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Full of love (and also Angy) https://t.co/3fhMo1Upnv
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Spit the Pith (and drink the day in)
Phantom Thread au, 1950s, where the ghosts of ww2 still haunt reclusive writer John Bridgens and his muse, hotel bartender Henry Peglar
Today is the one year anniversary of my first terror fic on ao3! Celebrating with the shittiest self portrait I've ever doodled
Today is the one year anniversary of my first terror fic on ao3! Celebrating with the shittiest self portrait I've ever doodled
Oh hohoho yes. Perceive my sketch (about 1/3 of the way through the planned wc, it's happening babes!)
It's important that you know I don't exclusively think about the terror. I also have silly little cowboy ocs that live in my head 🤠