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hey sorry i haven’t been active. i currently have an on and off relationship with art block because it doesn’t want to break up with me lol
anyway here’s an oc yall can suggest names if you want
"Right here on the bed,I'm gonna watch you this time'
“I masturbated to the thought of you.” Good do it again
1. hAPPY BIRTHDAY I LOVE YOU SO MUCH
2. No don't do that you literally said you don't want presents
☆ Guess whos birthday it is bitches ☆
Yes, my birthday is actually on April fools day. As a gift to me everyone follow Sam.
i don’t know if this is just an anxiety/autism thing but i struggle to play multiple choice games and prefer to watch the full play through on YouTube so I know for sure that i haven’t missed anything, does anyone else do this?
Through Cold Stone
Words: 499
It was a cold, dark morning of 1976. The clouds plumed high above oppressively: they folded over each other as if in thick rivulets of crude oil; the rare gaps between the smog were still ashen and abrasive; and the slow march it took across the vast expanse rallied the despair of a war march.
Madame Smythe reached up to her husband's hat that was the same noir as the sky above. She straightened out the cap and then adjusted the flower she had pinned to his lapel. Kissing John's cheek she composed herself and looped her arm around his and off they went into the church.
The ornate arch of the church doors greeted them as they entered Maria's funeral. John's mother was a ferocious woman who fought hard in her last days and had a very powerful husband. They were wealthy with a high standing in society - they even had a telephone and had gifted them their own for their matrimony.
Not a soul within the church was anything less than upper class besides the clergy. The effigy of the virgin mary prayed right over where the Ma'am Smythe's cast lay closed tight. Candles flickered all over the church, casting dark blankets upon the mourners within. Everything about the day mimicked the solemn attitude of those within these cold marble walls.
The heavy scent of incense hung in the air, masking something sharper beneath - polished oak, perhaps, or the faint bite of winter creeping through the stone walls. The air was thick, almost choking, as if Maria's presence still weighed on everyone, even in death.
John's face remained as rigid as the polished pews before them and his jaw clenched not just with sorrow, but with years of bitterness he dared not show. Maria had ruled the household like a queen over her court, her voice the final word in every argument. Helena Smythe felt her husband's tension in the way he gripped her arm a little too tightly, his body an unmoving fortress beside hers. She couldn’t remember if he'd cried at all since the news of his mother’s passing. As for herself, she’d long given up trying to decipher whether the hollow pit in her stomach was grief or relief.
As they took their seats in the front row, Helena noticed the eyes of Maria's friends and allies upon them, cold and calculating. The Smythe fortune had always attracted envy, but today, it was something more. Whispers lingered like snakes in the pews behind them, slipping in and out of earshot. A glance from John's estranged sister across the aisle spoke volumes: Maria's death might have ended one chapter, but it had sparked the beginning of another, one that promised no peace.
The stained glass windows of the church glowed dimly under the pale light, depicting scenes of virtuous suffering that seemed ironic. It was as though no colour or warmth could escape the weight of this day, no matter how hard the candles burned.
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This was for a multi-school event my little brother was tasked to do for homework but I promised him I would write one as well if he did his. The max word count was 500. This was the photo you had to write a story about:
Hope anyone who bothered to read this enjoyed it!
Let's pretend I didn't accidentally delete this post.
I finished this reference a while ago but always forget to post on Tumblr.
His name is Xyrus he is a Celeste (angel like creatures in my original story) He runs a casino and is gay ✨
I'm still not finished with his lore but creating your own world is a lot of work my friends are helping me but is still a lot. I wish I could tell you more about him but can't I'm sorry. I still hope you enjoy my silly little Angel man.
I’ll let the other people think about this