He couldn't keep me out there to spoil everything for him.
the collector is nothing more than a dummy dunker. i mean yah, the murders he did are the worst things to be done to anything resembling a human, but it was fake.
HT Dewitt, Howard Tech Dewitt, Murderer
"spare the rod, spoil the child... bad blood will out... spare the rod, spoil the child... bad blood will out..." father chanted this as he raised the rod above his head for a second time.
Ander, Anthro, Clean, Fox, Novel, Story, Wolf
You think i'm spoiling him?"
hannah laughs. "spoiling? no. i know your friend. that is spoiling a familiar. i was just musing how you don't treat him as a familiar, but rather as an adoptive son."
"well in some regards he somewhat is.
Alien, Fortune telling, Fox, Future, Kitsune, Magic, Space
"spare the rod, spoil the child... bad blood will out... spare the rod, spoil the child... bad blood will out..." father chanted this as he raised the rod above his head for a second time.
Ander, Clean, Laura, Markus, Novel, Serial, Story, flashback, sarah
Just remember to keep eating them before they spoil and replace what you eat! obviously, you should start by eating your perishables such as bread, any cooked meat or food you might have, and fruit.
information
Partly the reason she was awake so early was so she could spoil herself in the morning grooming. taking the betterment of an hour as she became a bubbled mess only to wash it off, and become a vaguely different shade of bubbles, to also wash off.
Fox, SFW
She is just as spoiled as the rest of them. i always will feel a hatred building inside of me. after my parents died i was a know one, has-been, alone. then a guy found me on a straight looking for stuff in a garbage can.
Or the king will have you as his spoil.
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scream and cry
hiss and fly.
the second you pause
is the second you die.
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lead the king away
away from your family dear.
chase the king and queen of snakes away
or they will have you as their next meal.
Cobra, Death, Fighting, Mongoose, Poem, Serpent, Snake, enemies
spoiled, you'll not spare the rod.
all of them to you are toys,
little girls or little boys.
as for those now in between?
beat them senseless. make them keen.
heed my words now, sharp as blades.
Anger, Poem
Everything she can find in her yard, she glues to her husbands face, and when she runs out of room there, she moves to the bed, the bedroom floor, spoiling the carpet with dirt and tree bark.
Garden, Non-Anthro, Vain Wife