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Ordbog over Idamelastiansk+mere.Din far er en elver: Øh, ja, din far er en elver. Seriøst.
Det er en graviditets-test! Og den er positiv! Tillykke!: Du skal være far/mor. Og så ved du det ikke.
De kigger på dig og du indser, at at der er ild i dit hår: Du har ingen anelse om hvad der skal ske overhovedet. Og så skal du bruge en spand vand.
En sæk kartofler påhængt et maleri: Nej, det er simpelthen for klammo.
Nonner.... og bananer: De vigtigste grundstoffer. Seriøst, man kan ikke leve uden.
Bulldogfisk: Gud. "Og de pålagde ham den hellige Daisy af Bulldogfiskene, og han så det var godt."
Der er en hest under vinduet / Le cheval sous la fenetre: Der er noget galt. I øvrigt kan nævnte hest ikke ses af andre en Thea Flyrh.
Vær hvor gæst, du en hest!: Det er egentlig kun mig der siger det. Oh, well.
Undskyld, hr. Sabeltand, det vil jeg ikke gå med til: Bruges hvis en lærer, voldtægtsmand, politiker,
Worjacal- Ronoin, part 1The dark magics where forbidden in Kanengard, the capital of Erhnale. That made Ronoin very angry. He was a disciple of Elueme, The goddess of fear and shadows. The magic he practised was dark, but it was just as dark as the magic the disciples of Okapiho, the god of dead, and the magic they used where not banned. The followers of dead where needed.
The attic he hid in was poorly lit. When the king Tolf declared darkness evil, the practitioners of dark magic where hunted by the newly created special force, the Sunray Legion. He had cleared the house of inhabitants with his magic, creating a ghost house with shadows and fear causing magic totems. The house got a bad reputation between the kids in the street. A day, a boy went up to the house. The boy was one of the ones from the bad district, the district with the small cottages made of small stones and dirt. He was walking casually up the house. Ronoin smiled. The boy would die of fright.
The boy walked in
Worjacal - Prologue"Over the decades, Ehrnale has been involved in many wars, the latest one, called the "Morkul War", named after the little town of Morkul where the greatest and most important battle happened. The war started when the witch, Ulariena, gathered an army of the poor humans, the Lilyra (mist elves), the Ulanyra (swamp elves) and lastly, the evil Daemons.
Ha, what a bunch of lies. I never gathered the daemons, they just came."
Ulariena layed the book on the table. The daemon general, Pyr, smiled at her. She was over a hundred years old: a pact with the evil god Adaghar made her look young. It was like time didnt leave any mark on her, left her as beautiful as the youngest maiden. "My lady, soon, you will strike against Tolf's armies and rule Ehrnale." the daemon said. Daemons where strange creatures, demons, but not demons, with red skin, wings and horns. The only thing missing was their tail. But where demons where big and bulky, daemons where tall and slender, and knew magic fro
Abelone og Simme Sums SangMel: Poor Unfortunate Souls (The Little Mermaid Ursulas Song)
*under hele sangen laver Simme Sum bevægelser og "flirter" med Lucena/Nessa*
Det er rigtig hun engang har været hæslig,
Det passede når de kaldte hende en heks,
Men det passer ikke mer',
Hun har ændret karakter,
Og for hende hjælper jeg folk med et kompleks,
Vi har altid været skrappe til trolddom
Øvet heksekunst, eliksirer, dit og dat
Men i flere år har vi, hjulpet
Alle som ikk var fri,
En ulykkelig, en ensom, en forladt
Små ulyk'lige pus
En er fattig, men forelsket
En vil gerne være høj
Om jeg hjælper
Gang på gang
De små ulyk'lige pus
Ja de kommer her i flokke
Råber: tryl Simme tryl
Og jeg hjælper
Om jeg gør
Når en stakkel, uden held
Ikke har betalt sin gæld
Har jeg desværre måtte vise mig lidt st
IronmanHear me read it
My friends used to call William "Ironman" because the first time we kissed he got a nosebleed and the taste of his blood haunted me for a long time after it. We'd only been twelve years old and apparently the anxiety spiked his blood pressure to the point of combustion... I remember that when we were forced to take sex ed a few years later we were divided into separate classes for boys and girls, in case a diagram of an ovary was too risqué and we became animalistic and started clawing at each other in our seats, but nonetheless when our teacher Ms Jacobs had explained to us what an erection was in my mind all I could picture was the blood rushing to his nose and then the slash of cranberry across my blouse.
With the idea planted in his mind it didn't take long for William's hands to start wandering, but the image persisted. Every time I thought about just letting it happen I wondered what would happen if he got too excite
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