



Supernova
I'm about to explode. [red giant!Sol centered - angst(?)]
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Fandom Characters
1Story written from fan to fan (Does Planetary Moe have fans? SAMPLE YOURSELF) non-profit and blah blah blah, you already know. PM doesn't belong to me (unfortunately -q), but to Rosel-D on deviantArt. Yes folks, I know that the Sun is not going to turn into a supernova, but a red giant, I have a minimum of tolerable intelligence and I am not an anencephalic creature with no idea of the world and life. The title was just to give more.... * * impact * *
Story Statistics
Technical Details & Updates
First Published
16 de novembro de 2014
Last Updated
16 de novembro de 2014
Editorial Status
Completed
Language
Português (Brasil)
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