Went into writing this fic as a kind of Theo goes overboard trying to woo Liam in embarrassing ways to an over 10k monstrosity of idiots in love with secondhand embarrassment
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trying so hard to rest my wrist but my lesbian pirates are calling to me like sirens and i've just found a bunch of old ideas i adore and GENDERENVY has been neglected for far too long and
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He'll growl and bite at Roman's dogs if they even boof at him.
Type Bingo || Accepting!
Rorschach's threat towards his dogs is quickly drowned out by a terrifying scream, the sort of primordial sound one might expect from an enraged pterodactyl. How dare he? Roman slaps the letter as though it had personally offended him and it did because the stinking vigilante had scored unusually high, far too high for the crime lord's comfort.
"Why you-you! Little son of a bitch!" Roman roars. He's so angry he can't get any more words out, breaking out into furious Italian that even somebody fluent in the language wouldn't understand the rate he was talking at.
Grabbing the paper, Roman tears it in two, Rocco and Dante's boofing escalating to frantic booms as they feed off the manic energy in the air. Roman was incandescent with rage and not even a bottle of whiskey was going to calm it.
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drawing my first comic in a WHILE and it is . SO stupid
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so I don't understand where exactly this fear of speaking came from. I guess it's many many reasons. At work the other day, it was just me and one older girl closing and we don't talk very much, or even ever. I did the dishes and she cleaned the outside and, i don't think we talked at all. And sometimes I wanted to say something but couldn't. And sometimes I did say something but she didn't hear me, like how I said I could mop but she just went ahead and started mopping before I could. So I think that is one thing. Being unheard.
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