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I finally did your reading after a while, sorry for the delay

So for your question ‘what can I learn from a past life’ I decided a single card draw would be a good way to go.

I drew The World. Your past life completes you, and you can find contentment within your soul, knowing that it has been strong before and it will be strong now. You are not alone, for you yourself have lived many lives and will live more. Your voice will not be lost, for you are part of something greater. What you can learn from a past life is how to be secure in yourself. Realize that you are never broken, you are whole, no matter how bad things get.

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I got the phone case from queen-schadenfreude’s redbubble account!! c:

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That hilariously awkwardly amazing moment when the author to your favorite Fallout fanfiction actually follows you.

Aaaaa if anyone needs me I'm gonna be over... there... somewhere... hiding under my rock eyup. Omfg she's such an amazing writer and my English is still so poor aaaa no I must hide. *nervously shy skitters away*

#OOC #coffeeminx #*isn't worthy nope nope nooope*

coffeeminx replied to your post: i just typo’d “fanfiction” as “fanfucktion”

#notatypo ;)

oooh baby ;D /waggles eyebrows

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I really wanted to illustrate a scene from 'What Happens in Freeside', so this is for coffeeminx. You're awesome! And I can't wait to read the next chapter <3

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Aww Yeah Silly Aliens for Coffeeminx

Technically you could call this fanfiction since it's a fanfic for 's original new romance she's working on ^ ^ I am silly The Krokgarian and his slave belong to me and that Krokgarian TOTALLY SHARES MY VIEW ON WHAT HAPPENED WTF YOU DON'T STAB SEXY MUSCULAR MAN SLAVES, BALLAJ WTF Happy birthday

"WHOA WHOA WHOA WHAT THE DWANG?! ARE YOU FRELLING FOR REAL?!"

The entire room went silent (save for the slave that had just been stabbed in his shoulder, who understandably was still very much upset about that) and Ballaj looked up in confusion, frowning that his stellar introduction to the world of knife-play had been so rudely interrupted by one of his guests' outbursts! "Who said that?!" "I did you frelling slooshbrucker!" the voice said and Ballaj growled to himself and found that he was not the least bit surprised to find that it was a Krokgarian that was ruining everything. They were a bi-pedal race and had only just started allowing their people to explore and live on other planets with other races. Their body build was similar to the Tellurians' though their arms and legs appeared to be far thinner and longer. Their necks were also longer by a few inches than a Tellurian's and far less rigid, giving them an ability to bend it at odd angles to give their wide eyes a better chance to look at something. Their hair was similar to the feathers on the heads of the animal called a "Cockatoo" on Telluria and could in fact go down and up depending on mood. They were known to be rather...expressive during their dealings with other races and people and had a penchant for craving and collecting things that they considered "pretty"; something that was obvious from the Krokgarian's outlandishly bright colored clothes and numerous amounts of jewelry adorning his arms and hanging from his neck, his three fingers glittering with the five rings that adorned each one. "You don't STAB pretty things! You're supposed to PLAY with pretty things! Stabbing ruins them! What the frell?! AND WHY IS THEIR BLOOD RED? I WAS NEVER TOLD THIS! RED ISN'T PRETTY!" "Master..." Standing behind the frowning Krokgarian was a terribly embarrassed Tellurian. Like the others the slave was stark naked; unlike most of the others he was a male, a glittering and heavily jeweled silver ring resting at the base of his flaccid penis. Around his neck hung several large and heavily jeweled necklaces and both of his nostrils had been pierced, a blue gem on the left and a green on the right. "If you don't like how we conduct business here..." Ballaj started. "I don't!" "Then kindly take your leave!" "Oh I will but FIRST..." "Master..." "ONE MINUTE I AM TEACHING THIS ONE HOW TO TREAT PRETTY THINGS! AND WE NEED TO HAVE A TALK ABOUT YOUR PEOPLE HAVING RED BLOOD LATER BUT FOR NOW..." "Master...he's holding a knife...and the others are laughing at us..." his slave warned gently, resisting the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose in annoyance at his Master's refusal to learn. The Krokgarian seemed to calm at that, pouting his lips as he thought about this. Finally he threw his arms up into the air in defeat, shaking his head. "FINE! But...but I want to buy that damaged pretty thing! He's pretty and has lots of bumps..." "Muscles, Master. They're called muscles. We've talked about this before." "Whatever...I know how to treat pretty things!" "...Master, are you trying to replace me?" "What? No, you're my number one pretty! But that one is pretty too and he got STABBED and that's NOT how pretty things get treated so..." "Can someone PLEASE tell me who invited this idiot into my club?!" Ballaj shouted, starting up the Krokgarian again to start shouting back, storming past the other slaves and owners to confront Ballaj face to face. His slave followed after him, apologizing profusely to the others in the room, shrugging his shoulders in a gesture of pure helplessness to stop the situation. "Aren't you glad I bought you and you didn't end up with someone like that?" Vonn whispered into his Slave's ear and the woman could barely hide a laugh as Ballaj and the Krokgarian continued to argue and fight in front of everyone else, suspending the man's intended lesson.

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