This is basically just some Solangelo one shots. They are inspired by prompts I have seen. It is mainly fluff, some spicier fluff, a sprinkle of smut.
I take ideas and recommendations, but I don't really love angst. Like I said, it is pretty much ju...
Hey y'all!! this is not an update obviously (one will be posted shortly after this one though), but I would like to thank everyone who has supported me, whether that is simply by reading, commenting, or voting. You all have been so supportive and I am so grateful for all y'all's encouragement!
We made it to 5K everyone!!! (I know it's technically 6K, but I got too busy and forgot to post this last week lol)
I genuinely love writing and posting these. I also think it's wonderful to interact with more Solangelo crazed people in this wonderful fandom lol 🤣
You all mean so much, to me, and just in general, honestly. Everyone of you wonderful human beings deserves to be happy and loved :) Please take care and know that you matter (Gods I'm so cheesy🥲) I do really mean it though :))
Love always,
Neptune <3
**Here's a little writing snip-it I did for English class and I kind of loved how it turned out. It has nothing to do with solangelo, but I think it's kinda pretty(?) It was supposed to be inspired by the drawing below **
The Salem Wolf -- Howard Pyle (he painted this back in 1909)
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Prowling paws and matted coat. Snarling lips and drooling tongue. Rusted red around teeth and muzzle.
Huddled together, cowering from the beast. Still winter air, too calm to be comfortable. Claws crunching in the snow and the monster stepping closer.
Piercing yellow eyes, resembling the sky behind the thundering clouds above, stabbing into those who gazed upon him.
Him. 'He is no ordinary beast' they say. The one they whisper about, preach about. The one who we fear so much. The one they tell us only grants chaos and havoc. The one that only wants suffering.
Though, the more those amber eyes peered over the 'innocent', the more they looked less malicious; more curious. The fur missing patches if examined closely, ears shifting at every catch of breath and minuscule movement.
The beast's breath was ragged, though he had not been running. He crept closer, sniffing in all directions. He was even closer now, judging, criticizing.
But, as quick as he had scampered in front of us, he was gone. Leaving no trace, but the ivory footprints in his wake.
