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Nectar and milk flow freely, and the wedding dances are wild.
There is no-one here to watch Nie Mingjue, save for their ancestors, save for him.
What's the best way to catch some radical socialist maple syrup thieves? Go undercover as a couple with a twee Brooklyn store, of course.
wen ning travels back in time to join the guest lectures at Cloud Recesses
“If there is anything else that can be said of Qinghe Nie,” Lan Xichen recites, helplessly faint, “it is that we take our weddings and our burials very seriously—”
“—For they are, to us, one and the same,” Nie Huaisang finishes for him. “You do remember.”
Sam didn't need his gun, or Ruby's knife or Cas' blade tonight. He had the power running through his veins to end it all tonight. This sacrifice would be the most righteous thing the demons he drained could ever do. Killing Lilith, avenging his brother, tabula rasa.
A collection of 100-word drabbles for the Wens of Qishan Event 2022, prompted by friends on Twitter.
No inch of his bared skin is a revelation to Tang Fan, but stripping before him still feels like an unveiling, marital. A deification of the profane.
The captain takes Mr. Hickey for his darling, with dire consequences.