Oh no... I just got a Dreamy in LINE Monster Farm it's an absolute killing machine and it's super fuckin cute. I wasn't counting on this becoming a new favorite monster.
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Oh no... I just got a Dreamy in LINE Monster Farm it's an absolute killing machine and it's super fuckin cute. I wasn't counting on this becoming a new favorite monster.
i like them
need to trust that if someone has a problem with something i've said or done, they'll confront me and let me know.
worrying and tearing myself up wondering if it's my fault or wondering what i did wrong helps no one; either i'll be communicated with and can worry about it then, or it's not an issue so i shouldn't worry about it
and if there is a problem but it isn't communicated to me? then it is not my fault for not knowing about it
One step closer to my altar goals. After many years spent searching for a reproduction of Le Génie du Mal that I was happy with, and some trouble with my initial package, this arrived today.
Starting this blog from scratch with things I like
'Illumine 2', charcoal and acrylic on gessoed wood, 8 x 10 in', 2020
Illumine by wanhedawriter
Chapter One Excerpt:
Looking at Malfoy, she discerned a look she knew all too well as of late.
Loneliness.
It was a feeling that often crept from the deep depths of despair. A predator circling a mouse, waiting for the kill. Loneliness greeted Hermione like it was an old friend, and not in a comforting sort of way. By looking at Draco Malfoy, she saw the same sort of look in his eyes. She suspected this wasn’t the first time he felt this way.
When the pair attended Hogwarts, she sometimes caught his eye by accident in their later years, and remember seeing the sullen and sad eyes picking at his food during meals. It had to have been lonely being the only child of two Death Eaters.
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