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Post by oвlινισи ✧ on Jan 22, 2019 16:34:31 GMT -5
Yeah our powerpoint notes are hella long too but my teachers let us bring devices I don't like bringing my laptop outta my house unless I absolutely have to tho so I just bring my mom's iPad lol
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Post by ℊℓоω on Jan 22, 2019 18:03:36 GMT -5
»Brasmid Redfowle ;; Selyria
His harsh demeanor softened slightly when Amberle strode into entrance hall. It was as if there was a limited amount of intensity to share among the room, and Bras and his sister took turns claiming it. Even in a quiet night at the palace she was wearing extravagant, elegant robes. Her hair was wet, he guessed not because she had been outside, but because she had just bathed. Her attendants shuffled around her like frightened hens.
"That's no way to talk about your sister, Bras," she chided. "I just had a lovely warm bath as I was waiting for your arrival." She commanded the room as well as any queen, despite her station as a mere lady. Brasmid sensed a tension from the palace staff, as if they were unsure whether the king and his sister were fighting or teasing.
"They let street wenches bath in the palace now? My, what have things come to in my absence?" Brasmid was smiling now, and he crossed the floor to give his younger sister a kiss on the cheek. "I've missed you too, Le."
"And yet here you are, having the nerve to mock," she scolded. She seemed legitimately annoyed, but the king knew if she were truly angry he would be sporting a few angry claw marks by now. This was simply the way the Redfowle siblings spoke to each other. Insults in the form of veiled affection. Or sometimes just insults, if Aila was involved. Thankfully the youngest of the four was likely sulking in her own quarters. She wasn't one for warm welcomes. Amberle, on the other hand, was always in the middle of things. Not, he knew, because she was interested in what people were doing or saying, but because she liked attention.
Amberle began to comb through her dark hair with her fingers. "You wound me, Bras." Her viper's gaze shifted to his steward, who stood in the wings looking a bit pale. "Remes would never." The portly man froze, unsure whether he was expected to respond. In a rare moment of kindness, the king intervened, grabbing his sister by the arm and guiding her in the direction of the private dining area.
"Leave him alone. You're like a cat toying with a mouse before she bites its head off," said the king, just loud enough that he knew the entire staff heard him. As soon as they had vacated the entrance, the palace came to life as the kitchen staff ran to prepare a meal and the attendants went to put away their towels and blankets. The serving staff appeared before a pair of large arched doors. They lead the king and the lady inside to be seated at a small table, where wine, bread, cheese, and imported fruit were all waiting for them.
Bras pulled out a chair for Amberle, then sat himself at the head of the table.
"I brought you something," he said, fishing in his trouser pockets a moment before pulling out a small object. He set it down on the table with a metallic clink. It was a metal seal in the shape of a setting sun over fields of grain. "A seal from the armor of a Vellevyn general. Think of it as your own little war prize. I know you have a sick fascination with the morbid. There might even be a bit of blood on it." He took a sip of wine. Then he added, "Hopefully soon we'll be able to make our own wine with the lands we win on the continent." Brasmid himself was clearly unharmed from the battle. He walked with the same assured step as ever, and there were no signs of flesh wounds on his face or neck.
»Ysara Balleirak ;; Brisingar
Ysara could feel the king's gaze boring holes into her back as she and the prince left the courtyard arm in arm. He might have been friendly to her on the surface, but she knew he was not fond of her relationship with his son. He was unaware of the extent of their affection, or perhaps he wasn't. Marcellus was a dangerous mystery. Perhaps he knew everything. Perhaps he was informed the moment Thierry and Ysara had kissed three years ago in the gardens. Perhaps he was alerted each time Thierry took a detour to her estate on the way back from hunting or riding. Perhaps there was someone whispering in his ear right now.
"Wouldn't want you to get frostbite," said Thierry. She smiled at him with her eyes. In another, if much smaller act of rebellion, Ysara rested her head against his shoulder. They were out of the view of the king now. No one could judge them except the people who bustled around the castle, and they were too low in rank to do anything about it. Besides, it just as easily could have been a simple moment between friends.
"I've missed you," she breathed softly. It was a silly thing to say, for they saw each other nearly every day. They'd spent most of the morning having breakfast together and then she had stood in the courtyard as he sparred. Nevertheless, the sentiment was true. That's the problem about relationships which are on unsure footing, loneliness can creep in at any time. The thought of parting was enough to make her lonely, even as she pressed her cheek against his arm. They were on borrowed time, this much they had known from the moment they shared that first longing gaze.
Her mood was melancholy. As much as anything it was the weather. Summer had been too short, and now winter thundered over the mountains and dusted them with snow.
"I haven't been able to get warm for days," she confessed, changing the subject with a bright interjection. "Fires might as well be candles and baths lose their warmth in minutes. I think perhaps I should move to Traevine and camp out at the mouth of a volcano," she laughed breezily.
»Vespyr Lindon ;; Vellevyn
"Prepare to anchor!" the loud call broke Vespyr's reverie. She looked up, squinting into the sun. Their ship was gliding along the docks of a familiar Vellevyn port. It was not home, not quite, but it wasn't far of a stretch. The stone buildings her quaint, with vines growing up the roofs with southern exposure. Some of the walls were old, with stones missing and entire corners long since fallen away. Vendors stood with their hands shielding their eyes. Soon the sun would fall behind the mountains to the east, and a cool air would blow in from the sea. Like clockwork. She breathed in a long breath, filling her lungs with the scent of saltwater, scorched grass, and dried flowers. The sun. It felt different in Vellevyn than it did in Calea. Not harsh and glaring. Instead it was warm enough to reach her soul, and yet she could feel the approaching winter on the surface of her skin.
Her blue gaze peeled down the side of the ship, landing on a figure who leaned over the bow. Her features softened. Inside her chest, her heart clenched. This feeling of home was nearly complete for her, but she knew an essential piece was missing for Daissa. She crossed the deck, then stood beside her wife, following her gaze into the foaming waves. She was silent for a long moment. Her arm forearm lightly brush up against Daissa's.
The captain was pacing down the length of the deck, barking out orders. He was headed in the women's direction when saw they were talking, and turned on his heels. He's a good man, thought Ves. A scoundrel, but a good man.
"Are you thinking about him?" she asked eventually. Her voice was tender. She didn't expect anything Daissa wasn't willing to give. The wound was still raw, and she expected it would be for a long time. She couldn't imagine what it would feel like to lose a brother, simply because she never had one of her own. She'd experienced the loss of a parent, but knew from watching Daissa that it was a different kind of pain. Her father had lived to see the world. Iwan had been young. Young enough to be a stranger many of life's roads and avenues. He'd never married or held his firstborn child or sailed to Calea and back in rough waters. He had been robbed of those things. So Daiss's grief was not just for the memories she shared with the little brother, but in knowing there would be no more to look back fondly upon. Her grief was an unselfish one. Where Ves had been afraid to navigate the world without an experienced elder to guide the way, Daissa was afraid to reenter a world without the hope of her brother's youth.
Vespyr tucked a lock of hair tenderly behind Daissa's ear. "The vendors will be so pleased that we brought fruit. It's been weeks since there was a shipment this rich in spoils." She tried to remain cheerful. "Perhaps we can spend the night here before returning home tomorrow. It's been a long journey, and it would be nice to stay in an inn for a change. It feels like a good way to spend our surplus from last month." She was referring to the time their captain scammed a Calean merchant into paying double for a shipment because it was the 'end of the season'. They'd laughed about it for days, mimicking the merchant's stupidity whenever they dealt with money, which was often. That had all been before the news of Iwan came.
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Post by oвlινισи ✧ on Jan 22, 2019 18:12:01 GMT -5
we stan all of them
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Jan 22, 2019 19:24:18 GMT -5
»Jackseye ;; Vellevyn
“The road goes ever on and on, Down from the door where it began. Now far ahead the road has gone, And I must follow, if I can.”
The warm, gentle singing was punctuated by the soft thudding of a horse’s hooves on the trodden soil path that, when it began, had wound through the woods and over many different hills and plains, but now found itself joining several different paths that converged into one great road. It was that road that Jackseye was currently following, steering his steed onto the hard-packed earth with gentle pressure from his legs. Jackseye turned his green-blue eyes to the road ahead, narrowing them slightly against the harsh burn of the setting sun’s rays. He could see the port in the distance, could taste the sea-salt water dancing on the air. The sound of the ocean’s keening birds was beginning to reach him, cutting through the relative silence he’d been surrounded by for the past several days, if not weeks. He was a traveler; he went where the wind blew him.
His horse tossed his head, snorting, ears swiveling around to lay down halfway. Jackseye leaned forward and gave the black stallion a gentle pat on the shoulder, cooing softly. The horse was as mean as they came; get too closer, and he’d bite your face off, but he’d always been fond of Jackseye and gentle with his master. The two shared a special bond. Stranger would accept no other rider, no other master, and that was just fine with Jackseye. He gave Stranger one more pat, running his fingers through the horse’s black mane, before he sat back in the saddle again, continuing with his song.
“Pursuing it with eager feet, Until it joins some larger way, Where many paths and errands meet, And whither then? I cannot say.”
As they continued down the road, the port’s buildings came in to view, growing larger and closer and closer with each step Stranger made as he moved down the trodden dirt path. The path was changing as well, with old cobblestones beginning to encroach on the old earth. Jackseye was settled in the saddle, one hand resting on his thigh, with the other loosely holding on to Stranger’s reins. As they entered the port town, the road became more and more crowded; dock-workers strode by, shouting different orders to each other as they carted massive crates and other various goods from the ships that were anchored near-by to the line of people and merchants that stood at the end of the docks, awaiting their goods or news of their loved ones who had embarked on some oceanic journey. Several people moved out of Stranger’s way, giving the animal a wide birth when they noticed the maddened look in the horse’s dark eyes. Jackseye continued to hum and sing his travel song.
“Roads go ever, ever on Over rock and under tree By caves where never sun has shone, By streams that never find the sea.
Over snow by winter sown And through the merry flowers of June, Over grass and over stone, And under mountains in the moon.”
Finally, the pair reached what was clearly a tavern, if the line of travelers entering its door was any indication. Jackseye pulled Stranger to a stop and slipped out of the saddle, barely noticing the protest of muscles that hadn’t been used in several hours. He looped the reins over the horse’s head and continued the rest of the path on foot.
“Roads go ever, ever on Under cloud and under star Yet feet that wandering have gone Turn at last to home afar.
Eyes that fire and sword have seen And horror in the halls of stone Look at last on meadows green And trees and hills they long have known.”
There was a stable behind the tavern; it wasn’t large, but there was clearly room for Stranger. Jackseye led his horse into a stall, waving a stable-boy away when the black stallion snorted and pinned his ears. He took the time to unsaddle his horse and brush the animal’s coat, before he offered him fresh water and quite a bit of hay the stable-boy had left nearby. With his horse settled, Jackseye turned back towards the tavern; he could hear the sound of numerous people laughing and talking even through the vine-covered stone walls.
“The road goes ever on and on, Out from the door where it began, Now far ahead the road has gone, Let others follow it who can.
Let them a journey new begin, But I at last, with weary feet Will turned towards the lighted inn, My evening rest and sleep to meet.”
His little walking song ended as he swung open the door; the smell of sweat and ale slapped him across the face, causing him to grimace slightly. It was followed rather swiftly by the soft, rustic smell of some sort of stew and the burning fire. Jackseye picked his way towards an open table, flashing the inn-keep a winning smile as she came to greet him. She flushed and blushed, but took Jackseye’s order regardless and wandered away to complete it. Moments later, she returned with a mug of ale, a bowl of stew that smelled far too good than Jackseye would’ve guessed, and a hunk of fresh bread. He thanked her profusely, paid for his meal and for a room that night, and turned his attention to his meal. He'd been on the road for weeks, traveling from Lupin Valley. Work had brought him far north, and now it was a search of work that had brought him to this little port-town. As a sell-sword, he was hoping to find some decent job, especially with the rumors of war on the horizon. Surely some pompous noble would want a body-guard in the coming days. Who knew? Time would tell.
*The song sung by Jackseye was
written by and belongs to JRR Tolkien.
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Post by oвlινισи ✧ on Jan 22, 2019 19:48:00 GMT -5
Amberle RedfowleSelyria
“They let street wenches bath in the palace now?” The nerve of that scoundrel. Amberle could have slapped him right then and there, which would have panicked the palace staff even more. Their uncertain and tense expressions were gradually heightening. They truly did not know if this was a teasing game or an actual, heated argument. It was quite amusing. All of it was. The servants’ reactions as well as the Redfowle way of talking to each other. Well, mostly regarding Brasmid and Amberle. This was exactly how the two of them interacted, from childhood to adulthood. They would always tease each other like this until their last breaths. Affectionate bickering until the day they died. Bras had the audacity to give her a sweet smile now, pressing a kiss to her cheek as if that would cause her to surrender. Please. Amberle would never surrender.
A bit of fun was occurring, Amberle giving a cunning smile to Remes, but she was yanked away before she could get an answer from the boy. The Lady was appalled at Brasmid’s mannerisms, scoffing up at him and sending him a frustrated look. “The nerve of you, brother. I was merely having a bit of fun.” She pouted but did smirk, glancing back at the staff that was now running around in wary haste. “And just so you know,” Amberle added, cocking an eyebrow at him as they arrived at the well-stocked table, “It’s better to be a cat than a mouse.” The brunette purred up at her brother, tapping his nose before gracefully slipping into the chair when he pulled it out for her. Amberle hummed with please at the sight of wine, picking up her glass, although Brasmid’s words made her pause.
Curious desire gleamed across her face, the woman’s eyes flickering down to the small metal object. She furrowed her eyebrows in wonder before her brother explained what it was. A Vellevyn general’s seal. How interesting. Amberle could not hide the smile of delighted approval that spread across her lips. She set the glass down, her fingers plucking up the object instead. “My, my.” She murmured, admiring it and merely snickering at Brasmid’s little teasing remarks. “Enemy defeat is a beauty.” She purred, looking quite pleased at the thought of Vellevyn gradually falling to its knees. Cracking a side grin, she glanced back to Brasmid when he continued. “Hopefully soon we'll be able to make our own wine with the lands we win on the continent.”
“Yes.” Amberle hummed, letting her fingers brush over the metal. “And maybe that boy will finally come home to where he belongs.” The topic of Brasmid’s bastard came out of the blue, yet she was quite serious. Although she didn’t seem to give a damn about anyone else, Amberle’s devotion to family did spread past the four of them. See, her older brother Brasmid has been around the block, if you get my drift. He had bastard children, all that had Redfowle blood. That makes them family, even if they are considered illegitimate. Amberle had only ever met one of his children. A twelve-year old son named Scout. She met the boy many years ago and she took on the auntie mantle with pride and willingness. “Why don’t you just pluck him out of that house and bring him here? His mother will get over it.” She sneered with the roll of her eyes.
“I want my nephew here with us. He deserves to live like this. A Redfowle deserves nothing less.”
Amberle pointed out, narrowing her cat-like gaze at the man. “And speaking of our family,” She looked especially peeved at her current thoughts, her dark optics glancing briefly around the dining room, “If only we had other siblings to accompany us for a meal.” There was clear sarcasm in her voice and she intentionally spoke loudly, the woman letting out a scoff before grabbing her glass of wine and taking a needed sip. “Our gloomy sister is upstairs somewhere or another, while our brother prefers to spend his time in the company of books.” Amberle grumbled, letting the wine swirl around in the glass. Aila was off in her quarters while Leon, the scholarly Redfowle, was most likely still held up at the capital’s grand library. He spent most of his days there, and nights as well.
Why couldn’t they have been like us? She inquired irritatingly to herself. She adored her siblings, but their individual hobbies baffled her. “I would love for our family to be together in one room for once. Is that really too much to ask, Bras?” Amberle retorted. “I don’t think it is.”
Thierry DreyfordBrisingar
The tension before was an everyday occurrence now.
“I’ve missed you.”
It was the first thing to be said once they were out of earshot of the king. However, the courtier’s mindset about Marcellus was not too far-fetched. Informants were all across the city, the kingdom, and even past their borders. One would be a fool to believe that Marcel was in the dark. He was not. He was very aware of many, many things, if not everything. Even if Thierry could not see them, he knew eyes were watching them like starving vultures. He knew they had been watched since the first-time romantic feelings were expressed years ago. Thierry was aware, too. He just didn’t let it deter him from spending precious time with his lover. Borrowed time. That was the best descriptor for their romance, as disapproved as it was. Growing up, Thierry had never been one to disobey his father or show a rebellious nature.
That was before the prince began to see Ysara as more than just a friend.
The man cracked a slight smile at her words, and her familiar laugh made his heart feel like a cloud. A calm, unbothered cloud. Thierry was not the most social person and wasn’t one to smile all that often. The softer, warmer side of the prince was only seen by Ysara. Only she knew who he truly was. Maybe she knew him more than he knew himself. Maybe. “If you’re lucky, maybe it would erupt.” The stoic prince could tell jokes, too. Light, teasing remarks like that were only heard by Ysara as well. There was an amused glint in his dark green eyes, and that little smile seemed to widen more when he looked down at her. A fondness lingered on his commonly serious and unfazed guise. He cared about the woman deeply, and always had.
Never had anyone gotten this close to him. Yet, he liked it. He liked how Ysara made him feel. Her presence, her laugh, her soul. If anyone wanted a masterpiece in life, they’d never receive it.
It belonged to Thierry, and it was in the shape of her.
He supposed a walk outside was the last thing she desired at the moment. She didn’t want to be cold. She wanted warmth. Thierry slowed his pace of walking, glancing at the nearby stairs. “There is more than one way to get warm.” Thierry spoke in a low murmur, perhaps suggestiveness in his tone. He glanced down at the blonde, gazing over her with adoration and care. “What did you have in mind?” He added slowly, biting the inside of his cheek as if avoiding a smile.
Daissa HaalbornVellevyn
Though she was the older sibling, Daissa never thought she would outlive her brother. He had always been the more spirited and heartfelt one, having more energy than her. That had to count for something regarding life expectancy. She always believed he would be the one to harbor a huge family, and she wished he would never know true hardships. Iwan’s youth was pure and never tainted by sin or judgement. He had been a kind boy who grew into an even kinder man, and he put others before himself. Always. Even during his last few living years as a soldier, he firmly held onto himself and never changed. Daissa occasionally ran into him in the marketplace or along the road, seeing him all dressed in his gear. He smiled every time he saw her and instantly poured out the events of his day or week or however long it had been since they last spoke. And Daissa remembered the last time they did.
It would forever live in her mind, whether it was a blessing or a curse.
A cloudless, beautiful day, it had been. ”I want to have a bunch of kids one day.” Iwan had released that contagious laugh, running fingers through his messy locks. “I want to teach them how to dream and show them that the world isn’t so bad, you know?” He said that with so much conviction, like he truly believed the world could be better and was better. Daissa remembered smiling warmly at him and nodding, even if she didn’t completely agree with his views on the world. He was always an optimist, much more than she ever was or ever would be. She remembered that conversation and that day so well. She remembered saying goodbye and continuing the walk home to Vespyr.
Daissa didn’t know that would be the last time she ever saw her brother alive.
“Are you thinking about him?”
The voice didn’t startle her. Daissa knew her wife was standing beside her, even if the troubled woman was seeming zoned out. She was aware of Vespyr’s presence, her jaw going firm as she indulged her with a slow nod. Daissa shivered when the other woman tucked strands of hair behind her ear, and she finally looked her way. Clearing her throat as quietly as she could muster, she offered her beloved and soothing wife a smile, although anyone could see that it was forced. Anyone could see it from miles away. There was a hollowness in her expression if one were to look closely enough. Or if they knew her well enough, and Vespyr did. She knew her better than anyone. Well, along with Iwan, but he was no longer with them. Only his memory was left.
“Pax will lose his head over it.” Daissa commented with a gentle smirk. Pax was one of said vendors who was a real nut job, but he meant well. He always lost his shit whenever their merchant brigade brought back riches like these. The fruits from Calea were going to be the stars of the show, for sure. The suggestion of the inn made her pause, her eyes straying off to the buildings awaiting their arrival. “I suppose a night here would be lovely.” Daissa agreed with Vespyr’s hopeful offer, nodding in affirmation. “Anything to get off this ship for a little while.” She murmured playfully, studying her wife thoughtfully for a few moments. Smiling slightly, she pressed an affectionate kiss to her cheek before taking Vespyr’s arm and beginning to lead her off the ship and onto the pier.
Maybe they could find some well-needed distractions to take her mind off what was haunting her.
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Post by desdemona on Jan 22, 2019 19:55:24 GMT -5
i can reply today but i need to do some homework first rest in pieces ]]
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Jan 22, 2019 20:12:28 GMT -5
[ I made myself some meatball korma for dinner and it's the best ]
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Post by desdemona on Jan 22, 2019 20:37:01 GMT -5
does anyone have discord ?? ]]
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Post by desdemona on Jan 22, 2019 20:45:06 GMT -5
you should tell the head of the department, cause thats messed up since you have to Pay for it. i would talk to a higher up, he shouldnt make you print that ]]
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Jan 22, 2019 20:50:53 GMT -5
[ I have discord, yea ]
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Post by desdemona on Jan 22, 2019 20:56:50 GMT -5
if any of yall want, mine is sachamet#7598 ]]
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Post by oвlινισи ✧ on Jan 22, 2019 21:03:18 GMT -5
I don’t have discord didn't really know what it was until recently but like I could get one lmao xD
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Post by desdemona on Jan 22, 2019 21:11:34 GMT -5
we could All have one.... and chat there ]]
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Jan 22, 2019 21:20:11 GMT -5
[ I have my own server if we want to use that one ]
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Post by oвlινισи ✧ on Jan 22, 2019 21:24:56 GMT -5
Oooh I vote Cloudy’s server
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Post by desdemona on Jan 22, 2019 21:33:02 GMT -5
whos in it tho is it just for this i mean its easy to make a new one so shrug add meeeeeeeeeeeeeee ]]
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Jan 22, 2019 21:50:29 GMT -5
[ No, other people are part of it, but they don't use it ]
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Post by oвlινισи ✧ on Jan 22, 2019 21:55:46 GMT -5
Hell yeah
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Post by desdemona on Jan 22, 2019 21:56:23 GMT -5
but we can make a new one, its easy here, this one is brand new discord.gg/vemBpY ]]
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Jan 22, 2019 21:57:47 GMT -5
[ yea but mine has a music bot ]
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Post by oвlινισи ✧ on Jan 22, 2019 21:58:44 GMT -5
oh shit cloudy flexin’
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Post by desdemona on Jan 22, 2019 21:59:10 GMT -5
mines empty and i can put bots in it ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ]]
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Post by desdemona on Jan 22, 2019 22:03:12 GMT -5
i have added pancake. ]]
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Jan 22, 2019 22:08:14 GMT -5
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