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"Alvin is your name, isnt it? I'm here to talk to you about Harold."
“Anderson,” he stresses. All three eyes stare unblinkingly at visitor, analyzing. He does not face them full-on and keeps himself closed off.
“Don’t get your hopes up. I’m not giving him over.”
celestial-cataclysm replied to your post
No, darling! I am Art! ~Divine Art~ actually
“... oh.
“Y... You’re not going to replace my paint with bodily fluids and force me to fight off mannequins that resemble my relatives, are you?”
celestial-cataclysm replied to your post “the curse of having J. Law as Anderson’s faceclaim is that there are...”
hmm maybe it could be for a wholesome anders au (if it exists) where he finds love? tho that still depends if he's asexual in that au or not
his asexuality depends on his lack of attraction. idk what the hell he has in terms of drive, though i suspect if he had any, it’s going towards breaking jawbones and crushing windpipes i guess
he’ll only be intimate if he trusts his partner enough, and even then it will take a lot of effort
celestial-cataclysm replied to your post “the curse of having J. Law as Anderson’s faceclaim is that there are...”
technically you have wheelchair!anders too from gattaca, right?
ah yes,
sadly a huge lack of AI: Artificial Intelligence icons
celestial-cataclysm replied to your post: curiouscompanions: “…Ouch. I am about to feel bad...
Don’t let go of hope now. You are stronger than this.
“Thank you, strange paradoxical entity whom I’ve never met before.”
Vague yet not menacing voice: ‘ i’ll read you a story. would you like that? ’
Marlise had forgotten how miserable it was to be bedridden by sickness. She had always dealt with chronic coldness and back strains and mundane sorts of pain that she could push aside and ignore. This was different. She was anchored to her bed with a piercing headache and intense body aches. She was so ill she couldn’t think straight.
“S... Sure....” she mumbled. “Why not...”
How is life nowadays, dear? Are you still busy painting?
Mar isn’t startled by Icarus’ sudden entrance, not looking up from her book.
“I’ve painted quite a few recently. I gave a big piece to one of my best friends as a going-away present...
“How are you? Dramatic as always?”
celestial-cataclysm replied to your post
Try again
“A Lovecraftian monster that has stalked me for years without me ever knowing?”
