Not me laughing while checking an old (now former) friend because they popped up while I was looking for someone else in my posts.
To put it bluntly, height of consent meme, trying to claim zoophilia because my gals have sheep bits, and trying to claim it AGAIN because Eden-
Annie is *slowly* inhaling, hands together, looking at [reader] because they did something stupid.
A pause. A heartbeat. Two.
Her hands point forwards, still together.
"Bitch-"
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Walter is just casually sniffing the air.
"Um.... is someone ovulating or something?"
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NEW IDEAAAAAAA: Flauschhaus.
literally meaning "Fluffy House" or "House of Fluff" this sort of establishment caters specifically to those who prefer a more platonic form of physical contact with smaller, fluffier anthro species. Slow music, mellow drinks, lotsa plush pillows for-
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Gonna be using this PIN for CHARACTER INFO. So as i go ill add and delete muses.
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Also, feeding into that post from earlier.
Annie had a cousin. one she never got to meet.
Zoe Jane Stringer. Born sick 2 months before her, buried the day her mother went into labor.
She never got why her uncle sang that old Staind song to her as a baby.
just sharing a sadge. QwQ
Also, feeding into that post from earlier.
Annie had a cousin. one she never got to meet.
Zoe Jane Stringer. Born sick 2 months before her, buried the day her mother went into labor.
She never got why her uncle sang that old Staind song to her as a baby.
just sharing a sadge. QwQ
don't mind Annie curled up in the fetal position on the floor, sniffling, eyes streaming.
her phone is playing Zoe Jane on repeat.
she is devastated.















