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I love you yellow pokemon adventures
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My persona, I guess
Hey hey hey! What have you got on clearance?
the padawan distribution system works in a mysterious way
There was only one extra seat in the cockpit, but Sifo-Dyas didn't reach it, collapsing against the wall in a heap of scorched robes.
"Don't you dare die now," Dooku said, jumping up from his seat. Of course, Sifo-Dyas couldn't just go; he had to wrap a simple murder in a mystical riddle and then leave Dooku to puzzle over it.
But no, the unexpected Padawan wasn't dying, the Count realized after examining him. It had simply been a fainting spell from Force exhaustion and a couple of shots too close, scorching the fabric and skin beneath, but nothing serious.
His gaze fell on the Padawan's braid. Dooku had been there when it was cut off; he'd lost his own that same day. Sifo-Dyas's braid had been much longer than this one back then, hanging from his Master's hand, weighed down by nearly a decade of training. And each year of this training could be read like rings on a tree, if you knew how.
Hotter than my boyfriend's ass
“If you want me to finish this sign on time, you have to let me work.” Even as Wille said it, he made no actual efforts to get back to drawing. The pencil remained limp in his hand as he moved more into Simon’s space.
Simon moved his hands upwards, reveling in just the feel of Wille under him, his stomach, his chest. He knew exactly where each and every freckle was, every mole, imagining the map of Wille’s body in his mind. “I am letting you work. Your hands are still free.”
“No, you’re distracting me. That’s the opposite of letting me work.”
“I can’t help it,” Simon whispered, his breath fanning over Wille’s ear. “You’re just so hot when you’re doing something you actually care about.”
Or: Now that Wille has stepped down, Simon can finally take Wille with him to protests. The first one? A march against climate change.
It has an interesting side-effect. For @bigalockwood
Read here (T, 6k words, one-shot)
My dear , dearest Lia. Happy birthday! As you well know (or maybe you forgot), you share a birthday with the king of the Netherlands. So what better way to celebrate that than by watching an ex-king-to-be do very non-princely things, like protesting? We talked about this idea months ago, so truly, all credits to you, and even as I started writing it (now over a year ago), I knew this would at some point be a gift to you. Thank you for always inspiring me, always cheering me on, for letting me vent when I need to and being a shoulder to lean on. This past year has been one of the best of my life, filled with incredible memories, most of which are, in one way or another, because of you. Ily, and I hope you enjoy this silly little gift 💜💜 I'll always have the time of my life fighting dragons with you.
this fic is killing me!!! if you see a grief/mourning tag, you obviously have to get it, right, but no one warns how painful it will be...
...Deltarune Today?
Could this human, Kris, survive the Shibuya Reaper's Game?
No, they die during Shiki's Week
No, they die during Joshua's Week
No, they die during Beat's Week
No, they die during
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No, they die during
Yes, they survive!