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Welcome Theron, a ‘modern man in Thedas’ with an impossible magic bag (or bag of magic, depending on how you look at it) and an intense need to push the limit of what and who he can fuck with while still allowing ‘the game’ to run its course.-
2.9 K • Jul 22, '23
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3.9 K • Jul 22, '23
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1.6 K • Jul 22, '23
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I just knew in the way that I knew many things, an intuition passed from my mother and mother’s mother, that he’d always had enough of people talking at him. Desperate for his affection. So was I. But my love was born in silence.
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It was a piss green peridot with two inlaid cubic zirconia attached to a size 7 band. I wear a size 9, but it might fit my pinky. Since I pulled it off a finger buried under twelve inches of Paco Taco scraps, I had no illusions that the glimmering gems were real. No killer worth his salt would leave anything valuable on a stiff. It may have been cheap, but it sure cleaned up nice.
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If I could just catch a peek. Her evening run was more than just exercise, it was her meager attempt to get a good look at the Autobots. It frustrated her to no end that she was allowed to view classified images and even modify the mangled look-a-likes that the trucks brought back from fight zones, but she wasn’t allowed to see the real deal.
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MC abducted by accident works to endear himself to a hybrid race while trying to learn their language and keep from becoming a meal. The hybrid he was abducted with requests his presence but is denied because he is still unmated. So he begs his mated brother to buy him instead.
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That would take care of itself with time. It wasn’t the first time that Roman had to fall from something to nothing. But for the last few weeks, he’d watched this man come in for a drink. Roman had blown it off at first, because it was a tavern. A lot of men came in for a drink. But most drank so much that they quickly became boisterous and for Roman, that was old news. If anything, it made the quiet ice clinks of the man’s glass as he drank more notable. More worthy.That would take care of itself with time. It wasn’t the first time that Roman had to fall from something to nothing. But for the last few weeks, he’d watched this man come in for a drink. Roman had blown it off at first, because it was a tavern. A lot of men came in for a drink. But most drank so much that they quickly became boisterous and for Roman, that was old news. If anything, it made the quiet ice clinks of the man’s glass as he drank more notable. More worthy.-
2.7 K • Jul 18, '23
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