River

Who knows at this point Reading, Writing, Crochet

[planetnoelani]

Poodle fic pt 3 is underway

Blame my friends who don’t listen when I say something is complete

Or thank them depending on the 78 people who liked pts 1 and 2

[saiintval]

Is anyone interested in rendering all the hair in my drawings for the rest of time bc this shit sucks

[planetnoelani]

That moment when you realize you need to start marketing

My best attempt at marketing is just posting part of the short story (written by me) that inspired the book I’m writing

Olive sat at the police station surrounded by scary noises and detectives all with flashing badges and accusatory questions. She was upset. No matter how many times she asked questions, no one volunteered any information. Slowly she turned her head to the only window in the precinct watching the iron gray water crash against the side of the building. She knew there were mermaids in there.

An hour later the small girl sat in the interrogation room, head downcast towards the table. Sitting next to her was a crocheted doll made out of several types of yarn. Big green buttons for the eyes. Two detectives stood on the other side of the glass. They studied her.

“We could let her go Beetle.” The younger one said. He was staring down at the case file in his hands. “There is no correlation between her and the murders. You’re really grasping at straws here.”

Beau (Beetle) Miller was the best detective in the area. She shook her head a fraction of an inch. The frown on her face ever growing. “No. There is a connection. I know there is. 25 girls are dead Reid. I will not fail to save another.” Reid knew better to argue when she was like this. Hyper focused on a case and not worried at all who was caught in the crossfire. He watched as Beetle stormed into the interrogation room. Faltering only slightly when the little girl looked up at her with beautifully green eyes.

[planetnoelani]

AFTG thought of the day

My least favorite part of all for the game is when Nicky dies 😔