#tiier

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tiier: wHAT IF HE HAD LIL LEGS

me: wh a t?

tiier: *HIGH PITCHED* WHAT IF BEAST HAD LIL LEGS

me: THEN HOW IS HE SO TALL????

tiier: mAYBE HE JUST HAS A REALLY LONG ABDOMEN?????

me: *NO WORDS*

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I'm writing you fanfiction and you better fricking love me I swear. I can't believe you got me into this and I made this dumb blog iT IS LITERALLY ALL YOUR FAULT.

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reaches out from behind a tree to touch the butt

      Deft movements, well attuned & accustomed to the creature's         advances make to swing the ax. Instead of striking edelwood         however, they would hazardously miss the advancing hands                                                                                  of the Beast. 

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"It’s like a warm, wet hug."

         Features contorted, drawn into that of disgust and discomfort.            Woodsman’s gaze was cut sideways toward the window with             which the Beast threatened to begin emerging from. A typical             evening, the same routinely ‘spar’.  Wood was furiously tossed             into the pit for his fire and prodded aggressively before turning             to face the monster. 

                                              ❝ —— must you always intrude upon the                                                           privacy of my home? Go back to                                                           your forest, Beast, and leave me                                                           be. I want nothing of your                                                                                     … affections. ❞

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me: ssssshhhhhhh shhhh

tiier: *whispers* jason funderberker

me: *WHEEZES*

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Oh beans. Lost in the woods behind his own school. Maybe he shouldn't have sneaked off during gym class. But then again, he couldn't just let Jason Funderberker hop off all on his own, now could he? No, he was a responsible frog owner and he will stand by that title!

A sudden sound- the crack of a twig, perhaps- distracted him from his thoughts for long enough to call out: "Hello? Jason Funderberker? Is that you? Helloooooo?"

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my skype status: it's edelwood, i'M YELLING TIMBEERRRRRRRRRR

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dumb beast mun made me make this blog and i'm not even done

siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh