#ajax

[nomohmoss]

never-ending performance trio

[homericnerd]

⚠️It does not justify their actions in a culture and period full of war and suffering⚠️

[fruity-mond]

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR @tartaeya FOR COMMISSIONING ME!! I CAN FINALLY BUY THE CHAEYA ZINE IM SO HAPPY.

I don't know when the zine will arrive but I'll most likely graduate high school with them at my doorstep which is kinda funny

They're stargazing... :((

[su-rodriguez]

baby boi

[meoryart]

So we all agree that Lumi has big d energy or

[v1rtual1nsanity]

The fisherman's son

[phosbogey]

7/20 🎂

[an-albino-pinetree]

Happy boy 🩶

[eulaties]

ajax canonically being a 🤓☝️ kid im sick

[askalexvjohnson]

I saw Keegan sleeping against you last night. That happen often?

Can't a friend be a pillow for another friend without it being romantic?

And that answer is no, it doesn't happen often. Yesterday was an exception.

And why were you even looking at us anyway, huh? 🤨

@keegan-askblog thoughts?

[duhaeriss]

tartaglia and lumine dancing sketches!!!! I'm shaking i need childe back now

[summer-of-27]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[kazumist]

getting hit by a snowball in the face by a complete stranger was not how you wanted to start your day.

“agh! oh my god, i’m so sorry. that was meant for my little brother, i swear!” the man—a ginger, you noted—said. you removed the residue of snow from your hair and sighed at him. “it’s fine; don’t worry. accidents happen.”

“are you sure you’re okay? i threw that snowball kind of hard…” he then says, moving closer. you stepped back, of course, cautious of him. he steps back as well, in surprise, realizing that what he’s doing might seem creepy to you. the ginger sheepishly rubs his golved hand on his neck, avoiding eye contact now. “it’s—i’m alright. thank you for the concern, though.”

“can i at least treat you for some hot cocoa? i know a place that serves the best you’ll ever taste.” he offers. you pondered about it for a moment, leaning more on the option of rejecting the offer. but before you could say anything, he already spoke first. “i insist—it’ll be quick, i promise! i just didn’t want you to leave it like this.” well, at least he knows he’s insistent. “fine, one hot cocoa it is then.”

“great! i’m ajax, by the way.”

— — — — — — — — 

“how did you and dad meet again?”

you froze with your child’s question. it was a funny tale, really. you looked outside of the kitchen window, reminiscing that day once again. “he threw a snowball at my face.” you chuckled as you continued cutting the apple in your hand.

“huh?! that must’ve hurt then!”

“well, it did, but look where that brought us now.”

note: happy birthday ajax ♡ no long fic for you this year but your birthday art immediately gave me this idea LOL but i feel kinda 50 50 with this one <//3

[nomohmoss]

protectors of childhood dreams

[su-rodriguez]

ajax chiquito

[elysian-edu]

rich husbands who make their whole life about taking care of you.

oh, that necklace you glanced at while at the mall? now you're there trying several other ones on because "they all look perfect on you."

the dress you looked at through that shop window? bought. plus anything else you even remotely wanted.

that snack you crave almost all the time? he almost buys the whole business for you just to have them as often as you'd like. (in moderation of course!)

rich husbands who don't understand why you want to work, and every time you tell them why they simply say:

"i can provide more than enough for the both of us, but go ahead."

rich husbands the second they see you all stressed and tired from that job, call in and quit for you.

and when you try to get up the next morning to go to said job, he ushers you back to bed, lays you down and tells you to "not worry about that pesky job again."

rich husbands who like to make it known to everyone that you're married to him.

buys you the biggest rock you've ever seen adorned on your finger to propose to you, and makes it his routine to see if you have his ring on. (which you always do.)

indirectly flaunts it to passersby's by holding your hand, occasionally picking your hand up to inspect it, and trying not to crack a smile as he hears women gasp, and whisper, "she's one lucky woman."

rich husbands who tell everyone they know about you, whether that be coworkers, family, or random people, he'll always somehow flip the conversation to being about you.

"oh that? my wife is quite fond of it, yes."

"that reminds me of my wife, she quite likes those things. often calling them "cute.""

rich husbands <33