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No+t fo+r that kind o+f fo+o+d.

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acquamo replied to your post: where the fuck’s rec now

excuse you, i’m here lurking.

I DARE DISTURB YO TIME OF PEACE.

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Hello, stranger.

I see you’ve found my porn blog first. My name is Gehenna.

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1ce mor tumblr prves hw much of alil bitch this site is bc ykno i nvr woulda known u fllwd me if it wsnt 4 th fact u rbd tht cat pic bc once again shitty site rant over hi im elle

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The night had come for Aradia to finally meet Rec. They had been idly conversing over the past few nights and needless to say Aradia was beyond excited. She got to meet new people every night of her life, but not usually someone from other timelines. And someone who was actually excited to hang out with her and do one of her favorite past times. Usually lowbloods would stay their distance from her, like her own Eridan; the poor dude was afraid of the power she held whilst Rec was not. Rec had never grown up being low on the totem pole; this was a perfect chance for Aradia to learn new things about her new friend and get out of the palace. She had already booked his arrival and was awaiting Rec at where he would pop out of space into her timeline. Well, on the transportalizer at least.

The room Rec would appear in was vast and dedicated just to transportalizers. The room was all about the details between the paintings and the decorations. Maroon was obviously a favorite color and a large portrait of the Imperial Demoness hung within plain sight on the wall across the transportalizers. Guards lingered everywhere and a few stationed inbetween some of the ‘pads in order to maintain the peace and check paperwork. The heiress herself resided in front of the further most one where she rocked a little on her feet in anticipation. She was dressed in a manner which was drawing looks. Capri pants, a tight tank top, and boots. A large belt with small bags on it and a sack on her back as well. Rope hung at her hip and honestly she did not look anything as one of her caste should. No crown graced her forehead either. Instead she wore a smile, with her lamb-like ears perked forwards. One of her hands idly scrolled through her tumblr as she glanced up every now and again.

Time was of the essence and he was about to be late.

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#ftf;#closed;#acquamo