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Don't worry y'all, it's safe to vote for Casey in the @tmnt-multiverse-election, she's on her redemption arc-
#I promise I am actively working on a proper piece of her in her suit#It should be posted here soon enough#in the meantime#here's a lil' post to tide y'all over#rottmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rottmnt cassandra jones#check yourself before you wreck yourself#cybywy#multiverse propaganda 2024#tmnt multiverse election 2024#2024 tmnt multiverse debate
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The fervency Trapper jumps up with!! The concern and alarm in his voice! YES these men only appear on screen together in meaningful ways maybe five times over the course of three seasons, YES I think they're in love, in this essay I will—
#i am paging parker with my brain i am paging ace where are you trapcahy brothers have i lost you to the tides (tjmd etc)#anyway no one should be surprised that i am borderline rabidly feral over a catholic priest and ex-catholic-with-religious-trauma ship#no matter how difficult i am making it on myself by picking the rarest of rare ships#father francis mulcahy#francis mulcahy#father mulcahy#trapper john mcintyre#trapcahy#m*a*s*h#mashposting#mashblogging#s3e9#alcoholics unanimous
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Welcome to Runey Season, a casual, forum-based RP group dedicated to all seven games in the Rune Factory series! We're looking for a fun, chill time with no pressures regarding activity -- and whether you're looking for a sillier or a more serious RP experience, we've got room for both!
Interested? Have any questions? Want to know who's available? Or how we operate? Check out our:
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And, of course, if you want to take a look at how things are set up, check out the FORUM itself!
If you're interested in the community aspect of roleplaying, we also have an (entirely optional) Discord as well for chatting with other members -- about the games, about writing, about just about anything, really! (Members-only, so no link.) But it's entirely optional; no need to join if you're just interested in writing!
Whether you're looking for something fun or something serious, a place to write or a place to interact with other Rune Factory fans... We hope we can offer you whatever you're looking for!
We hope to see you with us in the Kingdom of Norad!
#rune factory#rune factory 4#rune factory 3#rune factory 5#rune factory roleplay#rune factory 2#rune factory a fantasy harvest moon#rune factory frontier#rune factory tides of destiny#postings#i hope everyone appreciates this btw when i said i wanted to draw it the discord was like You should. Use this as a promo.#so i am using it as a promo. admin did this entirely on his mouse at work over the past 3 weeks#'where's frey's crown' i did not want to draw it.
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really enjoy how they gave kotori's new version some noticeable belly meat
#it doesn't make up for taking away her glasses (joke tho they really should kept them >:( )#but yeah it makes sense considering how much of a nerd she is#very good to see chubby rep it's very rare you only get CG's kanako to tide you over really#blue archive#silver rants
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as an apology for not posting today, please accept this humble snippet💗
#making good progress on this script today so it should definitely be out next week!#hopefully this tides you over until then💗#thank you guys so much for your patience!! i love u all🫂#the end is here
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The first training session was spent at a tense impasse. First, after spending a good portion of it arguing over who deserved the room more—Chay, who has had the same reservation for nearly two years now, or Kim, who’s name is in the books—they fought over the music.
“I can’t practice like this!” Chay complained, resisting Kim’s classical music playlist. He had no appreciation for the fast-paced Etudes d'Execution Transcendante, nor the ominous swell and sharp crescendo of Faust’s Symphony.
“I’m sorry I don’t have anything that’s a simple sixty BPM for you to follow,” Kim snapped back, near to wrestling Chay for control of the room’s sound system. They haven’t come to contact yet, but Kim could feel it coming; they agreed to share the space for the next eight weeks, until Kim’s performance or his return to his own studio, whichever came first. Kim wasn’t entirely sure they would come out of the situation unscathed.
Especially if Chay kept going behind his back to change his damn music.
“Stop it!”
Chey grinned where he was tipped over his phone, having connected with bluetooth, somehow overriding Kim’s AUX cord. Pounding pop music vibrated out of the speakers, disrupting the careful flow of Kim’s routine halfway through. He dropped his arabesque and rested in fifth position naturally, arms raised to strangle the other man.
“If you don’t like it, leave,” Chay said sweetly. “It’s my room, remember?”
Before Kim could take a step forward, Chay tossed his phone onto a pile of mats and fell into his own ready position. A loose-limbed ap seogi, one foot forward and his weight on his back heel, arms held in front of his hips with loose-curled fists.
Only a training dummy standing between them kept Kim from taking his own offensive action.
His lip curled as he watched Chay take two steps to the side, no doubt lining the mannequin up with his own silhouette, before landing a sound kick to the center of the chest.
#cookie writes#kimchay#here's a snippet from the next chapter#to tide you all over#i swear most of it is written!#im just struggling with their dynamic#how long they should hate each other before slowly becoming friends
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#bonus poll bc all disabled people wont be going into the competition bc i feel like theyd sweep too hard#but i feel like they should still get to slam someone#and reclaim their status as kickasses#YES elon musk was submitted to this#tournament poll#to tide you over until im done bracketing#bonus poll
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i'll start this with the caveat that my watching of campaign 3 is very tangential, largely through just seeing live blogs/tweets, gifsets, clips, etc. because i want to finish vox machina before jumping fully into bells hells. but i've still consumed a lot of it, especially post-laudna coming back (including full episdoes). and i just find it really interesting that the thing that seems to frustrate a lot of people about this campaign is exactly why i love it so much. i love that the bells are terrified and isolated from each other and so distrusting and that they feel like side characters being forced to save the world. i think it's a really nice change of pace after vox machina and mighty nein, two groups that mostly worked so cohesively and (especially with vm) were so clearly the main characters who were made to save the world. i love how much the bells have to scramble and how much they have to lose. also i just kinda fundamentally disagree that we haven't gotten enough time with the characters outside of Big Plot Things. firstly, a lot of those plot things are important for the characters and do inform a lot about them. but also, the entire first arc is pretty similar to c2 in that it's just them fucking around and getting to know each other. and there have been so many episodes and extended scenes since which have been so focused on the characters as opposed to the plot. i think it just doesn't feel that way because the bells are way worse at properly opening up to and trusting each other, which means they tend to go in circles.
iit's fine to not like campaign 3, this is just me talking about why i do like it, but i do think it's genuinely very dumb the amount of people i see who treat the players like they're stupid. watch some fucking 4 sided dive because they aren't making these frustrating choices accidentally. if i have to see one more person imply (or even outright state) that the players are just playing badly without any awareness that what they're doing will have consequences, i'll scream. don't think i've forgotten how you all treated laura like she was stupid during that big otohan fight or taliesin like he was ruining the whole game and their friendship with the shard.
#critical role#bells hells#i feel like this is barely coherent#and once again i am aware that i am not dedicatedly watching bells hells yet#but even from a remove i love this group so much and am so fascinated with the trajectory of this campaign#also as much as a lot of people seem frustrated by it i think the tides will turn pretty quickly once it's over#and people are able to look at the whole thing#bc that's exactly what happened with c2#also pls don't like. argue with me over this. don't try to convince me that i should actually not like c3 or the bells#i will probably just block you
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I should admit that once I setteled down and got a stable Internet connection (what was preventing me posting regularly), I got so deeply into the yakuza/rgg franchise I forgot to update this blog even once in the meantime...
It's been 7 months...I'm so sorry.
The news of a switch successor makes me think we likely aren't getting xenoblade x on this current Nintendo console, but I'll never give up the delusional fight! If not this console, hopefully the next! Thank you all for sticking by and clowning along for the ride!
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what’s ur newest fic abt??
I'm still figuring out the best way to summarise/describe this fic to people because this one is A Journey, so can I interest you in a sneak peek instead? I've been calling it my solangelo starcrossed lovers AU, but the actual starcrossed lovers part isn't relevant until halfway through the fic lmao whoops Obligatory disclaimer that this is a work in progress and is subject to change in the final version <3
Going to the underworld was a bad idea.
Will knew it was a bad idea, but he found himself in Central Park with a ukulele strapped to his back anyway.
What other choice did he have? His sister was dead, and his healing could do nothing for someone whose thread the Fates had cut. It was bad enough that Lee and Michael had died during the Titan War; he couldn’t accept losing Gracie too.
If bargaining with Hades himself was what it took to get her back, then so be it. He was not losing another sibling.
Will spent the better part of an hour searching Central Park for the entrance before he eventually stumbled upon a pile of boulders just north of the pond. They didn’t look like much even to his demigod eyes, but a dark sense of foreboding emanated from them and he knew this was what he was looking for.
The Doors of Orpheus.
The closest entrance into the underworld, and the inspiration behind his plan to save his sister.
Finding this made what he was about to do feel more real, but he had come too far to turn back now. This entire plan hinged on his ability to keep moving forward and to never look back.
Will removed the ukulele from his back, and began softly strumming one of his mother’s songs. They always brought him comfort, and he needed that comfort now more than ever. His voice was unsteady due to his nerves, but he poured his grief into the performance, hitting each note with passion and fervour until he was interrupted by a loud groan.
The ground shook as the boulders shifted, and slowly a triangular crevice revealed itself. The gap was just wide enough for a person to squeeze through, and he was hit with the smell of mildew, decay, and dust. When Will peeked inside, he couldn’t see a thing.
It was dark and creepy, but down those long winding steps was the god who could return his sister to him, and so he took a deep breath, slung the ukulele across his back, and pushed into the gap.
Will had barely made it down ten steps when the rocks began to groan again, and the doors shut behind him.
He was officially past the point of no return. There was no changing his mind now. Whatever happened, happened.
“Well, here goes nothing,” he muttered to himself.
With the doors closed, there was no more sunlight to light the way, and Will was plunged into pitch black darkness. He had always been frustrated at how useless some of his powers could be, but he was grateful for one in particular at that moment.
Will took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. His skin began to emit a gentle glow, and it lit enough of the passageway that he could see where he was stepping. With one hand on the cold damp wall, and the other gripping the strap of his ukulele, he made his way down the stairs.
This was where he was going to lead Gracie on the way out, and where he assumed Orpheus tried to lead Eurydice. Now that he was making the journey himself, he could understand why Orpheus had been so paranoid.
Even with his glow, it was impossibly dark down here, and sometimes he swore he could see something move in the shadows. The soundscape of New York City was silenced, and the tunnel was filled with nothing but his own breathing and heartbeat. At one point, he thought he heard footsteps further down and almost slipped down the stairs in his surprise, but he swallowed his fear and pressed on.
Gracie needed him to be brave and focused. No matter what he saw or heard, he was going to do what Orpheus failed to do and lead her out of here without looking back. All he had to do was convince Hades to let him try (something he suspected was easier said than done).
The staircase seemed to go on forever, but eventually, the darkness began to brighten. Will switched off his glow to conserve his energy once he was certain he could see without it, and soon he reached his destination at the bottom.
The underworld.
It was everything he thought it would be and worse.
The staircase opened up onto a beach of black volcanic sand. The roar of the River Styx was loud in his ears as it cascaded down the rocks and winded its way through Erebos. Far above him hung a ceiling of stalactites, no sky or clouds in sight, and the lack of natural sunlight was making him feel oddly lethargic. The smell of sulphur was so strong it made his eyes water.
Will surveyed his surroundings until he saw it: off in the distance, camped out along the horizon, was Hades’ palace. Its obsidian walls were tall and imposing, and dread settled into his stomach at the mere sight.
He was going to march through those bronze gates and demand an audience with Hades, arguably the most intimidating god in the pantheon.
Gods, he hoped Hades wasn’t in a smiting mood.
Will took a deep breath to steel himself, and stepped forward, sneakers crunching on the sand as he walked.
“Going somewhere?”
Will was not proud of the string of expletives that left his lips at the sudden voice. He whipped around in shock, and only then noticed that someone was leaning back against the cliff wall next to the stairs.
His first thought was that this was a god, but he was fairly certain Hades was not in the habit of appearing like a sixteen year old boy in a My Chemical Romance t-shirt, and he had no other ideas on which god this could be.
His second thought was that this was a demigod, but that didn’t make any sense either. Nobody went to the underworld unless they had no other choice. Not to mention, as head medic, it was Will’s responsibility to know everyone at Camp Half-Blood and he liked to think he would have remembered a face like that.
The boy looked to be about his age, give or take, with messy black hair that tumbled down to his shoulders. His face was angular with a hooked nose, a sharp jaw, and sharper cheekbones, and his mesmerising eyes were so dark they looked almost black. It would not be difficult to get lost in eyes like those.
What really caught Will’s eye, however, was the third degree burn scars on his right arm. Patches of harsh red and scorched black skin dotted his arm all the way from the back of his hand up to his elbow. He knew just from looking at him that the injury had to be years old and long past the point his healing would have any real effect, but still, the healer in him wanted to take a closer look to see just how deep that burn went.
The scarring proved this couldn’t be a god - no god would choose to appear with anything less than perfect skin - so this had to be a demigod.
But what was a demigod doing down here?
Regardless, Will knew better than to snark at someone who may or may not be a god, so he stood up straight, held his head high, and defaulted to deference. “I’m here for an audience with Lord Hades.”
The boy raised an eyebrow and looked him over, his gaze fixing on Will’s ukulele. “If your plan is to sing a song so pretty it convinces him to let you bring a loved one back to life, you might as well give up now because it’s not going to work.”
The immediate dismissal hit him like a punch to the gut. “You don’t know that,” Will shot back defensively.
“I think I do, actually.”
“Why?”
“Well, for a start, it didn’t work out for Orpheus, so I don’t know why you would think it would work for you. Secondly… he hates the ukulele.”
Will’s face burned in embarrassment, and he gripped the strap self-consciously. “But… it’s my Dad’s.”
“And who’s your Dad?”
“Apollo?”
The boy snorted. “Even worse. He hates Apollo. You don’t stand a chance.”
When Will went spelunking through the Big House attic in search of an instrument (one he could smuggle out of camp without his siblings noticing it was missing anyway) and he happened upon a ukulele that his father had blessed, he had taken it as divine endorsement of his plan. Apollo himself approved of Will’s mission to rescue his daughter, and directed him to one of the few instruments Will knew how to play. In a world dictated by prophecies and fate, there was no such thing as coincidence.
Now that a random teenager who spoke like he knew Hades personally was telling him that he was doomed to fail, his confidence was shaken. He already knew this was a longshot. He already knew that this was going to be one of the most difficult things he had to do. What did it say about his chances that a kid from Hades’ court thought it was impossible?
…But giving up meant dooming Gracie to an untimely death, and he just couldn’t do that.
“I guess we’ll find out,” Will said stubbornly. “Now if you’ll excuse me….” He spun on his heel, and continued on his way towards Hades’ palace.
Will half-expected the boy to follow him, but he heard no footsteps behind him, and breathed a sigh of relief.
He thought he had escaped him and his judgement until the boy popped out from behind a fallen stalactite and fell into step beside him.
Wait. How did he get in front of him?
Will looked back over his shoulder at the cliff face - a distance too far to walk that quickly - and back at the boy who merely raised a brow at him as if Will was the weird one for being so confused.
Did he teleport?
“You know, you’re not the first person since Orpheus to try this stunt,” the boy said as if whatever just happened didn’t happen, “and every single person before you failed. They weren’t even allowed to try. What makes you so special that you think he’s going to let you?”
That’s the problem: Will didn’t think he was special, and there was nothing about his situation that felt particularly unique or worthy of Hades’ consideration either. He was here because he loved his sister, and he had to try something to bring her back, no matter how impossible it seemed.
This guy and his pessimism, however, was beginning to piss him off and he had no desire to explain himself to him. Instead, he rounded on him and blurted out, “I’m sorry, who are you?”
“Nico,” he said, as if that explained anything, “and you are?”
Will straightened. “Will Solace. Head medic at Camp Half-Blood.” He watched Nico’s face for any sign that he knew what that was, but his expression remained carefully neutral. “And I’m going to ask Lord Hades to release one of his souls into my care whether you think that’s a good idea or not.”
“I don’t, for the record.”
“Yeah, you made that clear.” Will rolled his eyes and continued walking.
Nico casually strolled beside him. “As head medic, you should know better than anyone that the dead should stay dead. Lord Hades doesn’t appreciate people who try to argue otherwise. If you don’t want to end up dead with them, I suggest you head back now.”
“Thanks for the warning, but I’m well aware of the risks. I know what I’m doing.”
Will could feel Nico’s eyes watching him, but he kept his gaze fixed on the palace. “...If you don’t leave, I’ll be forced to make you.”
“Oh yeah?” Will scoffed. “And how are you going to do that?”
Without warning, Nico grabbed the front of Will’s shirt and shoved him.
The move was so unexpected that Will stumbled backwards with a yelp. There was another fallen stalactite behind him, and his back should have hit it. Instead, all the light around them was snuffed out and they were plunged into freezing cold.
Thousands of whispering voices screamed in his ear. The wind whirred past him so fast it pushed at his face like he had gone down the drop on a rollercoaster. The world around them was completely black, and he could see nothing but Nico’s serene face in front of him, feel nothing but his bony fingers gripping tightly onto the fabric of his shirt.
It only lasted a moment, and Will soon fell flat onto his back with an audible “OOF!”
Disoriented, he blinked up at the cloudy sky. Green grass tickled at his bare forearms.
Will sat up on his elbows and realised he was back outside in Central Park. Nico stood in the Doors of Orpheus, looking down at him with faint amusement. “If you value your life at all, you won’t come back.”
Nico thumped the inner wall of the passageway, and the rocks rolled back into place, shutting Will out and his hopes of rescuing Gracie with him.
#my fic#starcrossed au#<- tee hee#I should clarify that this fic does have a happy ending#because the starcrossed lovers trope is often associated with tragedy but that's not what I've done here#I mean I do put them through the wringer but they're okay eventually#I haven't written the part where they're okay yet but it's fine don't worry about it <3#anyway I still have a lot to do so it will still be a couple weeks before the full version sees the light of day#but hopefully this scene will tide you over until then <3
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I love watching failed cuts videos, so thought I'd post some of my own!
My training partner and I are getting back into tameshigiri after a long time away, and aiming for one session every week or every other week to keep up for practice. My kesagiri has gotten pretty consistent in terms of success rate, so I'm working on kiriage now.
Cutting is lots of fun and lots of failures XDD
#(my training partner has much more entertaining reactions to his failed cuts. i'm pretty inexpressive outwardly)#(but don't want to share his stuff without permission etc)#(there was a yokogiri attempt where we both ended up on the floor laughing but unfortunately we weren't filming at that point)#it's getting harder and harder to source tatami these days tho :/#i don't remember it being such an issue in 2017/2018#shipping costs are insaneeee#but we have a good number of mats for now which should tide us over for a few months#(also these mats are a different type from what we're used to so. we're having to adjust how we prepare them)#(you can see on the first target especially how it's wobbling around; it shouldn't; we rolled it too loosely and it's not sitting snugly#on the pin; and it moving around makes it much harder to cut XD)#withoutwords
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Wait what the fuck do you mean tales of graces f remaster was announced???? WHERES XILLIA???? I JUST FUCKING REPLAYED GRACES RECENTLY CUZ THE XILLIA REMASTER LEAKS MADE ME WANT TO PLAY SOME OF THE SERIES AGAIN SO I PICKED GRACES FIRST. GODDAMNIT!!!!!!
#im still gonna buy it and then play it like a couple years later lol#i guess it makes sense. i did say graces should probably come before xillia anyway#i guess that can tide me over until xillia remaster at least#but you all promise youll play the graces remaster too right???? for me??? its a very worth it game i prommy guys 🥺🥺🥺🥺#personal
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mannnnnn going into the bbc narnia tag (such as it is) makes me really kind of sad like. the number of people (okay, it's a small number because it's a small tag) who are either complaining about or making fun of the special effects or acting or who are essentially apologising for liking it because of these things
what's wrong with you! it's a low-budget bbc children's show from the late 80s, it was never meant to have "money" or "convincing special effects"! i bet you think doctor who should have a budget (derogatory)!
"that lion was so fake" do you think the audience is expected to believe that the puppet lion and the people in beaver suits and the 2d-animated pegasus are real? this is about CREATIVITY it's about HEART it's about SINCERITY and BAD ACCENTS. that is the source of the magic! that's the point! do you go to a stage play and point out that the set is made of wood?
#cicely speaks#just makes me sad because for me that series is magical in an entirely different way from the films#the first narnia film (we do not speak of the other two) swept me away on a tide of movie magic but bbc narnia SPOKE to me as a kid#it makes me bubble over with excitement for the whole concept. it makes me feel like a participant!#also obviously there are bits that are just bad and that is where you employ the time-honoured tradition of Finding Them Funny#if anything we should be GRATEFUL for maugrim's terrible fursuit#and the bits where the soundtrack drops out and abandons the white witch's monologues to the realm of Absolute Camp (affectionate)
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music i associate with wkm scenarios
is damien and celine coded
is very actor mark coded
is really good for the detective AND the colonel
very big mark/house vibes
it’s mark singing, y/n on piano, benji is horns and abe is drums don’t even @ me
#this should tide you over for a minute#wkm#who killed markiplier#music#songs that remind me of them#more is coming i promise you#Spotify
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idk if this would be helpful to you but how about. you pick your fave 5 letters. then make up a thesis statement/question/thing that stars with each of thise 5 letters. and then make a poll and have people vote on it? not the same as getting assigned something specific but it might give you direction. in case you dont have any favourite letters here are my 10 top 10 if you want more examples 1. j 2. e 3. o 4. g 5. d 6. b 7. i 8. l 9. z 10. u
if this isnt totally your thing and youre not interest u dont have to reply i just thought maybe u need a nudge like this :-)
augh this is brilliant thank you my friend ill give this a spin :-) those are very good letters indeed!! thank you for your help, getting peer reviewed should be very useful, so ill think about those statements now!
#ive had a pretty good idea since before i started at university and i could've been getting paid for it all this time if i wasn't busy doing#the érettségi before the application deadline so i never pursued it because also the more i thought about it the more pointless it seemed#but i just said to my mum 'the romans brought christianity to the british isles' and she said 'huh?' and then she said that i dont have to#write a phd right now and i can just compare the texts im thinking about and that'll be plenty i dont have to do the history of them#and that does seem more doable. and i can bring india into it and also the shakers. and that should tide me over#but i hate my own writing so much i cant make myself not sound capricious in my essays and i get hung up on technicalities all the time#and then inevitably do stupid wordplay and get all coy with it. i just need to be genuine about it and write about this thing and that's it#and i need to email boldizsár. sorry boldizsár i have all sorts of things i hope you're not tired of me#but also i have tons of ideas but when i start to think whether they could work the answer is always no#ill try to write a thesis proposal in the next few days and see where that gets me and if i can write it (1200 words) i can probably write#a thesis. and then ill have committed and i wont be in 153563 minds about this and i can close all my tabs in my browser and ill know joy#once again#asks#thank you so much for this ask this is such a good technique!!!#ref
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#to me its like. Feathercloud. even though hes not but he is you see because i love him#but theoretically it should/could be Spottedleaf cause this is HER story. yknow. shes more than the quiet mom thats there#and cherryfur bcus. bcus its Cherryfur(tm)#yknow alder i almost wonder if we should break up Cherry's one-shot and start posting those every few weeks or something#to tide over the fans or smthn#oh my god there is inj fact around 160-165 pages of it#<-its crazy that ripened cherries started as like. a little 'oh a fic on cherry's sexuality how fun!' and then it became. that#you really went 'yes but Cherry is the main character you see'#a ref no one will get: she's really the Holly May to our Inky Mystery#lolling thoughts#bt polls#cherryfur#feathercloud#spottedleaf#firefamily#firesiblings#fireheart#firestar
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