“I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you standing there. Can I help you?”
“Conceited much, Sweetheart? Why would you assume I’m here for you?”
softeyes. hello, darlings! thanks for following/following back. hit me up if you want to start something. i have a few general opens over here, and if you’d like, I can direct you over here for plotting. you could also request my skype name if you’d rather plot like that. lastly, you can also click the little heart if you’d like me to write you a more personal starter.
happy writing! i hope to talk to you real soon.
“Damn, you have lovely hair.”
softeyes. I’ve tweaked my about section a bit, removing parts that no longer fit the characterization now that I’m getting a more solid grip on her. I’ve also put up a navigation page where my tagged stuff will go as well as additional information and inspirations. Below the cut are the meanings of the tags, for my own memory, and your clarification.
Beyond the wig that concealed her little slithering bundles of joy, a young snakelet wriggled its way up to smell the air. Em felt a nuzzle on the edge of her wig, and when she reached up to adjust it, she felt the soft scales and wet maw of the newborn. She pressed it down with her hand, furious eyes scanning for anyone who might have caught sight of the mishap.