Normalize crediting bases you use. Anime bases or otherwise!
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idk what’s going on i just logged on but i saw something about sending a star so 🌠 :’) hi baby how’re u
hi pretty audrey (‘: miss u i hope u are good
u remind me of baby pinks, homemade meals where the smell lingers through the house, freshly baked cookies that are still warm, painting each other’s nails & the peachy color in the sky as the sun sets
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itto and sampo would be friends but would not have a single intelligent conversation between the two of them + sampo would love beetle fighting
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eivor breaks laws but in a very sexy way
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thinkin about childhood friends AU again eheheheh
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“No, no. He’s got a point. Short girls are fine.”
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Knightish is your bestie. That makes us friends now. No going back.
-nods sagely- aaahhh. it is so. UvU
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i dont know how but somehow you are in some way responsible for this entire situation. thank u
For once in my life I was a driving force in a narrative and I have no idea how. But anyways I will be observing this from the sidelines!
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After closing (and cleaning) up, Caleb and Anders walked hand-in-hand down the sidewalk. They were headed to a nearby cafe, where Anders wanted to treat Caleb to a latte because he distracted him the half-hour before closing.
"So," Caleb broke the silence. "You want to tell me when you started crushing on lil ol' me~?" So Felix was demiromantic, or maybe greyromantic... and here Caleb Mr. Hopeless Romantic! He still didn't know how or why Anders got a crush on him, but he wanted to see if he could find out at least~
Speaking of which, the man holding Caleb's hand's face lit up in blush again. "It's... it's not that much to tell..." He cleared his throat. Looked elsewhere. "Remember... when I was in the hospital? We... texted each other a lot..."
"Of course I do...~" How could Caleb forget? He was worried sick and relieved and a whole mess of emotion. He squeezed Anders' hand gently. "We learned a lot about each other that way..~"
"Yes.." Anders met Caleb's eyes again. "I think.. that was when.. I truly fell in love with you.."
Caleb almost felt like pouting, saying something like "Well I fell in love with you the second you knocked on my door!" but now was not the time. Anders was being genuine. Caleb leaned his head against the other's shoulder. He was just happy that Anders loved him even when he saw him at his worst, covered in barf and almost naked... "Hmmm...~"
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And if I say the art of forgiveness is chu wanning coded ? Then what?
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concept: eivor headbutts your muse but its ✨affectionate✨
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casually makes fritz a bassoon player (i know nothing about the bassoon)
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i want cleo to meet a cassie cage they would get along so well
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[ CHALLENGE ]: in a motion designed to challenge the receiver’s authority, sender pins receiver against the wall. ( @ stelle )
Pinned Against A Wall Prompts | Accepting!
The lass offered this little exercise as a way to test how compatible their fighting styles were. Or more, she wanted to learn how to adapt to others so she was able to go into battles with those she knew more often and not have to rely on the same two or three folks. But now... Stelle wasn't sure if it was the best idea. She knew she was a tad stronger than.. one would expect, sure. She knew this, and had purposefully made sure to not carelessly throw punches like she typically would in a real fight. Maybe Sampo some how knew she had been doing so, and thought she hadn't been taking him seriously? Thought him not a worthy fighter? She's very much at a loss as to why but.... that's the only reasons her rattled brain can come up with.
Why was it rattled, one might ask? Oh, perhaps it was the fact that the man had charged at her, which she only had a few moments to brace for. To top it off, Stelle had been much closer to the outskirts of their make-shift training arena than she thought, the dash along with the lack of reaction time on her end meant that Sampo had slammed her into the wall. All air had been knocked out of her lungs, a painful grunt escaping parted lips. The lass was sure she would have collapsed to the ground had Sampo not kept her pressed against the hard surface. Not in a painful way, thankfully, but with enough pressure that it was a tad uncomfortable.
It took several deep, agonized breaths before she could even lift her head up, sweat covered gray hairs sticking to her brows as she did her best to glare at her sparring partner.
" What.... the hell.... was..... that.. for..?! "
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pathetic wet catthing neo. ft bald yuzu
so true !
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