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Daily something number 317
November 3rd, 2017
Part 1 of 3
Early cause deadlines are scary XD

Entry for CORV0ID 's Dta/Wta Troll Ladies! [OPEN]

The winner was Fadtrolls
I didn't know if I should tag but uh might as well?

I might reuse the idea I had for her on a different fantroll thooooo~

Istane (on the right) got one look at Manyon (left durr) and was completely and udderly gone in a tidal wave of flushed feelings.
The way she managed to smile at everyone, get money from them getting drunk, and still remain in control and alive was a miracle. Not like her smile wasn't miracle or enough. Or the cheerful spring in her step. Or how her hair seemed to dance to a melody Istane would give anything to hear...
'Oh dear', Istane thought, knowing fullwell that she normally wasn't prone to thinking in figurative language or anything but facts really. 'I got it bad...'
But when her flushcrush got used to her presence in her establishemtna and actually didn't laugh at her wobbly attempts at socializing, she had to disagree with her past self.
'Maybe I do have it good'.
The small peck on her lips settled it, as well as ten large swarms of flutterbeasts in her protein sac.
'Totally do'.

Description
Daily something number 317
November 3rd, 2017
Part 1 of 3
Early cause deadlines are scary XD

Entry for CORV0ID 's Dta/Wta Troll Ladies! [OPEN]

The winner was Fadtrolls
I didn't know if I should tag but uh might as well?

I might reuse the idea I had for her on a different fantroll thooooo~

Istane (on the right) got one look at Manyon (left durr) and was completely and udderly gone in a tidal wave of flushed feelings.
The way she managed to smile at everyone, get money from them getting drunk, and still remain in control and alive was a miracle. Not like her smile wasn't miracle or enough. Or the cheerful spring in her step. Or how her hair seemed to dance to a melody Istane would give anything to hear...
'Oh dear', Istane thought, knowing fullwell that she normally wasn't prone to thinking in figurative language or anything but facts really. 'I got it bad...'
But when her flushcrush got used to her presence in her establishemtna and actually didn't laugh at her wobbly attempts at socializing, she had to disagree with her past self.
'Maybe I do have it good'.
The small peck on her lips settled it, as well as ten large swarms of flutterbeasts in her protein sac.
'Totally do'.