#I'm sad as always thanks for asking pfff

[ouroboros-hideout]

OC INTERVIEW

Thanks for tagging me @chevvy-yates! 💚

Decided to do this with one of the OCs for my fic I kind of introduced a while ago. Hopefully will give me some motivation to work further on it. Sadly hadn't have the time do draw her yet (sad noises no PC no mods for me). Regular character creation wasn't even close on how I want her to look. So no piccy yet :(

Really like your idea of letting the oc answer some questions directly. Will do that aswell.

Note: Not all answers don't fit 100% anymore cause I developed her further since I did this Interview

NAME?

"Alyona Petrova."

She actually gets kinda mad if people call her by her full name. She has a difficult relationship with her family and wants to leave everything about them in the past. Therefore she chose a short nickname through which she can identify herself better. Besides, in her business it is better not to mention official names and go with an alias.

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NICKNAME?

"Aon. I prefer that."

It's pronounced like A-On.

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GENDER?

Cis Female

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STAR SIGN?

"I won't tell you my birthday. And all of this astro-shit is a waste of time anyway."

Would say she's a Capricorn? Don't know much about astrology tho :/

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HEIGHT?

"1,70 m. Pretty average. Like those questions."

Her size and figure allows her to fit into fairly narrow and tight spaces. Unlike many of her workers, mainly large men with big muscles, she has the advantage in the construction and assembly of complex machines.

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ORIENTATION?

Hetero

She and Kurt have thing going on no one else knows about. So never ask her about anything pointing in that direction. Since they don't see each other that often in person things can go... out of hand. And she would be embarrassed if someone knew about that since their friendship can be described as very strong, but is also characterized by a lot of teasing and professional distance if you look at it from the outside.

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FAVORITE FRUIT?

"Fruits are plants, right. Tobacco is a plant, too. Does that count? Tzz.. I don't know. I like to put frozen berries in my drink sometimes. So berries then."

She has a smoking problem. Not like chain smoking, but on a regular base. Alcohol, on the other hand, is really more for her to enjoy. Frozen fruits in drinks instead of ice cubes is a life hack tho.

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FAVORITE SEASON?

"Doesn't really matter, as long it's not too warm. I can't stand a lot of heat. If possible I'll always sent some of my workers for jobs in the warmer regions. Of course only if they are capable of doing the job."

Most of the work is done in her workshop in Russia anyway, but occasionally it is easier or more efficient to work on site with her clients. If possible, she always tries to avoid this.

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FAVORITE FLOWER?

"Pfff.. I don't care. Some of them are pretty, sure. But if you want to impress me, give me something usefull and not some plant that'll die within a few days anyway."

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FAVORITE SCENT?

"The scent in my workshop. Thick oil, warm metal, rubbery, a hint of CHOOH2, a little dust in the air. The fresh and cold air outside, after a long day of work is really refreshing, but I wouldn't want to miss that smell."

You know that smell when you enter a car workshop? That.

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COFFEE OR TEA?

"Coffee. If I want to drink water I prefer it cold. And without taste. Something stronger would be even better."

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AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP?

"I try to stick to a good routine. 6-7 hours. My people say I'm even more unbearable when I don't get a good night's sleep. And I can't stand a bad mood at work. Please kill me if I have a jetleg. That's the worst."

She's a very disciplined person.

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DOG OR CAT PERSON?

"Cats. Dogs are fucking exhausting. They want your attention all the time and can't handle themselves for longer than a few hours. I had a cat at the workshop once. He catched his own food, he got out of my way, came for a pet now and then. His name was Bill."

She always teases Kurt that cats are so much better than dogs.

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DREAM TRIP?

"I have been all around the globe and nothing really sparked that much joy yet. But I don't have time for vacation or silly little trips anyway. I like my home. Why go anywhere else."

There are place she hasn't been too obviously but like she said: she rather stays at home if she has some free time and pursues her interests or just rests.

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FAVORITE FICTIONAL CHARACTER?

"Beatrix Kiddo. When I was a child my mother moved in with a man she liked. Different story, won't tell that now. I never liked the capital or big cities in general, but there was a little thrift shop at the corner of the house we lived in. The owner, a really old but really sweet man showed me his age old collection of movies. VHS, DVDs, bet no one these days will remember what those are. I came there once a week and we watched a movie togehter after he closed the store. He was such a big nerd. Tarantinos movies where my favorite. Probably not the kind of stories you should show to a child but I loved it. Kiddo is a badass women and I always wanted to become strong and fierce like her."

Who doesn't like Tarantino?

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NUMBER OF BLANKETS YOU SLEEP WITH?

"One...? What kind of stupid question is that?"

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RANDOM FACT?

Besides forging knives she recently started getting into distilling her own spirits. She came up with a decent gin and will refine the recipe.

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No pressure Tags. If you see this and I didn't tag you feel free to do it anyway if you like.

@cybervesna @cyberholic77 @olath124 @dustymagpie @aggravateddurian @theviridianbunny @bumble-v @pacificaisstillpacifica @wanderingaldecaldo @streetkid-named-desire

[chelseasdagger]

Okay, so I think you've seen that ask game at Chelle's... that was me 😝 and I thought that you might like it too, so I made a version for you:

Joel Miller or Sam Rossi?

Frank Castle or Julian Kaye?

Rahul Kohli or Mads Mikkelsen?

Robert Pattinson or Richard Gere (ofc 1990)?

and something extra because I thought of too many characters:

fuck/marry/kill with Hopper, Matt Murdock and Father Paul

again, I tried to make it difficult, you're welcome <3

- 👽

I SHOULD’VE KNOWN IT WAS YOU!!!!! causing chaos but from a place of love CJSKSKSK

oh my GOD you broke my heart with this one. how do i choose between my two cowboys?! what?!

LOOK AT THEM!!!!!!!! i love them so much 😭😭 okay okay i guess i’ll have to answer. if we are talking joel from the tv show? then sammy HANDS down!! but if it’s joel from the games i… i don’t know i seriously don’t know how to choose 😭 i think… I DONT WANNA PICK my brain hurts i love them both so so much

now frankie or jules?

okayyyy so i know i talk a big game about jules being my boyfriend aND HE IS!!! but whenever i feel so sad and just need a TRUE comfort character? its always bearded frankie. soooo i'm gonna go with my big bear of a man please n sank youuuu

rahul or mads!! i thought this one was going to be difficult but then i realized just how long i've loved rahul and ALSO me personally (ik the mads girls are gonna kick me out for saying this) but mads isn't consistently it for me? like sometimes he doesn't look hot but i feel like rahul ALWAYS looks good no matter what he does CJKDSKSK rahul just has one of the best looking faces ever and i'll stand by that CSLKDLKS

robert pattinson or (1990s) richard gere?!

(the hold that robert photoshoot had on me 😵‍💫)

why put two beautiful men against each other 😭 if you had asked me in 2020 at the HEIGHT of my robert pattinson phase i would've immediately said him with no second thought. but........ richardddddd and the greyssss and i just... he's so pretty. his features remind me of jon's and i love him so i'm going with him :3

OKAY SO THE BONUS ROUND WAS SO UNCALLED FOR. how do i... i don't even... how do i even BEGIN to choose i—?!

jesus i've had to think this one through quite a while. and i... i think i'm gonna go with fuck matt, marry hop, and... kill the priest!! i don't mean to and i feel like my decision on marrying hop or matt will chance depending on who's show i most recently watched CKSLDSL cause part of me wants to say i'd rather marry matt but... hop's a big boy and i need him to absolutely crush me in bed soooo PFFF!!

this was absolutely some of the hardest decisions i've ever had to make in my LIFE so thank you SO SO much my love!!! this was the most fun i've had in a while so thank you!!! i'm giving you a BIG kiss and i hope you're having a good day/night!! 🩵✨

[arklayraven]

For Eros 🔮 👿 + For Jayce 🎵 🟣

Eros

🔮: do you possess magic?

Eros: What kind of vampire would I be if I didn't possess magic? Of course I do. Now if ya want the details of them. I could tell ya, but I rather it be a surprise to ya and everyone else when the day comes~.

Barbatos: Actually, the Young Lord has forbidden him from using his magic outside of studies after a incident involving vampires long ago.

Eros: There he goes again, blamin' me for father's actions.

Barbatos: The Young Lord doesn't blame you, Young Lord Eros. He only is doing what is best for Devildom.

Eros: Yeah sure, keep believin' that...

👿: who is your least favorite brother?

Eros: ...Least favorite huh? Guess that will have to be Leviathan.

Jayce

🎵: what skills do you have?

Jayce: ...Uh...I can kind of draw...Nothing special however. Asmo said I have so much potential though and always is trying to push me to create more art... Also he and some others said I'm a very good cook? Asmo compared me to Solomon once, saying Solomon should take advice from me... Oh, I don't know if this counts as a skill worth noting but I'm a great sharp shooter in video games!

Levi, shouting from his room: I CAN VOUCH FOR THAT AND I WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU FOR THAT ONE TIME, JAYCE!

Jayce: He's still holding a grudge over that last round I see... *cue nervous small laugh*

🟣: will you be sad to leave the devildom?

Jayce: That's right...I have to leave soon don't I...Yeah...I guess I will be...I doubt Diavolo will let me stay even if I asked.

Obey Me OC ask game

Aaaa this was fun to answer pfff. Thank you for the ask! 💜

[blackevermore]

x If you know the song Malchik Gay.....how are you?

[zu-is-here]

Hello again Zu (*´∇｀*) It's okey! I thought that maybe you forgot for exactly the same thing you usually get a lot of question and I said "Oh well I will write again :D". So sorry about that :"D. Yet, thank you for answering both questions at the end (;´༎ຶٹ༎ຶ`).

I'm indeed reading your mind.

And I also think we don't need to worry about time anymore x"D <3 About Sebastian, I want to think he's okey, he's still on my grandmother's house. And yeah, I play the kalimba a bit :"D, bit I don't have the instrument anymore :"3, like it was my sister's, she moved out of the country the last week, and she took the Kalimba with her. So sadly I can't play it anymore, bUT, maybe soon I will be able to buy one for myself! And were you inspired by Wadanohara? Wow! I heard that it's a really good game, I haven't play it yet tho xd.

I WILL READ THAT MANWHA, SOUNDs INTERESTING QJDNSNJSJDJS.

Mochi the little baby is doing really great! :"D. She's on my neck right now actually, she loves to sleep there and starts crying every time I get her down. She's really spoiled at this point but I don't care because I was the one who spoiled her so AASJSJJX.

Also, Zu, thank you a lot for explaining it (;´༎ຶٹ༎ຶ`) now I fully understand uwu. It's really cute how they want to enjoy the time they have left :"((. It make remember what Gerson (the turtle men I don't remember his name at all xd) said that monsters start to "get old" once they have children because they give them their magic ;—; and of course eventually they die. For what I understand now, apparently Cross is the one who is giving his magic to Aim so he's going to eventually "fall down" for his child :"(((((, or maybe Dream is giving his magic as well. Either one or another, this is sad, thanks Zu, I didn't need the manwha at all for losing my emotional stability(?). But hey, at the end, it's how it is. In real live if like that, except that the parents don't give magic :"D, but they eventually die as we grow up ヽ(τωヽ)ﾉ STILL, I think that the good side is that at least they still have time! so it's really cute to see them trying to spend it the best as possible! (≧∇≦)

I'm so glad you enjoyed time with your family! you will also have another good time with your friends soon ( • ̀ω•́ )✧ As for Koshka, awww, the old lady helps you in the daily routine (?) Mochi usually gets me up in a more hurtful way by biting my feet xd.

I'm also really glad you're taking rests in between the InktoberTale!

And thanks YOU as well for being the one who is also really kind to me, always (๑´`๑)♡ every time you show care about me it makes go "Serotonin goes burrrrrr" and it makes me feel really happy ;w; 💖💖

I will take I count that I can talk to you, again, thank you ;;, and don't forget you can also talk to me whatever you want or to anyone else :D, your friends will always have open arms for you, please take care as well.

Somebody worries about you a lot! (๑´`๑)♡

P.D: Do you remember the Harry Potter AU? 👁️👁️

— Waffle and oreos anon ★

Hii again!╰(*´︶`*)╯Thank you so much for your patience, seriously ♡

Oh boi—

Awww it's always so hard to part with loved ones, hopefully your sister is doing good on her own (ówò) Wadanohara is a Great game, I highly recommend to play it! *^*

IT IS WORTH IT ☆

Ohmygod baby Mochi!! ;3; I don't know her but I already love her so much, please don't make dis spoiled girl cry <33 How's she doing now? *3*

YESSS ★ You hit right on target ;3;

Yep, thank youuu! <3 Pfff baby Mochi is so cruel xd

I'm sooo happy to hear it! (〃ω〃) How are you doing lately? How's your family? ♡

Oh I'd love to talk to you but the only thing I have is your anon ask though it's more than enough for me to see your messages and know you're doing good╰(*´︶`*)╯Please take care! <3

P. S. Oh yeahhh ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)☆

[actuallysara]

5, 10, 18, 20, 25, 28, 31, 33, 40, 44, 50, 52

yes i love bothering you as much as i love discovering new stuff about you 😌

pfff like you could ever bother me, here's some boring facts about me 😌 and thank you for asking <3 

5. is there anyone who can always make you smile? do dogs count? asdfgh I'd say my brother

10. are you good at hiding your feelings? absolutely not, I always make sure everyone knows how I'm feeling lmao

18. do you miss how things were a year ago? Already replied here

20. what is your favourite song at the moment? Brividi by Mahmood and Blanco <3

25. role model my mum

28. i’ll love you if… you bring me my favourite food lmao food is the way to my heart YES

31. 3 random facts 1. I’m allergic to cats 2. I’m terrified of snakes 3. During quarantine I read around 100 books

33. something you want to learn I want to learn to be more patient

40. favourite memory I don’t have a specific one but anything regarding my family trips and holidays

44. age you get mistaken for People are never too far off about my age, it’s usually 24/25 years old

50. favourite picture of your idol I don’t think I have an idol? but if I have to think about someone I’m a huge fan of and whom I consider a goddess I’d probably say Adele and this picture

52. something i’m talented at I tried really hard to think about something but I couldn’t come up with anything lmao sad times here for this talentless potato

get to know me, pick some numbers

[hildagirl99]

Volume 4, Chapter 11: The traitor

Warning: violent scenes in this chapter

After Oswald regains his senses, he returns to the castle. He entered the council room, Fio was there, alone, facing the window.

"Well, Oswald, what a head do you have, have you seen a dead person?" Said Fio with amusement.

"Uh ... no no ... I ... I meditated a little." Oswald responds, whispering.

"A little rest will do you the greatest good."

"That's nice, Highness, but in truth, I have a bad feeling, someone wants you bad, pay attention to who you are talking to!" Said Oswald.

"I don't know what you smoke for your meditations, but stop, hehe." Said Fio shrugging his shoulders, laughing.

"Highness, I'm serious ..." Oswald said trying to be convincing.

Fio stops in his walk.

"Tell me then who could blame me?"

"You don't find that Lord Eustache is very strange, these last days? Finally ... at the beginning of the week, rumors circulate, things disappear ..."

"Assert that there is something for it?"

"No, I see, don't deny that you find it strange ..."

"Mmmh, I have to admit yes, he had asked me strange questions about Linda, as if he knew in advance that it was my aunt ... as if he had tried to warn me, but I do not see not the harm he did! He tried to warn me. "

"But open your eyes!" He turns around your mother, he has a strange attitude! He writes with his right hand while he's left-handed! And the D-mons seem terrified when we talk about him.

Fio is silent for a moment, then says:

"All right ... keep an eye on him, I'm starting to have doubts."

"Okay ..." Oswald said as he left the boardroom.

A little further, Cagney was sitting on the terrace, thinking about what happened last night with Fluffy, after discovering the truth that his parents were dead. He thinks he will never forgive him, he started to cling to him, not wanting to leave him alone, he needed a family. Until one of the three D-mons comes to interrupt his thoughts, it was Boom.

"What are you doing here alone?" He asked shyly.

"I need no help ... please leave me." Cagney snapped.

He notices that Boom was also alone.

"Where is your band?" He asks.

"They went elsewhere to watch someone and then I noticed you and I separated from them." Boom answers, putting himself next to him.

"I see, you're the wise man of the band, that's it, who tells me you're not going to trap me yet." Said Cagney.

"No, I don't want you, you know, I saw it all last night, for Fluffy."

At this moment, it passes under the balcony and hearing his name, he hides to listen.

"I tried to give him hope to find his parents alive, but I was sure of nothing ... I can understand that he wants me, I started to become attached to him and now, I do not know where he is, what he does, he needs someone, a family ... "

Hearing these words, Fluffy smiled.

"Would you like to adopt him?" Boom application.

"I ... I don't know, maybe, but I have to talk to my wife about it."

Suddenly, Fluffy had the feeling that he would find a good family! He wants to forgive Cagney until the conversation changes.

"I'm sure she'd agree, talking about your wife, you need to stay close to her."

"Why do you say that ?"

"Actually, Tic and Tac went to watch Lord Eustache, it's true that we were accomplices with him at first, but he holds us back as his hostages to get rid of you, we decided not to let ourselves go, but we have been on mission since the beginning, I can not tell you more, we are sure that Lord Eustache is not the one he pretends to be! He wants your wife! You must go find her! "

"Are you sure of that? Where is he?" Exclaims Cagney, widening his eyes.

"Yes ... I think he's going to the guest dormitory!"

At this, Cagney gets up and rushes to find Hilda.

"Be careful, sir Carnation!" Prevents Boom.

Fluffy, having heard everything, decides to follow him discreetly.

Meanwhile, Hilda runs along the dark corridors of the rooms, she wants to enjoy his last days on her homeland.

"Are we looking for directions?" Said a voice.

"Lord Eustache, I know it's you ..." Hilda said.

He appears at her side.

"What is your delirium to appear in the dark ..."

"I always preferred the shade to the light, that's what makes my charm." Eustache said getting closer to her.

She slowly departs and continues to walk.

"And to answer your question, I'm enjoying my last days, where I was born."

"Exactly, why not take advantage with me, from the beginning, you seem to avoid me while I hands you gently." Eustache said, bringing his hand to her face. At this gesture, Hilda pushes his hand violently.

"Sir, I am not interested, and I will not deceive my husband!" Said Hilda.

"You should let go a little more often, all the couples do it, you have to get bored in bed, with me you can free yourself." This one is positioned in front of her.

"Never, leave me, poor fool!" She said nervously.

"But you're looking for me, little tease, hehe, at 50, you're still fresh, ready to fuck." He grabs her arm and blocks her against the wall.

"No, let me go!" Hurts Hilda, she's scared. She tries to struggle but he has a big hold on her. She focuses to use her magic but nothing happens, she remains speechless.

"How sad it is, without powers to defend yourself, you are mine now!" Eustache said in a Machiavellian laugh and approached his face as he touched her body.

"Take off your dirty hands from my wife! Shouted a voice in the corridor and a huge liana struck Eustache in the face and fell unconscious. Cagney appears, eyes full of anger. Hilda runs towards him.

"Cagney ... he ... has"

"Don't worry I'm here, luckily I arrived in time, I knew it was not clear! It's one of the D-mons who warned me."

"Thanks honey ... but my powers, they do not seem to work anymore!"

"What do you mean ?"

"Look ..." she tries to make a star appear but nothing works.

"That's why I could not defend myself."

"Strange ... you have to warn Fio right now!" His right hand is not a trusted man, telling him what he's been trying to do to you. Said Cagney taking Hilda in his arms, he was very worried, and they rushed to warn Fio.

"What is it possible?" Said Fio, completely stunned.

"It's the truth, otherwise I will not be shocked or ruffled!" Said Hilda, still in shock.

"I know he's a little crazy, but from there, make sexual touching, it's not his style ..."

"Fio, you have to stop him and right now, if not, he'll do it again!"

"I'll take care of it, we'll have it by surprise, I need to be sure, you're not the first to complain about his behavior, Oswald said, and the D-mons too. "

"Highness, I'm going to confront him, stay behind me." Oswald said as he opened the door. Meanwhile, Eustache becomes nervous, his liquor in which he drank was empty and he begins to tremble.

"And shit ... and that jerk who's dead, his blood is no longer good ... I must quickly find someone else, the leader would not be bad ... haha ​​... I'll take his place and I'll take my revenge on the mountain."

He begins to limp and is soon to face Oswald.

"Here, my dear, what a good wind today?" He said trying to hide his tremors

"Please follow me." Answer Oswald.

"And why that?"

"You have assaulted Miss Berg in this hallway, His Highness will take care of your punishment."

"Assaulted ... pfff, right now the big words, hehe ... She warmed me too!" A woman like her, we can not resist. "

He does not know that in the shadows, Cagney, Hilda and Fio had heard everything.

"But who are you, damn it, it does not look like you!" Fio pops up.

"Oooh, Highness, I did not see you!" He said arrogantly.

"Enough, you've hurt my mother, your punishment will have serious consequences!" Fio said, frowning.

Suddenly, Eustache holds his head, and half of his face turns black. Everyone goes back to this scary appearance. Seeing a good opportunity, as a brute force, he throws himself on Fio, hands around his neck.

"Aaah !! Fio!" Hurts Hilda completely frightened.

"Arhhgg, let me go!" Said Fio pushing Eustache violently, Oswald catches him and slams him to the floor. A dozen guards meet the corridor and hold him by the arms. Eustache now had red eyes, seeming to drool as if he was furious.

Fio gets up quickly.

"You are not Eustache ... who are you? And where is he?" He yells.

He replies with a sneer.

"If you want to follow me, I'll show you something ..."

"I will not be alone, so what do you have to show me?"

He leads the rest of the group into a basement.

"I'm sure you hold the real Eustache! He's here?" Oswald asks.

"For once, you look less stupid than you look ..." responds the individual.

"Shut up and show us where he is!" Fio application.

Suddenly, a strong nauseating odor comes to the nose.

"My God, but it stinks here!" Said Fio, plugging his nose.

"It looks like the smell that bothered the staff, remember, I told you about it." Said Oswald

"Mashed ... there is a dead man or what?" Said Cagney.

"That's what you believe." Answer the false Eustachian.

He opens a door, next to the pipes, their hearts miss a beat when they see with horror, a body lying on the ground. He seems to be a corpse in a state of advanced decomposition.

"My God no !!"

The fake Eustache approaches the body, seizing it by the collar of the shirt and throwing it to the ground in front of them. This corpse was the TRUE Eustache!

"What did you do to him!" Fio screams.

"I was just taking his blood to keep his appearance and fool you! It is true that I mistreated him, but I would never have cut his veins if I needed him!" Replied the false Eustace, still in his madness and disfigured appearance.

Hilda hides in Cagney's arms not to look. Cagney was disgusted at the sight of the corpse and the fake Eustache who wanted to hurt his wife. Fio had lost his second adviser, his faithful right hand.

"Put it behind bars, you have better tell us your identity before your judgment!"

"You can always try, I will not speak." Said the individual by taunting him.

"All night, do you hear me? Crit Fio.

And the guards take him to the strongest prison, to prevent him from escaping without revealing his identity.

"And ... take Eustache ... we'll make him a funeral worthy of him." Fio said, lowering his head.

"Highness, I'm sorry for it ... you have to be strong now, I think he wanted to end his days to prevent this intruder from continuing to fool us with his appearance." To save us, if not, who knows what he could have done you. " Oswald said trying to comfort his boss. Fio could not help but drop a tear. His parents are coming closer to comfort him.

After the burial of Eustache, the night falls and promises to be long for the guards and Fio who try somehow to make the individual talk about his identity, which is content to release some laughter while remaining silent to questions .

"He is tough." Said Fio, exhausted.

"Yes ... he will eventually give in." Replies Oswald.

"Dad, mom, go to sleep, it's best for you."

"Yes ... but Fio, be careful." Said Cagney.

"Don't worry, if in an hour he did not answer, I'll go to bed."

"All right, let's sleep now."

"His judgment will be tomorrow night, we'll see."

At this point, Oswald thinks what the devil told him. "Tomorrow night at midnight on the royal square" These words resonate in his head, he immediately thinks he might try to convince Hilda and Linda to follow him to this place during the judgment. It hurt a lot inside him, but he has no choice.

To be continued

[peakysabrina]

Heaven

How Jeremiah met his wife, how they got married, and the story of how Isaiah was born.

TW for miscarriages, sorry!!

Jeremiah Jesus had tried to become a priest before, but because of the reasons stated above, had been pushed out of the noble calling of God. Time and time again, he had gone to the seminar, and had done what all the white boys had done, better than them, and was still rejected with a snare and everything short but a kick to the backside. Somehow, his devotion to God wasn't good enough, his oratory wasn't good enough, and him as a man wasn't enough. Every time, he knew very well why it had been: because he was black, his parents were from the Caribbean, and he didn't fit the Church of England's image of a good shepard for their sheep. The sheep, better known as citizens, weren't big on other ethnicities, and a coloured pastor could drive them away from church, and away from the brain-wash that went on inside such venerable buildings.

So Jeremiah Jesus gave up, tired of wasting his time studying the Bible and the great Classic masters of oratory, given that it was of no use. Instead, he decided it would be much better to make it on his own, to go off into the world, make his money, find a job, one that he could excel at, despite the colour of his skin, or the place of origin of his parents. The first step to make that happen was to go around to the shops, to try and find someone who would employ him, even if it was in the backrooms, or warehouses. No one agreed, so Jeremiah moved on to the farms and factories around Birmingham. There, in the small property of Jacob Steadman, he found what he was looking for: a steady position as farm hand, doing whatever was needed.

The Steadman family was composed of seven people: the father, Jacob, who was married to Lucinda; the eldest daughter, Lucy; and four younger siblings, named Jacob Jr., Alphonse (who went by Alphie), Henrietta and Julius. They had a couple more men on the property, who mostly dealt with the produce the family sold at nearby markets. The Steadmans weren't rich, but they lived comfortably, which allowed them a bit more independence, and an education for their children. The eldest one, a beautiful red-haired girl in her early twenties, was especially gifted, and wrote stories for her younger brothers and sisters, which she also illustrated with all the care in the world. She was, unfortunately, prone to bouts of coughing fits, with no apparent reason, and the fairy-tale sessions were often interrupted by these moments, much to her sadness.

"Hey. You need any help?" the same Lucy came asking, carrying a tin full of water and a plate of food. "You've been at it for hours, eh?"

"It's my job" Jeremiah replied, looking up from the car tyre he was trying to patch up, and seeing that blessed apparition, made even more welcome by the food she was holding. "I will accept some lunch, though"

"Yeah, thought so" she replied, chuckling and handing him the plate and the water. "How's it going with dad's car? That tyre's busted"

"Busted is... an understatement. You feeling better today? I heard you coughing yesterday"

"I uh... I'm better, I think, yeah" Lucy sighed, obviously not one bit better, but refusing to look weak, even in front of the help. "To be honest with you, I don't think I'll ever get any better. But that's just my opinion"

"Have you been to a doctor?" Jeremiah looked up from his plate, still chewing a bit of meat. "Nothing they can do about it?"

"I've been to a couple doctors, and none of them know what the hell is going on. Shit, sorry, shouldn't curse, you're religious" Lucy let out, apparently unaware that it hadn't been offensive, but rather funny, to hear someone so proper speaking like that.

"No problem, I'm not that religious" he assured, observing closely the process of his boss's daughter crouching, and then sitting on the ground. If he was asked, a lady sitting on the ground, talking to the coloured help would be much more scandalous than all the cursing in the world. But he liked how pratical she was, how she didn't let her obvious beauty and good manners get in the way of doing what she wanted to do. "I have a chair somewhere over there, if you want"

"Nah, I'm alright, thanks" was the quick answer, accompanied by a shrug. "I'm sorry if I kept you awake with my coughing"

"You didn't. I couldn't sleep anyway"

"Anything worrying you?" Lucy kindly asked, taking a nearby wrench and playing with it, throwing it in the air a couple of times, and catching it with precision. "Well, anything I can help you with? Even if it's just talking"

"On second thought, maybe it was your coughing" Jeremiah joked, finishing his lunch and taking a big swig of water. "No, it's nothing. I was reading, and I lost track of time"

"I know that feeling. You know what I was reading? That one author you showed me, Jane Austen. Really like her stuff" Lucy informed, dreamily looking into the distance. Truth be told, Jeremiah was terrified of her when she looked like that, terrified of the way it made him want to lunge forward and kiss her. It was unspokenly agreed between the two that whatever the thing between them was, it was friendship, and just that: friendship.

"Glad you like it, I came across some stuff of hers through a friend of mine in town" he replied, clearing his throat, and coming back to reality. "His dad knew her dad, or so he says"

"That's interesting. What about you, what were you reading?"

"Do you even need to ask?" he laughed, drinking what was left from the water. "I go back to it a couple times a year, to make sure I haven't forgotten anything. Helps me keep my mind in the right place"

"Fair enough, Jimmy. No shame in that" she responded, using that name that only she was allowed to use. She didn't like the name Jeremiah for some reason, didn't like the way it sounded; but Jimmy sounded good, it suited him. Reading the Bible and losing track of time because of it also suit him, and Lucy was very aware that it was just one of the manners in which he was perfect, in which he made her fall for him.

"You've read the Bible, haven't you?"

"Might have... when I went to Sunday School. Ah, and on Sundays, they always read a bit, don't they? Can't say I remember reading it from start to finish in one go, though" she admitted, tapping her fingers on her lips as she gave the subject some thought. "I prefer novels, You know the ones, where the girls have pretty dresses, and always end up marrying the man of their dreams and living in a mansion"

"That what you want to do?"

"Pfff" Lucy let out, a strange and humorous sound that made Jeremiah laugh along. "I don't really care about dresses, and mansions are too much maintenance. As for the man of my dreams, he knows where I live, he can come get me if he wants" she added, looking down, and then up at him. Another good thing about Lucy was this: she knew what she wanted, and she knew how to get it. The ball was in his court, so to speak, and there was no religion that could provide an answer.

That conversation was the latest of many they had shared, and hints had been coming all along. But it was all in good fun, a bit of light flirting between friends. There had never been anything like that very particular jab, and it wasn't mistakeable for banter. So, it was time to make a decision: to stick to friendship, maintain everything as it was, and resort to reading the Holy Book to drown the noise of his very obvious attraction; or to go ahead and go get the girl he wanted. It was true: he knew where she lived, and knew which room was hers. It had to be the one which still had light coming from underneath the door. She had to be awake, and alone, for them to be able to talk through what they needed to talk through. As softly as he could, he knocked, and the door opened instantly, like she had been waiting. Knowing Lucy, she probably had been, although she would not admit to it.

"Thank God, I was starting to think you hadn't gotten my hint" Lucy scoffed, crossing her arms in front of her chest. "Took you long enough"

"It wasn't an open invitation, was it? What happens if your parents come around to check on you? And what if they hear us?" Jeremiah asked in return, fully regretting what he had done. It would mean being dismissed on the spot, and he couldn't really afford to go back to his parents' house. "I can't lose my job"

"You won't, don't think about it" she guaranteed, going around Jeremiah and locking the door. "See? They can't come in"

"What does it mean, then? What do you want to do?" he asked, bearing in mind that a decision had to be made, and the sooner the better, before someone caught them.

"Do I need to know? Do you really need an answer to that?" Lucy asked, biting her lip repeatedly, obviously nervous for being put on the spot.

"If I didn't need to know where we stand, I wouldn't have come here, now would I?" Jeremiah asked, losing a bit of his cool. It was in his nature to need everything decided, and defined. The idea of puting them both at risk for nothing was annoying, to say the least. "I came here for nothing, wasn't it, Lucy?"

Her reaction was completely unexpected: instead of pouting, or retaliating, Lucy simply walked up to him, placed her hands on his neck, and pulled him down, kissing him on the lips. For good measure, she took Jeremiah's own palms and placed them on her waist, where he could feel the warmth of her skin through the cotton of the nightgown.

"Would this be considered nothing?" Lucy asked, breaking the kiss but making sure Jeremiah's hands stayed where they were. "Because if so..." she continued, taking his writs, and making his hands move to her thighs, and then up, and up, until the nightgown was over her head and on the floor. "...would this be better?"

For once, Jeremiah was speachless, and torn between looking at her face, or looking down at her body, which was wrong, but pretty damn irresistible. He didn't know whether she was aware of what she had done, but it didn't seem to be a problem when he bent over to kiss her, taking her into his arms without thinking too much about it.

After that night, things only escalated: from sex, to talks of marriage, and to a proposal, done beneath the apple trees on a warm Spring day, complete with the best ring the sparse money Jeremiah could buy. At the same time, he'd started making efforts to find a new job, whereas Lucy had gotten employment at the Birmingham library, in hopes that some day, they could tell her parents about their engagement. Once that was out of the way, they could get married, and move into their own house, living their lives, building a family, having a good existence. Luckily, there had been an opening for Bible Studies teacher, under mysterious circumstances, but that were probably connected with the imprisonment of the deacon. Hence, it was time: Lucy's parents had to know.

"Mom and dad, me and Ji... I mean, me and Jeremiah have something we need to tell you" Lucy started, getting her mother's attention, while her father kept on reading the newspaper. "We're engaged to be married"

"You're what? To... to each other?" mrs. Steadman asked, absolutely caught off guard.

"Yeah" her daughter responded, showing her mother the engagement ring.

"No"

"What?"

"I said no" mr. Steadman chimed in, lowering the paper, and looking at his daughter with the utmost disgust. "You are not marrying a coloured man, let alone a poor one"

"Excuse me, sir, but I don't think the colour of my skin has anything to do with this subject. I love your daughter, I am prepared to offer her the best life I possibly can" Jeremiah protested, forcing Lucy to take his arm, to pacify him a little.

"Look son, I have no problem with the colour of your skin, but I am not letting my daughter marry you" Jacob replied, as if he was simply commenting on the weather outside. "You have no idea how people will treat her if she marries you"

"I'm not unaware of that, dad, I know how stupid people are; I don't care about any of that, I'm prepared to deal with whatever is thrown at me. Jeremiah asked me to marry him, I said yes, and that's that. You can be by my side on my wedding day, or not. That's your call" Lucy stated, beggining to feel the burn of anger on her throat. "He's the man I want, he's the man I love, and that's that on that"

"Out" Jacob simply stated, his eyes as clear as day, pointing to the door. He didn't even raise his voice, but the message as loud: he wanted the both of them out of his house, and he wanted them to go without missing a second. As for his wife, she just lowered her head and went back to sewing, pursing her lips but saying nothing. It seemed like the only one affected by that demand was Lucy, whose eyes filled with tears, and fists clenched. "I said out, didn't you hear me? Out of my sight, both of you. And don't you dare come back"

Matter of fact, they didn't. Lucy packed her clothes and some books she'd bought with her own money, wrote a letter to her siblings explaining why she had to leave, and was out of her childhood home before dinner time. As for her fiancé, a completely distraught Jeremiah, there was not much to be said: the guilt he felt in his heart was so overwhelming he wanted to simultaneously punch Jacob Steadman and hug Lucy, to cry on her shoulder. It was her spirit that never waivered, it was her that got him out of the property her parents owned, and it was her who found them a room to rent while they saved up for an apartment or house of their own. Their landlord, Arthur Shelby, was a strange man, but his wife, named Elizabeth, was an angel, who looked after the young couple with as much care as she did her own child, a lanky, sickly-looking boy named after his father.

As for their wedding, there was not much to be said: there was the priest, the bride, the groom, and two witnesses, namely Elizabeth Shelby and her husband, who signed the paper with a disgruntled look on his face. It wasn't much of a party, but then again it didn't need to be, as Lucy and Jeremiah didn't have the means to provide one. The bride had a bouquet of wildflowers, and a simple everyday dress, but her groom was so in love it didn't matter. To Jeremiah, she was an angel, something from high heavens.

"... I now pronounce you husband and wife. Mr. Jesus, you may kiss your bride" the pastor announced, causing both Jeremiah and Lucy to smile at each other, before chastly kissing to the sound of Elizabeth Shelby's subdued clapping, echoing off the walls of the empty church.

"Congratulations, I wish you nothing but happiness, truly" Elizabeth wished, hugging Lucy tightly and patting Jeremiah's shoulder. As for her husband, he was already outside, smoking a cigarette and probably trying to make a pass at any woman who passed by. "Now would be the time to leave your bouquet at the altar and make a wish. I'll wait outside"

"Oh, I forgot" Lucy let out, turning to the altar and trying to think of a wish. "You have anything you want to wish for?" she asked Jeremiah, who in all honesty, was just happy to be alive and married to the girl he loved.

"Not really, I'll leave the wish to you" he replied, accompanying her back to the altar, where a figure of Jesus Christ on the cross looked over them.

"Well, I wish for..." she started, a sweet smile on her features. "I wish for a happy and healthy baby. And since my husband doesn't want to make his own wish, I'll take his and ask for some te ability to carry my child safely"

"That's a good wish" Jeremiah replied, wrapping his arm around her waist. "Both of them are, really. Can't wait to have a little one with you"

"Me either. You reckon it will take long to... should we be talking about this in church, though?" Lucy laughed, putting down the simply bouquet of flowers and taking Jeremiah's hand as they exited the temple. "I feel bad now, for talking about baby-making at church"

"God doesn't care, don't worry" Jeremiah assured, as they walked over to the Shelbies, who were waiting for them. "Can't wait, though"

In the end, it did take a fair bit for a baby to make its appearance in their life. Elizabeth Shelby had four children by the time Lucy Jesus managed to carry a pregnancy to term. Her disappointments had taken its toll on the girl, who became more and more fragile as time went by. Her coughing became constant, and her body slowly started giving in. However, Lucy had gathered every bit of strength she had, and, in 1905, Isaiah was born. He was healthy, beautiful, and strong, much stronger than his mother. In due time, the little boy had to say goodbye to his father, who departed for war, and then, to his mother, who couldn't survive another miscarriage. Elizabeth Shelby and Polly Gray, her sister-in-law, raised the Jesus boy, who grew up playing with the Shelby boys, and who would, in time, become one of them.

The second part of this (focused on Isaiah) is on AO3

[silverstarsheep]

I just adore your art style, it's so cute! I'm thinking of making comics myself. Do you think you could give me some tips on angling or facial expressions or overall detail?

Thank you so so much! I really appreciate that! Like, a whole lot. ^^

I’m not exactly sure how much I’ll be able to help you, though I can at least give you some pointers on expressions! I’ll do my best. I’m sorry this is coming a bit late! 

I’m going to use Bendy for my examples, just because he’s super easy to draw and I have him on hand/mind at the moment. But! These can be used on just about anyone.

Keep in mind: this is just my way of doing things. There isn’t one “set” way to create great art! There’s a lot of experimenting, testing and growing when it comes to artwork.

When it comes down to expressions, there are a few things to consider: what are they feeling? How intense is this feeling? How far can, or should you push it? How can you make this feel realistic? In visual storytelling, showing what a character is going through is far more important than telling the reader. In a comic setting, there’s a very fine balance–since you have images to go with the words, but you can’t convey each minute action… At least in a reasonable amount of panels, the dialogue and the images have to work together when they’re used in tandem.

When a character is shouting, you have to push their expression further–it won’t be enough to show them with their mouth slightly open, or with a flat face. Give them wide eyes, or shut their eyes completely with frustration. Open their mouth wide, maybe even get their body language involved if you have enough room. Throw their arms in the air, have them pulling at their hair!

Likewise, if what they’re saying is quiet or somber, soften their expression. Have their gaze ill-focused, or looking to the ground. Their shoulders could be slumped, their brow could be low. Their mouth could be almost, or entirely closed. Or are they happy? Raise their eyebrows, widen their eyes with joy! Bring out that smile! Use as much variety and as many shapes as you can!

Because I’m a visual person, here are a few examples to give you a better idea of what I mean:

(I’m sorry if my handwriting is hard to read)

Which facial expressions are more interesting? Sure, the ones on the left are going through the motions of emoting, but the ones to the right REALLY show how the character is feeling!

Body language is also immensely important when it comes down to expressiveness. Every part of the body can be used to convey a message. The crossing of arms can indicate disgust, or even put a small barrier between two people. Slumped shoulders show disappointment or sadness. Every little movement a character makes can have a massive impact on their overall tone. Here are a few examples like the above:

Even minute changes to a static pose can make a BIG difference! Test around and see what works best.

I’ve noticed that some animators have mirrors near their desk. This is so they can look up at their reflection and make a face into the mirror. They project their character’s feelings onto themselves, that way they can see what sort of facial expression would be best suited to that emotion. Nowadays we can just google this, but it’s still a good idea. Don’t be afraid to look up references whenever you need them. I know I do frequently! There’s no shame in using references!

My friend linked me to this wonderful guide, which goes more in-depth than I did here. Take a look!

I’m sorry I can’t help you quite as much with angles. I feel that I’d need to do a little more research in order to be able to articulate this more fluently. Perhaps some other time I can try and revisit this and go more into depth about perspective and foreshortening, but for now, here’s another great guide that might help you along in the right direction. I use a similar structure for my own drawings! 

Speaking of foreshortening, here’s another tutorial! I don’t use this particular method, but it may work for you!

I know you didn’t ask for it, but I’d like to give you some tips about comic making. If you don’t want them, then I guess you can just stop reading, pfff. Either way I’ll put it under a cut so this post doesn’t take up so much of the dashboard.

I have to admit, my method of creating comics is… Unconventional in a variety of ways. I’m sure it’s not the worst way to go about it, but it may be a bit odd. Everyone has their own way, and a part of the process is finding what clicks well with you and your work flow. This is just my method, one of many!

I’ll start off with some of the important basics in comic making! I went to a small panel about comics at a con last year, and there I learned a few tricks and tips!

When it comes down to speech bubbles, it’s a good idea to keep the flow of the comic in mind. Usually comics are read from left to right, so when it comes to speech bubble order it’s best to keep this in mind. Height and distance between the bubbles in the same panel can also alter the order that they’re read in. It’s likely that our eyes will go to the panels on top first, so when it comes to order, it’s better to put the first bubble higher up than the second!

It’s also a good idea to keep in mind where your speech bubbles will be, and how much space they could potentially take. To avoid covering up too much of the characters it’s a good idea to plan these out ahead of time, and leave some extra space for these.

As well as speech bubble order, character order is also important. Again, since we read left to right, the first character we see we will assume is the protagonist, or even the hero. For example, let’s say you have a man using binoculars to spy on someone within a building. This can go two entirely different ways! If this spy was on the leftmost side of the panel, looking into the building that the person on the right is working in, it’ll come across as a hero digging up some dirt on an evil organization. Flip it around, with the person being spied on to the left inside of his home, and the spy outside and to the right of the panel, it’ll come across as a protagonist in immediate danger!

Something I need to remind myself of frequently is guiding the reader’s eyes about the page. This is best done in a subtle manner, where you use the characters and scenery to “point” towards the next panel. You can also use speech bubbles to do this, as when we read our eyes naturally follow along to the next bubble! Having the rightmost bubble lead into the one within the next panel is a pretty easy way to do this. One way I did this in my BatIM comic was by using Bendy’s spaded tail as a literal arrow. Did you notice? Even if I didn’t have the end of his tail pointing, I tried to aim his tail towards the next panel, especially if he’s not facing the “right” direction. The way that a character faces can also have an effect on this, so keep that in mind. They shouldn’t always be facing right, so it helps to have ways to lead reader eyes along.

One comic I poured a lot of focus on for this particular tactic is this one. Here I have Reaper Bird essentially point to where I want the reader’s eyes to go. You’ll also notice that it pops out of the panel now and again. That was a fun little detail I decided to add; in this case I used it to make Reaper Bird feel a little stranger, as it didn’t always fit into the box, even though Gaster did. A nod to how it covers up the dialogue box in-game. You can use this tactic to draw more attention to a character, such as for an introduction! Sometimes you don’t even have to limit them within the confines of the walls of a panel!

Speaking of panels… Making them all the same size and shape gets relatively… Boring. Not to mention there will be times where you either will have too much room for a single panel, or simply not enough! It’s far more engaging when the panels are different in size and shape. Just be sure to keep the flow in mind. We read from left to right, top to bottom. If you want to stack corresponding panels, be sure to make it clear that the top leads into the bottom, and the bottom leads into the one to the left of those!

So here’s how I make my comics: first I start off with my idea, and I plan out the basic idea in my head. From there I’ll write down the idea, and where exactly I want the comic to go. If I need to, I’ll write a basic script so I know what needs to be said and when. If I need more detail, or if I feel I’ll forget what I want to see I’ll script it out more, maybe sketch out panel ideas/format. From there I sort of… Grab paper and start going at it. I ghost out panels on my page. When I say “ghost,” I’m referring to the very light sketches and shapes I create to give myself a basic idea of where I want characters to be, and what I want them to be doing. I start with these light sketches to help me shape my drawings, and so I can easily go back over them and fix any problems or errors.

Once I feel I’ve got the panel looking basically like how I want it, I put a box around it and move to the next one. Though it’s probably better to use a ruler or a straight edge to create your panels. Even though I’m pretty good at making a straight line, and when I ink the boxes it usually works out… My panels are a wee bit lop-sided, haha! I used to plan out each panel carefully and then measure them out on the page I’ll be drawing on. While this doesn’t work for my flow NOW, it may be a useful tactic for you! For larger comics, careful planning is definitely key, but for shorter comics it’s not quite as important.

Anyway, once I have a page ghosted, I’ll go back over it and finish up the sketches, and make sure that each one is easily distinguishable for the inking process. This is usually where I make sure that the readability of the comic flows well for the reader. It’s also when I’ll share it with friends to get outside opinions. It’s usually a good idea to do this! Because you tend to get used to your own art, and you’ll likely miss errors. (I’ve done this too many times to count.)

After things are settled, I start working on the backgrounds. While not absolutely ESSENTIAL, having backgrounds can make your comic look a little more natural. It can help build atmosphere, and give the reader an idea of where the character is! I usually wait until I get the characters drawn, that way the background and character can mesh together a bit better. However if it’s easier to start with a BG for you, then that’s fine, too!

Then it’s off to inking! I focus first on the characters, then the foreground objects, then the background. Colors are next, should I go with them.

Here’s one page I have where I have the ghosted sketch, please excuse the potato cam quality! It’s not much, but I hope it at least gives you an idea.

Here’s a sketch of the full comic, before I inked it. You can still see some of my rough sketch work and where I started to plot out the background.

But that’s all I can think of, at least for right now. Feel free to ask more questions–I’ll do my best to answer them! I hope this helped out, at least a little bit. I’m sorry that it got quite a bit long… And hopefully this all makes sense, somehow. I feel a bit scatterbrained when it comes to teaching!

Good luck with your comics!

[heartsoftruth]

1/Hello, I'm the anon who sent the long message yesterday, I just read your answer and those of the other anons and I wanted to thank everyone for taking the time to answer me and to read my long text, it touch me a lot ❤️ it really made me feel better to talk about it yesterday, it's so sad to see that there are so many girls who live this, I don’t really understand why it's a problem that women have are interested in football too, it's a sport, sports has no gender, it’s for everyone..

Anonymous said:2/Now I will not let them do without answering and the same way they do to me, it’s just that it’s difficult when they come on you as a group to insult you and they all agree with each other and you find yourself alone as a idiot, you feel helpless about it because whatever I say they were diverting my words and I didn’t know what to do.. Then they started to talk to me as a sex object and it was disgusting, they even went on my profile to look for info about me when I tried to answer them,

Anonymous said:3/they started to make fun of my profile picture and my old photos of 2009 because one of them has to shared it in the answers so that they make fun of me, they criticize every part of my physique, I really felt like a poor object, I didn’t know how to react to that and I finally delete my comments and blocked some of them because I kept getting notifications and I didn’t have the gut and strength to read what they wrote, what I had already read had already hurt me enough.

Anonymous said:4/The page is called “football is my drug, barcelona is my dealer”. And to answer your question I’m from Greece, I currently live in England for my studies but no matter where I am the mentalities are the same, there are always men to bother me with football but it’s good to read that there are also guys who are not like that. And it’s nice to see so many messages of support, I really want to thank you, I saw that there was even a girl who came from Russia, how cool! ❤️

Anonymous said:(And sorry again for that other long answer but I had so much to say 😅)

1: Hi, I’m glad to hear from you and that you’ve seen all the support you got on here!  Sometimes I reply to someone and then get nothing back so I sometimes wonder if they read what I (and others) wrote! So it’s good to hear you read it and it helped you ! 😊❤️You are - sadly - not alone in the problem we all face with men when they know we watch football. And it’s indeed really sad people have to question our motive for watching something we feel so passionate about. 

2/3: OMFGGG. These fuckers are a bunch of pigs! I wouldnt even call them men for taking it SO FUCKING FAR,… Fuck! To think that these pigs have a mother, sister or a daughter maybe… Pfff. That they don’t even have the braincell to think how one of them would feel if they were attacked like that by a bunch of idiots behind their save computer screen. 

Going to your profile, posting your pics and analyzing you. YUKKKK. I’m fucking fuming thinking about this. Pfff. You must have felt terrible that evening reading all that bullshit! 

But don’t let it get you down gurlie! Im sure you are a pretty and nice girl/woman. Don’t let a bunch of dumb fucks behind a screen tell you otherwise! Please don’t! I know it must have been tough reading all that; so it’s probably a good thing you deleted the message you send. 

Indeed it’s way harder when they come at you as a group and especially on the internet. IRL it’s easier to defend yourself. I have had a bunch of hate here all of a sudden 2/3 weeks ago, but I’ve immediately deleted it. If I delete it I forget it and then don’t see it when I go through my ask box you know? :) So it’s good you also deleted it. 

4: never heard of this site, but I just visited it and it doesn’t impress me. It looks like a bunch of dicks in the comments and they’re talking about weird shit (they called thiago a fucking rapist??!! WTF), talk about cum??? or just post random pics that don’t have anything to do with the post… 

Don’t do there anymore! I will tell you the next time you will post something on there the same will happen again. I would say go to Bleacher report or Goal.com (if they have a FB page), ESPN football etc. Sites like that. I wouldnt go to that one again since the other comments showed me the level of discussion the have in there which is -10. 

Yes there also guys that talk normally with me about football. And I really appreciate it (as weird as it may sound) but that’s also because I know you have dicks who think I only watch to see Ney’s pretty face! 

Don’t apologize for your long message! I’m happy to hear from you! And if you ever wanna message me again on- or off anon, please do! 😊❤️