The Matriarch points across a grassy field to a large group of yinglets who are cheering and waving at me. With a kind and patient smile, she hands me a TF catalyst, and I instantly know to take off running toward them as I break it open, eager to join them and celebrate. I make it two steps before the non-yinglet mass getting melted off my body causes me to double over in unimaginable pain
I doodle zhings
Am Ying
zhis is a link if you wanna praise me
I should put more zhings in here, I was told i seem overly reserved wizh it being so empty
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shorter zhan average by @mynotaurus
prolly not active here but
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