¡QUIEREN GUERRA! ¡TENDRÁN GUERRA!
Extraño au/Fanfic donde FNAFSL están en una guerra 🤨
La idea de esto se me ocurrió en la noche.
ok nvm about the spy april and alice are jers sisterz now this is good. good yezz :)
@tomorrowneverdiies liked for a Sister Victoria starter;
There’s usually an eerie silence that fills the church’s courtyard this late at night save for the ringing of the bells that signaled the end of the midnight mass for that night. Tonight though there was a different sound echoing off the old cobblestone brick that made up the majority of the courtyards structure. If it wasn’t such a late hour most probably would have gone to investigate, ears that are trained to hear prayer and other’s sorrows would have trained in to the slick wet sounds and the muffled gags that filled the air.
If anyone who lived in the convent had stumbled upon this scene it would have ended in catastrophe. The sight of one of their very own on their knees in front of one of the perish members with his pants handing around his knees. It was one of the biggest sins for a nun that you could break, your vow of marriage to the lord but there were so many things in this life that Victoria had yet to experience due to her sheltered life in the church.
To anyone who knew Sister Victoria they would assume she’d be the last to commit such a sin, not the first, and not on holy ground. But there she was. Glossy lips parted around a thick cock that she’s c h o k i n g on. It’s not their first encounter together, the sister had been committing sins with him for a little while now; her mouth and hands seeking out ways to please the mans needs, though she’d yet to fully break her vow.
That was getting harder and harder for her to resist though. As evident by her inability to stay still on the ground beneath him, rubbing her thighs together as her juices leak from her wet folds, already making a mess out of her panties and thighs. Her wimple is a mess of material in his grip, golden threads of her hair having already fallen out of its confides and threatened to spill out fully from the headdress. Light blue eyes flutter up to meet his gaze, a small bead of droll rolling down her chin as she continues to suck the man’s cock; a skill she had been improving upon with every forbidden meeting.
Me: ...well you know mom, if the shoe fits....
Erin: She wants it...
Found out yesterday that I got into my target university so this time next year I'll be living in Oregon yall
my mom has finally given up on me just realized
this is very short but the idea wouldnt leave me alone so hahaha enjoy?
The thing is, when Marcy went missing all those months ago, Cat had slowly but eventually accepted that she was never going to come back.
Kids her age… they don’t come back, when they disappear. No matter how the news spin it, with wild tales of three barely-teenagers stealing a gold-plated music box and then disappearing… Cat knows better than that. She’s binged enough true crime documentaries to know that thirteen year olds going missing are gone. She’ll never get her little sister back.
Cat had accepted that Marcy wouldn’t be coming back, and yet the only feeling in her chest when she does is dread.
Because this isn’t her Marcy.
Anne stands in front of her, her fists glowing blue. This isn’t anything new; Cat had realized that wherever Anne had gone had influenced her more than just a newfound interest in robotics long ago. The blue energy has appeared before, but not like this.
Anne said that Marcy was dead, Cat thinks, numbly, staring at the figure of what is her sister but also isn’t her sister at the same time. A helmet covered in glowing orange eyes obscures her face, and another eye glows brightly in the center of her chest, and yet that smile is so clearly Marcy it hurts. It hurts so bad. Cat had thought she was over the burning wildfire of grief that had overtaken her when Anne first arrived on her doorstep, but this takes it to a new levvel.
“Catherine,” Anne says, her voice tight with a shared grief, fists clenched tightly, “you should leave, it isn’t safe-”
“-like hell I will.” Catherine grips her wrench tightly, and she stares at the creature that is her sister but is also not her sister. The creature is smiling with Marcy’s smile, but when it moves, it’s with an unnatural, eerie movement, steps taken twisted and limbs stretching in ways that Cat has never seen before.
“Marcy,” she says, and it comes out a whisper when she wants it to be a scream. “What have they done to you?”
The creature’s smile just widens, and it steps forward again. “I have made her anew,” it says, and the voice is Marcy’s too, but different, monotone. “And now she is gone, and her body is mine, and there is nothing you or anyone else can do to bring her back. Your Wit is dead.”
Cat’s grip on her wrench tightens again. “No. I don’t believe that. We’ll get her back, even if I have to punch an infernal demon from hell to do it. Understand?”
Anne looks at her, surprise in those glowing blue eyes of hers, but she nods along, a fond smile on her face. “We’ll get Marcy back,” she says, and it sounds like a promise.
somehow the new splatoon 3 trailer brought back my motivation to draw
You’ve been holding out on me.
Anael (Sister Jo) and Ruby in Destiny's Child (15x13): Best of SPN Ladies [357 / ?]
sometimes I do shit and I think “wow I’m stupid” and then I remember there’s people in the world that genuinely believe Sweet Creature is about his sister..
“Gyutaro, do the face!”