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December 1 - December 4, 2025
It was as though a small dry hand had given his gravestone a friendly pat. He did not, to the best of his knowledge, have a gravestone.
this is fantastic lmao
Xanthe is over two hundred years old—” “How? Did she forget to die?”
“Let’s tit about. I love titting about.”
We don’t do refunds. We’re the Fyren Order, not Murder Mart.”
“How can anyone have less regard for the law than me?” asked Osric, offended.
“Nether Wallop?” “Ooh,” said Osric. “My favourite game: is it a place or is it a kink?”
The man had a colander on his head, which did not immediately inspire confidence.
“They wouldn’t know empathy if it bit them on the cock.”
Aurienne gave up on understanding his logic; it didn’t appear that there was any at play.
a certain bandity logic
Fairhrim regarded Osric with queenly hauteur, and Osric, reduced to peasanthood,
💀💀💀
“Might we,” asked Aurienne, “go anywhere without subtracting from the population?” “Would you prefer,” asked Mordaunt, “that we add to it?”
“Where are you?” “At my wits’ end,”
😆😆
You’ve got the imagination of an aubergine.”
(A knight in shining armour he wasn’t, but a knight in shining passive aggression—yes.)
Aurienne rolled her eyes so hard, she saw her frontal cortex.
That was what altruism got you: spiders in your arsehole.
