Little ones that were individually very clear and fit within the lines snugly, as though they came from a typewriter. When time came to write important documents, Wilbur had to force himself to write in shorter, neater letters. it was much like his dad’s, philza––long, loopy, letters in cursive that were always a bit jumbled and never quite fit within the lines of the page. Wilbur’s handwriting wasn’t always the neatest. This is just a thought i had and i’m not sure if you said it already (sorry if u did!) but have you considered how each person’s writing would progress over time? not the content, but the actual writing, i think wil might start out putting a decent amount of effort into his writing (it’s still messy as fuck though, but it’s clear that he’s trying), documenting things that happen to him and all that and idk if you mentioned this but the entries might become more and more scarce and as his insanity gets worse, his handwriting is a reflection of that until most people on the server can barely read what’s written on the page? and at one point where he was starting to be more unstable nobody could read his writing except for phil, techno, and tommy (and maybe niki) because theyre the closest, but later he starts spiraling more and more until only phil can read it since he’s his father, and later no one can read it but himself? and once manburg vs pogtopia was over and the old wilbur was no more, ghostbur could no longer understand what he wrote in those final days, no matter how hard he tried? and so now the writing is lost and nobody on the server, including his own ghost and the people closest to him can read his last written words,? there are even a few people on here that have my phone number. This means using other social media to communicate - whatsapp, discord (I have an account but have never used it), instagram, that godawful bird app (which is almost exclusively filled with snarky tweets and baseball opinions). I’ll be answering these throughout the week.Īlso in the interest of being friendly and proving that I’m a real live person, I’m publicly stating that in certain cases, I’m very open to becoming non-tumblr friends. Send me as many as you want, or if there’s anything not listed that you’re interested in knowing, go ahead and ask. There are a lot of you, and I’msure that the follows are all for very different reasons, but I VERY MUCH appreciate every one of you, even if we’ve never interacted.Īs a way for my new followers to get to know me (if they want) I’ve compiled a list of ask games / random questions and will be posting below the cut. I hit a follower milestone a little while ago - number isn’t important, but THANK YOU ALL FOR FOLLOWING ME. The patter was a nice pink that looked nice against her skin, dainty little bows at the sleeves and in between her breasts accentuating her features. She was eager to find out how Harry liked the way she looked her dress a low neckline, and she wasn’t wearing a bra because it was one of those dress in which the fabric bunched at the breasts to create a makeshift cup. Humming contently, she took off to wash off her face in the restroom. Cheeky flashes of her bum glint at her teasingly. Checking herself in her mirror, she smiled at the way she looked when she swayed her hips side to side. With a careful yank, the light material cascaded down her body, dropping just below her bum. Once she managed to poke her head through, and the material rested all bunched up on her neck, the rest was a breeze. It required extra care when slipping her floral dress over her head. A way to keep his life private life and still do what he loves to do: write.Y/n stumbled upon his book two years ago, in the best sellers section at Barnes and Nobles, and has been slowly falling in love with him and his characters ever since.Ī little while back, she’d bought a lemon face scrub from a really expensive skincare place that had a sale, and meanwhile she put on her clothes, she put some on her cheekbones and forehead to sit for 15 minutes. No one knows who he is, how old he is, where he lives, or anything else about him really. The author, Lemus Knox, painted the image himself, as he say so in the acknowledgements. The castle was cottage like, with ivy covered walls and stone hedges complete with a moat and bridge wrapping around the area. The was was strong, with raven hair and a strong jaw that portured strongly as he kissed the brunette woman in a lilly gown that he held in his arms. A painting of a bodacious woman and handsome prince posing in front of a castle adorned the front cover (one of the main reasons why she bought it). Her novel, Our Sign of the Times by Lemus Knox was tatted and bent this way and that from all the times she’s cracked the pages open for a steamy read.
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