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Honestly, this chapter makes me want to go back to my old story on Fimfiction and put myself into this since it would both work and make things really weird for everyone. Just for more chaosy fun.
'fine'
'In'
'resolve'
This sentence is like time travel - it's two tense. I suppose it could be Discord being Discord, but barring that, either this needs to be 'they get' or the first part needs to be 'how a salamander can make its tail'.
26th July 2013
09:36 GMT -7
I spot Discord immediately, huddling as he is up against the cavern wall. He's about a third of his 'complete' size, and looks decidedly nervous to see me.
"Oh, it's… You."
Hm. The Castle is fully functional, but it's more inhabited by historians and cleaning...
26th July 2013
09:36 GMT -7
I spot Discord immediately, huddling as he is up against the cavern wall. He's about a third of his 'complete' size, and looks decidedly nervous to see me.
"Oh, it's… You."
Hm. The Castle is fully functional, but it's more inhabited by historians and cleaning...
Yeah, C'mon Choom. Your very good bestest Choom here needs those midnight serenades, followed by husky acoustic-version lyric practice whispered while maintaining deep soul-gazing eye contact - to show your sincere love (for music), hands held as you share a single armchair, hugged close on your...
Chapter Nine: Magic! Lessons
The clamshell lay still: offensively inert.
I stared at it, lying in the dead grass like it was mocking me. It was a pretty shell, threaded with streaks of blue with the faintest rainbow hue. A single, circular sigil was lightly scraped into it with an old iron...
Everything works fine on Spacebattle. I'm using Wi-Fi, 350 MBit/s speed, on a Poco X3 NFC.
Everything was working fine for me, but QQ had an update, and afterwards the buttons stopped being clickable. And the ones that do click open the website instead of just the widget.
Thanks to some idle curiosity and wishing to make accessing threadmarked information easier, we now have a new threadmark category titled "Appendix." Similarly to the preexisting index and extras categories, we're not going to be strict about how threads utilize the appendix threadmarks, it's...
I am... not fond of some of the stuff FGO did with Odysseus, but I have a lot of issues with FGO in general. But yes, there were a couple of references to give him away in there. The Trojan Horse is a big one, obviously, but also calling himself Nobody to the cyclops, disguising himself as a...
iphone 15 pro.
I don't post much on SB so not sure, but I have been consistently having to wait for their “cloudflare verifying you are a human” shit the last few months and it’s getting annoying
Adam paced in his office. He considered everything from every angle, every permutation. He looked through all the intel they had on Jaune Arc. He hummed as he beheld his holo plot. He scratched his chin.
"Run simulation 224," he ordered the projector. The device complied, and holographic...
and it’s not like Daxamites aren’t morally inferior to Nazis, even if Angelika was a diehard to the party and not a partly indoctrinated experiment. Hell, Cara and her husband would have straight up brainwashed their son and mounted the head of his friend on a pike to display on an alien museum...