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1. Favourite eye colour?
Any color: red
Natural color: purple
2. Dogs or cats?
Kitties <3
3. Favourite book?
I don’t have a favorite
4. Fire or ice?
Ouuch a hard one.. both? My element is fire, but ice is awesome too, I can’t decide :(
5. Favourite fruit?
Mmh probably apple? I don’t eat fruit so often
6. Sun or moon?
Moon
7. A headcanon for your favourite character?
(I don’t know who is my favorite character orz)
8. Your favourite quote?
“Distance to love is like the wind to a flame; It extinguishes the small and ignites the great”.
9. If you could choose your own name, what would it be?
I like my rl name, and any of my nicknames would be great too but people would know think I’m a weirdo lol
10. Black or white?
Both <3
11. A random fact about yourself
My brasier is killing me right now
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How long have you been in tumblr?
What was the first show/anime/cartoon/etc that made you fangirl?
Dream carreer?
Any plans for the near future?
Which was your first OTP?
Are you obssessed with something right now?
Do you get bored or you have too much stuff to do?
Which one do you think is worse: ignorance or indifference?
And Clifford and Molly Makes...Um, Four: Happy Hunting
Another Clifford fic/drabble, also featuring Molly. For Secrets4theunderground who kindly gave me permission to turn her Paric Easter head canon into a fanfic. Again, not going to be posted on ff.net but I hope you like :)
If you don’t like Clifford, don’t read!
Happy Hunting
“The bastard’s done it again,” Pam grumbled, looking under her bed. She stood up and surveyed the room with her hands on her hips, “Honestly, you leave the room for five minutes…”
She caught sight of the basket near her door with a note attached. She snatched the note off the basket and narrowed her eyes as she read it: Happy Hunting, E.
“I’ll kill him,” she muttered, stalking out of the room.
“Where is he?” Pam demanded, making Molly jump as she stalked into the lounge room.
Molly removed her head phones, “Who? Eric?”
“Who else?”
Molly shrugged, “I haven’t seen him.”
Clifford looked up from where he was lounging on the couch next to Molly and wagged his tail. Pam cocked her head to the side, “Have you seen him?” she asked.
Clifford barked once and jumped off the couch, Pam followed him as he trotted out of the room. Molly watched them go as she replaced her head phones and contemplated whether or not she should warn Eric, before deciding it would probably be safer to stay out of the way.
Besides, he probably deserved whatever he was about to get.
Pam opened the door to Eric’s study with more force than necessary, “There you are.”
Eric looked a trifle guilty as he looked up, “Where are all my shoes?” she demanded.
Eric looked at Clifford who was watching him expectantly, “Traitor,” he muttered.
Pam raised her eyebrows, “Well?”
“I hid them,” Eric replied evenly, “didn’t you get my note?” he asked innocently.
Pam narrowed her eyes.
“It’s tradition,” Eric told her with a shrug, “besides, I thought you liked holiday traditions.”
Pam glared at him in silence as he gazed guilelessly back; “I hate you,” Pam muttered finally, stalking off.
Eric smirked, “That’s not what you said last night.”
“Good luck getting a repeat of that any time soon,” she shot back over her shoulder.
Eric’s smirk turned into a grin as he watched her go, “Such passion,” he teased.
“Shut up.”
It took Pam the better part of the evening to find all of her shoes, even with the help of Clifford and a conscripted Molly. She then spent the rest of the evening ignoring her Maker.
He did this to her every Easter in retaliation for her decorating the house; not that she’d gotten around to that this year, making this time especially irritating.
“I don’t want to see you,” she said flatly, without turning around as she continued to pack away her shoes.
Eric ignored her comment and quietly placed a shoebox next to her. Pam glared down at it, “This isn’t going to work, not this time,” she informed him, turning back to her task.
Eric nudged the box closer to her with his foot, “Just open it, please.”
Pam gave a dramatic sigh and did as she was bid. She blinked as she pulled out a pair of pink pumps, not just any pink pumps: her favourite pair.
“I thought they were ruined,” she breathed, running her hands lovingly over the shoes.
“It took quite a bit of work, but I got them fixed for you,” he explained softly, “I just never got around to giving them back to you.”
Pam looked up at him, “Thank you.”
He smiled, “You’re welcome.”
Pam’s expression hardened, “But if you hide my shoes again, I’ll stake you.”
Eric laughed, “Deal.”
~*~*~
Yeah, I couldn't resist throwing in the famous pumps :P
Molly is finally listed in the character filters for True Blood, which means I could filter my new story for Secrets4theunderground properly. If you would like to read an aside to my S5/6 AUs, feel free to check it out: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/9993978/1/Some-Vampires-Do-Have-Them
My other Eric/Molly story is also now filtered properly: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/9701925/1/Rock-Paper-Scissors-Lizard-Spock
"About Me": I am a sweet and caring individual who loves most sherlock related things, paric, old classics (such as the late great Marilyn Monroe), and mostly anything Disney. Oh and I write amazing fan fictions! (Thank you for being amazing person)
*dies in a ball of warm and fuzziness* That’s so sweet, thank you!! xx
