aphanon_meme | part 347 dimensions of sight and sound

part 347 dimensions of sight and sound

and of mind. Do do do do do do do do do do do.

How was your end-of-December-into-January time, meme? Did you make any New Year's resolutions? Or light a candle in your window in the hopes that Himaruya would update again instead of leaving us behind like an 19th century light house keeper's wife whose husband has gone off to sea? ... Did you?

Enjoy part 347!

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Her head did not fall so much as it slid from her body like a slice of roast falls from the whole; it landed with a wet thump in a basket that was already molding with dried blood.

hot

and juicy!

why am I suddenly reminded of that one France fic

“How do you pray to your Gods, then? Show us!” Feliciano persisted. Rumors at home told him of bloody, barbaric rituals, but he found that the more Ludwig spoke of Germani culture, the less those stories held true. And Ludwig wasn’t as scary when he was talking. Usually.

But Gilbert spoke first.

“Heh, praying’s for your weak southern Gods, little Feli.”

“Don’t call us little, bastard. Unlike you, we have a civilized build!” Lovino cut in.

As Gilbert made indecent comments about their physique, Feliciano briefly wondered if he and Lovino would ever finish - or even start - a conversation without quarreling. Then he ignored them and turned back to Ludwig, his eyebrows raised.

“Ah, he’s right. You Romans build your temples and you pray to your Gods to invoke their help, as if that’s the only time they’ll pay attention. We believe our Gods are all-seeing and always around us. And if they see you deserve their help, they’ll grant it.”

Feliciano looked back at the dirt road before them as he thought of his parents. “That must be nice.”

IT'S YOU !!!!

Are you sure it's me? :)a

"Could do whatever you want," he starts, working some over the head of his cock. "Lie you down atop've me and keep us moving like that."

"Atop isn't a word, dumbass." Denmark groans. There's a little spot just under the head, and when he presses a finger against it just so-

"--ffffuck. You."

"Nah, not today." And then down and up the shaft, making a show of it.