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   “Ah, Superintendent Chalmers, welcome! I hope you’re prepared for an unforgettable luncheon!”

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hells-enforcer replied to your post:    Benny would absolutely rock a sports bra that...

Why is no one working on this yet?

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   Benny would absolutely rock a sports bra that says Waifu once she figures out what it means.

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“I don’t suppose you’re looking to make some quick cash tonight?” Aleera asked, holding up the kettle to wordlessly offer Benny a coffee. “Nothing too serious, I just need someone to take some warning shots at a guy – suspect isn’t talking, so I figured he might open up a bit if he thinks his old boss’s flipped on him. All in the interest of justice, if that’s in any way relevant to mention.”

   “Far be it me to wave away easy money, but you gotta do one better than that.” However, Benny did wave away the coffee; she got way too wired unless she drank the specific blend she liked. Weird kettle-caffeine was not to be trusted. “I’m hopin’ there’s a plan past that. I’m not some kinda MK-Ultra spook sniper, y’know? Attempted assault is still assault.” Still, she wasn’t running away. “Explain exactly what you want done, and y’can get rid of the justice angle.”

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  “No, I’ve never, quote unquote, fought a dragon. Jimminy Cricket. Like, y’know the Knights were just…knights, right? Dudes with swords who dealt with ladies in puddles, occasionally, but mostly, like, kept roads safe and drank crappy honey booze. There aren’t a lotta wyrms in La Mort d’Arty.”

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  “It’s good t’see you too, I promise, but like, I just spent all of the last week dealing with someone’s goddamn thought-form gone rampant. And that means getting into their head, figuring out what makes this dumb thing tick, and then acting quote unquote in character to beat them properly. And it was fuckin’ Slenderman. Goddamn Eight Pages can eat my ass.” Benny finished her drink in one go, signaled for another. Clearly, this case – could you call it a case in security work? – had ridden her ragged. “And there’s no defined way to beat the stupid thing so eventually I had to show the kid proof that it was fake, and when that didn’t work, I just did it messy. If there’s no weakness, you make a weakness, and you make it stick.”

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   would it be A Lot to ask for people to write me starters so i can get back into the swing of things here? ovo

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`Probably going to remake because I’m an indecisive p.o.s.!!!

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“Well, aren’t you bold~” the woman would pet the other’s head as she sat there. Rei was the furthest thing from a teacher, but damn could she pull off the look.

   It had been an honest mistake; new heels meant a new center of gravity. Combining that with the darkness of the club meant that, especially when Lacey was assigned to wait tables and not tend bar, it was completely reasonable for her to slip! Catching a facefull of bosom wasn’t exactly intended, so when she pulled back, her face was beet-red with embarrassment. “I’m so sorry! Are you okay? I’m -- I didn’t mean to, I promise, let me, let me comp you a drink.”

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The archer couldn’t help the dirty grin that appeared on her lips as she tugged Tracy closer at her words, the music of the club made it hard to hear the knight but being this close helped. A hand slid down to cup the other blonde’s ass and gave it a squeeze, pressing a sensual kiss to the corner of her lips as she continued to grin. “You are making it difficult to want to behave.” She whispered, tugging Tracy closer so she could fully plant a seductive kiss to her lips, holding their hips flushed together. “I can hardly keep my hands off you already with you wearing that dress, god damn.”

  The squeal that slipped from Tracy as her partner gave a delightful little butt-grab might’ve been easier to notice, had they not been so close. She was a knight, dammit, she wasn’t supposed to squeal, but by that same token, she wasn’t supposed to tease handsome little archers about possible blowjobs. Eager to press back against Artemis, Tracy licked her lips as they broke their smooch, a capricious excitement in her eyes. “I don’t know why you bother with behavin’, Art,” she murmured back, nipping at her lip, “when you could help me give ‘em a show.”

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tonight’s mood, like every other night before, is titties

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[faethverity]

These are not owls.

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are you sure

[karnythia]

When you’re switching forms and get confused….the drunk witch chronicles.

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bewitched forest 

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Mmmm... is it just me, or has one Velia Durand become a bit softer in her appearance? It's like her natural allure has started shining through.

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   The aforementioned godling, as it so happened, did not seem altogether pleased by the recognition. Lying did not suit her, however. “I would advise against growing accustomed to it. My capacity for spellwork naturally wanes in the winter;” thanks, Demeter, “-as such, I focus on the important things, rather than sating my own personal neuroses. Glamours are the first decadence to be culled.”

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   “Gonna level with you, I’m not feeling the holy warrior thing at the moment, so there’s no zealous inqusition comin’ your way, but I want you to know that this is nasty and I’m not into it.”

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let us hope this new year will be as good as bernice “benny” “doright” ravenwater cobbler is