Panville SocMed AU mini fic / OF creators / mutual pining /
Neville has a knack for plants. And women. He made it his goal to please them and give them the content they crave, hoping that the one he truly wants will reach out.
She lives! Just very tired, still trying to get back that writing mojo.
Our scathed heart is updated after some time. Because Iโll always get back to them. ๐
https://t.co/2cMCG4TTxo
When the winter skying gear fits better than last year, without you starving yourself. ๐ฅน๐ฅน๐ฅน
(Yes, itโs 3 weekly weightlifting trainings, but itโs a habit I enjoy after 2 years, and yes, the difference isnโt big, I didnโt lose s ton of weight. But Iโm strong and feel good.)
She pinned him in the morning light,straddling his waist,fingers curling in his hair.โIโve got you now,Mr Parkinson.โ
He laughed against her jaw.โIโm not taking your name,Pansy.โ
She caught his lip in her teeth,a wicked gleam in her eyes.โIs that a challenge?โ
For @artofcrumbsโค๏ธ
Should be writing, but finally learned how to knit and it became my personality for the rest of the year (at least, until another hyperfixation takes over).
@DrPansyP Socks with ruffled hem, my third project. ๐ they marked it as super easy, but magic loop on circular needles is a little challenging!
Honestly, I totally get it know, even though I rage-quitted 3x before. I blame the tutorials. As a crocheter, it took a while to switch my brain
George, aside from jokeshop, becomes an artificer that makes magical items on demand.
Insert unspeakable Pansy, asking for a pair of high-heeled boots.
// panville
The farmhand was staring at her.
Pansy had been out with her entire family โ father, mother, and her spinster aunt Ivy โ for a Parkinson holiday tradition: picking out the oversized Lodgepole Pine at the only farm who grew them as big as they preferred.