the new one
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Ongoing8m
Last published Wed, Jan 5, 2022
darlings, ich weiß das dass hier keiner lesen wird (traurig aber ok )
aber vielleicht ist das ja halb so schlimm weil ich dann save bin ;)
zur story
ich hab eigentlich noch keine Ahnung was ich schreiben will ob eher so one-shot oder eher in Richtung lange Geschichte ( sorry, aber meine Grammatik is in dem Satz scheiße (ich weiß) aber ich lass es damit man keine Ahnung, damit einem nicht so langweilig wird :))
egal
ich hab vor eine Geschichte (wenn du weißt was ich mein 18+ u know)
zu schreiben da ich keine Hobbys habe und schwul bin (und single, ja schon traurig ne ach egal komm wir machen )
so also in der Geschichte geht es um merlin und Arthur
denn rest kann man sich ja dann denken wenn nicht dann les das einfach noch mal durch ( nur so als tipp)
und falls dann immer noch nicht dann hilft dir das vielleicht weiter
boyXboy 18+
so ich hoffe ich konnte helfen :)
ooo ja das beste kommt zum Schluss es wir modern
i don't own merlin ok i am not the BBC ok
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