11/12/09
Stuck
For all your nasal drainage needs, choose your local store-brand Nyquil knock-off! Guaranteed to turn your nose into your very own private Niagra Falls in no time...!
*sneeeeeeeeeeeeeeerk*
Buy now, while supplies last...!
...Ugh...yeah...in the final stages of the cold...wishing to God it would just hurry the fuck up...
But, at least my first Christmas gift is all set to be inked...I just need to push myself ahead and actually DO it...
Until next!
…From the creators that brought you Nocturne Eternus and FFVII: To Bless the Tainted Child…
…Comes the epic romance that proves…
…Love transcends all things…
…Including the Fourth Wall…
…
and 
present…The Mael-X-Cossette Collaboration ProjectChapter One
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Chapter Two
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Chapter Three
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Chapter Four
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Chapter Five
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Chapter Six
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Chapter Seven
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Chapter Eight
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Chapter Nine
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Chapter Ten
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Chapter Eleven
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Chapter Twelve
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Chapter Thirteen
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Chapter Fourteen
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Chapter Fifteen
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Chapter Sixteen
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Chapter Seventeen
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Chapter Eighteen[link]
Devious Comments
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"There was an old coddle so molly,
He talked in a glot that was poly,
His gaws were so gew
That his laps became dew,
And he only ate pops that were lolly"
-The Thirteen Clocks by James Thurber
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Kuuukukukukukukuku
Check me on Fanfiction! [link]
Member of RedLeather: [link]
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THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS PG-RATED TROUBLE!!
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THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS PG-RATED TROUBLE!!
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"There was an old coddle so molly,
He talked in a glot that was poly,
His gaws were so gew
That his laps became dew,
And he only ate pops that were lolly"
-The Thirteen Clocks by James Thurber
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THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS PG-RATED TROUBLE!!
--
"There was an old coddle so molly,
He talked in a glot that was poly,
His gaws were so gew
That his laps became dew,
And he only ate pops that were lolly"
-The Thirteen Clocks by James Thurber
God, Mael better love me after this...I'm seeing waaaaaay too much green...
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THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS PG-RATED TROUBLE!!
--
"There was an old coddle so molly,
He talked in a glot that was poly,
His gaws were so gew
That his laps became dew,
And he only ate pops that were lolly"
-The Thirteen Clocks by James Thurber
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