My love, my life, my reason for being, YOU LOOK AMAZING. ๐ฅบ๐ฅฐ๐๐
I love my wife so much. โฅ My wife, have you seen him in all his wonderful glory? Have you seen him? THERE HE IS! ๐คฉโค๏ธโ๐ฅ๐๐
The thorns? The drama? The poses? The skin? Pinch me, I'm dreaming! SWOONING. ๐ต๐คฏ๐ฅด๐ตโ๐ซ๐
The light of my life, here. Now. At this moment! I'm crying tears of joy!! ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ๐๐ค๐ซ๐
Guess how I spent my valentine's day morning.
Holy mother Mary on a rubber tricycle, I got Never Gonna Give You Up!
I would rickroll the hell out of everyone, fuck yeah I'm singing!
You've probably seen polls about "Would you sing for X minutes / in front of X many people / etc. for $" before. Well. Here's another one!
If you sing a song in front of 50,000 people, you get a million dollars... but this time, you don't get to pick the song.
Spin this wheel of song options, and that's what you have to sing in front of a stadium full of people. You will have 30 minutes to prepare.
My grandma talking to my mom and asking her if she's in the middle of writing anymore books after publishing one: "Well, do you have anymore stories you're writing? I mean, you just completed one, you probably have others you're working on..."
My mother: "Mom, I just finished a book, I don't have another one just lined up! How many books can one person be writing at once anyway?"
Me, quietly sitting in my antisocial corner literally in the middle of writing a Godwyn x Reader oneshot smutfic with stacks of other WIP fics in my Google docs: *Overhearing their conversation* "..You'd be surprised..."
Dude, Vivinos can't kill my little fluffle of sunshine on Valentines day, right? Right??? Don't do this to me, don't kill Luka too. Please. T^T
I might not have made an in-game model for her, but I did make a design for her in Picrew. So, I finally have something to properly show how she looks.
So, here is Maylis. ๐ผ
Maylis, dubbed 'the Flower Mother' by those she knew before. The title just seemed to stick...
A lowly Tarnished guided by grace, returned to the Lands Between to fix what she had ruined and lost long ago...
Maylis, a young maiden who frolics through the petals of flowers and the fallen leaves of a minor Erdtree.
Merely the echoes of a time before she was taken away from her home. The echoes of a life once lived...
(Maylis, pre-shattering)
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Credits to the creator of the dress-up game/artist:
OMG OMG OMG, I MISSED THE DROP, BUT HOLY HELLโ
HE'S HERE! At long last, Capitano is here!!
My husband has arrived!! ๐
Don't worry, he'll come home. Trust! ๐
I will fucking riot if they kill this man... Don't do it, hoyo.
Something horrible about not knowing how to draw is that I have all these little people in my head that are probably going to stay in there forever, unless I write about them instead. Which I probably won't do cause I'm tired and also, ironically enough, suck at writing.
Rennala deserved so much better.
That's it. That's the post. Just the cold, hard truth.
(Might try to make a fanfic for her later, but idk. I just want her to be happy, man!)
หห๐นญ ึดึถึธ You can call me Maven .แโ Female - She/Her โ
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