Lucivar looked up from peeling a potato at his mother where she was chopping onions. He frowned and set down the knife. “Luthvian?”

He never called her ‘mother’. He didn’t think she would approve.

She didn’t pause to glance at him, the knife working efficiently across the vegetables, chopchopchopchopchop turn the ( Read more... )

I feel like I've been absent from teh intarwebs lately, but I LIVE. I'm sure you were all relieved for the ceasing of spam. However, a few things of note have happened/amazing things been discovered...

1) I got sick. I am now suffering the first cold of the year. I hate these things. They always hit me harder than they should.

2) The amazing 
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"A Character moaned as Character B "made love to his mouth with his oral appendage" is not a good way to describe a French kiss. You make me imagine some weird tentacle sprouting outwards."

Oh,
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