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Girlfriends!! <33

I love them sm:,,)

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Just sketchhh

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Mama's boys. I now have so many ideas about them and about the lore

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So I made a little sketch! I also wanted to say that I'm looking for friends online because I'm bored and a little lonely

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So hi!

I was already here once, but due to the fact that I still write fics and even draw something, I decided to restore this account. I do a lot of things for different fandoms and I hope that people who like what I do will like it!!

My name is Sasha, I am Ukrainian. So hello everyone (again)!

On AO3, I write something under the nickname "Ravish_me_red" :pp

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i love them so much

freedom

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the queen and the witch

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I'm gay

hotgomery professor AU bc i love them so so much

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I do not know! decided to share that I started publishing my work

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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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Me dancing to Fleetwood Mac in the shower at 2 am:

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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.

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Me: I have free time now, let's use it to write!

My motivation: Or we could not.

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some of my princesses au which you could see on my inst

I have not started writing yet, I have so many works that I continue, however, this is one of the ideas that I really liked. I am thinking about starting my account on AO3 but idk