The Bluffs | Leisure Day.
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The Bluffs | Leisure Day.
Six Sentence Sunday: Saw this, and thought I’d give it a whirl, I guess? Ah, you know that really bad first-ever non-con frostmaster fic I probably shouldn’t be working on but have been anyway? Well, uhhh here’s a little um sneak peak:
Loki felt the stares like needles on his skin, prickling, poking, and he closed his own eyes against it all, curling against the glass, tucking his knees to his chest.
Your birthright was to die.
Cast out on a frozen rock.
Loki felt himself shiver, though not from the cold (hot, it was hot, and getting worse).
And if Loki could speak, he didn’t know if he would have laughed or screamed or cried.
And perhaps his silence was for the best.
I am so sorry, this ah, probably isn’t what anyone wanted but uh...oops...
*literally a mental four-year-old reliving a traumatic event
How great is spring though? Sitting on the deck chairs suddenly looks less odd!
Should I do big dump posts of all my old sketchbook stuff of my ocs dating back to like, mid way though last year
🌹 for the wip game
<3 From the WIP I worked on today:
Joe doesn’t let it show that he’s unnerved at all. “Is that you hinting that you want an invitation to my upcoming exhibition? It’s black tie, you know.”
why oh why oh why, is there not a transcript of Eisenhower’s speech about psychological warfare?
c’mon America, surely someone wrote it down
asking for an un-knowledgeable British undergrad