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[ask-abel-lotf]

"Thank you for seeing me Asa. I'll try to avoid future alterations if possible."

"Though, this is Everette Ainsworth we're talking about. I certainly didn't go in expecting to break his nose, though I can't exactly say I'm ashamed. He really did have that coming."

"Can't say I'll seek him out, but if he's asking for it, who am I to decline?"

<< Abel lets out a chuckle as he jokes with Asa, he flexes his fingers back and forth to if anything to prove to himself that they were okay. Not that he didn't believe Asa, more that he expected to have some reminder of his altercation. >>

(mentioned: @everettes-requiem )

"I hope you're not overly busy, I just figured I'd stop by."

"I got in an... altercation, I just wanted to be sure there's no lasting injuries in my hand. I'll be out of your hair as soon as possible."

( @ask-abel-lotf )

hmm, your hand looks perfectly fine to me. I suggest resting it- perhaps refraining from anymore fights.

Y'know, I spoke to Everette recently. He had a... well he looked quite rough, lets say.

[Asa smirked, a playful lit in his voice.]

Say, we're you the lad that slapped him silly? You we're, weren't you!

[Asa chuckled deep from his chest. It was first time he's laughed in a while.]

Oh I'm sure he deserved it! Hey- Hey, if you see him again, give him another for me, will you?

-🦉

[ask-abel-lotf]

[A sigh escaped on his lips. Whatever that may imply. he doesn't know either, but lately he has been way too mentally tired to start masking. For some reason, he still has a bit traces of fever every now and then, but he can probably get over it. He will. Unless the beast comes back. ]

Hello. I heard there was a commotion going around. I'm just here to check up on you. Ainsworth is.. a bit too aggressive on everyone all the time, I am sorry you had to deal with him. Need any help?

[He puts on a smile, albeit weak. Norman is desperately trying to calm his own nerves down but for some reason, he just couldn't. Almost as if like som𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔.]

- 🐍 ( @ask-norman-alexander-lotf )

"Your Norman correct? Of what I've heard you've been rather under the weather as of lately. I planned to introduce myself to you eventually, but you seemed rather.. preoccupied."

"Ainsworth is rather.. confrontational.. insufferable even. Thanks for your gracious offer, as of now I believe I gave the cretin handled."

"People talk about you y'know. I don't pay much mind to that though, I do know you're rather nice to my cousin. Seems you're one of the few."

<< Abel's expression softens on Norman, an expression of fondness warms his face. He notices a shift in demeanor from Norman. >>

"You look rather paranoid Alexander, can I help you with anything?"

<< Abel's face shifted to a curious, almost worried face. Abel stands there looking at the boy standing a mere three inches shorter than him, still looking ever so slightly feverish despite his recovery. Norman looked stressed, and Abel wasn't one to decline someone help. >>

( Mentioned; @we-are-richard-lotf )

[ask-abel-lotf]

“Hello! I’m Ryder, and I saw a littlun putting flowers in your hair a little while ago and it sparked a bit of creativity in me, so I drew you! Do you see it? ^_^”

-Ryder Emerson

"I do see the resemblance, It looks rather nice, Ryder was it? I'm terribly sorry I didn't introduce myself sooner."

"I hear you're the one others that happen to be good with littluns, is there a story behind that? I've found a lot of littluns enjoy putting flowers in my hair. I had one tell me that they'd like to put it in braids. I told them they were welcome to try when my hair got a tad longer."

<< Abel smiled at the older boy, rather complimented by the drawing. It looked as if worry had drained from the blonde boy's face, complimenting by the wind making the flowers dance in Abel's hair. He rather appreciated the drawing. Perhaps Ryder's generous drawing skills where all Abel needed to momentarily forget the tears awaiting him. >>

[ask-abel-lotf]

"You know, you're causing a really big commotion, thwacking folks like that in plain daylight.

You're lucky the island's not a schoolground, or else you'd be in big trouble, but there's still people around. Not me, I wasn't there, but word travels from anyone that was.

Everyone's going to think you're crazy psycho now, when they hear the story, you know? Not me, though, I think he deserved it. Who does he think he is, talking to me like that? You might as well have done everyone a favor, hopefully he learns to control his big ugly mouth now.

Why, 'm only thanking you. It'd be nice to get on your good side, because I'd like to keep my face intact. My mama told my papa once that I have a nice, cute little button nose. I wouldn't want some psycho to break it, right?"

- 🔪 ( @finscadetkids )

"Oh, you're Johnny right? I think I've heard Asa mumbling about you under his breath. You're friend's with the one who has been rumored to have a gun. I really have been meaning to introduce myself to the two of you, I really have. I've just been... Preoccupied."

"I figured people would talk, there doesn't seem to be much privacy on this island, someone was bound to see. I couldn't care less, Ainsworth had it coming."

"Perhaps he'll learn to keep your name along with my brother's name out of his filthy mouth."

<< Abel's face grew sour as Everette was brought up, he enjoyed the thought of Ainsworth about as much as a person would enjoy starting a fly. He didn't call him Ainsworth as a sign of respect, but because his tongue could not feel clean if that name was spoken from it. >>

"It is rather difficult to be on my bad side, and you're one of the more pleasant to talk to. Rest assured, I do not punch without reason and I don't seem to think you'd give me reason. Alas, your button nose is safe."

"My mother taught me that any man who belittles others for his own enlightenment is no man. That cretin is lucky he didn't speak ill on Nancy's name or perhaps he would've gotten more than a broken nose."

<< When Abel brings up Nancy his face softens, almost as if the mere thought of her made flowers grow in the darkest parts of Abel's being. His hands shift from stiff and rigged fists to soft and welcoming as they hung to Abel's side. The subtle shift in his body language showing the subtle comfort Abel was feeling. Then as quickly as his face softened, his eyes hardened. Looking almost as if they could wield daggers, anyone who knew Abel could tell that his mind was on Jude's 'warning'. >>

"I'll tell you this, though I don't know if it means much, I'll be in your corner. You're acquaintance. Just, introduce me to your friend."

"Do we have a deal Johnny?"

<< Abel offers his hand to the boy just shy his age, his face wasn't contorted in some wicked smirk, but a rather genuine smile. He didn't look down on the boy with annoyance or bitterness as some might, but with mutual respect. >>

( OC's mentioned; Asa Damon from @bubos-apothecary , Nicholas from @finscadetkids , Everette Ainsworth from @everettes-requiem , Nancy Linwood from @the-dead-kids and Jude Reeves from @white-wysteria )

[ask-abel-lotf]

"Hello Abel. I shan't bother with pleasantries. I have known of you for a while after we had such a wonderful introduction. Acting prim and proper, are we? Acting like we know everything about everyone once again, eh? You can drop the act now, Yarrow. I know the venom that spits from your teeth. It is just as lethal as the boys who paint their skin and claim themselves to be hunters. You are no better than the filth that they dance upon and the pigs they gut.

However, I am not here to give you whatever analysis of yourself you may desire. My business with you has everything to do with that girl. You know the one. Short. Aloof. Runs away at the slightest of noises. Her.

I heard from an anonymous source - a tip, if you will, like one of those true crime films - that a certain cousin of yours has a slight issue with the girl. Nothing large, just enough to perhaps... send her into the woods. Only God knows what happens to the pigs who escape into the hunter's territory. You wouldn't want to wake up one day to find her gutted, would you? I thought not.

Keep an eye on the girl, won't you Abel. Your cousin may not seem a threat, but even the cowering dog bites. It would be too much of a shame for her to be on the receiving end of it. A well trained pet never forgets the instincts that raised it."

-Jude 🌾

"I am man enough to admit I have a darkness within me, there's some within everyone. A fuze if you will. Everyone's fuze leads to something I suppose."

"Consider your 'warning' appreciated Reeves. Though, I've yet to figure what someone of your status gets out of this. Do you get something about this Reeves? Something material? Some entertainment?"

"I suppose that is none of my business, though I will keep my eye on you. I may not have you figured out yet, but I will eventually Jude Reeves."

( oc's mentioned: Nancy Linwood of @the-dead-kids and @the-kitt-records )

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💫 OOC Atlas Here 💫

One of my biggest regrets with my oc's is that I didn't make Abel's @ something more creative before the name caught on, and every time I type the @ and I have to scroll past all the fucking hasbin hotel blogs I grit my teeth a little.

[Fun Fact; His @ was almost abels-requiem until I realized that stroke of 'genius' was @kunfire 's original idea lmao]

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💫OOC: The visual of Abel holding Everette by the collar and telling him it'd be a shame if her bled on his choir robes does things to me.💫

everette, while sensing abel’s growing anger, had pushed too far without even noticing it. that was one sorry mistake

the hit barely registered, his eyes immediately tearing up and black spots beginning to slowly cover his vision

he let out a small cry, followed by a gasp as the only thing stopping him from stumbling backwards and falling was abel’s hold on his ruffled collar

he breathed from his mouth, rigid and raspy. his hand came up to feel at his nose, the wet redness staining not only abel’s hand, but now everette’s

he winced. it wasn’t only bleeding, it was broken.

everette fell to the sand, looking up at abel who had decided this was enough for the time being. this was a sign of mercy, at least for now.

“i suppose we both proved our points” he muttered

but, as soon as abel turned his back and left, the tears that had once come from shock, had began to run down his cheeks as the adrenaline wore off. his vision ran poor

he breathed in and out, struggling to do so as they were out of place and rapid. he stared at his blood covered hand, the only thing he could see. he couldn’t hear anything, he couldn’t feel anything other than his heartbeat and the pain of his injury.

people must have seen, there must be at least someone watching him pathetically sit there after the bitter exchange. but he couldn’t get up. the only thing he could do was think. even if his thoughts were filled with one thing

what would mother think? he thought, no— he panicked. if she saw you like this, picking fights and biting off more than you can obviously chew.

would she abandon you too, everette?

@ask-abel-lotf re: the altercation

[ask-abel-lotf]

" ℐ'𝒹 𝒷𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓀 𝓂𝓎𝓈ℯ𝓁𝒻 𝒶𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝒾𝒻 𝒾𝓉 𝓂ℯ𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎ℴ𝓊 ℊℴ𝓉 𝓉ℴ 𝒻𝒾𝓍 𝓂ℯ "

[ask-abel-lotf]

Abel has had his fist balled for the entirety of everettes tirade, his fingers dug deep enough into his hand one might think they'd bleed, his thumb resting vertically along its side.

Everette's mockery didn't threaten Abel, his mockery was testing the water. Testing if Abel was bluffing. Abel was one to play his cards carefully, but never one to bluff. He held himself to his word, now that word felt more fulfilling than ever.

For a moment the boy stood there almost taunting Abel, that's when Abel noticed a slight change in the boy's face. Not fear, but acceptance. Right now it didn't matter to him whether Everette was right or not, it mattered that the boy got his comupance.

Abel swung, careful not to swing as hard as he could, knowing he could put too much power behind a punch, his fist nailing Everette in the nose, a slow yet consistent stream of blood began to leak from the boys nose.

One of Abel's hands gripped the front of the choir boy's garments as he held him there, Abel's fist still raised, only now slightly dampened by blood.

"For someone who's as smart as you, you should know to keep my family out of your wretched mouth. You hide behind your words when they have no effect on me. You will always be more bark than bite."

"You are a foul excuse for a saint, an even worse excuse for a person. At least the Alexander kid doesn't belittle those on behalf of his self imposed religion. You should take a page from his book you foul mouthed cretin."

"You regard yourself as some angel, yet you bleed red just like the rest of us. Don't you dare forget that Ainsworth."

Abel contemplates striking the boy a second time, but slowly lowers his fist with a slight soreness in his fingers. He lets go of Everette's robe dropping the boy into the sand.

"You should get that checked Ainsworth, it'd be such a shame if you bled all over your robes. A real shame. I suspect I'll be back, and I don't want blood loss getting to you before I do."

( oc's mentioned, Cain, @the-kitt-records and @ask-norman-alexander-lotf )

"If you were anyone else I would introduce myself, though that would be lost on the likes of you. A waste of time really."

"Perhaps in another circumstance we could've met on more amicable terms. But I see it best to not waste my own time dwindling on such pleasantries, I came here with the intent, and unlike my cousin, I can take just as many swings as I can throw."

"I'm not too afraid though, you don't look like you can throw many swings Ainsworth. I don't imagine one would have to try hard to break you. Perhaps you like being broken?"

"Some of your friends have spoken to me, 'though I find it rather odd. I thought one with the demeanor of spoiled milk and the hostility of a fly wouldn't keep many friends. What makes them seek camaraderie in you will forever remain enigmatic to me."

"I'm not my cousin, I can see through your hollier than thou attitude. If you lace your words with poison I won't go running into the forest. I'll drink the poison and still be twice the person you are."

"A holy man such as yourself might stand to repent for the utter garbage that comes out of that mouth of your's. It doesn't seem it's good at much. I humbly await the day Ripley sees how sour you are, I await the day he sees he's not in your pocket, he's in your cage."

"I await the day he escapes and leaves you to rott. The day you get to face that anyone tolerating your filthy rhetoric is nothing more than luck and naivety. It's honestly a shame, god waisting such intelligence on such a disservice to humanity as yourself."

"I would like to make one thing abundantly clear to your sorry ass, if you keep running your mouth about Beckett Otto, you'll find your life exceedingly difficult. I have seen hollier men than you who seem to comprehend that you can trap more flies with honey."

"I've seen monster's more hollier than you Everette Ainsworth."

( @ask-abel-lotf )

"for someone who speaks of wasting their time on me, I find it quite ironic that you are even speaking to me right now. with your way with words, stringing them together so formally and poetically, I would think that you would be smart enough to comprehend that. don’t you think so too, Abel?"

he put emphasis on his name, almost as if he were testing it on his tongue. testing to see just how much spite he could put into it, to see if he could match the other's evident resentment. there was so doubt that he could, we all know who ainsworth is after all. with that being said, he wasn’t exactly expecting to have such a confrontation today. but, such feelings came natural to him, so it didn't exactly matter when or where, or how sudden he was met with them. he would always have something to say back.

"I will admit, it’s quite hard to forget such a biblical name that you possess. but, for a boy with the name of one of the first two sons of adam and eve, you certainly do not fit it. was abel not the one favored by God due to his great gifts? oh but when I look at you, I see nothing of the sort. you have nothing to give, other than such sorry intentions"

"really, instead of going off and finding your crying cousin to comfort him, you instead come to me with threats? spilling blood does not mend fallen tears, I 'hought you out of all people would know that. too blinded by your rabid contempt to see through such?" he leaned in, not very close, but just enough to maybe make someone that was so filled with contempt for him to maybe recoil a bit from the movement. he eyed him for a moment, before leaning back again, a scoff leaving his lips

"come on, put some bite to your bark, you dog. you can swing as you say you will, you can kick and cut, you can kill me even. but what good will that do? will it solve your cousin’s constant issues with his self worth? I would think not”

“or perhaps, would it give you some sort of satisfaction? if so, that’s quite selfish. trying to act so selfless, are you? 'rying to be the hero in this narrative. yet in reality, it’s all so you can feel better about yourself. tell me, abel. you ask if I like being broken, yet have you never considered you crave the feeling of breaking things? all domesticated mutts come from a line of carnal hounds, after all"

"it’s such a shame. I would hate to be related to you, I would think of it as some curse even! not only for your horrid attitude, but especially after what happened to your brother. or rather, the lack of what we do know about what happened to your brother. who’s to say? despite how I terribly dislike otto, even I don’t wish that fate upon him. but to be fair, I don’t 'hink otto likes you very much either. it almost seems like he goes out of his way to avoid you. how pathetic, both of you, honestly"

he shook his head in disappointment as he brushed some of the hair that began to cover his eyes out of the way. it provided a better view of his expression. he looked at abel with this sort of pitiful look in his eyes, though it was the kind that was more degrading than anything. but what is pity if not condescension masked by a veil of empathy?

it was as if abel, at least with the way everette was looking at him, were really just some dog that couldn’t differentiate between playful antics and violent tendencies. it was demeaning, to say the least. but it seemed that neither one of them stood down

"not to mention this equally pathetic attempt— at what? trying to scare me? don't make me laugh. what you do to me will not make a difference, and it sure as hell will not make my life any harder. you know nothing about me, nor the difficulties of my life, so how can you claim you can make it worse? 'he only thing that you do know is what we all know. we are all stuck and stranded on an island, with our chances of rescue being slim. little can be worse than that"

"I am not afraid of you. but go on, drink the poison. you may be twice the person i will be if you do, but that’s because i am hardly a person at all. i'm something much more divine and saintly than you could ever understand”

“if people still seek me out despite all of what you spit out about me with that sacrilegious mouth of yours— while you are just barely a somebody that nobody would pay any mind to if you were to choke on that poison and die in some ditch? that is surely saying something about both of us"

"the more you speak though, 'he more i see how foolish you really are. such big words and yet they amount to so little. we both know, or maybe you don’t because with your assumptions you surely do not know him as well as you think you do— that i have not trapped ripley in anything of the sort” he spoke with truth. no mutterings under his breath, no layered emotions, he just spoke blatantly and directly. it was almost uncomfortable the way he was so abnormally clear on this aspect of their, so called conversation.

he looked off to the side, expressionless, almost bored, like he had explained this ten times and over “there is no cage, there are no bindings, i can barely even say i have him wrapped around my finger anymore. he has taken my hand in his own and on his own accord. he holds it so tight i fear my fingers may break. if he wanted to leave, im sure he would have already. he had the opportunity to, but he still stays. he’s quite devoted isn’t he?” he looked back at abel now, eyes narrowed.

“careful now, we all know what happened to your biblical counterpart. first man to die, don’t you recall? 'here have been no deaths so far, at least none that i can count. i really do hope you aren’t the first to die here, Abel. see? even after all you’ve said, I can’t bring myself to wish you death” feigned innocence, that's what he was playing at. a clear facade of benevolence that could fool absolutely nobody. but, it didn’t really look like he was trying either. it was sarcastic, most definitely, another jab in the sea of insults.

"but i’ll humor you. go ahead, go boast to other people that you stood up to the oh so awful everette ainsworth! sing your accomplishments like how you sung your rage. i’ll let you, no qualms from me. i feel bad for you after all, you don't seem like you’ve had 'hat many accomplishments either in that sorry life of yours"

"maybe use that intelligence of yours you value so much for something useful for once, rather than picking fights with people that are the least of your worries. maybe use it to find your missing brother" he let out a shaky exhale. he was beginning to feel extremely tired of all of this, restless and aggravated.

“I do not wish to trap flies, i no longer think that is possible. the flies themselves have trapped us, whether you notice it or not. whatever monsters you've seen, they must not be monsters if they’re holier than me. perhaps they were angels, but I know well that none yet have come to this hell of an island. there is only me”

— everette ainsworth @ask-abel-lotf 🪽

mention @henrys-eulogy-aflame

mention @we-are-richard-lotf

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💫Moodboard for my bisexual king💫

HS AU Abel

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ABEL MY LITTLE SUNSHINE BOY

I LOVE THIS SO MUCH

A lotf oc spread, if you will

From left to right

Ernst from @here-lies-ernst, Nancy from @the-dead-kids, Asa from @ask-asa-damon-lotf, Norman from @ask-norman-alexander-lotf

Ann from @the-diary-of-ann-dwight, Wilbur from @wilbur-holland-lotf, Jude from @white-wysteria, Kitt from @the-kitt-records

Abel from @ask-abel-lotf, Boat from @askboat, Leslie and Ronnie from @the-dead-kids

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In my mind HS au Abel has a notebook for writing songs that's absolutely riddled in doodles of nancy

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A little taste of how I imagine High school au Abel

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It's all fun and games until I put Abel in the hello kitty vest

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💫 Fun little Abel fact from admin Atlas 💫

He throws unbelievable shade at Piggy for "letting mulberry get burned", whether you think that's Piggy's fault or not.

Abel actively hates that bitch and will call him negligent. Abel cannot stand being near Piggy, and when meetings are called Abel is the furthest he can be away from him because he's that petty.

[ask-abel-lotf]

"I do not have any ulterior motifs I assure you, I was rather accustomed to seeing my mom working extra hard to take care of my sister Evelyn. So I happened to learn a few things."

"Looking after kids can be difficult, and any person of limited intelligence knows your job is already difficult enough without catering to the littluns every need."

"You said it yourself, are a medic, not a babysitter. And I happen to be particularly good with littluns."

"And as for Nancy, I've found from my personal experiences, she speaks with intent. It's rather important to me that she has people who respect her, and you do seem like you would."

"I like to help out where I can, and you just seemed like you needed some. I'd also rather not only being introduced to you if I have something fatal. That would be... less than ideal."

"I understand Philip was left in your care reacently, I'm rather fond of him. If you ever need any help watching or caring for him, or any littlun really I'd be happy to look after them awhile."

"What you manage to do is really impressive, and while I don't know medicine, I do know children. I don't mind the busywork, and if it helps you in any capacity to do what you've been doing I'd be glad to."

"I don't mean to come off as if I don't trust you, I'd just like to offer my occasional aid, and a good word to miss Linwood of course. You and Nancy are similar in more than a few ways."

( @ask-abel-lotf )

Oh praise the Lord! I'm a physician, not a babysitter. How do people deal with kids? I swear, I can feel the cortisol flood my blood stream the minute I'm around those walking hazards! They're too sensitive for honesty as well. The littluns love Solanace; I really don't get that fellow.

See, that's the difference between him and I. Solanace is a nurse while I am a medic. My kindness starts and ends at treatment. I will not spoon feed you porridge and fluff your pillow. Ugh, I really ought not complain. 'Tis a pity I'm a man of my word.

Ah, would you really do that? I've been so busy I haven't found the time to talk to her. What kinds of things does she like? I've never met someone as cool as her! Oh, ah, don't take that the wrong way. I want nothing to do with whatever you two have.

...

Why are you being so nice to me? Is this some attempt to butter me up? If you're trying to get something out of me just spit it out, will you? I'm in no need of charity or pity, if that's what this is.

-🦉(@ask-asa-damon-lotf)

[ask-abel-lotf]

𝙰𝚜𝚔 𝙰𝚋𝚎𝚕

𝔄𝔟𝔢𝔩 𝔙𝔦𝔨𝔱𝔬𝔯 𝔜𝔞𝔯𝔯𝔬𝔴

𝟏𝟑 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐥𝐝, 𝐁𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟒𝐭𝐡, 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐂𝐚𝐢𝐧

𝐘𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 "𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭"

𝐊𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞

𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦

𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐬, 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐝𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫

"How lucky I am, having something that makes saying goodbye so hard."

- Winnie the Pooh

(drawings/refs of my son under the cut)

Courtesy of @mccall-me-maurice and @seasidebreeze for all of these

[done by @seasidebreeze09 & @sisigull

[done by my beautiful boyfriend @mccall-me-maurice 🍓🍋]

[done by @kunfire it felt criminal to not include both]

[The beautiful peice used for my pfp was drawn by @conchcorner ]

[ Other oc's featured on here are Wilbur from @wilbur-holland-lotf , Nancy from @the-dead-kids and Everette from @everettes-requiem ]