Make Your Dreams Reality - Chapter 1

So please, wordsmith, weave me your story. tell me what _you_ wanted." the reporter's notepad seems to slide in slow motion out of his hand, bouncing a single time as it hits the red carpet underneath him.

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Rabbit Heart Pt. 2 - Ch. 4

I don't know, leon was the wordsmith, dangit. it was nice is all i'm saying. like, felt-it-in-my-loins nice. "it's been going on for a few generations now, back and forth. you may not know that we're... well we're not losing yet, but it's a close thing.

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Dane, Noriko, and Bertie: Balancing Act

I can be a wordsmith, too. not so hard." "mm," he mumbled, kissing her head.

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Chapter 3: Family Affairs

She wasn't the most eloquent of wordsmiths. she shifted her weight from one foot to another, her thick tail swinging low and slowly from her nervousness. or maybe it was more than just that.

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Birthday Mouse.

Production number fy-2 revision h a production of ironsides wordsmithing, a division of sylderon machine works. characters and descriptions are properties of field. additional poetry from "thomas campion's third book of airs, circa 1617".

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Chapter VII: The Duke

He is an accomplished wordsmith. i've read some of his letters." harm flicked the leomian a startled stare. "you got a letter?" "no." andy grinned broadly and wiggled his right paw.

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I Can Tell

"what a wordsmith you are." arv snidely comments as he takes my breath away and pushes back deep inside of me, resuming his thrusts, his knot pushing up against my hole with every stroke and somehow it seems thicker every time. there are no more words.

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Centaurus Chapter 5

"i am a poetic wordsmith beyond parallel, i know," said flora serenely. the fairy flatly ignored that and produced what appeared to be a wand and a measuring tape. she then drifted down below fey's barrel, a flush slowly building on her face.

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Commission Zone: Cradle Robberz 1

I give you shit, but stephen, you're an awesome singer and a damn good wordsmith!" he thrust a paw over towards the stallion. "we all already knew all that, you dork." stephen smirked, still clearly basking in the compliment.

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Friend, Foe, or Something Else?

Production number fy-1 revision g a production of ironsides wordsmithing, a division of sylderon machine works, in association with hoosiermousie, ltd. all characters and descriptions are creations of squirrel, and are used with his permission.

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Animal Archaeology (Dog, Chicken, Lizard, Bull TF)

Otis brought the screen closer to his eyes as the normally well-composed wordsmith continued. he looked flustered as he spoke - but there was something else. he was struggling to pronounce the words. but why?

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Arselicker's Diary

Alright, i'm not a wordsmith and i probably gonna fail me a-level for english if i don't shape up but you don't want to 'ear about me academics but you wanna 'ear about sex and shaggin' and stuff you do with the bum and not just listening to some faggy

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