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Before Shrek could finish Stalin and Danny Devito walked out of their shared bedroom, both of them having wicked sex hair. Shrek was forced to live with these two, due to capitalistic oppression that affected them, causing Shrek to have to rent out his swamp to the other two men.
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Shrek quickly grabbed Stanley with his large Yaoi hands, and yelled to Stalin and Danny DeVito to get out.
🐠 #Shrek
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In fact, the story itself was left unfinished, and so when you finally put the book down, you felt as full of questions as ever.
Oh well, you'd ask your housemates when they returned home, perhaps they knew more about the thing. However, you didn't necessarily feel like elaborating on your corresponding dream -- some things are allowed to stay private, after all!
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“Alrighty then, let’s do it to it! The brain ain’t gonna teach itself. Or, well, I guess in this case my brain will be teaching your brain about, well, the brain and neurology, but that’s neither here nor there.”
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Je viens de publier la trad FR d'une fanfic One Piece courte que j'ai trouvée très mims
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I submitted my mod as a part of annual Morrowind May Modathon and got the "Labor of Love" achievement badge for it! :D I'm so happy I could participate! @lily and I both worked really hard on this...
https://www.nexusmods.com/morrowind/mods/58423?tab=description
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The Mad Frank's Dreams: Post 12 Blood, Wine, and Steel
#FanFic #TheApothecaryDiaries
#Wss366 BreadChue watched as Mao entered a room with a low table containing the remains of a meal and scattered flasks. There were no screens, curtains, or furniture in the room large enough to hide behind. Besides the table and a few cushions, the only outstanding feature was a painting in the style of the crucifixion depicted in their cell. This one was of a chalice brimming with light. Over it, the artist had written in sanguine letters, “As #bread and wine, share my flesh.”
“More like ‘blood and wine,’” Chue muttered eyeing the crimson runes.
With the sound of fighting so close, Chue decided they didn’t have time to find a better hiding spot. She moved into the shadows just inside the room’s door, where she could ambush anyone trying to enter.
“Pile the cushions in the corner. Hide in them,” she said, glancing at Mao, who was staring at the table.
Chue returned her focus to the passageway only to have it snap back to the apothecary when she heard Mao say to herself, “You’re a fool, but this is what I have to do.”
Mao bent, picked up a knife from the table, and turned toward the door. Her face was flushed with fever, but the look of grim determination stopped Chue from clicking her tongue.
“Don’t waste your time. I’ve decided,” Mao told her. The resolve in her voice matched her expression.
“Then stand behind me and keep your fangs sharp. I’ll be the bear and you the serpent. Strike fast, sly, and deadly.”
The two fell silent as the sound of fighting died and running footsteps approached.
First, The Mad Frank sped past, a look of terror on his face, then a shadow of a man wielding a sword appeared, creeping along the hallway. The bearer paused, then sprang into the room, weapon raised. Chue barely had time to raise her club to block the blow. The shock of the sword meeting the parry ran through her arm. The blade sliced through the wood, leaving only a stump in her hand.
“Steel!” Mao gasped seeing her mercenary guard about to decapitate Chue.
“Chue, Mao,” the skirmisher responded, her sword stopping barely in time.
“How…” Mao began. Then, overcome by fever, she slumped to the floor.
“Followed The Mad Frank,” Steel replied. She smiled, winked, and picked Mao up like a sack of rice.
Chue smiled back, thinking, “If only the prince were so bold.”
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Crabby Crab
#Fanfic #LagoonFire by @asakiyume
#Vss366 Kid / #ChildrensDay #こどもの日Old man Kaduik looked away from his tiles. The game had ground to a draw, and he was bored. He looked out over the park and smiled as he watched the school #kids playing. It was one of the pleasures of being a retired god. Being human wasn’t so bad. The kids were milling around in the shade of the trees, enjoying their break from school.
“What are you thinking?” Nakona asked, following his gaze.
“I was wondering what it would have been like if we had ever been kids: playing in the shallows, catching crabs, teasing the girls.”
“You would have been like that one over there,” she said, pointing to a boy chasing the girls. He was using his hands like pincers, shouting, “Crabby, crab! Crabby, crab!” and laughing when the girls squealed.
As suddenly as the game had started, it stopped with the boy leaning against a tree, panting in the heat.
“Hey, Tamlo,” the retired crab god yelled to the juice vendor. “Give that boy a drink. I’ll pay.”
“No can do, sir. We'd be reported for showing undue interest in him.”
“Then, I’ll buy them all drinks, and you’d better give me a good bulk discount.”
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Prince Charming Part 2
#FanFic WanderingWitch #SnowWhite
#Wss366 Hedge / #GreeneryDay JapanAhead, light streamed through a honeysuckle-draped arch. The air was sweet with their scent, buzzing with the song of bees.
“Hum,” I thought and then laughed at my pun. It looked as though there was a grassy clearing ahead. The sun would feel nice there. I could lie in the grass and eat the bread I’d bought at the last town. But wait, there was someone already there: a tall, handsome man standing next to a proud horse. The man’s elegant hunter’s outfit made it clear he was some kind of noble—“too bad.”
He looked up, smiling. “Have you come to see her too?”
“See who?” I asked and approached cautiously, peering through the grass to see what he was looking at.
There, in the middle of the clearing, was a crystal coffin. Inside was a woman wearing a brown peasant dress. Among the wilted remains of wildflowers that someone had placed on the lid was a bouquet of fresh roses.
“Isn’t she beautiful?” the man said. “I could stroke her hair all day.”
“Yes, it’s lovely,” I said. It was too: an amber-brown, lightened in streaks by the sun.
“And you are?” I asked.
“I wouldn’t want the Queen to hear I came here, so you can just call me Prince Charming. Many people do.”
“So you visit often, Prince Charming?” My sarcasm went unnoticed. I had met nobles like him before. Their charm chiefly resided in the threat of violence. That and the power to wave away such aggression as the victim’s fault.
I hadn’t failed to notice the short silver hunting sword at his side.
“Yes, she is so lovely. How can I resist? I’ve named her Snow White. Doesn’t she deserve it?”
“She is quite lovely, Your Highness. But I hear that if you kiss a sleep enchanted woman, she will wake. Have you tried that?”
“I’ve heard the same, but youth’s beauty fades with time. The lovely bride of today is a wrinkled hag tomorrow. I will let her sleep so she never fades. A gem forever brilliant for me to view.”
The poppies and bluebells nodded in agreement; whether to my ironic thoughts or his statement, I didn’t know.
The honeysuckle odor had suddenly cloyed, and clouds cast shadows on the grass.
I smiled and departed. I could eat my lunch elsewhere.
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Prince Charming Part 1
#FanFic WanderingWitch #SnowWhite
#Wss366 Hedge / #GreeneryDay JapanThe day had started well. A gentle wind scented with verdant greenery stirred my hair. Bright violets bloomed along my path, mingling with yellow buttercups and brilliant orange poppies. Thrushes and titmice flitted in the #hedges. It was truly the kind of day where wandering the byways was a goddess-given blessing.
So wondrous was the day that I didn’t even mind the occasional burr that attached itself to my mage’s robes or the dense foliage that forced me to walk. The moss-covered path was easy on my feet. The occasional brook sang to me. Butterflies as bright as the star brooch of my profession delighted my eyes.
Who was this young woman so enamored with life?
It was me, Elaine the Wandering Witch.
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Prince Charming Part 1
#FanFic WanderingWitch #SnowWhite
#Wss366 Hedge / #GreeneryDay JapanThe day had started well. A gentle wind scented with verdant greenery stirred my hair. Bright violets bloomed along my path, mingling with yellow buttercups and brilliant orange poppies. Thrushes and titmice flitted in the #hedges. It was truly the kind of day where wandering the byways was a goddess-given blessing.
So wondrous was the day that I didn’t even mind the occasional burr that attached itself to my mage’s robes or the dense foliage that forced me to walk. The moss-covered path was easy on my feet. The occasional brook sang to me. Butterflies as bright as the star brooch of my profession delighted my eyes.
Who was this young woman so enamored with life?
It was me, Elaine the Wandering Witch.
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Prince Charming Part 1
#FanFic WanderingWitch #SnowWhite
#Wss366 Hedge / #GreeneryDay JapanThe day had started well. A gentle wind scented with verdant greenery stirred my hair. Bright violets bloomed along my path, mingling with yellow buttercups and brilliant orange poppies. Thrushes and titmice flitted in the #hedges. It was truly the kind of day where wandering the byways was a goddess-given blessing.
So wondrous was the day that I didn’t even mind the occasional burr that attached itself to my mage’s robes or the dense foliage that forced me to walk. The moss-covered path was easy on my feet. The occasional brook sang to me. Butterflies as bright as the star brooch of my profession delighted my eyes.
Who was this young woman so enamored with life?
It was me, Elaine the Wandering Witch.
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Prince Charming Part 1
#FanFic WanderingWitch #SnowWhite
#Wss366 Hedge / #GreeneryDay JapanThe day had started well. A gentle wind scented with verdant greenery stirred my hair. Bright violets bloomed along my path, mingling with yellow buttercups and brilliant orange poppies. Thrushes and titmice flitted in the #hedges. It was truly the kind of day where wandering the byways was a goddess-given blessing.
So wondrous was the day that I didn’t even mind the occasional burr that attached itself to my mage’s robes or the dense foliage that forced me to walk. The moss-covered path was easy on my feet. The occasional brook sang to me. Butterflies as bright as the star brooch of my profession delighted my eyes.
Who was this young woman so enamored with life?
It was me, Elaine the Wandering Witch.
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Being Normal
Matt/Foggy
Daredevil
Mature (sexual content, full tags @ 🔗)
Fill: Day 2 - Doesn't Know What "Netflix and Chill" MeansBefore Netflix and Chill was even a thing, Foggy Nelson had it down to an art, as Valentine's Day in Matt and Foggy's final year proves.
Read it:
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The Mad Frank's Dreams: Post 11 Steel on Steel
#FanFic #TheApothecaryDiaries
#Wss366 PaceChue picked a random direction and set off, listening all the while for signs of danger. Hampered by Mao’s condition, the #pace was slow. Things didn’t improve when Mao gathered herself together and said, “I can walk on my own,” pushing Chue away.
Mao received a dubious look, but her rescuer stepped away. This freed her hand to wield the cudgel if necessary. Against a well-armed foe, it would be useless, but it was all she had.
After only a few steps, Chue halted. “Listen!”
At first, the sound of clashing metal was faint but grew louder as they listened. A scream sounded, followed by the sound of running feet that stopped moments later with another crash of steel on steel.
“Hide!” Chue said, pointing to a side room. “I’ll hold them off.”
Mao hesitated.
“The prince needs you, and the emperor needs the prince. Chue is nothing but a one-handed clown. Go!”
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“Go! Don’t let Chue’s death be in vain!”
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Apriltober 27, 28, and 29. A short discussion on lava fish, a longer more serious story about walking home after a failed mission, and for today because it is ...
---(shouting) the 11th anniversary of Xenoblade X (yippee!)---
... a story where I traverse the fantastic game world for a bit.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/82270206/chapters/221404161#comments
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Book 9: 2026
Fanfiction but Word count is 66,666.
Which assume was deliberate considering it was Fa fix from the show TV show #Lucifer. I consider it book length."Wing (From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia)" six chapters which is kinda bonkers considering the word length but the Author Endnotes states that the story kinda got away from them a little - in a good way. Chapters get longer each time.
Excellent.
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I've made some changes... I'll upload chapter 11 next week!! HEHEHEH 😈🔥 (around May 7th-8th)
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The Mad Frank's Dreams: Post 10 How the Bones Fell
#FanFic #TheApothecaryDiaries
#Wss366 litterSoon after, the last of the light disappeared, leaving the cell in darkness. Mao lay down to sleep, only to toss and turn with fever.
“I hear something,” Chue said after a while, and Mao roused herself with difficulty.
Chue moved to where she could ambush anyone entering the room, and Mao readied the blanket.
When the door opened, the two brothers stepped in, one carrying a torch. Chue had her cord around Cudgel’s neck before he knew what was happening. Mao was slower. She stumbled toward the second man and missed his head with the blanket. Instead, the torchlight vanished as the blanket enveloped it.
Mao’s opponent swung blindly, landing a glancing blow to her shoulder. Mao spun, fell, and dropped the blanket on the floor, where it lay smoking amid a #litter of dishes.
With one savage kick at Mao, her opponent turned to help his brother, who was desperately pulling at the tightly wound cord around his neck.
Mao grabbed at her attacker’s ankles only to be kicked aside again. She landed, face pressed against the blanket. She coughed, inhaling the smoke from the smoldering wool. The embers burned her cheek. Half-rising, she grabbed the torch and swung at her opponent.
The embers flared as they whistled through the air, and flames licked up through holes in the cloth.
The blow landed just below the man’s knee, and he staggered.
“Jese, bitch,” the man swore, kicking at her once more.
Behind him, his brother slumped soundlessly to the floor. Chue scooped up his cudgel. There was a sharp crack, and the second man toppled, joining his brother on the ground.
“Chue thinks we should go before someone else comes,” and with those words, she helped Mao to her feet.
Mao staggered, then reluctantly allowed Chue to help her move out into the hall.
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The Mad Frank's Dreams: Post 10 How the Bones Fell
#FanFic #TheApothecaryDiaries
#Wss366 litterSoon after, the last of the light disappeared, leaving the cell in darkness. Mao lay down to sleep, only to toss and turn with fever.
“I hear something,” Chue said after a while, and Mao roused herself with difficulty.
Chue moved to where she could ambush anyone entering the room, and Mao readied the blanket.
When the door opened, the two brothers stepped in, one carrying a torch. Chue had her cord around Cudgel’s neck before he knew what was happening. Mao was slower. She stumbled toward the second man and missed his head with the blanket. Instead, the torchlight vanished as the blanket enveloped it.
Mao’s opponent swung blindly, landing a glancing blow to her shoulder. Mao spun, fell, and dropped the blanket on the floor, where it lay smoking amid a #litter of dishes.
With one savage kick at Mao, her opponent turned to help his brother, who was desperately pulling at the tightly wound cord around his neck.
Mao grabbed at her attacker’s ankles only to be kicked aside again. She landed, face pressed against the blanket. She coughed, inhaling the smoke from the smoldering wool. The embers burned her cheek. Half-rising, she grabbed the torch and swung at her opponent.
The embers flared as they whistled through the air, and flames licked up through holes in the cloth.
The blow landed just below the man’s knee, and he staggered.
“Jese, bitch,” the man swore, kicking at her once more.
Behind him, his brother slumped soundlessly to the floor. Chue scooped up his cudgel. There was a sharp crack, and the second man toppled, joining his brother on the ground.
“Chue thinks we should go before someone else comes,” and with those words, she helped Mao to her feet.
Mao staggered, then reluctantly allowed Chue to help her move out into the hall.
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The Mad Frank's Dreams: Post 10 How the Bones Fell
#FanFic #TheApothecaryDiaries
#Wss366 litterSoon after, the last of the light disappeared, leaving the cell in darkness. Mao lay down to sleep, only to toss and turn with fever.
“I hear something,” Chue said after a while, and Mao roused herself with difficulty.
Chue moved to where she could ambush anyone entering the room, and Mao readied the blanket.
When the door opened, the two brothers stepped in, one carrying a torch. Chue had her cord around Cudgel’s neck before he knew what was happening. Mao was slower. She stumbled toward the second man and missed his head with the blanket. Instead, the torchlight vanished as the blanket enveloped it.
Mao’s opponent swung blindly, landing a glancing blow to her shoulder. Mao spun, fell, and dropped the blanket on the floor, where it lay smoking amid a #litter of dishes.
With one savage kick at Mao, her opponent turned to help his brother, who was desperately pulling at the tightly wound cord around his neck.
Mao grabbed at her attacker’s ankles only to be kicked aside again. She landed, face pressed against the blanket. She coughed, inhaling the smoke from the smoldering wool. The embers burned her cheek. Half-rising, she grabbed the torch and swung at her opponent.
The embers flared as they whistled through the air, and flames licked up through holes in the cloth.
The blow landed just below the man’s knee, and he staggered.
“Jese, bitch,” the man swore, kicking at her once more.
Behind him, his brother slumped soundlessly to the floor. Chue scooped up his cudgel. There was a sharp crack, and the second man toppled, joining his brother on the ground.
“Chue thinks we should go before someone else comes,” and with those words, she helped Mao to her feet.
Mao staggered, then reluctantly allowed Chue to help her move out into the hall.
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The Mad Frank's Dreams: Post 10 How the Bones Fell
#FanFic #TheApothecaryDiaries
#Wss366 litterSoon after, the last of the light disappeared, leaving the cell in darkness. Mao lay down to sleep, only to toss and turn with fever.
“I hear something,” Chue said after a while, and Mao roused herself with difficulty.
Chue moved to where she could ambush anyone entering the room, and Mao readied the blanket.
When the door opened, the two brothers stepped in, one carrying a torch. Chue had her cord around Cudgel’s neck before he knew what was happening. Mao was slower. She stumbled toward the second man and missed his head with the blanket. Instead, the torchlight vanished as the blanket enveloped it.
Mao’s opponent swung blindly, landing a glancing blow to her shoulder. Mao spun, fell, and dropped the blanket on the floor, where it lay smoking amid a #litter of dishes.
With one savage kick at Mao, her opponent turned to help his brother, who was desperately pulling at the tightly wound cord around his neck.
Mao grabbed at her attacker’s ankles only to be kicked aside again. She landed, face pressed against the blanket. She coughed, inhaling the smoke from the smoldering wool. The embers burned her cheek. Half-rising, she grabbed the torch and swung at her opponent.
The embers flared as they whistled through the air, and flames licked up through holes in the cloth.
The blow landed just below the man’s knee, and he staggered.
“Jese, bitch,” the man swore, kicking at her once more.
Behind him, his brother slumped soundlessly to the floor. Chue scooped up his cudgel. There was a sharp crack, and the second man toppled, joining his brother on the ground.
“Chue thinks we should go before someone else comes,” and with those words, she helped Mao to her feet.
Mao staggered, then reluctantly allowed Chue to help her move out into the hall.
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Apriltober continues, day 25. Two geology professors and an awkward space marine go to a party. Beer is drunk, flirting occurs. There is pizza, very important.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/82270206/chapters/220783101
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Apriltober continues, day 25. Two geology professors and an awkward space marine go to a party. Beer is drunk, flirting occurs. There is pizza, very important.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/82270206/chapters/220783101
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Apriltober continues, day 25. Two geology professors and an awkward space marine go to a party. Beer is drunk, flirting occurs. There is pizza, very important.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/82270206/chapters/220783101
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Apriltober continues, day 25. Two geology professors and an awkward space marine go to a party. Beer is drunk, flirting occurs. There is pizza, very important.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/82270206/chapters/220783101
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Note to self this is apparently what word count definitions there are according to Wikipedia
Classification - Word count
Novel - 40,000 words or over
Novella - 17,500 to 39,999 words
Novelette - 7,500 to 17,499 words
Short story - up to 7,500 words
