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Black.
And what if i told u i dont think walburga was ever phhsically abusive, what then
she would NEVER raise her wand against her children but she would threaten to no walburga relied on her tongue and words
has anyone ever told you how much you look like your mother, Sirius?
Sirius: So I’ve been told.
fic request dos; ray shows up dressed as parco folgore and turns everyone into mini parco folgores
“ray….” aija whispers in horror. “don’t do this to me.”
“try me,” ray, in her colourful parco folgore costume, says and poses like joh travolta in saturday night fever.
it is striking, indeed, in all the wrong ways. aija wants to cry. everyone wans to cry. there is no escape.
aija looks down. still fine. she looks up. ray’s face isn’t ray’s anymore. it’s parco folgore.
aija looks down again. her pants are not hers anymore. they’re white and glorious and parco folgore’s.
the music begins.
aija sweats; ray beckons.
there is no escape.
she too has become a parco folgore.
fic request: ray comes in and fucks everything up one way or another, pineapple porn is present
there is a legend.
it is a strangte legend about a woman that once wrote pineapple porn between two, you guessed it, pineapples. (though one of them is more human than the other. and noticeably taller. a yaoi pineapple is what that one’s called.)
once upon a blue moon this woman appears, and destroyes everything in her wake. for she is powerful. for she is a writer with a horrific mind for fruit porn.
her name is ray.
and she fucks shit up.
for she is the one True Hentai in the life that belongs to aija. and god be damned, she will not relinquish this place.
pineapples are ready to launch.
one.
two.
three.
"oya oya,” a pineapple murmurs, and everything goes shit.