give me a word that refers to things that have to do draconequi

the best i could get was draconequine *shrug*

helps find mistakes

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

YAAAAASS

/ˈkoilē/
adverb
adverb: coyly

1. in an outwardly shy or modest way intended to be alluring.: "she smiles coyly for the camera".
2. in a way that shows reluctance to give details about something regarded as sensitive.: "he coyly withheld his candidacy".

HOLY PERFECT WORD
NEVER A WORD MORE PERFECT TO DESCRIBE HOW SOMEONE SAID SOMETHING
THIS IS
EXACTLY WHAT I WANTED??
I THOUGHT IT MIGHT BE OFF A BIT AND I COULDN’T THINK OF A BETTER ONE BUT NOPE
PERFECT

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i've prolly said that 1000 times
anyway
i don't think this'll be done by tomorrow
sorry Ixu :/

hoh mah gaaawd
this is hiiimm

this is his soooong

i need to write

and then fix up something else i was writing bcuz it's gonna become a sequel to what i'm currently writing oh dear God in heaven save me i can't fucking do anything right

not just a few he could hold back

a fucking flurry is coming

So my stomach has been hurting since a bit after lunch so I've been lying down and not working like fuk may lyfe

both for journaling inspiration

story submitted

aaAAAHHH

delicious salty bois

I had to write about salty bois
and I made someone steal someone else’s fries >:3

u’ll see

should be up in the next month or soo

>should write this down
>dream-self dubbed them “Scrubby bugs”
>wtaf

>should also draw pictures of them like they’d make a good story

hoping to get to closer to 600 before I go to b ed

and if I don't that's fine

and if I add more when I should really be sleeping t h a t 's f i n e

all i'm good for is writing trash

bad trash like

i'm a garbage writer and all i write is trash anyway

like murp

I need to be more careful

help i didn't want to write celestia/luna tension bUT I DID HELP

IN WHICH I ASSESS THE DAMAGE

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She says she holds sway over the moon and stars, and I don’t doubt it. Instead, I tell her of my affection for the night, and how I had hoped to meet whomever brought it about. She smiles and tells me that not many other ponies share my sentiment whilst glancing at the pearl mare beside her.

The pearl mare introduces herself and the other mare. Apparently, they are sisters. Sisters who control the heavens. Knowing my place, I bow to both, though lower to she of the night.

so i'm sick

again

why am i always sick wtff

anyway i'm sick and tired

and i need to write and draw and oh my glob someone save me from the hell that is coughing and runny noses