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Erm, Lady Lucienne is the prisoner of a dark Fae lord, cursed to dance a Faerie waltz for all eternity. Then she leaves and goes home.

The one above me forgot they're using a touchscreen

The one above me believes that words come from the Lovecraftian Eldritch God Encthoni-Agadudu, who lies dreaming beneath a Wal-Mart in suburban Minneapolis.

The one above said this in the belief that a thesaurus is a kind of dinosaur

The one above me is semi-prokaryotic

Incredible! Your horns are so sharp, and your hair is so shiny! Personally, I use products from 'Scammerparadise.web' to keep my hair shiny!

The one above me is a coward.

Can I just say I find your compassion and care for animal welfare to be truly inspiring? Send me a DM and we can talk about housing those little puppers at a super-competitive rate! Just add me at 'SmithfieldGlues.netbox.com'

Under the foundation stone of Lincoln Cathedral there exist two dragons - a red one and a white - locked in eternal combat. The Red Dragon represents the heart of the one above me, the White the forces of his mortal enemy. Should the White Dragon emerge victorious, the one above me will fall...

Envy munched her bread, annoyed that most people had missed the plot entirely :blob_cookie:

What are the odds - my mum always used to tell me this story about Uncle Pete the Unfortunate. Apparently he was killed by a clumsy otter with a shortbow.

Ive still got my childhood bookcase over at my mum's house. Chronicles of Narnia, The Animals of Farthing Wood and a really fun book of dinosaurs I somehow inherited dating from the 1950s - that one's a real treasure, it has that kind of Victorian taking of liberties with the science (think...

Evil the Cat

The one above me's eyes turn glowing red whenever she sees cow-senpai

Mine's in 12th century German - Thank god for Google translate or I'd really be stuck

You'd be jerky, surely? ;)

Oh, I originally thought you were asking about the writing itself rather than the meta-level. As you frame it, yeah, it's overwhelmingly positive. I feel like I get to do an activity that develops and expresses myself, and I get to share some joy with the world. Even if only a few people read...

In 1789, bread was not simply food in Paris—it was a political fault line. Chronic shortages and soaring prices, driven by poor harvests and heavy taxation, pushed ordinary Parisians to desperation. The cry for du pain echoed through the streets, and the scarcity of loaves became one of the...

Latest reports suggest hes been cornered in the Louvre art gallery, chirping manically and trying to charge headfirst into a carvaggio landscape