#WHAT THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITHOUT HIM

[scoonsalicious]

Unwanted: Chapter 30, Epilogue - Pt. 1

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn’t be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language,

Word Count: 634

Previously On...: You and Bucky are probably going to be okay.

A/N: IT'S OUT EARLY!

This is it! The last chapter! OMG!

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10 Months Later

“I refuse to accept this.”

“Well, unfortunately, Boss, it’s my decision to make, not yours,” you told Tony as you finished stacking up the last of your moving boxes. Sixteen years– almost half of your life, now condensed into neat stacks of cardboard, waiting to be loaded into the van that was waiting downstairs.

“What the hell am I supposed to do without you?” Tony asked, dramatically flinging himself on your now bare mattress. “How am I supposed to survive?”

You rolled your eyes at him. “It’s not like you won’t see me every fucking day, dude,” you admonished him. “I still work here, for fucks’ sake. Besides, you refused to let your realtor show me any place you couldn’t see from your terrace.”

“I thought it would be nice if we could wave to each other during breakfast,” he said, his face drawn into a pout now, “that’s all.”

You sat down next to him and put a gentle hand on his shoulder. “It’s time to cut the umbilical cord, Tony,” you said. 

“But you’re still such a kiddo, Kiddo,” he sighed.

“I meant your umbilical cord, Boss,” you laughed. “And who knows? Maybe I’ll try it for a year or two, figure out I absolutely hate it, and come crawling back, begging for my old room.”

“Don’t press your luck,” Tony said, sitting back up. “I’ll probably turn it into a sauna, or an indoor golf simulator as soon as you walk out that door.”

“Ah, there’s the Tony I know and tolerate,” you said with a smile.

“I’m just going to miss having you around,” he said, his voice now laced with sadness. “Sixteen years together– probably the longest stable relationship I’ve ever had. It’s not going to be the same around here without you.”

“I know,” you sighed. “I’m going to miss you, too. But you know I need this. After everything that happened last year with Carthage, and Barnes… me spiraling, losing a baby I didn’t even know about, getting shot, and the… complications; all that shit with Steve. I just think I need a fresh start, some place where I’m not reminded of her every time I walk around a corner. It’s the only way I’m going to truly heal.”

“I told you I’d move you to another floor. Hell, I’ll tear down the entire Tower and start from scratch. We can build a whole new compound Upstate or something. You’d never have to set foot in this hallway again,” he said. And you knew he was telling the truth– there was little Tony wouldn’t do to ensure you were comfortable in your old home, but you couldn’t rely on him forever.

“You’ve saved me so many times already, Boss,” you said, looking back at him fondly, “and you know I’m always going to be thankful for that. But it’s time I started working on saving myself.”

“Well, when you make it sound all empowering and shit,” he began, “I start to feel like a dick for protesting.”

You laughed as your phone beeped. Looking at the message, you told him: “Movers are on the way up. I guess this is really it.” You both stood and embraced, Tony leaning down to speak softly in your ear.

“You know you always have a home here, Kiddo,” he said. “Whenever you need it. Even if it’s just for a night, or if you decide you want to come back for good. Door’s always open.”

“And even if it’s not,” you said as the two of you broke away from one another, “I can always hack the system to break myself in.”

“I’ll have you arrested for trespassing.”

“You think Mr. Mitchell’s still practicing law?” you asked with a grin. “I can definitely afford to have him represent me, now.”

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[i-am-hungry-24-7]

[The Last Dance] Simon “Ghost” Riley*Reader

Hurt and a bit of comfort? maybe?

poor Simon, someone please send me some fluff ideas for him or I’m unable to stop writing angst about him. (cuz that’s the only thing in my note for him)

word count: 744

You never visit his dreams.

Every day he’s a walking corpse, mindlessly doing what he should done, saying goodnight to his teammates, and coming back to his quarter, hoping he can see you one more time.

but he never dreams of you these days, despite how desperate he is.

“You need some rest, I can give you a few weeks of leave, Simon.” He simply shakes his head at Price’s suggestion.

There’s no home waiting for him anymore, a haven for him to sleep soundly.

Until the night Simon deems he hit his limits, you finally appear in his dream.

There stood you, at the quiet bay you two always date, your usual smile lingering on the face imprinted in his heart.

He runs, stumbles a few times maybe, but he never stops his feet until he’s in front of you.

“Simon.”

“I fucking miss you... god...” He pulls you into his arms immediately, squeezing hard so you won’t flee from him by any chance.

He just buries his face to hide his sobs as you rub his back comfortingly.

“You should move on, honey.” You break the silence first.

“How am I supposed to?” He can feel his face stained with tears, but he pays no mind to it, eyes never leave yours, letting them stream his sorrow down.

“Remember the dance we always do?” As he leans into your fingers that are wiping his tears, he hears you ask softly.

“I never forget.”

“Hey, let’s do it again, yeah?”

Your soft hands — cold, he notices — guide him to the proper posture, and leads the dance start.

He remembers the first day you tried to teach him the dance, and he reluctantly agreed.

He remembers the first time he didn’t step on your toes, and you praised him cheerfully.

He remembers those days he held you close and giggled with you during the dance, at here.

Swaying slowly along you, waltzing in a graceful circle, you sing the music just like you always did when dancing with him.

As you breeze to the last tone, both of you stop at the same place, nothing moves except the waves hitting the cliff beneath.

“Better now?”

“No.” He admits through a hiccup.

“Still so honest huh” you laugh “but listen to me, Simon.”

He lets you cradle his face in your palms, he hates that your hands are so cold, unlike the warmth he stole from you in winter.

“You can find a way to remember me, but don’t let me leash you in the past.”

“Keep going, my love, protect those people that you love when they’re still aside.”

The seriousness on your face is what he never gets from you before, he just stares at you, and eventually, nods his head.

“That’s my man.”

You let go of him, satisfied.

“Time to go now” you take a look at the sky and face him again. “before that, can you smile for me one last time? You know I love it.”

“I’m bloody ugly right now.” He sighs, but he still manages to pull his lips into a contorted grin.

“Well, true”

“but still the most handsome man for me.”

- - - - - -

Simon opens his eyes.

4 am, the clock indicates, earlier than the alarm he set, but he has a plan today.

“Only one day off?” Price crooks his eyebrows when he signs the paper for Simon to have permission to leave.

“Yeah, one day’s enough.”

Walking to the parking lot, he jumps into his car and starts driving to his destination.

The tranquil feelings he hasn’t experienced for months accompany him on his journey to the bay.

Everything’s the same as he visited here last time. Still a silent bay without people, the sea spuming over the cliff, filling the air with soothing crashes of the surf.

He’s afraid of visiting here after you leave, the emptiness is deafening without your singing.

Unsurprisingly, the hollow in his heart becomes more painful as he steps to the same spot in his dream last night.

Yet still, he gazes at the ocean for a good while, and chants out the song lowly.

The cavity in his bleeding heart starts healing.

[iamasimperyk]

Just a little help -Rafe Cameron

Warnings: Corruption, Anger Issues, Not proof read, English is not my first language

Pairing: Grumpy!Rafe x Sunshine!Reader

You hated Rafe. He was a grumpy guy while you were a ray of pure sunshine. The fact that he was a Kook while you were a Pogue didn't make things any better.

You couldn't go to the other side of the island without him making rude comments. Of course, they hurt you, but by now, you were pretty much used to it.

"Where are your little friends? After our last encounter, I thought they understood that letting you walk home all by yourself is not a good idea." Rafe grinned like a maniac.

"It gets boring, you know. Everything you can do is insult the Pogues and me. If you have something new, please let me know." You smiled at him, patting his chest. 

You have always followed your instincts without hesitation. And right now, it felt right to pat Rafe's chest.

"Don't touch me with your dirty hands, Pogue." He hissed, turning around to leave.

You took a deep breath, not believing what you were about to do, "Rafe?"

After you called out his name, he turned around quickly, clearly annoyed, "What?"

"Who hurt you?" You asked carefully, to not make him even more upset. You knew it was a cliche moment, but you loved all this corny shit.

Rafe looked at you for a few seconds before he started to laugh. He was laughing directly in your face after you tried to be nice to him for once.

"I suggest you go back to your fucking side of the island and stop asking me shit." He said after calming down his laughter, his tone dangerously low.

"Come on, Rafe, you can tell me. I am actually a very good listener." You tried once again, wanting to help him.

He walked to you as fast as he could, "Listen, Pogue, I know what you are trying to do, and I can guarantee you, it won't work. Did your friends send you to me? Did they think I would go easy on you because you are known as the sunshine of the Cut?"

You quickly shook your head, "I just came from work, so it was a total coincidence that I met you."

The tension was so thick that it seemed like it could have been cut with a knife.

"Look, Rafe, you hate me, and I don't even know why. Everybody told me I was supposed to hate you as well, so I did it. I promise I am here to help you." You looked into his blue eyes, finding some sort of comfort in them.

Rafe Cameron was speechless. Never had anyone wanted to him, and now you, a Pogue, stood in front of him.

"You want to help me to get rid of my anger?" He asked, to which you nodded. 

That was all Rafe needed to hear before he pressed his lips onto yours. Your eyes widen in disbelief, not expecting something like this. 

"Now, I feel better." He smirked after pulling away.

"Why would you do that?" You raised your voice at him.

The answer was he didn't know it. He never thought about you in any sexual way, but the way you looked at him, he just had to corrupt you. And that's exactly what he did.

A year later

"Here," You smiled down at Rafe, handing him a glass of whisky.

He pulled you onto his lap, kissing you roughly, "Thank you, what would I do without my little ray of sunshine."

It was like he brainwashed you. You did everything for him, just like he wanted it all those years. He finally had someone who didn't say anything against the things he did. And he intended to keep it that way.

[tqsg]

“forever he told me” like a fucking liar. “forever” he told me like he meant it. “forever” he told me like he wasn’t in love with someone else.

my name is leo valdez and i’m in love with a dead man.

his name was jason grace, and he was horrible. horrible in the way that he was perfect in every way. horrible in the way he made my bones ache in how much i needed him to breathe. he was my oxygen, and without him, nothing works the way it’s supposed to.

what am i supposed to do? get over him? no. trust me, i’ve tried. it didn’t fucking work.

[wu-sisyphus-gang]

Weiss: “Jaune?”

Jaune: “What’s up, darling?”

Weiss: “What kind of cake do you want?”

Jaune: “Are you serious?”

Ruby: “Well, what kind?” 

Jaune: “I don’t… I don’t give a fuck. What kind of cake? I don’t give a fuck.”

Ruby: *pouts at him* 

Jaune: “Come on. What makes you think I’d give a fuck. Chocolate, vanilla, marble, some other weird option. I do not care. This is what you want my input on? The cake? I don’t care.”

Weiss: “Jaune…” 

Jaune: “This is what you want my opinion on? Of all things? Not, like, colors or other arrangements? The cake is what I get a cut of? I do not care about what kind of cake it is. Ruby said she wanted our weapons on top. So that. I guess. But other than that I don’t care. You know I don’t care. You knew that when you asked me. Before you asked me. I don’t give a flying fuck.”

Ruby: “We need you to make a decision. We can’t decide." 

Jaune: “So do half and half? What’s the hold up? This is it? This is what you absolutely must have my input on? Really? I don’t care. It’s a cake.”

Weiss: "Well what do you want to eat?”

Jaune: “You!” 

Weiss: *hits him but rolls her eyes with a grin* “Stop it. We want your input.” 

Jaune: “Hardly. This is literally the only thing you’ve ever asked me besides setting places out for the deceased.”

Weiss: “Well we do with this.”

Jaune: “No you don’t. You want me to take your side. That’s not the same thing. And I really don’t care. About the cake? Are you serious? I want it to taste good and I want to mush it into your faces when I feed it to you because I think that would be adorable. All covered in frosting. Your little tongues poking out to lick it off. I like that shit. Give me some of that.”

Weiss: “Do not get any on my dress."

Jaune: “Sure. Fine. Whatever. And I really don’t care what color the cake is either. White is fine. Black is fine. I mean… What are you two wanting from me? Let's get a nice multi-tiered, multi-flavored cake and call it good. Alright?”

Ruby: “Where do you want to go for our honeymoon?”  

Jaune: “I don’t…”

Weiss: “Do not say you don’t care. Where do you want to take us?"  

Jaune: “Listen…”

Weiss: “Sure, I’m listening.”

 Jaune: “A beach…? Resort…?”

Weiss: "Well at least you gave us some measure of input.”

Jaune: “What do you… what do you want from me? The whole point of marrying you, darling, was that you would do all the planning.” 

Weiss: “I hope that’s not the whole point.”

Jaune: “Well it’s a perk. It’s for sure a perk. I mean I get some other stuff out of it too I guess.”

Weiss: “Like a wife and kids? A family. Emotional connections.”

Jaune: “Yeah. Those things. I like those things. An emotional connection is all I ever really wanted with you. Ever since Beacon freshman year. The rest can sorta kinda hang."

Jaune: *stands up. takes both Weiss's hands in his and kisses the back of them in turn* “Darling, I couldn’t give a fuck about the cake.”

Weiss: *rips her hands away and smacks him* “Asshole.”

Jaune: “Am I?”

Ruby: “No, you’re sweet. Deep down you’re just a honey.” 

Jaune: "Am I?”

Ruby: “You are."

Jaune: “Anyways don’t ask me about the cake or color arrangements or what dinner should be for the guests. I don’t care. I barely care about the honeymoon locale. Like at all. So don’t come at me with that. Ruby likes planning this kind of bullshit. I’ve seen you. You liked planning Valentine's Day that one time with me. You liked planning your team activities. You like that kind of stuff. Don’t entangle me into it unless you really need my input but we already all know you don’t. You don’t need my input. You want me to take your side and say ‘chocolate’ or ‘vanilla.’ I just don’t give a fuck about that and you know it. So, darling, what kind of a cake do you want?”

Weiss: “Well I want it to be chocolate and Ruby wants vanilla.”

Jaune: “So how do we resolve this without having to resort to ‘asking Jaune?’ Because ‘Jaune’ doesn’t care.”

Weiss: “I suppose we just get a really big cake with different flavored layers.”

Jaune: “Bangarang. Was that so hard? Did you really need to involve me? You don’t have to answer. We already know. We just do.” 

Weiss: “But you do care about the honeymoon location?” 

Jaune: “I mean… I’ll do whatever you both tell me to. But I like the idea of you two wearing very little clothing. So… beaches? But I’m not picky.”

Ruby: “You’re a pumpkin.” 

Jaune: “Grr, my soul is a dark place.”

Ruby: “No it’s not. Your aura is the color of sunshine or the sky on a sunny day."

Jaune: “Grr. I’m a bad murder man.” 

Weiss: “Oh shut up, you’ve never once been more violent than the situation called for or directed your aggression at people who didn’t deserve it. Not once. Not in your life. Stop it.”

Jaune: “I’m brutal."

Ruby: “You’re a puppy. What color arrangements do you want to set out for your team?”

Jaune: “Pink and orange, pink and green, red and gold. Is that really okay to do? I don't know anything about weddings.”

Weiss: “People put out arrangements for the dead all the time, Its not like a unique thing we’re doing that would turn heads.”

Jaune: “Okay, cool, I guess." *sighs heavily* 

Ruby: *smacks him aggressively on the leg* “I heard that."

Jaune: “Heard what? I sighed!”

Ruby: “You bad mouthed yourself. In your head. I heard you." 

Jaune: “You can’t thought police me."

Ruby: “I can and I will.” 

Jaune: “I’m not allowed to diss myself aloud you can’t stop me from doing it in my head. That’s not allowed. My thoughts are mine. Off limits. No touchy.”

Ruby: “Oh we’re gonna, I’m gonna ‘touchy.’”

Jaune: “Weiss, help me out.”

Weiss: "You want me to take your side? After you wouldn’t take my side on the cake. I’m taking Ruby’s side anyway. You’re not allowed to bad mouth yourself in your head. That’s called depression.”

Jaune: “But that’s all I do in here. You can’t take that from me." 

Ruby: “It’s against the rules. I’ll put it to a vote if I have to." 

Jaune: “No voting.”

Weiss: “Yes. Voting what an excellent idea.” 

Jaune: “But-”

Ruby: “All in favor say ‘yay.’ Yay!”

Weiss: “Yay."

Jaune: “But-”

Ruby: “Tough bananas, big guy, your reign ends here.”

Weiss: “It’s not healthy. If you think malicious thoughts about yourself you may as well be slitting your wrists or burning your hands. It’s self harm and self harming is expressly forbidden.”

Jaune: “I’m in charge here. I get to choose what I think about me.”

Ruby: “Not anymore.”

Weiss: “You can’t be trusted to do a good enough job." 

Jaune: “Listen… Weren’t we talking about cakes?”

Ruby: “Nice try.” 

Jaune: “Honeymoon locations?”

Weiss: “I’ve always wanted to go to Costa Del Sol. It’s a beach resort town near Vacuo.”

Ruby: “Costa Del’cation!”

Weiss: “White, sandy beaches, cocktails, swimsuits, the works."

Ruby: “Lovemaking. Plenty of lovemaking. We’ll get off the pill and really try.”

Weiss: “Think you can keep up, Jaune?" 

Jaune: “Um… probably not. Right? I mean… how many times per day do you think I can go?”

Ruby: “Eight?”

Jaune: *laughs* 

Weiss: “Ten?”

Jaune: *stops laughing* "Maybe six. And that’s pushing it. Probably four. I need time for my gentlemen to regroup and recoup. Otherwise it starts to hurt and it becomes less effective. And it isn’t a fun type of hurt like what you ladies sometimes describe. It’s a painful hurt.”

Ruby: “Poor little Jaune. We’ll take care of you.”

Jaune: “Are you talking about me or my dick?”  

Ruby: “Both."

Weiss: “You really think you can only do six shots per day? That’s only three a piece for the two of us…”

Jaune: “‘Only?’”

Ruby: “Doesn’t sound like a lot. But if it’s every day, if it’s every day we should get somewhere with it.”

Weiss: “Only three, though. That’s not a whole lot of times. Maybe if it’s a ‘dangerous’ week for our cycles.”

Ruby: “Yeah… should we plan it that way? Or just…”

Jaune: “Three ought to be plenty. How many shots does it take to get pregnant? Just one good one right?”

Weiss: “Just try all the time. Yeah."

Ruby: “We can probably also start trying a little before the honeymoon and wedding day. We won’t be showing for sure."

Weiss: “That’s true. It wouldn’t hurt to at least get off the pill before. What do you think? Like a month?”

Ruby: “Plus the honeymoon and afterwards. That gives us two months of three hits per day. That should probably do it. And if it doesn’t we should see a doctor.”

Weiss: “Jaune and I tried for at least two months. If you don’t get pregnant, Jaune should see a doctor. If I don’t get pregnant, I should see a doctor." 

Jaune: “Um… two months? Every day?”

Ruby: “Is that a problem?”

Weiss: “Buck up, Jaune.” 

Jaune: “I’ll just drink plenty of water…”

Ruby: “Does that help?”

Jaune: “It doesn’t hurt? I’ll be honest. Six every day for two months is a lot. It’s like… well, it’s a lot. And there are two of you. I mean… I always dreamed of disappointing two girls at once but never thought it would go down quite like this. But I’mma need some rest days in there. I just am. If I’m a revolver-”

Ruby: “Rifle. Little Jaune is a rifle. We’ve gone over this."

Jaune: “-I’m going to need some time to reload. I literally don’t have it in me to do what you’re asking.”

Weiss: “What about with Limit Breaker?”  

Jaune: “I still get tired. When I’m out of juice, I’m out of juice. I just am. It’s like in those commercials where they squeeze a ketchup bottle only a puff of dust comes out instead of ketchup. Only for my dick. And when you try and squeeze my dick and its a dry well, it fucking hurts, bro. And not in a fun-pleasant kind of hurting. It fucking hurts. That’s the gods’ way of telling you to stop. Stop it. You’ve had enough. Seriously quit trying.” 

Weiss: “Well I don’t care what the gods think. I want my three hits.”

Jaune: “I’m saying ‘no.’ It’s not happenin’. I need rest days. More than one."

Ruby: “More than one a month or more than one a week?”

Jaune: "More than one a week probably. Six is a lot. After, like, three in the same day the gods start frowning down upon you. You can feel the negative energy. They start making their disappointment known.”

Ruby: “What’s the most times you’ve ever jerked off in a day?"

Jaune: “Two. It starts becoming uncomfortable after three. It starts to hurt after that. The gods start shaking their heads at you. If we’re going to do six we’ll have to space them out over the day. Start early, drink plenty of milk, finish late.”

Weiss: “Finish often, more like."

Jaune: “Okay. I’m telling you guys it starts hurting and I can’t get it up after three in succession and I need something like a twelve hour break to even fit one more in there. Four every day would be a lot. You ought to be grateful if I can pull off four.”

Weiss: “That’s only two for each of us!” *smacks him on the arm*

Jaune: “I’m doin’ the best I can!”

Weiss: “I want my three hits!” 

Jaune: “You can’t… you can’t have three! I’m sorry! The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak! You just… you’re probably not gonna get three! You’re just not. And hitting me and yelling at me won’t suddenly make me ejaculate more. I only make the stuff so fast. And it fucking hurts! Quit hitting me!” 

Weiss: “Fine. Two will have to do.”

Jaune: “You’ll be lucky to get two. I’m probably done at three a day. The most powerful one is the first one. It really fucking hurts. Stop hitting me, Weiss. I mean it.”*Catches her hand when she whips it at his shoulder* “You good, you done?”

Ruby: “We want more. More .”

Jaune: “I’m only one guy. You want more sperm, go to a bank. You want my kids, you're gonna have to be patient with me . I’m not a talking pair of gonads. I need time and rest and recuperation periods. That means we’ll seriously be pushing it at six a day, we’ll be fortunate to have four a day, and I will still need days off. I just will. If you can’t handle that you can’t have my kids. I’m sorry! You just can’t! You’ll need someone else. Someone, who from the sound of it, is literally just testicles and nothing else. There’s a person attached to this dick. I will not be objectified!”

Weiss: *smacks him with her other hand*

Jaune: “Weiss hit me again and I won’t have sex with you for a month."

Weiss: “You wouldn’t dare! Our wedding day is only a month off. We can probably start trying now! I want to start trying now !”

Jaune: “Hit me again. I’ll give it all to Ruby. Ruby, you want to start trying now." 

Ruby: Hmm *wraps her arms around his neck.*

Jaune: “Behave or all three shots are going to Ruby."

Weiss: "I thought you said four.”

Jaune: “I said four if you’re lucky. Are you feeling lucky?" 

[iheartjameshetfield]

james please just one chance i’ll be good i’ll swallow

[lovelytech9902]

god i miss him so fucking much 😭

[larrythefloridaman]

WOAH, HE'S BIGENDER? I DIDN'T KNOW THAT!

[ef-1]

Damon Hill: *talking*

Daniel: uhmm-

Legendary King in the background: Daniel I love you!

Daniel: thank you! I don't know if yous heard that, he said he loves me :D <3

🏳️‍🌈~

[nutria--oscura]

Actual depiction of my expression whilst walking around my room for the past 20mins after listening to 'When Terry Met Terry'

"holy shit holy shit holy shit holy shit holy shit holy shit holy shit holy shit holy sh-"

[mummer]

i know the fascism intrinsic to zionism is obviously apparent on the face of it but it is really illustrative of Something that it has my so-called liberal father posting links to fucking prageru videos trying to manufacture consent for the murder of palestinian children

[theres-whump-in-that-nebula]

Me: [gets recognition for doing something good, completely of my own volition, with no outside influence whatsoever]

My dad: “I know you did something wonderful; but I want to say one thing to you: Never forget Jehovah. He’s the reason why you tick the way you do.”

Dad? I am one step away from opening the metaphorical can of beans and having to tape it shut again for the second time within the span of a year. My sanity is hanging on one fucking thread. Do not do this to me. Please. For once in your sorry fucking life do not do this to me, or anyone else. I feel like I’m being punished. Stop it.

[clits-and-clips]

Can't even pick a movie because everything reminds me of him

[vrainydays]

well, at least I had the amazing opportunity to attend the d-day tour 🥺

[iheartjameshetfield]

YALL I CANT DO THIS ANYMORE

[bonetrousledbones]

i say that i dont share my ocs much because im embarrassed but the truth is i’m still trying to decondition myself from drawing papyrus shapes for seven years straight