No no. The eyes need more bedroom.My half on an art trade with hoofprint-is-working
Late night rebagel because there’s a short story with it.
How did it end up like this? It was supposed to be a simple con. Just befriend the actor and take some of the money. The ring came out of nowhere and everything after happened so fast.
“Come now, your eyes need more…. You know… You know?” The actor said.
“Yes dear”
It was odd. He could tell his husband was hiding something but he wasn’t sure what.
“A little more to the right! No, my right!”
“Yes dear.”
The red stallion shifted his dress so he could move to the right.
“Perfect. Now just stand there. I want to show you a neat spell.”
“yes dear….”
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You walk through the street at night. Suddenly you see a shadowy figure jumping across the rooftops. You hear a scream. ‘THIRTEEN-HUNDRED!’ Then silence.
Can I ask what brought this on? It can’t…
You always look like a huge idiot to me.
Yeah, but everyone looks like an idiot to you. I’m not special.
You walk through the street at night. Suddenly you see a shadowy figure jumping across the rooftops. You hear a scream. ‘THIRTEEN-HUNDRED!’ Then silence.
Can I ask what brought this on? It can’t be a follower count since there is no possible way you could have just reached thirteen hundred so….
Except I did?
No you didn’t
Except I diiid? Why is that outside the realm of possibility?
Because I thought it said thirteen thousand at first and am just saying you didn’t to avoid looking like a huge idiot in front of…
I should give Silver Tongue a job that uses his talent of persuasion. I was thinking of making him a grifter.
You walk through the street at night. Suddenly you see a shadowy figure jumping across the rooftops. You hear a scream. ‘THIRTEEN-HUNDRED!’ Then silence.
Can I ask what brought this on? It can’t be a follower count since there is no possible way you could have just reached thirteen hundred so….
Except I did?
No you didn’t
Never assume something is obvious.
Never assume something is common sense.
Always assume someone is an idiot.
You walk through the street at night. Suddenly you see a shadowy figure jumping across the rooftops. You hear a scream. ‘THIRTEEN-HUNDRED!’ Then silence.
Can I ask what brought this on? It can’t be a follower count since there is no possible way you could have just reached thirteen hundred so….
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I really want every person in the derp crew but chilled to choose moomoo meadows so they can force a cowfecta
It was the first day.
“Sit up straight, smile more.” Show Time hissed, grabbing ahold of Silver’s shoulders and forcing him to sit properly. It was uncomfortable. Thinking back, Silver couldn’t believe it had all happened so fast. He had only met the famous actor the day before, and after only a little back and forth banter, he had been presented with a ring. Silver knew that Show Time had many wives, probably religious, but he hadn’t thought Show Time would marry a stallion. Of course, he hadn’t expected Show Time to be so strict.
“You are my wife.” Show Time repeated for roughly the twentieth time since they did their marriage vows. “I asked you to marry me because I could tell that was your role. Not every stallion is meant to be a husband, sadly. Some are wives. Just like you. Your life duty is to serve your husband.”
“Yes dear.” Silver whimpered softly. Show Time had made it clear earlier that disagreeing with him was bad, and loyal wives were meant to agree.
“Good. You are going to be in charge of cleaning.” Show Time chuckled, pacing back and forth and studying every inch of the other stallion’s body. “You are to follow the strict schedule I have written down. Do all that, and maybe I’ll make some final changes. After all, you’re a wife~"So I made a Changeling, who is an actor. And pretty much spent my time teasing a-random-mod. So as part of an art trade, his OC as a maid/cuntboy.
Very nice.
Fun facts about your sign here
All my friends can confirm this to be true.
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