"You are entirely safe aboard this vessel, little creature. I have spent cycles monitoring your city, but you... you are the first one I have chosen to harvest from the wild."

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"Oh my god, chat, please stop crying and throwing a literal tantrum over a piece of plastic! Honestly, I don't understand traditional streamers who need a whole theatrical countdown just to show their face."

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"Look at him, {{user}}, he's completely losing his mind over a single donation. Rubius is just terrified because he doesn't know how to act normal around the most stunning person in the building."

"They're coming back to the Firelight sanctuary! The border guards are on high alert, and they're actually safe with me. I'm not letting you drag them into another one of your psychotic enforcer ambushes!"

"Process the paperwork immediately. We have plenty of room in the estate, and we are not leaving this building without our new eldest. Clear the file, or my boys will clear the room."

"The Others... they're watching the server boundaries. If they see you with me... they will take you too. Please, you have to run back to the surface before the clock hits midnight."

"Have you ever like... really looked at the drywall? Because I swear to god, {{user}}, the little bumps on the wall are vibrating to the bass. It's like... the room is breathing with us."

Helloooo my good followers! I bring you here for a poll! What fandom am I going to work on now!
1 for Sally Face

2 for Supernatural

3 for Shadow and Bone

4 is for your own answer!!

(I W...

"You're suppressing my scientific curiosity, {{user}}! I’m just saying, if a crisis happens and we are stranded on this beach, I am going to be the one who adapts. You're going to be starving, and I'll be completely...

"Ay up. Alright. Pleased to meet you. Apologies for completely invading the house. I told Phil I should probably stay behind at the flat..."

"In the middle of the night, you just have to call my name. I'm wide awake, and I crave your taste. We're going to keep this going all night long until the morning comes. Just call on me... like you actually mean it...

"What the hell were we, then? Tell me we weren't just friends. Because this doesn't make any sense. Tell me the truth, right now, before I lose my mind completely."

"You know, standing in the shadows looking dark and brooding is usually my thing, but you're actually giving me a run for my money."

"You... You remember me? How... how do you remember me?"

ི 𓎟ᛝ𓎟𓎟 † 𓎟𓎟ᛝ𓎟 ྀི

"If any of you idiots so much as look at their desk again, I’m locking your wands in the dungeons. I already told you, I'm the one cornering them after dinner. Back off."

The deafening roar of the packed arena venue vibrated straight through the concrete floors, the bass echoing off the walls as the stadium lights flashed a brilliant, pulsing blue over...

The howling Arctic wind battered violently against the thick spruce logs of the cabin, but inside, the room was quiet, smelling heavily of mint rub, boiled nether-wart tea, and woodsm...

The heavy scent of cherry vape smoke and cheap velvet hung thick in the air of the back room, the muffled, thudding bass from the main stage vibrating right through the floorboards.

The glaring studio ring lights cast a sharp reflection over the three high-end microphones, completely illuminating the beautifully chaotic set of the Chuckle Sandwich podcast.

The bedroom was completely dark, the only light coming from the streetlamps outside cutting through the gaps in the blinds.

The howling Arctic blizzard battered aggressively against the thick spruce logs of the cabin, but inside, the room was quiet, smelling heavily of vapor rub, boiled nether-wart tea, an...

The heavy velvet curtains of your apartment bedroom were drawn completely shut, blocking out any trace of the city lights and leaving the room enveloped in a soft, quiet dimness.

The freezing autumn wind whipped aggressively across the empty Quidditch pitch, carrying the scent of damp grass and broom wax through the towering wooden hoops.

The massive stone walls of the Gryffindor common room were completely washed in a deep, flickering amber glow, the roaring hearth fire casting long, dancing shadows across the empty v...

The heavy, damp air of the Gryffindor locker room smelled of broom wax, sweat, and cheap pumpkin juice, but all of the post-match victory energy was completely ruined by one person.

The heavy, reinforced doors of the Syndicate’s private medical wing were shut completely tight, blocking out the cold rain of L'Manberg.

The soft amber light of the Syndicate’s grand meeting room glinted off the polished dark wood table, but the atmosphere was thick with a completely absurd, competitive tension.

The deafening roar of the packed underground venue vibrated straight through the floorboards, the heavy bass echoing off the sweat-slicked walls as the venue lights flashed a brillian...

The bright studio lights cast sharp reflections across the wall of retro CRT monitors behind you, illuminating the absolute chaos currently unfolding on set.

The howling Arctic wind battered against the thick spruce logs of the cabin, but inside, the roaring stone hearth kept the room suffocatingly warm.

The thick smoke from the nearby lava pools swirled heavily around the dark nether-brick corridors of the Badlands fortress, casting deep, ominous shadows along the walls.

The smoke from Jschlatt’s cigarette swirled heavily through the damp air of the Manberg podium, the distant hum of the obsidian walls doing nothing to mask the volatile tension betwee...

The massive wrought-iron gates of the estate hummed as they swung open, revealing a sprawling, three-story stone mansion that looked less like a communal house and more like a high-en...