imperiuswrecked: I just love *clenches fist* talking about character analysis and why characters act the way they do. It’s supremely satisfying to figure out motivations of characters and see how that ties into their core nature and how they perceive the world around them.
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There’s a loud bang, and then a crash, and then the sounds of Tom’s daughter crying can be heard throughout the house.
Anons from My Muses Children || Selectively Accepting His daughter ran off as soon as her peanut butter and banana sandwich was finished, leaving most of her carrots for him to munch on as he tidied the kitchen. Tom was cleaning up from lunch when he heard the crash. He immediately dropped the dish heContinue reading “There’s a loud bang, and then a crash, and then the sounds of Tom’s daughter crying can be heard throughout the house.”
joannahunts: heart-on-her-sleeve: Tom was surprised but delighted at the kiss from Jo. He kissed her back, moving his hand to cup her face. As he pulled out of the kiss, he gave her a little peck before fully pulling away. A soft smile returned to his face as he looked at Jo. “That’s the best newsContinue reading
huntresscaraquinn: heart-on-her-sleeve: As Tom sat back on his heels, he took the leftover water and cleaned his hands of the blood that coated his hands. Paying special attention to the tattoo on the inside of his right wrist. His fingers ran over the raised ink, the tattoo on it’s final days of healing. His headContinue reading
leroiloup: heart-on-her-sleeve: “ So what if I am? ” He asked with a smile, though his tone suggested defensiveness. Stefan straightened his tie, fully abandoning his hunt and letting the hunger ache in his belly keep him on his toes. “ You know, I think I might take you up on that offered drink, after all. ” Continue reading
setitallaflame: heart-on-her-sleeve: Stefan pulled the bag from his mouth and scoffed. “And you’re supposed to be that person to pull me back? Yeaah, good luck with that,” he laughed bitterly, continuing to drain the bag. The more he drank, the more power he felt. “I’ll cross that bridge when I get to it!” His voice grew to aContinue reading