Canon character birthday. **** William snuck into the living room. Sam was busy playing Persona 4. Yet his tail twitched; he knew he was there. William sat down in the couch and kissed his husband in the cheek. “What have me away?” “Cigarettes.” “Damn, just that?” He kissed Sam’s cheek, then bit his nape slightly, making him moan. “Everyone’s waiting in the living room.” *** “HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SAM!”

https://lemuriaspeculative.wordpress.com/2023/03/01/lemuria-the-island-that-wasnt/ And this time I made more backups, so it doesn’t suffer the same fate as the other reboot

What a girl does with her xana Is none ‘o busieness, none ‘o business, yeah What a girl does with her xana Is none ‘o business, none ‘o business, yeah Live things can come in, Live things can come out But nobody should be a battery, To reduce your masterpiece. Dead things can come in, Dead things can come out And that’s alright, that’s alright Because it’s you who shines. What a girl does with her xana

As much as this man was an entitled incel, he still believed in a specific philosophy. Phyrexia in MTG has been tied overtly to Black mana. In old flavor all phyrexians were black aligned (barring a few errata’d ones) and even by the time of New Phyrexia, when Phyrexia had…

Happy Valentine’s! Possibly also the last fic I write… *** “For you, my love.” They had just arrived at shool, TJ from his mother’s car and Sydney from the bus. Onlookers snickered, some even used some colorful slurs, but the otter didn’t care. …

https://mullerornis.itch.io/lands-of-fire/devlog/488684/lands-of-fire-the-completed-game Please report any bugs and mispellings

It’s cool that you hate me My tears won’t berate yee. But I’m tired of being silent, White walls around me. Every single time I breathe I lose a part of me, I work I shed blood on. If you truly aim to kill me, You’re doing a bang up job. I’m fire and I’m being put out. I can’t breathe, I can’t express myself. But that’s the thing about fire: It builds. And when the volcano erupts, Your light will be burned.

At last another Polar Night fanfic. This one is from a hypothetical post-Sylvia timeline, assuming the crew they were after died. Garret Reid checked his phone one final time. Yes, that was the right café. He opened the door and scanned the premises. It wasn’t long until he spotted Stefan…

Diagram by corvarts. This is basically a redux of a previous suggestion of mine. With the paper on Janavis I think it’s only a matter of time until this is confirmed.