“My dear…my heart aches—no it burns for you…I’d love to wear matching rings.”
He says, placing a hand on his chest—his heart pounding in his chest from how happy he was
Even the most transphobic of bigots concede that puberty blockers for the Eastern Rosellas kid would be a good idea to maintain his beautiful castrato singing voice.
GAod I love my friendsroace culture is your close friends knowing and completely accepting you. Making jokes of "that's you" to any character that has no romantic interests, and overall moving in the direction of prioritizing friendships
fUlesh with pleasure.Jndress me and afflict my
Aaw full of jagged canines. Consume me. With your maw. Take away these ugly things. This body that demeans.
Ire soon to be corpses usually so sultry?
H sweat uncontrollably.
Lead of Anubis. Kneeling.
eaning over my bed.
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