I was explaining something about ballas to my mom and she said "I'm suddenly thinking about fedoras"
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I was explaining something about ballas to my mom and she said "I'm suddenly thinking about fedoras"

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replayed new war the other day. completely reignited my hatred for this loser
OH. Ok so these are *ABSOLUTELY* Tuval, Ballas & Nitokh
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Heracles was only 8 when he was rescued from the Zariman, and I like to think Ballas manipulated that to his advantage to look like a kind father-figure of sorts as far as the public was concerned ( ironically, he’d tormeted Heracles real father for years before he died ). He took Heracles under his wing and generally tolerated his existence to make himself look good but it still ended as terribly as you’d imagine.
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Un Jardín Espinoso
[Nuevo Fanfic de Warframe]
Dos criaturas rotas —un emperador caído y una Tenno que aprendió a odiar antes de aprender a amar— obligadas a compartir un mismo cuerpo, un mismo pulso, un mismo dolor.
Ella quiso matarlo. Él quiso poseerla. Ninguno consiguió lo que quería.
Lo que encontraron, en cambio, fue una frecuencia compartida entre el monstruo y su verdugo: un jardín de espinas donde ambos aprendieron, a sangre y fuego, que la supervivencia requiere de la capacidad para transformar el cuerpo y la mente.
¿Quién es el dueño del amor, cuando ni siquiera se es dueño de la propia piel?
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