redgarters
Hopeless romantic
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Well, they do say there's a thin line between love and hate.There you are you scwewy wabbit!
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So did they break their vows, and then fuck, or did they hate-fuck to break their vows, and then decided actually they weren't that bad.Well, they do say there's a thin line between love and hate.![]()
There you are you scwewy wabbit!
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What's the title?This is my OTP, and this should be a Yuri manga.
What's the title?
better than I came up with.Love Thy Neighbor as Thyself?
ADDENDUM: The Ts on the logo would be crosses.
better than I came up with.
I just have this completely unsupported suspicion that they saw each other as temptation and were muttering 'stupid sexy Flanders' all the time. God you're so fuckable! I can't stand being around you! Get away!
True, but it still might make a decent enemies to lovers story. Ya know, with a stop over to friendship in the middle."But the two did not immediately bond after meeting as novices. Luiza recalled thinking Fran was “an unbearable and stuck-up little nun”, while Fran said she also felt an instant dislike for Luiza for no clear reason.
Daily life in the convent gradually changed that, and by 2020 the pair had become close friends. Both later left religious life after struggling with their mental health."
Well that's much less entertaining and salacious. :/
Bless me Father, for I have sinned. It's been ninety minutes since my last confession...True, but it still might make a decent enemies to lovers story. Ya know, with a stop over to friendship in the middle.
Or, you could still use it as inspiration for the more entertaining and salacious story that all of our minds were trying to create.
redgarters did it. We were just standing here doing nothing. We told him not to but he did anyway.*Sigh*
So it goes: gotta find OF models to cartoonify while studying anatomy and put them in habits.
redgarters did it. We were just standing here doing nothing. We told him not to but he did anyway.
"But the two did not immediately bond after meeting as novices. Luiza recalled thinking Fran was “an unbearable and stuck-up little nun”, while Fran said she also felt an instant dislike for Luiza for no clear reason.
Daily life in the convent gradually changed that, and by 2020 the pair had become close friends. Both later left religious life after struggling with their mental health."
Well that's much less entertaining and salacious. :/
The house at the end of the close was the Witches’ House. The two ladies who lived there were different, everyone knew that. Precisely what made them different was less certain, but even so.
Their differentness radiated from them whenever they walked down the close to the main street, and whenever they sat on a bench in the Common, feeding the ducks, and whenever they were in their garden, pruning the rosebush or tying back the wisteria.
They rarely spoke, or even smiled. Once, Tommy had stopped on his bike outside the Witches’ House, ready to show he wasn’t afraid by calling them witches. The taller one had turned to him, looked for a moment, then opened her mouth in a wide grin.
It wasn’t a smile. Tommy had dropped his bike and ran.
Then one day, years later, the cat got out and ran into their garden. I was still living with Mum and Dad, but they were away for the week and the cat was my responsibility. So I had to go and get it.
It was one of those early spring evenings, when it was already dark but the air held a hint of warmth. The hedge was still bare from winter, and I squeezed in, trying to be as quiet as I could, trying to stop my nerves from screaming at me.
It was silly, of course. I was nearly twenty, and I didn’t believe in witches. Of course not! These were just two strange, quiet ladies who liked to mind their own business. There was nothing for me to be afraid of.
So I peered round the garden, looking for a small feline shape, hoping it was close by. I finally spotted her, on the windowsill.
My heart sank. I’d have to go over there. The light was on inside, and I could see someone moving around.
“Cat!” I hissed, but she didn’t listen.
I made myself step forward, telling myself again that there was nothing to worry about. The cat looked up as I approached on tiptoes, and rose to her feet, tail up in the air, a self-satisfied purr coming from deep within.
Quickly I reached out and grabbed her, praying that she wouldn’t make any more noise. She came quietly enough, and I was about to turn away when suddenly a face appeared before me.
It was the taller one of the pair, and as her eyes locked on mine I realised that in all those years she hadn’t aged a single day.
You cannot, cannot leave this unfinished. I will not permit it. I WILL HAUNT YOUR SOCKS.
This mae me think that we need a story about a female version of Dorian Gray. but a quick search tells me that there aleeady is a full series on them (and maybe others?).I feel like “haunt your socks” should appear in the story. But I like the idea that they are aging normally but she’s one of those with good genes that look like they made a deal with the devil. Like Bernadette Peters.
Damn, this is a good one. I'll admit to being tempted, but I doubt my capacity to do it justice.Free use, up for adoption.
Prudence. Popularly teased as "Prudence the Prude." May need a nice Plot Bunny Pen if not adopted.
The twist is that rather than being a prude, she has rebelled against the label and is quietly, secretly even, polymorphously perverse. You name it, she will try it. Probably already has.
Flexible as to personal details, but my intial image of Pru was tall, thin, smallish breats, not much in the hip or ass dept. Long dark hair (why am I obessing over hair down to the ass these days?). Maybe 30ish? Though a "just graduated high school" version could lead to some fun. Maybe even a prom recollection plot?
I don't see her as the December side of Mature, but your mileage may vary.
Modify as your imagination requires.
A notification here and/or FUCK™ if you publish would be cool. If you want to plug the thread that inspired you in an Author's Note, even better.
One question though: Which end is "the December side"? The impression I get from the rest of your post is that she would be the younger one, but May comes before December, so the May would be the older one, wouldn't it?Free use, up for adoption.
Prudence. Popularly teased as "Prudence the Prude." May need a nice Plot Bunny Pen if not adopted.
The twist is that rather than being a prude, she has rebelled against the label and is quietly, secretly even, polymorphously perverse. You name it, she will try it. Probably already has.
Flexible as to personal details, but my intial image of Pru was tall, thin, smallish breats, not much in the hip or ass dept. Long dark hair (why am I obessing over hair down to the ass these days?). Maybe 30ish? Though a "just graduated high school" version could lead to some fun. Maybe even a prom recollection plot?
I don't see her as the December side of Mature, but your mileage may vary.
Modify as your imagination requires.
A notification here and/or FUCK™ if you publish would be cool. If you want to plug the thread that inspired you in an Author's Note, even better.
My understanding of the idiom is that May always refers to younger, December means older- as in the seasons of life.One question though: Which end is "the December side"? The impression I get from the rest of your post is that she would be the younger one, but May comes before December, so the May would be the older one, wouldn't it?
Or am I understanding the idiom wrong again? (Like the time I thought growers were the ones with length while flaccid and showers were the ones that retracted... I'd assumed it meant that, when aroused, they either grow larger from where they are or start to show to begin with, rather than the intent that some grow only when aroused and some show continuously...)
go for itDamn, this is a good one. I'll admit to being tempted, but I doubt my capacity to do it justice.