A digitally manipulated image of a paper collage: "Ta-da! My photo-bombing exploits"
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A digitally manipulated image of a paper collage: "Ta-da! My photo-bombing exploits"
I can't partake in quizzes for Nicole's love type cause they are do far put of character, so I will describe a relationship with Nicole.
Nicole is a feral animal that has wondered into your home, just act natural and leave the damn door open. The moment you lock her in, she will go insane, bite your throat out, and trash your house, trying to get out. If you lock her out, she will sit at the bottom of your path and wait as long as she needs, growing hungrier by the minute until suddenly you're the prisoner in your own home.
If you want rid of her, be boring. If you engage, you will encourage her behaviour further.
Pros:
Security guard/ medic/ translator/ assistant all in one
Will fix/replace all your problems
Is down for anything anytime
Biggest silent supporter
Passionate af
Cons:
Stalking
Will murder your problems
Commitment issues
So many secrets
Will dissappear for weeks/months/years
Your chances of being kidnapped, tortured, and/or murdered have become inevitable
She will never get married, move in, or invite you to her parents' house. Unless she has roped you in as part of her undercover, then you can travel the world with her whilst she carries out hits, and that's about as fluffy as it gets, I'm afraid.
" from the depths of your heart "
from the depths - honesty meme
He didn't want to say it. To confess this thing was to be committing a sin against his beloved Lestat. This god amongst mere men. Savior to him especially. All Antoine had wanted, especially since their reunion, was to protect the man in everything he was. Flesh and feelings. Still as they sat here he felt a twist in his gut when asked to divulge this secret thing. Thankfully Antoine hardly had a mean bone in his body. Certainly none towards his maker. Uncomfortable he moves in his chair and leans across the table to hold the man's smooth hands in his own, thumbs stroking the back of them gently,
"I hope you'll forgive me, truly. You know I would never, ever do anything to purposefully harm you." Except for that one night, well over a hundred years ago. They did not discuss that and never in depth. Lestat's knuckles are pulled to his lips for a kiss ever soft and light. Setting his hands down again, "I feel ill. Even thinking of telling you this. Lestat, beloved, from the depths of this heart of mine..."
Here it is. He had to remember to breathe. "I hated that gold trimmed and threaded green coat of yours. The one you often paired with that burgundy vest. As dashing as you are, as handsome, I thought that coat in particular was the ugliest thing in your wardrobes." So small, but his accent jumps out now, "Mon dieu! I prayed endlessly that something, anything would happen to it. A terrible stain, singed on a flame, something. Anything at all! I never had the heart to tell you how I dreaded that coat. Oh, but your happiness meant so much to me. How you would smile and flaunt it all around town." A dramatic sigh and a squeeze to the gentle joints. Continuing this pouring of his heart that was so light yet heavy to him. This 'criminal' confession he had been holding all of these years. Shaking those heavy black locks,
"I feel cursed. I was digging through my own things that had been salvaged from a trunk of mine that some witch had dug up- and there it was! The damn thing has followed me. Dear heart, I despise it. Please- allow me to get rid of it."
It's weird having a crackship. Characters that would not have interacted ever, the actors haven't even done so, the only thing they have in common is that you've put them together in your brain.
Shadow Moon being Brianna Fraser's husband and father of her children but Roger is there to protect a perceived-single woman because Shadow doesn't have control over his demigodness, he has to travel through time and can't be there for his children.
Also Elena gilbert ends up traveling back to that time and Claire becomes her surrogate mom.
Ok so-
On wattpad (and ao3 when its back up) I have a steve prompt list that I do March 1st until the Spring Equinox.
I call it the Steve Equinox!
Feel free to join in with writing or art or whatever you want to do within the rules-
Adandum to 6- any form of writing or drawing ir-
any firm of ART
JUST NO AI
So.. with this being a tad late.
@dracl-dragon here the list is!
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(Its being released day-by-day elsewhere but here's the full list!)
The prompts: (no fancy- image just copy pasted from my note list)
closed starter for @onwillpowr
"I think she's up again," Arlo whispered as the all too familiar sound of their daughters cries rang from the baby monitor. The transition of her sleeping in her nursery rather than their bedroom was not going well. All the books Arlo read said it's important to let them cry it out but those heartless authors didn't have to listen to her needy cries. "I'll get up," he whispered stroking Kat's cheek hoping she wouldn't try and talk him out of it.
felicitations! im the sacabambapsid it/its
this is where i post the evil drawings i make based on prompts from my most beautiful and splendid evil wife ᛒᛅᚾᛏᛁᛏ᛫ᛁᚢᚾᚬ which she gives me to enact when i am in various states of inebriation. she helps sometimes too
also going to accumulate my favorite awesome drawings of girls in cute situations here
im not a tgirl but i belief in their beliefs
if you dont belief in tgirl beliefs i am going to kill you with a rock so kindly go away unless you want me to kill you with a rock
if you have a suggestion i might draw it if it is really good but mostly unless youre my wife i dont care sorry
nyaaaaaaaaaaa