OH YEAH. Dudes hey dudes!

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I very nearly forgot that Prompt submissions for this year's FF Kiss Battle are open 'till tomorrow.

Get in on this, it is a fun thing!

Comments

[healingcock]

OMG I'M GOING TO KILL YOU FOR THOSE FFT PROMPTS

[healingcock]

oh wait I misread

nvm

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I could edit my comment and add a Delita/DEAD SISTER one if you want

[healingcock]

no no that's

that's not what I misread

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Well now you've gone and made me all curious

[healingcock]

IF I TELL YOU YOU'LL ADD IT

AND MY SOUL COULD NOT TAKE IT

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please please please pleaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaase tell meeee

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LOOK AT THESE PUPPY EYES

I PROMISE I WON'T REQUEST IIIIT

[healingcock]

I thought your first request said "Delita/Vormav".

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Yeah I can't even bring myself to write that one to hurt you.

[healingcock]

I TOLD YOU except if you did I'd be morbidly curious

I'll Do This Instead

[hartlaidsnares]

It all happened in an instant. Delita knew not how the man could move like he did.

"Long live the king," Sydney whispered, his lips dragging ever so softly over Delita's ear. He dragged a clawed finger over Delita's chest, tracing over an old knife wound-the one that would never heal.

The palace guard was quick to place their swords at Sydney's neck, but the man paid them no heed. He simply stared at Delita, a knowing smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

He motioned at the guards to stand down. Delita fought the quiver in his voice. "Granted! Your ... group ... may pass through my lands."

Sydney bowed deeply, mockingly. "You have my humble thanks, your majesty."

"Get thee from my sight, or I swear I'll have your head decorating the gate on the morrow," Delita added.

Sydney simply smiled at that, and was gone.

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fkglf;d'fh;lfdk you're so good to me ♥

[renovateyourass]

/goes to request it

[pieta_au_lait]

diaf

[renovateyourass]

True story, I don't remember enough of FFT to know what makes that horrible.