he hugged him, stretching his neck a little to give him a kiss on the cheek.
Panting through a last few lingering chuckles, Boz curled his mighty arms around Simba, Nuzzling in response to the hug. For all his quirks and strange predicaments he seemed to get himself (as well as Simba) into, he was grateful that the lion loved him no matter what.
Still, three days without doing that thing that would otherwise have him trapped as a beast forever, he wasn’t not looking forward to that!
The Next Day
Simba casually strolled into the living room, a piece of paper in one hand while the other clutched a cup of coffee. "Okay Boz, I did some researching and..." The stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the beastly tiger hunched over beneath the Christmas tree "Hey! Are you drinking out of the tree stand again?!"
So engrossed in what he was doing, Boz didn't even register Simbas presence until his voice was raised. In surprise the top of his head banged into the lower branches, nearly toppling the tree over. Though remaining stable, several ornaments fell loose and bounded off the brutes mane, others getting stuck upon his horns.
"No! I was just... Seeing how much water was left!" He fibbed, before hacking up several pine needles.
"Uh huh..." Simba crossed his arms, shaking his head disapprovingly "I imagine there's none left now."
Boz peered back around still on all four, picking a few ornaments and needles out of his hair "Well... It is an awfully dry house after all."
Skeptically scratching his muzzle, Simba sniffed, and then held out several papers clutched within his hand. "So I did I little research on these 'beast briefs' on Google, the place to go to find things without actually finding anything, but I did manage to find a few useful snippets of information regarding this issue."
Bozs ears perked "Really?" Back on his feet, he trudged over to where Simba stood and peered curiously at the papers.
The lion nodded "Yea, apparently it will eventually loosen and you'll be able to remove it, and turn back to normal."
Bozs face was soon filled with relief "Oh thank goodness, I like the idea of beating monstrous but staying like this forever was not appealing."
"There are just a few things you mustn't do for the effects to wear off however. You can't um..." Shifting his eyes back and forth a bit, he brought his paw up towards Boz and curled on finger inwards in a beckoning gesture.
Boz would grunt, puzzled, before drawing himself closer to Simba by Bowing his furry head a bit so that the lion could better reach one of his ears.
Once Boz was close enough, Simba stretched his neck a bit upwards, still having to stand on tip toes to better reach as the transformed tiger was so large. Simba would then whisper something into Bozs ear, lowering himself back to the floor once he was finished and fixing the big brute with a serious look.
Bozs face would fall the moment the lion relayed his message to him, looking positively thunderstruck "Oh not that, but I LOVE doing that, that was like the first thing I was going to do in this speedo once I had a moment to myself!"
The lion would cross his muscular arms, giving Boz a severe look as his eyes narrowed slightly.
Boz just grinned guiltily, flashing his pearly whites "I mean uh, so hey, none of that, big deal I'm all over abstaining from that for a few weeks! Eh heh heh..."
Simba merely took a disgruntled breath, after which he began waving the piece of paper out towards Boz "Well naughty tiger, if you don't want to be stuck like that forever you had better, what I read about the brief was very specific about that!"
"Yea, that would be why they made it feel so good." Boz groused, before peering back at the paper Simba held inquisitively "Soooo....wut else does it say?"
"Not much" Simba confessed, casually looking it over again "It says there might be some side effects, like poor speech at times and clouded thinking with tendencies to....I TOLD YOU NOT TO DRINK OUTTA THAT!"
At some point Boz had gotten himself back under the tree and begun guzzling some more of the water. Hearing Simba shout however caused him to cease immediately, before he would turn back around to him "What! The stands plastic and there's this awesome hint of pine in this..."
Reaching up to massage his temple, the lion would softly sigh "...Further it just says that so long as you simply ignore it; it will get easier to remove, struggling with it just makes it latch on tighter."
"Boy do I know it..." Boz grumbled, reaching back to rub at his bottom before withdrawing himself from beneath the tree. "What am I supposed to do in the meantime like this though?"
Simba shrugged his big shoulders "Dunno, wasn't that specific, it did say not to bother with clothes though as it would just cause them to fall apart anyways."
Boz grunted "Really?"
Simba grinned devilishly "No, but there's no point in tailoring anything for you given you're not staying like that anyways."
The beast huffed "Bah, least we do is get me a cool cape or something, and what about pants! The less I see of the brief the less I might be tempted to uh...y'know."
The lion simply snorted, shaking his head "Sure, because that's detoured you so much before!" He laughed.
Boz would merely grumble, before moving off towards the hall that led to their bedroom "I'm getting off my feet for awhile, I don't know how other beasts do it but just standing can be exhausting!"
Simba followed after, snickering to himself "well maybe we can get you some shoes with some arch support at least!"
"Hardy har har..." Came Bozs reply at a distance, before the two were gone down the hall, into their bedroom.
From outside, unknown to the lion and tiger, were two unsavory beings who'd taken up watch from across a street, behind some bushes. Dressed in white, they blended in somewhat well with the surroundings which were currently blanketed in a sheet of freshly fallen snow. Their faces however, currently unmasked did not blend in as well, and both of their crude features sported devious grins as they glance from the lion and tigers abode back to one another.
"He took it, just as planned, your bet that he couldn't resist taking it for himself paid off." The first speaker, a large dark fuchsia skinned gargoyle with a scraggly brown beard framing his big chin chuckled with sinister delight. He would turn his head back to the large building where the lion and tiger resided, reaching up to scratch at the lower half of his facial hair.
"I imagined it would" the gargoyles accomplice, a much thinner yet clever looking wolf would smile in satisfaction. He would dig his claws into the snow covered bush which they were stationed behind, before glancing off to a truck parked not too far down the road. "We'd best not linger much longer, there's time enough to plan how to make him slip up..."
"Yea, and what a fine bit of green we'll get once he's stuck like that, I can't wait!" The thuggish gargoyle clapped his broad hands to one another before rubbing them together in anticipation.
"Patience, Grügar, it won't take much to get him to do it, and we've already got what we need to trap him." Getting up from his knelt position in the snow, the grey wolf dusted off his white jeans, an action that struck him as somewhat redundant, before heading towards the truck "Come on, we've got more work to do."
Rising along with his accomplice, the gargoyle, though wearing a fancy white buttoned up shirt, wore only a matching white loincloth belted around his thick waist "Sure thing, Freddie."
Looming over the wolf like a giant shadow, the hulking gargoyle lumbered after the wolf, making their way back to the truck. Both would get into the vehicle in unison, the wolf on the drivers side, the lupine quick to put the key into the ignition and revving up the engine. The truck would peel out then, tires screeching upon the slippery pavement, speeding off down the street and out of sight.
-=*=-
So....I totally just forgot what I wanted to type here, oh wait, heh, basically continuing from the cool commission I got from Benny I came up with this. Somehow finding the time through the NUMEROUS other x-mas projects that're in the works, I 'tweaked' Boz's beast look a little but for the most part he was dead on for what I was picturing. I had thought to type in a brief snippet about his hooves changing to paws but I forgot to and am too lazy to go back and edit the story as I've got other ones to focus on before the big day! But thanks to Benny again for bringing this concept to life and I hope to do more with it in the future!
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On their way home from Bennys Christmas party, the newly beastified Boz was finding himself with a rather large dilemma.
"Rawrrrrrr, these beastly speedos won't come off, no matter how hard I tug at them!" Boz rumbled in a voice much deeper than it once was, grumbling and growling and pulling at the spandex briefs repeatedly.
"Will you stop doing that, don't try to take them off in public at least!" Simba chided, batting at one of the monstrous sized paws yanking at the speedo "You know Benny told you not to put those on when you accidentally unwrapped that..."
"I never heard that." Boz huffed, ceasing his excessive tugs at the speedo and frowning as he lumbered on behind Simba.
"He said it like ten times." Simba rolled his eyes in exasperation "You and this snagging speedos thing, I'm surprised you didn't try to rummage through his drawers for stuff to snatch."
Boz eyes shifted about guiltily "wasn't for lack of trying." He muttered beneath his breath.
"What was that?" Simbas ears twitched a bit, having not fully heard his transformed mate.
"Urrr, nuthin'" Boz rumbled, reaching a big arm up and around to rub at the back of his head.
Simba eyed the large beastly tiger with suspicion, but didn't press the matter "Well, now that you're stuck this way for awhile, we'll have to figure out what to do with you." A sly smile crossed to handsome felines features as his eyes slid back to Boz "We could always sell you to the circus."
"WHAT?! No!" Boz bellowed in alarm, thinking Simba was being serious.
The lion laughed, clapping his hands together as Bozs alarmed expression was as much amusing as it was adorable "Oh don't be such a goof love, you know I wouldn't do that! Hey don't look at this as such a bad thing, maybe Benny will let you attend one of those beast functions he's always going to. I hear the various incarnations of Hank are present at those."
Boz snorted "yea, but which one? You know I only like the '94 cartoon one" Bozs eyes looked upwards as a dreamy expression in the form of a dopey smile took over his bestial features "Oh I'd like to get into that hunks briefs..."
Simba smirked, chucking Boz on one of his grizzly arms "Hey knock that off, you know you're only supposed to be snatching my speedos you naughty tiger."
Boz grunted, jerked out of his daydreaming "Yea well, I won't be pilfering anything if I can't get these off!" Growling in annoyance, he gave the waistband another tug.
"Well the affects might wear off anyways." Simba mused thoughtfully "Maybe you need a kiss from a handsome prince to break the spell..." Simba took one of the hulking brutes arms into both of his, raising his brows a few times suggestively.
"Yea? Ya know any?" Boz couldn't help himself...
Smirking, Simba punched Boz lightly beneath his ribs "You keep that up and I'll seriously reconsider the circus idea. Or better yet I'll find some castle with enchanted objects that do nothing but sing and dance all day and lock you in there."
Boz snorted "Pfft...like that ever happens."
Finally approaching their home, Simba stepped forward to unlock the door as Boz trailed behind. Once the lock was released and the door opened, the pair entering their domicile to be greeted by festive decorations and Christmas trees all throughout the house that Boz had spent nearly all month putting up. Simba took off his jacket, having gotten dressed before departing the party. Boz on the other hand had found that none of his clothes fit any longer, so had departed in nothing but the enchanted speedo. Benny had offered various things for him but Boz had been too embarrassed to accept any clothing that might fit him, so had dealt with the stares.
"Well even if you're stuck like that I still love you, horns and all." Simba grinned, shutting the door after he'd hung up his jacket and the two were inside.
Bozs face wilted "But I don't wanna be stuck like this, all my clothes won't fit!" He whined.
Simba smiled devilishly "Works for me."
Boz in his brutish guise rumbled irritably, but said nothing. He chose instead to tromp over to their couch, throw himself onto it in a seated position. Once seated he crossed his arms before his broad chest, huffed and glowered at the several Disney 'beast' ornaments on the tree there, pouting.
"Oh knock that off you big grump, you'll change back eventually or the speedo will come off and you'll return to normal that way." Walking over to sit next to Boz, he put his arm around him in a comforting gesture "Really you don't look that bad at all, and you know I'd love you no matter how you looked."
"I know." Boz replied softly, turning to look at Simba "I'm sorry I got myself into this, I have really poor self control."
Simba couldn't help but favor that beastly tiger with a crooked smile "You're telling me..." With his other paw he reached over to tickle at the furry behemoths ribs playfully.
"Hur hur hur! Stoooooop!" Boz whined as he started laughing, that area being especially ticklish "Hur hur!"
"I might like ya better this way, least for awhile; it'll be harder for you to bat my paws away!” Simba laughed, continuing to assault the large brute with his paws all over his lower abdomen.
“HUR HUR HUR, C’MON! NOOOOOO!” boz wailed through his laughter, unable to keep the tickling paws at bay as he guffawed heartily.
Eventually Simba did cease his tickling barrage, using his arms instead to wrap them about the beastly behemoth, or at least as far around him as he could get his arms. Tightly he hugged him, stretching his neck a little to give him a kiss on the cheek.
Panting through a last few lingering chuckles, Boz curled his mighty arms around Simba, Nuzzling in response to the hug. For all his quirks and strange predicaments he seemed to get himself (as well as Simba) into, he was grateful that the lion loved him no matter what.
Still, three days without doing that thing that would otherwise have him trapped as a beast forever, he wasn’t not looking forward to that!
The Next Day
Simba casually strolled into the living room, a piece of paper in one hand while the other clutched a cup of coffee. "Okay Boz, I did some researching and..." The stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the beastly tiger hunched over beneath the Christmas tree "Hey! Are you drinking out of the tree stand again?!"
So engrossed in what he was doing, Boz didn't even register Simbas presence until his voice was raised. In surprise the top of his head banged into the lower branches, nearly toppling the tree over. Though remaining stable, several ornaments fell loose and bounded off the brutes mane, others getting stuck upon his horns.
"No! I was just... Seeing how much water was left!" He fibbed, before hacking up several pine needles.
"Uh huh..." Simba crossed his arms, shaking his head disapprovingly "I imagine there's none left now."
Boz peered back around still on all four, picking a few ornaments and needles out of his hair "Well... It is an awfully dry house after all."
Skeptically scratching his muzzle, Simba sniffed, and then held out several papers clutched within his hand. "So I did I little research on these 'beast briefs' on Google, the place to go to find things without actually finding anything, but I did manage to find a few useful snippets of information regarding this issue."
Bozs ears perked "Really?" Back on his feet, he trudged over to where Simba stood and peered curiously at the papers.
The lion nodded "Yea, apparently it will eventually loosen and you'll be able to remove it, and turn back to normal."
Bozs face was soon filled with relief "Oh thank goodness, I like the idea of beating monstrous but staying like this forever was not appealing."
"There are just a few things you mustn't do for the effects to wear off however. You can't um..." Shifting his eyes back and forth a bit, he brought his paw up towards Boz and curled on finger inwards in a beckoning gesture.
Boz would grunt, puzzled, before drawing himself closer to Simba by Bowing his furry head a bit so that the lion could better reach one of his ears.
Once Boz was close enough, Simba stretched his neck a bit upwards, still having to stand on tip toes to better reach as the transformed tiger was so large. Simba would then whisper something into Bozs ear, lowering himself back to the floor once he was finished and fixing the big brute with a serious look.
Bozs face would fall the moment the lion relayed his message to him, looking positively thunderstruck "Oh not that, but I LOVE doing that, that was like the first thing I was going to do in this speedo once I had a moment to myself!"
The lion would cross his muscular arms, giving Boz a severe look as his eyes narrowed slightly.
Boz just grinned guiltily, flashing his pearly whites "I mean uh, so hey, none of that, big deal I'm all over abstaining from that for a few weeks! Eh heh heh..."
Simba merely took a disgruntled breath, after which he began waving the piece of paper out towards Boz "Well naughty tiger, if you don't want to be stuck like that forever you had better, what I read about the brief was very specific about that!"
"Yea, that would be why they made it feel so good." Boz groused, before peering back at the paper Simba held inquisitively "Soooo....wut else does it say?"
"Not much" Simba confessed, casually looking it over again "It says there might be some side effects, like poor speech at times and clouded thinking with tendencies to....I TOLD YOU NOT TO DRINK OUTTA THAT!"
At some point Boz had gotten himself back under the tree and begun guzzling some more of the water. Hearing Simba shout however caused him to cease immediately, before he would turn back around to him "What! The stands plastic and there's this awesome hint of pine in this..."
Reaching up to massage his temple, the lion would softly sigh "...Further it just says that so long as you simply ignore it; it will get easier to remove, struggling with it just makes it latch on tighter."
"Boy do I know it..." Boz grumbled, reaching back to rub at his bottom before withdrawing himself from beneath the tree. "What am I supposed to do in the meantime like this though?"
Simba shrugged his big shoulders "Dunno, wasn't that specific, it did say not to bother with clothes though as it would just cause them to fall apart anyways."
Boz grunted "Really?"
Simba grinned devilishly "No, but there's no point in tailoring anything for you given you're not staying like that anyways."
The beast huffed "Bah, least we do is get me a cool cape or something, and what about pants! The less I see of the brief the less I might be tempted to uh...y'know."
The lion simply snorted, shaking his head "Sure, because that's detoured you so much before!" He laughed.
Boz would merely grumble, before moving off towards the hall that led to their bedroom "I'm getting off my feet for awhile, I don't know how other beasts do it but just standing can be exhausting!"
Simba followed after, snickering to himself "well maybe we can get you some shoes with some arch support at least!"
"Hardy har har..." Came Bozs reply at a distance, before the two were gone down the hall, into their bedroom.
From outside, unknown to the lion and tiger, were two unsavory beings who'd taken up watch from across a street, behind some bushes. Dressed in white, they blended in somewhat well with the surroundings which were currently blanketed in a sheet of freshly fallen snow. Their faces however, currently unmasked did not blend in as well, and both of their crude features sported devious grins as they glance from the lion and tigers abode back to one another.
"He took it, just as planned, your bet that he couldn't resist taking it for himself paid off." The first speaker, a large dark fuchsia skinned gargoyle with a scraggly brown beard framing his big chin chuckled with sinister delight. He would turn his head back to the large building where the lion and tiger resided, reaching up to scratch at the lower half of his facial hair.
"I imagined it would" the gargoyles accomplice, a much thinner yet clever looking wolf would smile in satisfaction. He would dig his claws into the snow covered bush which they were stationed behind, before glancing off to a truck parked not too far down the road. "We'd best not linger much longer, there's time enough to plan how to make him slip up..."
"Yea, and what a fine bit of green we'll get once he's stuck like that, I can't wait!" The thuggish gargoyle clapped his broad hands to one another before rubbing them together in anticipation.
"Patience, Grügar, it won't take much to get him to do it, and we've already got what we need to trap him." Getting up from his knelt position in the snow, the grey wolf dusted off his white jeans, an action that struck him as somewhat redundant, before heading towards the truck "Come on, we've got more work to do."
Rising along with his accomplice, the gargoyle, though wearing a fancy white buttoned up shirt, wore only a matching white loincloth belted around his thick waist "Sure thing, Freddie."
Looming over the wolf like a giant shadow, the hulking gargoyle lumbered after the wolf, making their way back to the truck. Both would get into the vehicle in unison, the wolf on the drivers side, the lupine quick to put the key into the ignition and revving up the engine. The truck would peel out then, tires screeching upon the slippery pavement, speeding off down the street and out of sight.
-=*=-
So....I totally just forgot what I wanted to type here, oh wait, heh, basically continuing from the cool commission I got from Benny I came up with this. Somehow finding the time through the NUMEROUS other x-mas projects that're in the works, I 'tweaked' Boz's beast look a little but for the most part he was dead on for what I was picturing. I had thought to type in a brief snippet about his hooves changing to paws but I forgot to and am too lazy to go back and edit the story as I've got other ones to focus on before the big day! But thanks to Benny again for bringing this concept to life and I hope to do more with it in the future!
Category Artwork (Digital) / Muscle
Species Tiger
Gender Male
Size 1059 x 950px
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Ahh, Boz got in trouble again. *hugs warmly* I can think of a few ways to keep you from having too much fun ;)
Happy Holidays! I hope you are feeling a Lot better Boz!!
Happy Holidays! I hope you are feeling a Lot better Boz!!
Happy Holidays Boz. *Steals some of Simba's cookies before popping out.*
Boz's face looks just a lil cartoonish, but then again of course this is based partly off Disney's Beast (no not Marvel's even though Disney owns that one too). It's amusing.
Definitely am a huge fan of this. :3 Hope to see more of these beastly briefs in the future!
No matter what trouble you get yourself into, I always love you!
All those colors are fantastic, as well as the beastly figures and attributes!! Very compelling story too, I'm looking forward to the trilogy!
All those colors are fantastic, as well as the beastly figures and attributes!! Very compelling story too, I'm looking forward to the trilogy!
...is it wrong I kind of want him to slip up and stay this way?
I think this is some of the largest muscle I've seen you do, and it's awesome. ^_^
I think this is some of the largest muscle I've seen you do, and it's awesome. ^_^
Beast was one of the earlier Disney crushes I owned up to having, and also one I had a terrible time trying to draw initially. But you captured the look recognizeably AND added some beef to it. Well done XD
I distinctly remember a childhood friend accusing me of saying I liked x-mens beast just because I was all over B&B when it first came out, I mean that was probably my first major fanboy spastic thing back then, and oddly enough I only discovered x-mens beast a few months right after.
Anyways, thanks for the kind remarks, I always love hearin' from ya.
Anyways, thanks for the kind remarks, I always love hearin' from ya.
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