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Popper is Kurtulmak

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Reduced Shovel crawling up someone’s ass right before the spell wears off so she can explode out of the victim like they’re a birthday cake.

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REDUCED SHOVEL BEING ABLE TO GO INTO SMALL BURROWS BECAUSE SHE APPARENTLY CAN’T DO THAT NORMALLY.

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Cast reduce on Shovel so you can keep her in your pocket. If you’re in danger you can throw her at their face instead of pocket sand.

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Does shovel prefer more of the hairy type?

“Shovel prefers a dead type.”

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Myshka is worked up. HIs hair on end, claws skidding on the ornate flooring as he pelts to hide behind her. An angry imp is following close, screeching at him, intent on making him its dinner. (Faerunsfavoritefeline)

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Sitting next to her luxurious bed, nestled comfortably in a corner of the boudoir with zero view of the main bed, Shovel was busy putting various shaped body parts into a large bucket with holes the same shapes as those body parts. She had just finished dropping a heart through a more kidney shaped hole, cackling as she broke the rules of the game, when Myshka appeared like a bat out of hell. Shovel tried to resume her important task, given to her by Haarlep earlier after begging for a chance to murderize, and would have happily let the cat continue running around crazy when she noticed one of those gross impies trying to mess with him. With a small growl, she threw a stone filled kidney at the imp before blocking it’s path towards Myshka with her own impish body. Normally, Shovel wasn’t allowed to play with Imps without Haarlep approval, but she didn’t think ‘Bussy would mind too much in this case. ”IT’S FISTING TIIIIME!!!!”

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”MY EYES!!!” Screeched Shovel, her fingers scratching at the rough flesh around her two black orbs as if she were contemplating ripping them out from the sight before her. It was horrendous, whatever it was, and far too fleshy for her liking.

“BALD!!!!”

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29 Drafts 26 asks

4 Drafts on Shovel

I'm CATCHING UP I SWEAR Some of these things are a month out and I am sorry

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*covers Shovel in blood*

Shovel cackles in glee, her hands slapping together as she dances under the thick red rain. This was the nicest thing anyone had ever done for the quasit, so much so she nearly teared up at how thoughtful Astarion was being. Instead, she spreads her arms out wide like she's flying and opens her mouth to taste the sweet droplets like snowflakes on her tongue.

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[COVERED IN BLOOD] haha. Maybe i will get promoted

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It's a huge shame I missed her because he would have LOVED a pet that talks shit back

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does anybody wanna frolic with me. does anyone wanna fucking dilly dally with me

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Shovel lays like this

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Tee hee~

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Anonymously send me something your muse is secretly thinking about mine.