A Ode to a Lost and Bewildered Friend
An ode this is to living your life an ode this is to gaining reason an ode this is to removing your strife for most of it is gone within a season.
World building: Time in Sethera
Gond ode (autumn/ winter) start snow
Ode to My Giant Werewolf Boyfriend
ode to my giant werewolf boyfriend 1 oh joy! beyond my wildest dreams i dreamt that i should ask a werewolf to a show, but courage held, i popped the q (what scent!)... he told me yes when i was sure 'twas no.
Motes Played — Chapter 5
She stopped playing and read: > **to:** and we are the motes in the stage-lights of the ode clade **(eyes-only)** > **from:** memory is a mirror of hammered silver of the ode clade > **on:** systime 238+291 > > > > and we are the motes in the stage-lights
An Ode to SoFurry...
Sex is great, make no mistake, but yet it seems to me that all our time, our precious time is spent on SoFurry. It's not a curse, it could be worse! We could be all outside, our fetish seen, our lusts so mean no matter what we...
Ode to Dragons
ode to dragons copyrighted my myself wonderinidoit.
2 Voice
Imagining what it's like to fall you thought that you'd be wrought full and full of holes and glue you hoped that you'd just rot here a caricature you hues and hues and hues end the days you rue the sky is bleeding bloody blues nature's ode
Family Matters
._" * * * **ode to the alligator** hey **crimson**! (is it okay to call you that) oh, would you prefer i call you **rose**? lol, literally got evicted last week.
Unknown Outline W.I.P.
, carin had golden brown feline half and a dull brown feather front, odes is a brighter colored yellow feline half and blue feather front, bradley is a brown and white asian small-clawed otter carin walk into odes room to ask him about an image she
Who's Good?
An ode to doggos everywhere, sweet cinnamon rolls as they are. ### who's good? you asked who's good, i think it's me i barked real loud right at that tree it smells like someone else, you see a someone who's not us or we!
Reading
She dwelt, then, in the world of the ode. she knew where it was from, her name. not just the ode itself, but the place the line itself referenced.
An Ode to the Small-Town Gay
. ### ode to the small-town gay the small-town gay is seldom seen / they disappear once past eighteen / to western coasts and city scenes / no matter where, they find the means / the small-town gay's a thankless job / to bear the looks and hurts they