some girl

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Bananun??! Is anyone alive??

I beg you, I need to discuss au with them 😭😭

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gays

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gay.

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My best girlfriend let me make Lana and Mary Eunice in the tomodachi life. And they became a couple literally two minutes later. LMAOF. Stay tuned for screenshots...

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hear me out: my idea for a fic

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Hi everyone, I'm going to draw again. Hehehe >:DD

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SKETCHING LITTLE CREATION OF EVIL (but actually it's very sweet inside😭😭)

sometimes i just can't draw because i never get it. Is the drawing getting better, or have i overdone it?? (I redrew her nose an infinite times)

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sketch is a little too late with this trend (and ship). I'll finish it someday 🙏🙏

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Girlfriends!! <33

I love them sm:,,)

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freedom

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i love them so much

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the queen and the witch

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hotgomery professor AU bc i love them so so much

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I'm gay

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my first successful sketch in 10 years. I don't know 😭

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I’m love them

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hotgomery, my beloved

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wake up, Mary

The ward smelled disgustingly of something like alcohol or iodine with gauze, and the terrible state of the local space wanted to hope for the best. A corner blooming with yellow mold in the ceiling itself, near the glass skylight, loud cries of patients behind the walls and tasteless oatmeal. How lucky Eunice doesn't have to eat this.

The windows dully let in the rays of the sun, somehow illuminating the room and the girl lying on the bed.

Lana Winters has settled into an uncomfortable chair, her back hunched over, but this is not what worries the kind soul at all. Mary was admitted to the hospital building of the mental hospital almost three weeks ago.

The girl fell from the stairs straight down onto the cold tiles, or rather, she was deliberately thrown out of there by the «kindest» father.

Perhaps he calmed his resentful nature, felt like a hero, relieving Briercliffe of his problems with the devil, but the young man did not take one thing into account. He almost took the life of the nun herself.

Praise the Lord, not deprived

So devoted to Mary that she whispered an apology when his strong hands grabbed his wrists. She whispered through tears and nuns spreading over her face, red from the coming hysteria.

I'm so tired. I should be going.

Her phrase is barely audible to Timothy through all the sniffing, but he is already nodding, reassuring the blonde with a promise. Instead of helping, he looked into blue eyes before tossing a light body over the railing.

She managed to look at him, hope burned like a candle to the last. Even that couple of seconds of flight. What a pity that the light is dying out.

And Lana was below. Stood, not having time to run ... not having time to pass more, at first glance, several steps. Everything around freezes with the sound of a rough fall of flesh.

I'm not ready.

Shahat looks over her into those watery eyes, the color of a raging ocean, but Mary shakes her head again, so tired. She hears Lana's screams, hears her swearing at the priest on the floors above, promising the worst to their office.

Winters would have done the same to him herself, but now the older girl is holding a thin blouse over her knees in order to quickly escape to the first floor.

McKee is lying right there. Her arms are spread apart in different directions, and her body is painfully bent towards the left rib.

Breathing lingers a little with open lips in her lungs as Lana is no longer walking so hurriedly. What if she hurts with her harshness, or maybe Mary is just dead?

Salty drops glisten in front of the journalist's eyes as Eunice exhaled quietly. A glance at the nun's chest was enough. Her heart is still beating.

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- Jude promised that she would return my documents next week, - The hoarse tone of the brunette can be heard in the room almost echoing, - And then she promised to give yours too ... if you want to leave.

Lana strokes her ivory knuckles and sighs. Winters hopes the nun hears every news:

- I'm not leaving, believe me. I'll wait for you to give me a kiss,- A slight smile trembles at the corners of her lips as the journalist allows herself to sob. Tears accumulate on brown eyes, clinging to the eyelashes with a film and make it difficult to focus the gaze on the peaceful blonde.

Her Mary breathes quite calmly. Arden took the oxygen machine only two days ago, pointing out the improvement in lung function.

She can handle it. We can handle it.

The sun illuminates the nun's fair skin, rough curves of the chin and nose with bright light. She literally shines, or maybe such an impression is created by the angle or the weather outside, or it's just dust particles noticeably present in the air, but now a real angel is sleeping in front of Winters.