All interactive, all the time.

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The inspiration for this post came to me in the middle of the night, like all good ideas. I'd originally planned to do a 7 Sins version for the Postcard Secret sga_flashfic challenge, but I am no artist. I have no editing programmes. I couldn't even put text on these, and that has given me a whole new appreciation for the artists out there, so go out there and show them some love.

Right. I digress.

Here's my take on the Postcard Secret phenomenon (i.e. the website where people send postcards with their secrets).

Multifandom
Interactive.

Shakespeare had it wrong. My only hate sprung from my only love.

I'm tired of pretending.

One day he is going to leave me for someone else.

One day his ego will get us all killed.

I watch him sleep. Even I think this is creepy.

He leads. I follow. So does everyone else.

He was not the first heir.

At least I speak their language.

She touched what is mine. I hate her.

I think she loves him more than she loves me. I think I love him more too.

I have killed for him. I would do it again in a heartbeat.

Some days I believe he is my only friend.

He is not his father's son.

I am only doing this to make him happy.

Sometimes I wish she had died.

I have loved you since the day we met.

I am having second thoughts.

I have nothing left to believe in anymore.

His repression is ruining everything,

I'm less afraid of them than I am of loving her.

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He is not his father's son.
This could just be my own bias but omg if that's Ron, WOW. It tells a whole story in so little.

Sometimes 8 words is really all it takes, everything is extra.

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He is not his father's son.
This could just be my own bias but omg if that's Ron, WOW. It tells a whole story in so little.

There are a whole lot of interpretations of that postcard, aren't there? ;)