What's better than a devil you don't know?
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As sleepless nights continued, Dianora faced the tribulations of her pregnancy, whilst Gianluca seemingly lived in his own world of career jargon. The poor girl became haunted with all such emotions and sought consolation from her husband, and yet she found him, awake as she, with a glass of wine as he finally concluded his work day, without an ounce of sympathetic conversation offered to her. Of course, Dianora loved Gianluca but her physical woes altered her as irritated and melancholic, discovering that Gianluca’s blissfulness could only enrage her on account of her own pains.
However, with such heightened emotions of spite, finally came calmness with the swiftness of Gianluca’s apology. He did not become defensive, rather taking note of his wife’s dismay, for this time he realised fighting for his pride was not worth Dianora’s suffering. As each day went on, their child grew, but as did the ups and downs between the two of them; as usually, Dianora could entertain herself when Gianluca was working, she was now but confined to their home, not bothering to dress, nor change from her undergarments. Thus, her loneliness could only consolidate the pain her body was inflicting on her.
Yet, despite all this, Gianluca’s light-hearted, and poorly timed, jest of her mother-in-law was still able to make her smile.
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fuck it
i hate to be that person but i do want a bigger sample size if possible -_-
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im asexual but that imac is looking a little
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"I hadn't seen him before, though I should have looked. His skin was not black like the Nimbians'. It was a deep brownish red, like fired clay, like that of the ancient people who'd left their portraits on the walls of the ruins on islands in the middle sea. His hair was dark like his half sister's, but her hair reflected the light in flashes of gold and auburn; his was black like charcoal. His face was much narrower, his nose sharper. On one cheek was a lighter scar of a burn mark, shaped like a rounded feather."
[ID: a digital drawing depicting the God of Thieves; Eugenides. He is as described in the blurb above. He is wearing a flowery jacket, and adorned in jewelry. End ID]
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WHY DOES IT SAYS THERE’S SOMETHING IN MY INBOX WHEN THERE’S NOT
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the thing about rohan is that his way of relating to other people, just, human bonds in general got completely fucked over since reimis murder... he has been experiencing these connections INDIRECTLY
people are objects of study to him, being so scientific about learning other people's stories overall makes him insanely DETACHED in terms of social relationships. the manifestation of his soul is, a child. heavens door is just a child. can you think about that please. the manifestation of his soul has the power to make people unconscious or powerless so he can read and steal and even overwrite their realities without having to ever hear from their experiences directly
"I draw manga because i want to be read" <- he needs these connections, and, for most of his life he's not even aware of why hes so fucked up. he doesn't remember reimi's murder, and even says this ↓ about it.
(and, on the topic of how rohans childhood affected his way of relating to people forever, we can also speculate what this means about his relationship to his parents, who apparently just..never told him about reimi's murder)
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i cant fucking do this anymore
hey this is my picsart edit blog where i make shitty (or not shitty, depends on how im feeling) picsart icons or whatever. most of these will be bad and terrible and will suck. Sorry.
i will edit literally anything. watch me
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