Some Kieran 🌟 cutie 🌟 Duffy pictures.
The one with Arthur looks like a paparazzi pic took by Albert Mason between bushes.
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Some Kieran 🌟 cutie 🌟 Duffy pictures.
The one with Arthur looks like a paparazzi pic took by Albert Mason between bushes.
💊 @notanodriscoll popped a Joy ! ✿❧
💊 semi-plotted starter !
Clutched in either hand are ten pieces of strange cloth. They swirl around so beautifully, glittering about in the candles that stain just about every surface there can be in this eerie, odd house. On the mantelpiece, on the stove, on piles of plates, dressers, even broken door handles that leave the tiniest of places for a small pile of burning wax. Perhaps it were those colorful mushrooms Arthur ingested, yet the stare couldn’t bare look away. It would have been akin to the deepest sin to give anything else a second of attention.
A cold sweat as the sounds of everything else drown. Eyes continue to appease the dark swirls on the linen. Blotches here and there of dark purple, pink, yellow, and green. It kept flowing and swimming; rainbows that shove each other in amazing dances that sift along the pattern the cloth adheres. It almost appeared camouflage under all those hallucinations.
But Arthur was too high to think about that.
“ Co̴l̶ors -- so man̷̖͉̖̄̽̐y̶̱̺̦̎ ̶̜̥̈ ̸̬̽̄̚͘ó̷̲̒̇̉f tĥ̴̨̛̝͉̦̜̭̺͕͊̾͒́̊ẻ̶̖̭̟͗̄̋̓̚͘͝m̸̘̟̙̲̱̼͂̂̄͠.̵̞̮͇̤̩͍̜̕.̶̪͚̮̰̬̥͐.̷̨̯̰̬̗̞̅̎̂͋̌͘͘!̶̧̨̢̰̖͇̤͖͊͜ “ voice is warbled within, brain altering his own state of mind. Mouth grows dry at the thought, albeit its hardly noticed. Too focused on the patterns, colors, and the way out, the side effects and sensations of staring were lost on him. “ It helps me to fo̶r̵g̵e̸t̵.̵͉̰͔̪͚̥̆̌͝ ̸̣̖͕͖͑͝M̴̡̲̼̓̎̑â̸̪͆͂̈̆͑̔͜͠͠y̷̟͔͎̼̼̖̋͝be that’s why I took them. Maybe tḧ̸̹̭͉́͘ä̷̧̐ẗ̴̢̲͙̯̍̕̕'̴̣̦̪̝̊̐̀͝s̸̯͘ ̴̥̥͝w̵̡͙̃̇̋hy I w̴͖̰͎̞̲̺̹̄̈̂͌̇̚a̶̘̟͛nted to forget everything. It’s so ḿ̴̛͍̹̝͒̏̄͌̄͜͝͝ư̵̝̜͉̥̥̼̗͆̊c̵͕̼͎̻͈̩̤͌ͅh̷̡̛̙͕̹̒̓̕ ̶͙̭̠̠̾̒̓͊̔̓͐b̶̡̫̹͚̜̠̱͛̂͗̾̈́͛̚͘ę̸̗͒̈́̔̈͐̈́̎̓͜tter this way... “
I drew this Kieran traditionally and coloured it digitally... And I think I really like it ! Watcha think about it ?
(Just ignore the pointless -and quite ugly- background)
HE 🌟 DESERVED BETTER 🌟
Howdy !
A tiny "not an O'Driscoll" study (this and the others that will follow are my first digital drawings, if you have tips, please I'm all ears !!)
Hope you'll like it ! 🤠
‘ HEY ! O’DRISCOLL ! ’ hollered across camp, whiskey breath and words slurred. he rattles drained bottle, sucked bone dry. ‘ yeah --- YOU, boy. c-c’mere. ’ / @notanodriscoll
❛ do you know how pleased i was when i saw you ? ❜ @notanodriscoll .
she had been lucky, her arm barely grazed by the bullet that had been shot in her direction, obviously trying to cause her serious harm or go for the ultimate end goal, kill her. those god damn o’driscolls. it had only meant to have been a quick trip into valentine to pick up some more medical supplies as she was running low, bickering with arthur after he insisted that he come with her. she supposed now she should be thankful that he accompanied her, merely assuming that if he hadn’t, she could’ve been the one lay dead somewhere, a bullet in her head instead of those o’driscoll boys they encountered.
there’s a ghost of a smirk tugging the corner of her soft lips upwards at the sound of kieran’s words, he was definitely no o’driscoll like he said, he was far too sweet to ever come close to being one of them. ❝ really? ❞ rosanna questions him with the slight hint of amusement, briefly glancing up at him as she continued to wrap the bandage tightly around the graze on her upper arm before securing it in place with a simple knot. ❝ sounds like ya were worried about me— ❞ she stands up from her seat on arthur’s cot, which the cowboy had kindly allowed herself to fix herself up, and takes a few steps towards kieran where she proceeds to playfully give his necktie a gentle tug. ❝ all i did was take a ride into town... but i’m fine, honestly. it took me by surprise, that’s all. besides, they were uncomfortably too close to camp to simply let them go unharmed— or alive, i suppose. ❞
@notanodriscoll asked: “The sound of rain is so nice.”
Rainy Day Sentence Starters || No longer accepting!
“Yeeup...”
What more was there to say? Sitting in a decrepit old house with a copy of himself, chatting about the rain like this was perfectly normal wasn’t a situation he’d been planning for. While he himself seemed worse for wear, this new double took it better.
Better enough to actually be sitting by the window, watching raindrops race down the dirty glass.
Kieran sat down on the window bench opposite his dimensional twin, legs tucking up to himself in a mirror image of the other.
“It sure is nice to listen to...lucky we aren’t out standing in it!” He gives a short laugh, looking at the other him with a soft frown. Is that what he looked like? Half starved and freshly kidnapped wasn’t a good look on anyone, he supposed.
“D’you...want somethin’ to eat?”
😕
Love and Sexuality
😕 Have they ever said ‘I love you’ without meaning it?
I wavered a little bit on this, but I don’t think so. Joanna has a strong desire for love, and while she’s manipulated certain people in the past, I don’t think she’d pretend she actually loved someone because of how much she wants it herself.