Dan, you are a witch in the Cupcake Universe - we all know you wear a school girl outfit irl when you draw - what is your domain like? Who or what populates it? What are your rules? For what would you provide boons? What is your attitude towards the Templars? The other witches?
My domain is a city-sized wooden library filled with the meh-to-okay-tier manga of all possible universes. You can read anything you like, but it's not going to be that good.The domain is empty of denizens except a few lazy maids (who dust a few useful aisles and leave the rest to be slowly reclaimed by nature) and a couple bored magical girls who are just passing through (presumably on the way to a dimension with better reading material). Those who stop by and offer fanart or cute magical girl duckface selfies will be rewarded with some pretty decent tea, comfy room. and unlimited pretty-okay cakes. The maids will also do your laundry and help you find any meh-to-okay comic you might be looking for.Templar and other witches don't bother with this place. It's not worth the trouble.
LEFT HAND: lecher's glove RIGHT HAND: suspicious daggerLecher's Glove: Doubles base steal rate, Triples chance to steal enemy armour.Suspicious dagger: Striking enemy from the back has chance to charm.
What happens inside the body of a musclehorn when she makes a really heavy lift? In her mind?
Her muscles burn with the ancient memory of her line: open fields, tall grass, grand cities scooped out of stone by strong, himehorn hands. She racks the bar. She sits. She sits and rests and the sweat pours off the arms and the back and the chest she has used to lift and rests her arms on her knees and does not lift again. A haremhorn unfolds a towel and makes to wipe her down but stops. She knows. The sweat will dry. But the tears never will.Perhaps the heaviest weights we we lift are our feels
"Don't squeeze too hard or you'll break the eggs inside 'em." || So that was the mysterious liquid leaking from the hornmother. Wait, infection AND death? ...that feast is actually a funeral, isn't it? With the full entourage of mourning haremhorns?
And there murderer is sleeping right there in the motherhorn's nest...! Please! Nohorn please go! PLEASE GO WHY DO YOU KEEP BULLYING US ;~~~;