Is it arrogant to like ones fanfic so much to get it printed? No? Good, because that's exactly what I did!
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Is it arrogant to like ones fanfic so much to get it printed? No? Good, because that's exactly what I did!
Featuring a framed picture of yours truly, Thomas Barrow, because it just looks so good on my vintage gallery wall.
Leslie & Irial
Les: Stop with the bedroom eyes, Iri!
Les: Or else...*inserts threat*
Alright, I've got nothing posted on it yet but here is the new Gabriel blog X
an about page will follow.
if subby knew mortal slang and had fb his current status would be
'ya'll my bitches now'
//Me: Grim don't fucking do it
Grim: "But I wanna comment."
Me: Don't. Do. It.
Grim: "I'm gonna do the thing!"
Me: Grim, gdi, no-!
Grim: "Funny that you're going to offer his sons protection now that you've taken it away Irial. I wonder, if Subhoiem comes at you again, which of Alaric's sons will you sacrifice in order to protect yourself and those you care for?"
Smoke on the Water||Closed||thegancanagh and alaricseer
Erika glanced about quickly. She had heard footsteps, and that meant only one thing to her. The return of her tormentor, and the fae was so close to breaking. She wanted the pain to stop, but that meant she had stop fighting. Still to the fae it wasn't an option. She would go down swinging if she had her way. However, she had a knew very well that it wouldn't end that way. Jenny could drown her, as she had been doing for gods knew how long. The fae was drenched and her hair was matted. A door opened and suddenly there was light blinding her due to how dark the room had been, but chains kept her from shielding her eyes.
Meanwhile, Adeline was pacing about her mother's home. Erika hadn't been home in a month, and it worried the fae greatly. Normally, her sister kept in contact with her, or someone else. Normally, she knew where her sister was. But now she didn't. In her desperation she called both Irial and Alaric to the house. perhaps they knew where her sister was.
Atleast, that was her hope.
"Hey, I'm the only one who can sell out my father."