Forever Lost 4 - Darkness From The Swamp
"alrigh' alrigh' this ain' a wedding gurl cummon, we got work to do."
Summer Solstice
He lit some incenses, gave some prayers the grian and aine, and laid down on the couch, breathing in the flagrant smoke into a relaxed sturpor. "can i come in?" cliff asked. murdoch craned his neck, and waved his lover over.
Lonely Oak Chapter 20
"quit'cher whin'n," ritzer muttered, "it ain' _that_ hard. i dunnit before. twice." "yeah," rini piped, "and at your rate you'll do it for a fourth and a fifth and a sixth..."
Hail to the Whale who swears like a ****ing sailor.
Ah ain' one for 'at undead bullshit!" "it's not undead... consider it an awakening of your own shadow." frygus said. "i'm not undead, even when i use my undead stone. you can feel your own strength and power rising."
Darkness and Starlight 26 - The MasterGamer
...guess that means you ain' comin' back home either huh?" "h-home? why would you care?!" "heh...that's a no then?" "what's it to you!?"
Solstice Shenanigans
Murdoch entonated a prayer for aine and grian, and made a libation of orange juice. "no, why you wasted such perfectly good oj!" jayce said dramatically, "never opened, never enjoyed..." "ha!" cliff said, "i got that reference!"
The Clockwork Falcon - part 16: an Unlikely Rescue
Tuck sulked but continued to lead them, "ain' no pub gonna' be honorin' ya' credit, injust as it be."
And With His Many Jagged Teeth 7 - They Walked Through Hellish Lands
"um...you ain' gonna make it." "i can do it." "naw you ain't."
Warm Welcome, Cold Reception
"ah ain' countin' 'till ah see some tongue!" applejack laughed through the giggles of the other ponies.
The Beginning of a New Race: Chapter Four
"ain' notin' you can do bout that now son, not at all." one of the shorter animals spoke. he had curly brown fur with small blotches of black on his head. his ears were long, and they flopped down below his eye level. "he's right.
Tales of the Huntsville Mayors #10- The Two Young Architects
After a quick glance, she launched the ball from beyond the three-point line, hoping to intercept a streaking ain iannizzi (cougar, sf, wil).
Breaking in Modruk: The Date
"it'd ain' really even bein veril's fault none." veril muttered as he trudged along. sulking he slumped his hands in his pockets. he wanted to feel sorry for himself for being out like this but even lying wouldn't do any good.