…All I can imagine when I think of the human embodiment of FFA is a lesbian tentacle monster constantly arguing with itself.
I googled Merry Gentry and I am sad that it’s not [a] tale of the jolly adventures of landed Englsh people.
At luminous dawn, I enter the family abode.
"Whilst and howbeit that thou will commit thyself to a meritorious and incorruptible existence?" cries my progenitor. Sayest I, "Yea, cherished ancestor, my compatriots and I live not propitiously, it is true. It is wholly undeniable that we demoiselles cast about for that which is boisterous and convivial. Yes, for amusements of the highest order."
And when in the gloom of the witching hour a ring sounds throughout the domicile, my begetter cries, “What undertaking, what contrivance drives your existence?” Say I, “Beloved sire, you remain my cardinal preoccupation. Still, unquestionably, damsels like myself thirst for the frolicsome. Maidens yearn for the riotous and jocund!”
They just wanna, they just wanna…
capping this partially because I really want “go full Ulillillia” to become a thing.
CTHULHU HATE NIGHT VALE
Scenes from a sequel to FFA’s last MCU fic.