How dare this fandom not have a fanfiction written about this very specific and complex idea that only I have thought of and never asked anyone to write about.
not in a horny way more like a cowboy slapping his horses hindquarters to jostle it along but in this scenario you are both horse and rider combined into one vaguely stressed and very fast creature
“morning person??” oh no you’ve misheard me. I’m a mourning person. always in black, talking about ghosts and bones, in a constant state of grief for the unknown dead.
me eating handfuls of pomegranate seeds as fast as i can: oh no……….look how many seeds i just ate……….i sure hope no handsome god of the underworld drags me down there to be the queen of hell forever
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