***I'll hopefully will be back around here whenever I set up my computer... I miss my normal schedule that I use to have three years ago... 😭***
URL was once the-woe-maidens and possessed-by-a-witch and Daniela-Dani-Dimitrescu
She/Her. Asexual/Aegosexual Lesbian. In love with Ellie/Deadite Ellie from Evil Dead Rise. Wicked shy and most likely will never talk to anyone online or offline.
This can be a RP account. I've RPed before. This page use to be an RP page. But it's also just a page of randomness. Showing my love of Alyssa Sutherland, Ellie Bixler, Deadite Ellie, Evil Dead Rise, Queen Asluag, Kathryn Hahn, Agatha Harkness, Rhea Ripley, WWE, Resident Evil Village, Lady Dimitrescu, her daughters: Bela, Cassandra and Daniela, Donna and Angie Beneviento, Mia Winter and Mother Miranda. As well as any other things that I may like, love or adore.
I sometimes tag spoilers, and I sometimes don't. Any gifs or pics are not mines unless stated.
I'm a wicked shy girl online and offline. Not much of a talker. But if you start talking about things I like/love, I may start talking more then I would normally do...
I know what you think of me. You think I’m just a doll. A doll that’s pink and light. A doll you can arrange any way you like. You’re wrong. Very wrong. What you think of me is only a ghost of time.
I am dangerous. And I will show you just how dark I can be.
When Black Manta blasts Arthur and Mera in Sicily, Arthur immediately reaches over to Mera to see if she’s okay. Then when Manta blasts them again, Arthur pushes Mera behind him to take the full force of the blast.
And this has nothing to do with Arthur thinking Mera needs saving. He does this because he’d let himself be hurt before he’d let her be hurt. Arthur lives with guilt every day over his mother’s death, and as a result he doesn’t want anyone dying or being hurt because of him ever again. That’s why the boat scene between him and Mera is so important. Arthur feels so much, and it pains him to see anyone getting hurt on his behalf. He’d let himself be hurt or killed a million times before he’d let Mera or anyone else die for him.
Theodora was still talking. She was talking about Bertrand, her previous apprentice. He was a saint. He never gave her any trouble whatsoever. He was a decent person who never gave anyone reason to lose any sleep. He’d end up married to a wonderful woman and have very charming children, while I languished alone and lonely. I sat in my towel and agreed that was likely.
This drawing was pretty much abandoned at birth so years latter I come back and try finish what I started but I know it has all the reasons to hate me.