Chocolatière ruling over the night
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Strangely, this new pseudoamniotic fluid seems to act as an aphrodisiac on pilots. Hence, training centers have recently added chastity cages to the standard uniform to prevent pilots from being too distracted during their training.
January 26, 2026 at 4:15 AM
Strangely, this new pseudoamniotic fluid seems to act as an aphrodisiac on pilots. Hence, training centers have recently added chastity cages to the standard uniform to prevent pilots from being too distracted during their training.
As a result, training centers have altered the pseudoamniotic fluid (In which pilots are submerged in their cockpit to facilitate high synchronisation rates) to include agents which facilitate hypnotic suggestions, helping pilots come to terms with being feminised more easily.
January 26, 2026 at 4:15 AM
As a result, training centers have altered the pseudoamniotic fluid (In which pilots are submerged in their cockpit to facilitate high synchronisation rates) to include agents which facilitate hypnotic suggestions, helping pilots come to terms with being feminised more easily.
An analysis of medical reports spanning two decades revealed that on average, 86% of pilots in training displayed chest growth, and 78% a shift in genital sensitivity which the training center's medical team did link to those hormonal shifts.)
January 26, 2026 at 4:15 AM
An analysis of medical reports spanning two decades revealed that on average, 86% of pilots in training displayed chest growth, and 78% a shift in genital sensitivity which the training center's medical team did link to those hormonal shifts.)
In practice, after a year of mech pilot training, less than 5% of pilots who enrolled as males remain medically classified as such, regardless of gender identity, in part caused by spontaneous hormonal shifts. (Which in turn leads to other physical changes:
January 26, 2026 at 4:15 AM
In practice, after a year of mech pilot training, less than 5% of pilots who enrolled as males remain medically classified as such, regardless of gender identity, in part caused by spontaneous hormonal shifts. (Which in turn leads to other physical changes:
'Oh, come on.' House pleads with his mocking puppy dog eyes. 'It may be contagious. We have to stop it before it spreads. Foreman,' he calls out as his attention shifts, 'quarantine Wilson into his office and provide him with a steady supply of Playgirl magazines.'
January 26, 2026 at 4:12 AM
'Oh, come on.' House pleads with his mocking puppy dog eyes. 'It may be contagious. We have to stop it before it spreads. Foreman,' he calls out as his attention shifts, 'quarantine Wilson into his office and provide him with a steady supply of Playgirl magazines.'
The team looks at him with dead eyes as he jots down the symptoms upon the white board. He takes a second to step back and admire the petty scenario he's created. 'House,' Thirteen goes first, clearly unimpressed, 'we're not helping you diagnose Dr. Wilson.'
January 26, 2026 at 4:12 AM
The team looks at him with dead eyes as he jots down the symptoms upon the white board. He takes a second to step back and admire the petty scenario he's created. 'House,' Thirteen goes first, clearly unimpressed, 'we're not helping you diagnose Dr. Wilson.'
In the distance, church bells ring. I know I'm not welcome there anymore. In the nearby forest was a weeping willow. The local Lord has ordered to have an axe taken to its trunk. I go and mourn the lady of these woods at the now silent stump.
January 26, 2026 at 4:10 AM
In the distance, church bells ring. I know I'm not welcome there anymore. In the nearby forest was a weeping willow. The local Lord has ordered to have an axe taken to its trunk. I go and mourn the lady of these woods at the now silent stump.
When the night grows lonely, I look up at the stars and begin to recount old tales aloud. I knew these tales back when I first tasted the smoke of my pipe, conjuring fireworks and colourful flames out of thin air to amuse young and old.
January 26, 2026 at 4:10 AM
When the night grows lonely, I look up at the stars and begin to recount old tales aloud. I knew these tales back when I first tasted the smoke of my pipe, conjuring fireworks and colourful flames out of thin air to amuse young and old.
There, on the shore, horses with a tenderly braided mane, enchanting robe and cloven hooves. On the back of one of them, a poor sap, his body bloated by water, his legs halfway fused to the steed. Nothing I can do for him.
January 26, 2026 at 4:10 AM
There, on the shore, horses with a tenderly braided mane, enchanting robe and cloven hooves. On the back of one of them, a poor sap, his body bloated by water, his legs halfway fused to the steed. Nothing I can do for him.
Banshees are wailing in a somber and mournful polyphony. Must have been someone important. I carefully and respectfully wrap the deceased in fabric before carrying them back to my cart. On my way to the next town, I pull on an old pipe half-eaten by fungi.
January 26, 2026 at 4:10 AM
Banshees are wailing in a somber and mournful polyphony. Must have been someone important. I carefully and respectfully wrap the deceased in fabric before carrying them back to my cart. On my way to the next town, I pull on an old pipe half-eaten by fungi.
I get off my cart and go to salute the lavendières, hard at work in a nearby river. They hand me a funerary cloth. I thank them and head towards the badly lit streets of the nearby town. There, in one of the houses, tragedy has struck.
January 26, 2026 at 4:10 AM
I get off my cart and go to salute the lavendières, hard at work in a nearby river. They hand me a funerary cloth. I thank them and head towards the badly lit streets of the nearby town. There, in one of the houses, tragedy has struck.
It has been so long since then. I wonder if the me I was birthed from knows I even exist. If she doesn't, I know it's for the best. For I intimately know my hunger, and know I would be devoured, torn by my own maw, should I be hunter and hunted
January 26, 2026 at 4:09 AM
It has been so long since then. I wonder if the me I was birthed from knows I even exist. If she doesn't, I know it's for the best. For I intimately know my hunger, and know I would be devoured, torn by my own maw, should I be hunter and hunted
'He told me he was a microcelebrity, as he put it, on a website called Tumblr dot com.'
Start there. The last part was unspoken, but it was clear enough, as Will wasted no time bringing his phone up. He had his own blog already, dedicated to his My Little Pony oc, Candy Fisher.
Start there. The last part was unspoken, but it was clear enough, as Will wasted no time bringing his phone up. He had his own blog already, dedicated to his My Little Pony oc, Candy Fisher.
January 26, 2026 at 4:08 AM
'He told me he was a microcelebrity, as he put it, on a website called Tumblr dot com.'
Start there. The last part was unspoken, but it was clear enough, as Will wasted no time bringing his phone up. He had his own blog already, dedicated to his My Little Pony oc, Candy Fisher.
Start there. The last part was unspoken, but it was clear enough, as Will wasted no time bringing his phone up. He had his own blog already, dedicated to his My Little Pony oc, Candy Fisher.
Silence, once more. Distant thunder rumbling and soft autumnal rain, and nothing more.
'I have once treated a patient who admitted to me having a taste for breast milk, Will,' Hannibal resumed his thought.
'I have once treated a patient who admitted to me having a taste for breast milk, Will,' Hannibal resumed his thought.
January 26, 2026 at 4:08 AM
Silence, once more. Distant thunder rumbling and soft autumnal rain, and nothing more.
'I have once treated a patient who admitted to me having a taste for breast milk, Will,' Hannibal resumed his thought.
'I have once treated a patient who admitted to me having a taste for breast milk, Will,' Hannibal resumed his thought.
'It is difficult discerning between learned and innate thoughts. Tell me, Will, this killer you're trying to find. Does their work strike you as childish? Could it be that they are feeding the same hunger that once drove them to cry for their mother's milk?'
January 26, 2026 at 4:08 AM
'It is difficult discerning between learned and innate thoughts. Tell me, Will, this killer you're trying to find. Does their work strike you as childish? Could it be that they are feeding the same hunger that once drove them to cry for their mother's milk?'
'There is seemingly very little innate in us. Yet children know of the idea of devouring their peer. They find it humourous.'
Will Graham paused as Hannibal spoke those words, turning his head towards the doctor.
'Children are not innately cannibals, Dr. Lecter.'
Will Graham paused as Hannibal spoke those words, turning his head towards the doctor.
'Children are not innately cannibals, Dr. Lecter.'
January 26, 2026 at 4:08 AM
'There is seemingly very little innate in us. Yet children know of the idea of devouring their peer. They find it humourous.'
Will Graham paused as Hannibal spoke those words, turning his head towards the doctor.
'Children are not innately cannibals, Dr. Lecter.'
Will Graham paused as Hannibal spoke those words, turning his head towards the doctor.
'Children are not innately cannibals, Dr. Lecter.'
'Because seven ate nine.' Will answered, not bothering to hide his exasperation. 'Is there a point to this?'
'Children learn in great part by mimicking what they see,' Hannibal elaborated as Will resumed his pacing in front of the tall, full shelves.
'Children learn in great part by mimicking what they see,' Hannibal elaborated as Will resumed his pacing in front of the tall, full shelves.
January 26, 2026 at 4:08 AM
'Because seven ate nine.' Will answered, not bothering to hide his exasperation. 'Is there a point to this?'
'Children learn in great part by mimicking what they see,' Hannibal elaborated as Will resumed his pacing in front of the tall, full shelves.
'Children learn in great part by mimicking what they see,' Hannibal elaborated as Will resumed his pacing in front of the tall, full shelves.
'If I did, I would have put you under hypnosis, Will. This is merely a thought.' Hannibal smiled, this barely perceptible smile that was the pinnacle of visible joy for a man of such restraint, so characteristic of him.
January 26, 2026 at 4:08 AM
'If I did, I would have put you under hypnosis, Will. This is merely a thought.' Hannibal smiled, this barely perceptible smile that was the pinnacle of visible joy for a man of such restraint, so characteristic of him.
Now that I think about it maybe it would be a clever move linking my neocities on my socials in general
March 30, 2025 at 10:51 PM
Now that I think about it maybe it would be a clever move linking my neocities on my socials in general