Tempted to write a post Workin’ Boys fic about Grace and Richie’s friendship where they help each other heal from what happened…or maybe become more fucked up and go on a murder spree together idk
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have been in a silly fic mood but i started a few so you guys get to choose
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Look at this menace to society
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"I'll do what you can't, you do what I can't" should be Sanji and Usopp's wedding vows. It should be engraved on their rings. It should be repeated back and forth from one to the other until they're old and gray and neither of them can remember who said it first. It's the perfect summary of their relationship and in this essay I will
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WIP
LOST MY 💲♓🎐🌴again TWO NIGHTS ago.
Have another Spamton also losing his marbles!
Also, I will do something more with this, I swear. I just saw someone (you know who you are ehehe) mention this piece idea and was like, "LOL I LITERALLY DREW THAT."
“One of the saddest things in life, is the things one remembers.”
― Agatha Christie
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what I've been up to:
continued on the winery
worked on a bookshop + grocery store in Windenburg
finished Heather Robersons bedroom
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More Than A Quick Shot - Chapter 07
“Has Arthur always insulted you?” Johanna had enquired, causing John to jerk on the reins, unexpecting such a question from the woman.
“Uhh…” John uttered, redirecting the horses back onto the road. “It wasn’t always like that.” He admitted shamefully, his eyes fidgeting, looking at everything but the woman next to him. “I…uhh…left a couple of years back, went out on my own for a while. Arthur saw it as me betraying the group.” His hands tightened on the reins at his admittance, something Johanna could easily take notice of. It was obvious that John didn’t appreciate the negativity that Arthur constantly threw his way. As kids, they had fought like blood brothers rather than surrogate siblings, yet Arthur and John had always gotten on well. Now, there was one-sided hostility between them. John knew it wasn’t just him leaving for a year that had angered Arthur. It was abandoning Abigail and Jack.
“Only Arthur found an issue with you leaving?” Johanna asked. She knew there was something more to it and that she was probably prying more than she should. If more than Arthur had found issues with him vanishing for a year, he may have never been allowed back into camp. John had only responded with a ‘yeah’, indicating that he didn’t want to discuss the matter further. “So…the supplies you’re buying today…no sack with a dollar symbol painted on it?” Johanna asked, a single eyebrow raised. John sat back in the wagon, looking at the woman sideways. He wasn’t sure how to respond at first, but he soon chuckled, shaking his head when he noticed the small smirk on the redhead’s lip, the woman attempting to crack a joke to lighten the mood and ease the tension rising in John from her questioning.
“No,” John spoke. “But I can get one.” The two laughed hard, enjoying the small bonding session.
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art block is an evil poison that wounds me. Arrow attack to fight back
rly tho it’s been a tough few weeks of jumping between wips but not knowing how to bridge the gap from “in progress” to “finished” and I’m still not sure how 2 shake it. Does anyone have a ray gun that completely resets the creative process on a neural level
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