Botched-necromancy - キュッとしちゃった心の音をどうぞ。

when a character is written inconsistently because nobody thought about it that hard and you're like it's time for me to get in there.. and think about it that hard

Grey Wolf taking a roll call and gretting responses from seemingly the entire forest.

Sound on.

I’ve decided “sir” is for lesbians only. Men think of something else

Evening dress, 1898. House Of Worth.

after we have sex i'm lying in your arms when i'm like "hey can i tell you something?" and you're like "sure" and you figure it's going to be a love confession or something like that, but then i grab your arms in a vice grip so tight my nails are digging into your skin and stare into your eyes with a haunted expression and say, with grave urgency and deadly seriousness, "i'm a bad person. i've done terrible things." then i go back to cuddling you like nothing ever happened