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No coy queerplatonic here, just good ol' shapes and colors. I love to be diverse and nuanced, but this is not particularly that. Advancing of the agenda, if you will. 22,099 / 24
Hearts for Gala. Hearts for Gala! Always, hearts for Gala.
It's bitter like the bottom of a keg, gone off, off, off.
Some days, it seems like the only hobby anyone has is thinking about family drama that's already long gone by.
Minoth hates to have to apologize, but it's all he can think to do. If Mythra agreed, he would know it by now.
half a life never appealed to me
Mythra wonders - is it enough to be beautiful?
A kiss for luck and we're on our way... Not so simple as.
Today, this fine Wednesday, I worried endlessly about dates and the impossible task of preserving the human mind. But everything is alright, after all.
How bold they are! But of course Godcleaver and Stoutheart should be nothing but.
A cat is a cat - how about that?
So, of course, the address by "dear Hugo" to "dear Addam" is a hot, distant euphoria.
Three possibilities, each equally likely and equally embarrassing.
Gala and Bart share some tender moments while camping.
It's not compulsory heterosexuality. It's something much stupider than that.
To a flower, the soil is only full of nutrients. Not the corpses beneath.
The feeling of drowning, alone, is quite familiar to Rex.
If I say something stupid it is always Alana's fault. Exclusively. And I am giving her big kiss.
There was a tremendous vulnerability in accepting strength and resolution.
No ether lines, no ears, no wings! Just two honest hands, and then another two more.
He is a puzzle to be studied, and a bundle of knots to be taken apart and cut back together.
In my humble estimation.
In my humble estimation.
Nah, I'm only kidding. You can have anything you like.
"He said it was hell, living here."
"What, in Torna?"
"What, in Torna?"
Not obsolete just yet, are you? Rather, your story's only just begun.
Reyn is just like Gadolt.
No he's not.
No he's not.