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Eidolon1 [2020-02-29 03:22:01 +0000 UTC]
Thanks for adding Sleeping Subdued to your Favorites collection.
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Muskra2 [2019-08-18 23:32:27 +0000 UTC]
Thank you for the on
MADOKA Chapter 1MADOKA
A Madoka Kawabata story, by Muskra
Chapter 1
August 2018
Natasha's Apartment, Rykestraße, Prenzlauer Berg, Berlin
“What the actual fuck…”
Kate O’Leary stood in the open doorway, unable to comprehend the scene of carnage and devastation that lay before her large dark blue eyes. The twenty-five-year-old Irish waif’s rosy complexion was already glowing far more than usual thanks to the oppressive Berlin summer humidity combined with the heat from the two large white cardboard coffee cups stacked on top of one another that she was balancing precariously underneath her chin. Yet now, as she clasped the drinks in her right hand and a small white cardboard box in her left, she could feel her temperature rising at the sight of the unexpected mess that covered her bedroom floor. Several loose strands of her long mousey-blonde hair were drizzled across her face as they worked their way free fr
MADOKA Chapter 2MADOKA
A Madoka Kawabata story, by Muskra
Chapter 2
August 2018
Natasha's Apartment, Rykestraße, Prenzlauer Berg, Berlin
“What the actual fuck…”
Natasha Yurchenka cursed in soft Ukrainian-accented English as she shifted uncomfortably in her aluminium chair on the narrow balcony, her brain seemingly unable to comprehend the shocking words of her lover Kate O’Leary who was sat on the other side of the matching round silver table. Confused and stunned, Natasha sought to buy herself some time to compose her thoughts as the soaring heatwave temperatures exceeded ninety degrees. Pleasant chatter from the terraced restaurants and cafes below filtered up through the green leaves of the trees that lined the cobbled streets of the intersection on which their pink-painted corner apartment building sat in the quiet, affluent neighbourhood of Kollwitzkiez. It was Natasha’s own slice of heaven. From her
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tommerch [2019-02-01 02:25:25 +0000 UTC]
Thanks for Fave-ing "The Proper Incentive"! What did you like about it?
Thos. Merchant
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Eidolon1 [2018-05-13 11:41:55 +0000 UTC]
Thanks for adding Close Mask to your Favorites collection.
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