Holly's Art Sideblog

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portrait of the artist as an insufferable cunt

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Courtly Intrigue

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Pencil drawings of me and N :)

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forever and ever, until the sun explodes

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purple people eaters

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on that queen shit

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Til death do us part

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It was here, cowering from the shouts of the distant soldiers in the dark recesses of the cave, that Gisa realized it. That the simpering, pathetic creature currently smearing blood and snot and tears across her filthy gambeson was exactly the type of woman she had been secretly craving in the shrivelled, hardened thing that passed for her heart. Watching Feather cry in pain, mewling in between ragged, half-choked gasping breaths, something deep inside stirred. She swallowed hard, hoping the witch was too distraught to touch her thoughts. I want to care for her. Nurse her back to health. And then, when she's finally well, I want to hurt her so bad we get to do it all over again.