This is my last day as a paid account. thankyoujohn I leave you with this lovely poll.

Poll

Edit:
Hey, whaddya know. It's unanimous. YESOWOWOW

Quorin? Sweetheart?

Can we pull over and . . . and let mommy out? She doesn't feel so good. >.

>.

::muses ( Read more... )

::wakes up with a gasp, definitely not in the Steward's Quarters, definitely not with Gorlim, and a hell of a lot more pregnant than she was before::

. . . I'm dead, aren't I, and this is my punishment. >.

::still holds Gorlim's sword to her abdomen, her dress cut and a thin line of blood across her tight and pale stomach ( Read more... )

( Noro and Namuras have such innocent sexual tension. He's a John-puppet. Damn right it's innocent. ;D )

. . . Gorlim got me . . . a . . . . a lion for my birthday.

Its name is Monet, and if it gets hurt at all during this war, I will personally shove a sword up the responsible party's behind. Got it?

Okay. So today is my 18TH BIRTHDAY because obviously my mun and I are supposed to have the same birthday and we *celebrate* birthdays and I'm really only mentioning it so I can go: HA! Not-so-teenaged motherhood. Or motherdom. Don't remember ( Read more... )

There's still a war. There's this creepy banging noise somewhere, but like hell I'm going to go *looking* for it. The PregnantWarriorBrigade's gonna catch those idiots *off*-guard. Hyah.

::hides in a nook::