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[mogielnik]

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[bonefall]

I like both ideas, bc it provides an opportunity for the Dark Forest to evolve in some way; I really like the idea of Curl taking lead and trying to make the Dark Forest cats united (not for any real GOAL, but bc they're still clan cats dammit, and separated in little pockets they'll never be able to grow).

The camp one is kinda obvious- it was a place of horror, but they need a place to stay. She never came too close to the place until she realized that if she wanted to unite the cats into a group, they needed a camp. And Starclan (she hisses at the irony) knows she'll never do it on her own. She enters, and it terrifies her- before she knows it shes backing away and fleeing. Over time though, she makes it further in, stays a bit longer. She finds the dens are still pretty decent, and that her heart feels a lot lighter as she rips down and destroys the cage. She's elated to find hierloom tools in the camp eventually- some are broken, but can be fixed. She purrs as she thinks how happy Darkstripe would be to have some proper cooking tools. This was a place of fear and death, yes, but it doesn't always have to be that way, does it?

The dogs less so but hear me out. At first she is haunted by the dogs, downright terrified- the gnashing of teeth, the frenzied barks. It's not even anything she can think or dwell on; as soon as she hears the howling and barking, she's immediately running away, fleeing as far as her paws take her. She knows she'll never actually die here, but she's still so, so scared. Maybe she comes to the conclusion on her own, or maybe someone else points it out, but eventually she realizes what you mentioned. She saved her CHILD- she should be PROUD, not scared. This is her greatest moment- her death an irrelevant footnote compared to her baby's life. Idk *exactly* how it should go, but she confronts her fear, and manages to 'tame' it. She is no longer afraid, this illusion holds no power over her. Either they fade away and just stop existing without Curl's fear to feed it, maybe they turn docile and harmless, idk. No matter what though, i have a feeling that something like THAT will catch the eye of some DF cats, sorta like a Tiny to Scourge deal. "She got rid of her land mar" into "She destroyed the land mar" to "She KILLED her land mar"- even the first one has to gain her some respect frok the others, and gives her a solid footing to try and get cats together and united.

Ask was sent a while ago, and I've been looking at it since then. It's a really good pitch, and I had things to do, so I just passively chewed it for a while. Both ideas are really good; so I was trying to think of some way to get them together.

I think I've got a good thought now;

I'll make Curlfeather's Land Mar dog related.

But they're not the same dogs that actually attacked her (which, depending on how the arc goes, might ACTUALLY be apparitions from the Dark Forest which Ashfur dragged out for his schemes. Specifically they'd be Brightheart's nightmares.)

Curlfeather's Hounds are blind. They hunt completely through "smell," and they smell her fear

I can keep her Land Mar being quite unique by actually having it follow her. Instead of it being a place she's trapped in, she's haunted by random dog events which will inevitably interrupt any plans she makes.

So she's perpetually close to making the group that she wants, uniting these demons just because it's what she deserves, but she is forced to flee when her hounds find her.

The camp she ends up using doesn't have to be her OWN Land Mar; I have another cat who actually has a 1:1 camp as theirs.

Morningstar, the deposed leader of ThunderClan who refused to allow his cats to fight. His is simply his camp, on the day where Pearstar invented the Right to Challenge and killed him for his position.

Morningstar's also HATED in the Dark Forest, because of his pacifism. Thinking about it, it's actually a great parallel for what I'm planning with Curlfeather!

She has disdain for her father because she sees him as weak. Reedwhisker swearing loyalty to The Kin after being tortured was her catalyst for believing he needed to die; that RiverClan would have a sniveling, careless leader.

So if it's Morningstar she ends up developing a bond with, they can help each other.

Morningstar can make her realize that her terrifying death by the dogs is something she can be proud of. That it isn't something to fear and revile, but a sign that when she was forced to choose between love and ambition, she chose love.

And Curlfeather can see that maybe people like Morningstar, who she'd always seen as weak, have wisdom she'd never considered. Uniting these cats isn't about power or recognition; it's just about helping to make everyone's lives better.

I can even keep the "empty camp" idea. Stepping into Morningstar's gloomy Land Mar, setting a little fire just to help with the mist, and realizing it's not all that bad. There's old tools laying strewn about, the dens are all in working order. We can make a proper home here, if we let it be.

There's probably a cage there because of Ashfur, maybe it's the one that he made the demons toss Rootspring into. Maybe I'll have the demons eventually trick Curlfeather's Sighthounds into Deadfrost's Labyrinth, if Shredtail's still around. He double-died in canon but I wouldn't be too opposed to killing someone else in his stead.

She'll also have to prove herself to the other demons. Most of them are pretty wary of "leader-types" after what happened with Tigerstar. Ironically the closest thing they have to a "leader" is Darkstripe because his soups are so good. If he doesn't like your vibe, you're cut off from the "Social Circle."

I need to make some sort of pun out of Rings of Hell and Social Circle. Social Ring of Hell.

[agentlizardofowca]

The Doofenshmirtz Hierloom Theft now COMPLETE on Ao3

Premise: The entire Doofenshmirtz family has come together for a heirloom ceremony, but the heirloom has been stolen.

Heinz is being accused of the theft, but did he do it?

Join Perry as he goes undercover to recover the heirloom. Figure out who stole it, and why.

Can he figure out who did it before the night ends?

Rating: T Length: 50.000+ words status: Finished

[caffstrink]

hello! i love your design for both prince lyre and his ferret milord. the way you draw milord is very cute and i love him!!! i am proud owner of two ferrets named pizza and cinder (short for cinderblock) myself and i feel like ferrets would do lovely as royalty/nobility pets. I was wondering if the earrings prince lyre wears are special or a family hierloom of some sort?

Something like that! The prince is basically just an AU between me and my friend of our ocs, the original lyre is an angel and the star is the symbol that represents him because he's supposed to be the morning star. He wears it on his earrings, but the star in his halo is very much a real one, and its a physical manifestation of his soul.

Here's him and his twin sibling rouxinol

[princehendir]

"just because it takes place DURING Christmas doesn't make it a Christmas Film. It's not a Christmas movie if it's dark or depressing" and yet every year you make me watch Mickey & Minnie mouse recreate The Gift of The Magi

My Christmas movie experience is also quite limited because my mother has strict rules about what is allowed to "count" as a "Christmas film"

[aussieholdens]

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[albatross-lancer]

Hi! Could I ask you for help with a theft? My family hierloom was stolen and I really need help to get the sword back or my family WILL kill me for this, I just need you to help me with a single raid on some pirates. Please please please help, the Cloud Parting Wind is a very very important family treasure and my life is seriously at risk here if it gets out that I let someone take it from me.

Here is a way to more privately contact me [ONE TIME USE CONTACT LINK].

Combating piracy is part of our mission, so we are happy to assist! We will endeavor to see your family heirloom, and anything else they have stolen from you or others, returned. That also... doesn't sound like the greatest family situation, do you need help getting out? I can personally attest to the effectiveness of escaping with the Albatross for getting out such situations, though you are of course not obligated to join the order as I did.

Regardless, we've redirected your contact to the makteba nearest you, expect to hear from them shortly.

[friendlylocalwhumper]

Hey there whump-fellow! I was wondering if you might help me out a bit. I'm writing an original superhero story for Camp NaNo this year and I want the main character's superpower to come with whumpy side-effects, but I am having a hard time coming up with anything even slightly original in that regard. Do you have any suggestions or examples I might play off of? Also, I am going to ask around to a few whump blogs to cast a wider net! Any suggestions as to whom I should ask?

Telekinesis/mind reading with a side effect of migraines. Agony, sensitivity to light/noise. Days-long pain after just using their powers once, which causes the pavlovian response of an awful headache starting up just at the thought of using their powers.

Fire powers that leave burns, thick scars that hurt less and less the more the powers are used but the nerves die more and more, meaning that the whumpee loses feeling in their fingers, then hands, then arms. They will miss out on feeling gentle breezes, soft blankets, holding hands with a friend.

Ice powers that cause frostbite. They can put out a fire, stop an enemy instantly, catch someone who is falling before they die… but the pain afterward is intense, and they always have to weigh the benefits of saving lives versus potentially losing a part of their own body. Or their powers give frostbite to anyone that the ice touches!

Invincibility that lasts for as long as it’s being used, but after the battle is over, in safety, all the damage hits at once. Bruises bloom in purples and blues, cuts spring forth and leave the whumpee scrambling to apply pressure and soak up too much blood before they pass out.

Invisibility/phasing that is strategically useful because the whumpee can sneak or pass through obstacles, but it makes their body have too loose a grasp on reality and their loved ones lose memories of them. They may be able to sneak into a dangerous place and get out unharmed, but their mother or partner will now struggle to recall their name.

A superpower that was desperately wished for in an hour of need, but now every time that it’s used, something precious has to be sacrificed. For the power to be used, an hierloom has to be chosen to disappear from existence, or a limb has to be chosen to never work without pain again, or a comforting memory has to be forgotten. Eventually this would leave the whumpee tougher, less sensitive to loss, but they would also have so much less comfort to come home to. This power would work great as a “gift” from a deity, fae, supernatural creature, or a naively summoned ghost.

Villain-turned-hero who used to use their powers for evil, but now that they are fighting for good, their powers keep trying to turn on them. They used to melt guards’ weapons and locks off vaults, but now that they try to melt doors shut to keep out storms or villains, the molten metal sputters and hits their skin. Or they used to make their nemesis’ armor, tools, or on their most evil day, that nemesis’ most cherished friend disappear; but now after a long hard day of protecting people, when they come home, they find that their partner is missing. They find that their car keys are gone, their fridge, their shoes. Sometimes it is a small thing they won’t even miss, and sometimes it is something so devastating to lose that they fall to their knees and sob.

The superpower of being able to compel that the truth be given after they ask a question. Very useful for a detective, a hero in a corrupt society littered with propaganda, a spy trying to work their way up in an evil organization. But if they ask a question that someone doesn’t know the answer to, it can drive that person mad. If they ask a question someone would rather die than answer, they will give the truth but then be emotionally broken from admitting that aloud. If that person would rather kill than answer…

Any power which has no direct side effects immediately after use, but which is forbidden or horrifying for some reason. Maybe it is the power to bring the dead back to life for just long enough to answer questions, which is morally complicated. Maybe it’s the power to cause intense agony without leaving physical marks. Maybe it’s the ability to travel through time, which causes alternate universes to sprout up and can cause mass deaths, confusion, or chaos in the future. Whatever the power is, it has to be used for some reason, and hiding its use and its consequences leaves the hero afraid, unable to trust anyone, and devastatingly ashamed. This could lead to angsty confessions, betrayal, abandonment, a public execution, banishment, etc.

A very subtle, pleasant power that is embarassingly weak in a time when more power is needed. the ability to numb pain, which feels useless during war when people are bleeding out and losing friends. the ability to see the future in a time when everyone knows what the horrifying outcome will be and no one can stop it. the ability to stop time, but not to move or change what is happening, which just leaves the hero stuck to think, to rely on their own mind to try to solve a terrible problem while seeing everyone frozen in a moment of pain or fear.

I’m not sure about other whump blogs you could ask, but anyone who sees this post is totally welcome to add ideas! The side effects of the superpower don’t have to be direct or ironic, so any random idea could be perfect for the story! No idea is bad!

[mossy-covered-bones]

The reaper keeps playing my instruments and using my easels whenever hes here and idk why

Ive been attempting a legacy challenge in the sims and my first gen just hit elder—their wife is older than her, and ive had ti plead for her wife’s life twice now. Like it worked both times but idk if the reaper will let the same sim plead successfully again and i am out of family members

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Hey everyone, please to enjoy the following silly crap I wrote for @xinambercladx. This was her request for the Valentine's Day exchange on the Duros Hoes discord server. She wanted a story about Bane walking one of her OC's home. I chose Yenem - you remember this gal -

- and came up with this. Only seventeen days late! Go me!

Anyway, enjoy👍🏻Hope you like it @xinambercladx !

***

The Heirloom

"Thank you for coming on such short notice," Yenem said. She looked annoyed as she adjusted her short, form-fitting glittery purple cocktail dress. A huge, fluffy white fur coat was slung over her forearm.

Cad Bane gestured for the coat, shifting a tooth pick from one corner of his mouth to the other. He took it by the shoulders and held it out for her to put on. 

"Oh! Why thank you," she said. She turned to slip it on, glancing back at him over her shoulder as she did so. "Is there a charge for this?"

He smirked. "Free w' de bodyguard package - if y'tell me how y' found out there's a bounty on ye before I did."

She sighed. "Sometimes when I am exceptionally bored, I run my name against the holonet. Turned up on the bounty boards," she said, retrieving her data pad from her purse. "And that reception was exceptionally boring."

He glanced through the picture window of the art gallery they stood before. Inside was a quite lively, quite crowded cocktail party.

"Doesn' look boring."

"Trust me, it was nothing but a room full of poseurs." She sighed and looked up at him, doe eyed, and took his arm. "Get me out of here, Bane."

"Yes ma'am," he said, tapping the brim of his hat. "Y'sure y'wanna go back to d'hotel? You'd be safer on my ship." 

"My things are at the hotel."

"Y' don need yer things."

"One of those things is what they're after."

"An' y' left it in yer room?"

"In the safe," she said.

"Hotel safes ain't safe."

"Was I supposed to go to the reception with an ancient vase beneath my arm like a glowball?"

He paused a moment, then shrugged. "I reckon it would have been less boring that way."

"Tch!"

"Tch yerself!" he said. "Come on,  den."

***

"I've never been to this part of Coruscant," she said as they strolled over a metal walkway overlooking a canyon of city lights. "Beautiful, in a way."

"This area's all right," he said. "It gets worse the deeper down y' go." 

"So I've heard."

"Dere's a real good tipyip stand couple blocks down."

"You want to stop for food?" she asked archly. "You seem pretty casual about this."

"Eh. De score on you is pretty small. We're not gon' be dealing wit any major players. Most of 'em will turn tail if de see you w' me."

"That's…reassuring."

"Dat's why you hired me."

"Indeed," she said, pressing close to him as they walked. 

He smiled slightly at this. "So tell me 'bout this hot vase y'got."

"It's not hot," she said. "I bought it perfectly legally at auction. But apparently it's a family hierloom and said family is desperate to get it back. I offered to sell it to them, and for only a slight profit. But they seem determined to obtain it by other means."

"So dey're gon' chase whoever has it?"

"I assume so."

"Hmm," he replied. "Well, you're makin' it easy for em in dat coat."

Yenem frowned. "What about my coat?"

"It's huge n' bright n' … foofy."

"Foofy?"

"Yeah," he said. "Y' look like a leggy wampa."

"Excuse me?"

"What?" he asked, smirking. "It's a compliment."

She balked. "Surely you can come up with a better compliment than that."

"Sure, sure," he said. He went silent for a moment as the walked past a well manicured hedge full of bright flowers that led up to the hotel. He picked one. 

"Yer the prettiest sheep I ever saw," he said, grinning, handing her the flower as they entered the hotel. 

"You're a terrible date," Yenem said, accepting the flower.

"I'm a great date," Bane said. "Y' wanna make dis a date, dat's a different pricin' structure."

"Oh?" she asked, intrigued. "What's the going rate for a date with Cad Bane?"

"Well, dat depends," he began, but stopped short, clocking something across the lobby. Yenem turned to follow his gaze. A human boy of about fourteen leaned wide-eyed against the lobby bar with an open clamshell full of tip-yip skewers. He looked startled to see Bane.

"Who is that?" Yenem asked.

"A little shit," Bane grumbled, gesturing the boy over. He scowled but obeyed.

"Boba!" Bane said as he approached. "What are y' doin here?"

"I was in the neighborhood."

"Dis job is kinda low rent for you, ain' it?"

"You're here," the boy shot back. 

"I ain' here for a bounty. I'm here to buy a vase from my lady friend."

Yenem turned to Bane in surprise.

"You're … buying a vase?" Boba asked skeptically.

"Sure am."

"Ohh," Yenem said, pulling her data pad from her purse, "Yes, he is. I'm drafting the bill of sale right now."

"Why do you need a vase?" Boba asked.

"Fer flowers."

"Since when do you have flowers and put them in vases?"

"You don't know my life," Bane replied haughtily.

Boba frowned. "Actually I do know your life, and -"

"Point bein -" Bane interjected, "is dat dis vase is now property of Cad Bane, and if de family yer workin' for wants to take it up wid me - and not her -" he said, gesturing to Yenem, "dey're more den welcome to. So you run along now an' you tell 'em dat." 

"Thumb print here," Yenem said, handing Bane the blank pad. He pressed his digit to the screen and handed it back to her. 

"See?" he said. "All mine.  Now get lost, Boba."

Tch," Boba said. "Whatever. Low paid job anyway. Later, Bane."

"Wait," Bane said.

"What?"

"Gimme one of those," Bane said, plucking a skewer from Boba's takeout box.

"Hey!"

"I said get lost," Bane repeated, shooing Boba away.

"Gimme my tip yip back!"

Bane tore a piece off the end of the skewer with his fang. "Fuck off, Boba," he said around the meat. " An' you tell de people yer workin' for -"

"Yeah yeah I'll tell 'em," Boba muttered. "Fierfek."

The boy stalked out of the hotel shaking his head.

"Well," Yenem said, bemused. "You made short work of that."

"Yep. Shouldn't be a problem for ye anymore."

"Elegantly handled."

Bane tapped the brim of his hat. "Whaddya say we head upstairs an' have a look at 'my' new vase?"

Yenem smiled slyly, pulling him towards the turbolift. "It's quite the piece," she said. "Has a naked lady on it."

"Y' don' say?" Bane grinned.  "I like it already." 

[8lue8astard]

Close Call

==> You can feel it.

The barrel, warm and humming against your sternum. Crackling energy that makes your hair stand on end linking off from the hooked, neon-blue tip. You've been in this situation before; whether it was due to some genuine misplay or because you got cocky. It shouldn't scare you.

But you've also never seen her this mad before.

Bougie-ass makeup was running down her face, smearing blood-hue violet and inky black down her cheeks in bicolor rivets. You can see the tendons tensing in her hand, even as it shakes on the trigger. Threatening to pull as she barks furious, pitchless hate into your face. He'll HATE her now, she says. He was never supposed to know. To see her in the aftermath of a campaign. Blood looked awful on a lady of her stature, according to her. Ranged weaponry a key component in keeping herself clean- but what's one little picture of her in her swill-caked glory? Doesn't she like him? He'll never like her back if he never sees her like that. Is she supposed to stop FLARPing if she gets what she wants?

You hear the battery whirr as the trigger compresses. Heat rushing through your ribcage as the tip of the crosshairs burns through your top. Less than a millimeter more, and she'd turn everything from the belt buckle up into superheated air and charred skin.

But she doesn't. She does that thing she always does; getting so mad at you that she throws that precious piece of shit hierloom across the floor of the boat and slugs you like a navy. Highblood strength and Ampora Hysterics shattering your jaw along each of her knuckles and sending you through the oakwood wall she'd pressed you against.

You wake up on the floor, a blind troll with a cane and a bullgirl who's face you can't see from below looming over you- the former pouring a heaping helping of medicine into your useless mouth.

Eridan calls you to apologize by picking a fight thirteen hours later.

You send her a bill for the fucking hospital visit and freeze her out for a week. Not for hurting you, of course. That was classic highblood.

No; its for being so fucking weak about this.

[smolcuriouskitten]

Starter for @ofwaywardsunshine caught red handed.

It was a few days after she initially met Sam. She thought he was sweet and very helpful with the hunt, getting rid of her abusive ex husband's ghost. She could relax knowing her dancers and support staff were safe. Yet in his fashion of personality as he was in life, he acted the same way in death. Dropping little hints about what she was, never explicitly saying it but if Sam were to connect the dots it could be deadly.

Of course as a 'grandchild' to this man, there were certain details she wouldnt have known. The location of the 'family hierloom' hat, the way he died in such gruesome detail, or how he would have known to go after the dancers and not Rockelle immediately. Coupled with the fact of her being a terrible liar, she was sure to get caught if Sam did some research which is what she was hoping would not happen. Hes a hunter, they wont dig any deeper than needed...right?

She pulled her car into the driveway and normally would be met with silence. Then she heard Kimchi barking and yipping which immediately set up a red flag. He never barked before she stepped foot into the house so she was ready to be met with an intruder. Imagine her surprise when she opens the door and no one was there which made her skeptical. Maybe the pup seen a deer go by and it got him riled up.

"Shhh baby, Im right here. Whatcha making all that noise for huh?" She gently coos at the pup as she picks him up, rubbing his belly. Then she noticed Kimchi keeps looking away from her and looking towards a closet in the room. Her heart sank as she took a few steps closer to the closet, putting Kimchi down and she points to the kitchen where he lays under the table quietly. She approaches the closet slowly, ready to attack.

[freshlybakedspiderbread]

looping right back around from too cool for eosd hipster to too cool for eosd hipster hipster, lets hear it for remilia

General opinion/How much I care about them: eosd is absolutely overexposed but that doesn't have to affect how much I genuinely like the sdm crew, and Remilia 🧛‍♀️! its a little funny how the og (well og windows) final boss has somewhat faded into the shadow these days, but then again you kinda cant predict who will suddenly become relevant in canon anymore

Either way, I like Remilia! the devil who insists on playing up her castlevania aesthetic to outsiders whenever possible. Despite general fandom playing her up as a spoiled sort, I do believe in her dignity as head of the household at least to the extent that she cares about her entire makeshift family dearly and has long since carved a proper place for them all in gensokyo...

A ship I love: There's really only two big Remilia ships for me, and those are with Patchouli, her oldest and dearest friend, or Sakuya, her devoted human maid. what I like about remipatchy is a lot to do with the implied history and closeness they have, but that's not as easy to just get into on the spot, so i'll instead talk about remisaku.

They're really funny, and bizarrely sweet in ways thats quite unlike any other ship. A lot of it has to do with Sakuya in particular being the most youkai-like being in the whole mansion despite being the only human. The imagery of the dark vampire mistress and her loyal servant is something that they both enjoy playing up and only get more into it whenever the other starts encouraging it. And yet its definitely Remilia who probably has trouble sometimes keeping up with Sakuya...

also remisaku is also a staple for that melancholic ageless creature x mortal human relationship, ever since Sakuya said that thing about wanting to live as a human... Many fans of gone into depth in it in many different stories over the decades, because its a good cliche!

i know technically you can do that kind of story with just about any human x nonhuman, but in my opinion there are only two touhou ships that genuinely warrant and fit with it. One is mokou/keine, because being unable to die is obviously mokou's entire deal (while the other immortal characters explore other facets that come with living forever), and the other is remisaku, even if only because of one iconic line of dialogue, and because they came first 😛

A non-romantic relationship that I love: I think the only people Remlia would trust to take care of Flandre (as in both caring for her and also being capable of doing so) outside of sdm (so basically sakuya, patchouli and meiling) are Reimu and Marisa. while i don't think Reimu's ever actively offering to do so, Marisa's frequent visits to the sdm probably makes as a sorta surrogate big sister to Flandre, which maybe annoys Remilia to some extent especially when Flandre jokes(?) about only having one sister who is also blonde, but i think she's pretty happy about it otherwise n_n

although of speaking of blonde people visiting Flandre and acting as a surrogate something! I really love to imagine what madness is going through Remilia's head when it comes to Okina, this sage who basically abducted her little sister who is not supposed to casually go ouside and take her on as some weird protoge

The NOTP: i mean aside from the obvious 'dont ship with her sister', i guess i dont have any feelings for remilia/reimu. I know Remilia was basically the first of Reimu's enemies turned recurring visitors, but there's also been so many more exciting examples since (which uh even include Sakuya!)

My biggest headcanon about them: you know, it is also funny how koumakan doesnt entiiirely gel with touhou's worldbuilding since then. like what role do they even serve in gensokyo? how are they maintaining their wealth? I know they were already rich when they arrived, but its been a long time since, andthey're gonna run out of trinkets or old hierlooms to sell eventually, right? Though I guess if the sdm crew want to claim the entirety of misty lake belongs to them, uuuuh whos gonna care enough to stop them? Yeah that's my headcanon, Remilia and her crew have claimed everywhere within like a hundred square feet of land of their mansion as their private property.

An idea for a fanfiction I would like to write/read about them: gosh i think any kind of fun or interesting story involving remilia or sdm i can think of, I've probably already seen it somewhere! that's the power of eosd popularity!! Not that a good idea can't be done more than once but it means im not exactly left wanting 😄

Something that makes me think of them: i kinda cant think anything this moment and trying to force it would probably be really unnatural, but i will say Remilia is the only member of the aristocracy i would respect. probably.

[xx-yu2-xx]

There are so many listings of vintage Palestinian items being sold from Israel on eBay. Letters, stamps, things that are vintage, antiques, possibly hierlooms even, mean nothing to the seller but profit, but meant everything to their original owners.

[the-firebird69]

Major damage yrs decon needed in the walls they might if needed won't know but do it. Appliances ruined. It asked. All his stuff ruined rusts ebike gone both bike too. Clothing computer surge protection tv bed mattress frame. Lots of new speciali clothing large. Boots jacket cold weather gear needs it now. There ebike batteries on one two on the other both are considered new still proxy them tires and docs passport safe now costs 300 dollars. Chair big one and hierloom the mattress an hierloom. Lost supplies all supplements has lot due to the idiots adjacent. Tools 3000 plus to replace. We added it up 24500 but no won't do that. Full wardrobe 5000 included yup.not bad but all only essential no extras. The suit bought new is 2000 shoes 500 accessories. Bedding more all gone smells lk shit. Sad to look at ok. Happily got them for he his wife and us. It's gross. Sealed bags by vacuum work takes too Long yup. And expensive machines. We noted he was feeling crappy earlier ok adds to it

USA forces poor to areas like that insurance won't cover it. Fema his creationtons want it now fight like madness. Huge piles of dead near HQ, bigger in FL. Worse now filed for not mild or moderate bad yes. Above 2' but might recover yes. If called no structural ckg for mold Devon operations underway. That kind of thing.

Thor Freya

Olympus

We usually help in this case good he says fake beer at the bar and steak your buying haha fun ok fema is us for now

Tommy f

We rule now but fun. Ok we stink badly gross shit from day one

Big Hawaiian

Gross so your me no dark all over haha swam out gross ok haha andyshit

Big Hawaiian

Olympus

[lisangart]

1 of the pieces that will be in the Halloween Sale

10 Reasons to order the Brain Omelette to go this Halloween 2024 🎃 Halloween Decoration Hierloom Kitchen Decor For A Haunted House or 1950s style diner TV show or movie prop to present foreshadowing to further the plot or, as an accent to round out a protagonist’s character. An aficiniado of flavorful cuisines, works for a villian or the hero. Horror and comedy! Dieting Annoy vegans and or…