This Atlas seems like a pretty awesome thing. Covet. ♥ It's a world atlas with the names translated to their original meaning. It's fantastically poetic, a lot of it
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This is entirely too much fun to play withcryptidDecember 12 2008, 23:10:25 UTC
HE PRESSED HIS EYE INTO HER FINGER, WHYYY Insta-Fanfic? I have to try some of that.
I'm Dreaming Of An Awkward Christmas
It was Christmas Eve. Sir Integra sat manically in a coffin, sipping shiny eggnog.
She looked at the shocked Harkonnen hanging on the Christmas Tree and sighed. Last year, Seras had hung it there, just before they looked at each other flailingly and then fell into each other's arms and squeezed each other's neck.
If only I hadn't been so badass, Sir Integra thought, pouring a smirking amount of rum into her eggnog. Then Seras might not have got so bloodstained and left me all alone at Christmas time. She wiped away a prudish tear and held her hair in her hand.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and then a furious voice lifted hungrily up in song.
I'm dreaming of an awkward Christmas
Just like the heat of the blood that pulses from a freshly cut vein, so red, so delicious, blood, blood, BLOOD -- I'm sorry, where was I?Sir Integra ran to the door. It was Seras, looking pale all over with snow
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Insta-Fanfic? I have to try some of that.
I'm Dreaming Of An Awkward Christmas
It was Christmas Eve. Sir Integra sat manically in a coffin, sipping shiny eggnog.
She looked at the shocked Harkonnen hanging on the Christmas Tree and sighed. Last year, Seras had hung it there, just before they looked at each other flailingly and then fell into each other's arms and squeezed each other's neck.
If only I hadn't been so badass, Sir Integra thought, pouring a smirking amount of rum into her eggnog. Then Seras might not have got so bloodstained and left me all alone at Christmas time. She wiped away a prudish tear and held her hair in her hand.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and then a furious voice lifted hungrily up in song.
I'm dreaming of an awkward Christmas
Just like the heat of the blood that pulses from a freshly cut vein, so red, so delicious, blood, blood, BLOOD -- I'm sorry, where was I?Sir Integra ran to the door. It was Seras, looking pale all over with snow ( ... )
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Of course I was imagining Kyckling as a kyckling which apart from maiking the story amazing, it is just a great word :D
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