And also sorry for 3, now 4, asks. I hope you understand the Q Friendship Grindset i'm operating off of. Basically i wont bother you anymore unless you want to but if i am ever in australia, eastern southern coast, iwill visit and i don't think we'll have much to talk about but i'd love it and you are a beautiful person. I am not a religious man but as a diehard christian would probably put it you WILL see heaven. (I Like You and you're a good person.) okay bye FOR REAL
YOU HEAR THAT IDIOTS IM GOING TO HEAVEN!!!!!
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Man i can't believe tottenham let Kane go, i really thought he was gonna be like a gerard case. But at least you guys now got a decent foward.
we are so happy to have him, i swear, we needed a 9 so bad.
@harry
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Poor Feyre has gone through so much. I for one hard wait to read her full biography when you are able to and read more into why she is like who she is. One random question, if she csiswapped to a male who would her playby be? Thank you for being so amazing and keep on writing.
She really has. :\
I didn't want to go into detail here as the content is quite trigger heavy in many ways BUT once I am home and not borrowing the lovely @pctentialbreakupsongs computer -- Il be working on full Bios for everyone.
Feyre actually already has a cisswap :
Aaron Taylor-Johnson
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Are you fucking happy you fucking pathetic worm?
Youve fucking done it ive snappwd finally.
STOP FUCKING SHOWING UP EVERYWHERE I AM AND STAR IS.
I FUCKING HATE YOU SO MUCH YOU PATETIC WORM OF A ANON.
i CANT SPARE AN O U N C E OF KINDNESS WITH YOU ANYMORE I CANT FUKCONG TAKE IT
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HIII i love your works soooo much i literally cry when you update anything *violent sobs* you dropped this my queen 👑 also i don't mean to pressurize or anything, but is the work "If You Hadn't Left (Me)" on AO3 still continuing? if not no pressure! as always, take care of yourself and your health lots of love mwah
aANON IM SO SORRY
I had been in a writing slump—and plotting my original novel didn't help—, but I'm going to start college soon :3 so ofc I'm starting to write for Viktor again!!!
Here's a sneak peek at a scene for chapter 2 👀
Viktor's eyes swept over your designs. All swifts lines and clean sketches you've surely done a million times.
He couldn't help but remember how you had drawn him before, after carefully examining the features of his face with attentive eyes and feather-like touches.
His sigh echoed in the quiet lab, and he felt your gaze over his shoulder, waiting.
"I don't like it," he said, recoiling inside himself after hearing his whine. But it was true; this wasn't your style. You loved sinous curves and flowery details, soft edges that would end in intricate carvings like vines ensnared in an old tower.
Rather, the building was like a rounded obelisk, with sharp walls and a rounded roof that would merge well with the rooftops of the boulevards' buildings. A gigantic tower that was meant to be awed and feared.
"It doesn't surprise me that you never won any ingenieering competition," you huffed, your petty tone trying to conceal the hurt of his words. "Your machines may be good, but they're ugly. You clearly have no taste."
Viktor chuckled, humorless. "I must dissagree, Miss." He could do 'cute-looking' machines. Usually made to decorate your shelves, but he wasn't going to say that. "I dated you, after all."
He didn't register the words until they had come out his mouth, the damage undone and his professional reputation on the floor.
Your eyes were wide open, clutching the papers against your chest as if scandalized.
"You're insufferable," you mumbled, taking your sketch from his desk and dashing toward Jayce's empty desk, where you would finish the necessary blueprints copies for Jayce and the Council without daring to look at Viktor's direction.
"Isn't it a little bit early to already get out of work?" Viktor mused, looking at you putting your things inside a bag. Past lunchtime, but with the sun still shining and the streets still lively with children and students chatting all over the Academy's courtyard.
"I'm working full time. Just not here," you answered dryly, already heading toward the door.
"Why?" He couldn't help but question. It was because of what he had said, of course. How could he let his tongue run so carelessly in an art he had masterfully controlled before?
"I don't have my drafting table here," you said, eyes connecting with his just for a second. "And I forgot my portfolio with my scale rulers and other stuff. I will bring them tomorrow."
He nodded, ignoring the way his heart made a somersault. You'll return here tomorrow—because of course you would, this was your job.
"Good evening then," he said, turning back to his stool, back hunched as he continued to scribble his equations away.
Viktor just heard the click of the door closing behind your back, and then you were all gone.
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look you may be a weird anon magnet
but youre OUR weird aanon magnet
Aww
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RUNS IN
werewolf max wearing a collar with a leash (in richies hands ofc 🤭🤭) on his knees begging and whimpering and-
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KEEP GOIN PASTA AANON KEEP COOKIN
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