#everett patch

[the-leaches]

Everett is walking along the street when it notices the small boy who looks so very wrong. Oh my goodness, is he okay? Everett sidles over to them and taps him on the shoulder gently.

“Excuse me, are you alright?”

@blood-for-your-hive

“you’ve got bugs!” he squeals. “so many of them!”

[children-of-the-farm]

When Olive wakes up in the morning, the sizzling of bacon and the soft smell of freshly made pancakes greet her. Everett stands at the cooktop, silent. Donovan’s nowhere to be found.

@blood-for-your-hive

the smell of food fills her nostrils and she’s immediately on her feet. “hi.” she whispers, quiet as a mouse, already at the counter.

[blood-for-your-hive]

hi evere tt. ju st ch ecking in. yo u o kay?

Oh- hey kiddo! Yeah, I uhm- doing alright. Minor emergency but it’s dealt with now. Did you enjoy your pasta?

[blood-for-your-hive]

Everett blinks, startled. Whatever they were expecting, it wasn’t that. It schools its expression quickly though—it’s rude to react like that to someone’s appearance, and sits.

“I couldn’t help but notice your little friends.” He motions to the beetles, the closer of the group. “I find too often people don’t like them.”

Everett was walking home from their ordeal with the weird child under their desk. Really he should be going back to work but.. he just can’t bring himself to. While passing through a park, he spots a man sitting on a bench. Upon closer inspection, it sees that he is speaking to a rather large swarm of bugs. They’re intrigued. They walk up to him.

“Hello. I’m sorry to interrupt.. but may I join you?”

@blood-for-your-hive

It seems he was in the middle of breaking up an argument between beetles and ants over a baked good. The beetles get a harsh glare of paternal disappointment and a gentle scolding — they should know better than to take from ones so much littler.

He jolts at the voice of another, looking up at them and ... oh goodness, if they did not know what they were in for before, they do now, greeted by an appearance that the word sickly cannot properly begin to describe. Closer to death than to life, but with a smile that reads that this man is thriving.

He hums softly in thought, and the bugs buzz along — making up their mind. "You may." He finally says.

[i-love-xoxodroplets]

Everett and Jeremy

[blood-for-your-hive]

hello !! 👋 lovely to see another one like us here !! 🐛

@the-spore-connection

Hi! Omg it’s so nice to meet you! My names Everett, what’s yours?

[unusuallysweetaki]

I find it entertaining to think that everyone in their group has had their little run in with Everett playing the ukulele.

Eve trying to find a semi private place to practice but his fuck ass groupmates keep running into him lmao.

[blood-for-your-hive]

“Yes, that’s exactly it. Thank you.” He smiles politely at them. They fall into step with Elias easily. The books mostly consist of slaughter material.

“Was it that obvious that I was lost?” It asks teasingly.

Someone walks into the Institute with an armful of books. They’re not very tall, but with their platform boots they seem to be. Their whole outfit is well put-together (and far more conservative than usual) with a nice green vest over a cream shirt and a flowing skirt to match. They look around for a bit, obviously out of place. Finally, they approach Elias, who was just passing through.

“Excuse me? Do you know where I might return these?”

@blood-for-your-hive

Hello. Did you take those books from the library? If so, i can accompany you to the librarian's desk. The layout of the institute might be quite confusing.

*she smiled at them, trying to read the names of the titles they had.*

[one12345two]

Meme redraws, jirai kei Jeremy, kitty Pran, Tamagochi Bae, hater Shiloh, queen Missy smith, and more….

Some of my unsent 2024 stuff

[cass-artz]

Everett eye banner yahoo!!

I’m almost done with the rest of the jerks, might do JB + the side charas,,,,,

[xoxodropletsneedsmorefanfics]

Telling The Jerk Squad Boys You're Pregnant

Heavily Inspired by This Ask from the GB Patch Tumblr. I've reread all the XOXOD Asks on their blog and now I'm strongly motivated to write out some scenarios I found.

The Jerks have different relationship stages btw. Some are married (Nate, Bae, Pran), some are only dating (Everett, Shiloh, Jeremy).

Everett

You scroll through your phone absentmindedly, doing anything to keep yourself busy while you wait for Everett.

It hasn't even been a full year since the two of you decided to move in together, and honestly it was hard to believe it. There was so much of you and Everett scattered around your apartment, that it looked and felt like you've lived here for years. Most of your collective moving boxes were stuffed away into an extra room you never thought you would used...

Oh, how wrong you were.

The doorknob jingles, and Everett's voice could be heard on the other side. "Yeah, Mom. She tried to drop all her work on me. Why should I help her out? If she's not gonna offer me her check, she shouldn't ask me to do her work!" Everett’s rant becomes louder when he steps inside the apartment. He sees you on the couch and narrows his eyes, "You could've let me in." He huffs. "No way, the doors too far Shortie, I can't reach it." You say, draping your arm over your eyes. Everett rolls his eyes, his attention shift back to his phone call...more accurately, his mom.

"Mmhm, I'm just getting home," Everett states, he frowns, "What? Come on, you don't have to hang up...Alright. I'll call you after dinner.. Love you too. Bye." Everett hangs up the phone, taking off his shoes and throwing them in the general direction of the shoe rack Nate bought the two of you because he was tired of having nowhere to put his shoes when he visited. Everett stands in front of you as you lay on the couch, "Alright, move the fuck out of the way." He says, you shoot him a smug look. "Aw, why are so nice to your mom, but so mean to me?" You sighs, Everett rolls his eyes, he grabs your legs and drags them off the couch. You move to sit up, "My mom's not a bitch." He states, plopping down beside you, "I'm your bitch, though? Aren't I?" You can't help but tease.

Everett smirks with red cheeks, "Ugh, I haven't even been home for 5 minutes and you're already trying to get into my pants? Freak." He snorts, wrapping an arm around you.

Oh, yeah. You almost forgot.

"Ha, speaking of getting into your pants." "At least let me shower first-"

"That's not what I mean," You state, Everett can feel the whiplash from how serious you suddenly became "I needed to tell you something." "Ooooh, sounds serious. Yeah, not sure if you've been paying attention, but I just got home. So...no thanks." Everett sighs, immediately growing defensively. You don't falter, you've been with Everett long enough to know that this is how he gets when met with pressure of any kind. Even though he's mellowed out a lot over the years, any form of pressure will trigger him to act like how he did when you first met him. "Come on! It's not even that bad. And I've waited all day to say this!" You sigh. Everett groans, he crosses his arms, "Fine! Fuck. Just get it over with so I can enjoy the rest of my day."

"I'm pregnant." You keep your words blunt and straight to the point. Everett's blue eyes blow wide, "You're...what?" He asks, Everett's throws his head back and shoots his hands up to cover his face. "Fuck. Fuck! FUCK! HOLY FUCK! FUUUUUUUUUUCK!" He shouts, "Yeah, that's kind of how it happened, Shortie." You tell him, your little joke earns you an instant glare, "Please, for once in your life. Shut the fuck up." Everett stresses. You pat his arm sympathetically, "Calm down, Everett. It's not the end of the world." You say.

Everett shoots you a look of disbelief, "Not the end of the...Did you forget who I am?" He asks. Everett grabs your hand and shakes it with a fake grin, "Hi, I'm Everett Gray. The guy who can barely fucking take care of himself, and now he's supposed to take care of a kid. That baby is screwed!" Everett releases your hand, the stress clear on his face. Even after all the time you known him, it's rare you get to see Everett impacted in this way. Sure, you've seen him get pissed so many time, but it was rare you could actually make out genuine fear in his eyes. "Eve, Shortie, calm down. You're not going to be taking care of a baby by yourself. You'll have me, your mom, and probably Nate." You state, Everett takes a deep breath, "...Yeah. Right. We'll probably be shitty parents, but our kid will have the best grandma and uncle..." He says.

Since he's starting to calm down, you decide to let the commet about you being a shitty mom slide.

"Besides..." Everett continues "You're not going to pop that baby out tomorrow. We've got time..." "That we do, Everett. We’ve got 9 whole months to get our shit together." You say with a grin filled with confidence. Everett lets out a breathless laugh of disbelief, cracking a grin of his own. Unsurprisingly, Everett stands up and grabs his phone, “I gotta call Mom back.” He mutters, leaving the room. You roll your eyes with an affectionate smile.

Everett pops his head back into the room for only a second, “Oh, and you’re in charge of telling Nate.” He quickly says before disappearing, your eyes widen.

“WHAT?!”

Nate

Nate walks into your shared bedroom, “Hey. Since when do you let me come home without immediately being at the door to tell me—” Nate pauses, spotting a box of tissues on the bed and a nervous…yet somehow still confident grin on your face.

“…Hey, Nate. Can we talk for a moment?” You ask, Nate’s guard goes up the exact second he hears the seriousness in your voice. You’re never serious. He’s the serious one. What could possibly be going on that you’re acting like this?! Nate stares at you, his eyes are already wide from panic. He shuts them and crosses his arms protectively his chest. “God, make it quick.” He says—maybe a little harsher than he should’ve, but it’s not his fault. All he wanted to do is come home and spend time with you relax.

What if you want to break up with him?

After all this time, you’d still abandon him?

Nate won’t be able to deal with that! You’ve already become so integral to his life!

You know better than to drag things on when Nate’s clearly already beginning to panic and overthink, “Congratulations, Mr Lawson. You are an amazing swimmer.” You tell him lightheartedly, he raises an eyebrow. “What?” He asks, his tense shoulders dropping only a little bit. You shoot finger guns in his directions, “I’m pregnant~”

The world freeze around Nate, his shoulders are tense again, he feels the exact same way he did before, but worse. You watch him carefully, you were expecting a big reaction out of him—like tears or something, but you weren’t expecting him to be so silent. Nate opens his mouth, all that comes out of him is a strained breath. “Candy…hey, can you talk to me?” You ask, cautiously reaching out for him.

Nate’s breathing is short and quick, the tears you were prepared for were already beginning to swell in his eyes. “Nate, listen, it’s going to be ok. A baby isn’t the end of the world. In fact, it just more of a guarantee that we will be together for the rest of our lives.” You tell him as you cup his cheek. Nate flinches before he shuts his eyes, he takes deeper breath, “You’re right. You’re right,” He starts “It’s not like we’re two dumb teenagers. We’re married now. This…this is something that comes with marriage.”

“Yeah, this is fine. I’m fine. I would—and will—be a wonderful dad.” Nate says “Yep. The best of the best. Expect no less from Nate Lawson.” You agree, the tenseness completely disappears from Nate’s body. “Come on.” He says, grabbing your hand and pulling you out of the bedroom. You raise an eyebrow when he grabs his car keys, “Where are we going?” You ask. Nate looks at you with a determine grin, “We’re going to look at cribs and bassinets. There’s no reason we shouldn’t start planning early.” He says. You laugh, “I guess you’re really gonna bring your A Game even in parenthood, huh?” You nudge him gently. Nate chuckles, his grin showing no sign of leaving anytime soon, “It’s the only way to be.” He says.

Shiloh…

Uh, I feel like I should mention that for this I’m writing “Mr Fields” Shiloh, (according to the OLBA wiki: “The “best” version. He’s polite and friendly and seems to mean it when he says he doesn’t want to be so phony anymore.”) mixed with my own interpretation of the guy. I honestly can’t remember if he was the version of Shiloh that had a dog, but he’s gonna have one anyway. The dog’s name is Popcorn, I’m stealing my neighbor’s dog’s name.

Shiloh sits at his desk, occasionally stopping whatever it is he’s doing to watch Popcorn run back and forth around the room. Shiloh chuckles, “You have a lot of energy. Just like your mama.” He says, resting his head on his palm. Both Shiloh and Popcorn snap their heads towards the door when they hear the doorknob jiggle.

You walk into the room, you pause when you see Shiloh’s wide grin. “…What did you do, Shya?” You ask knowingly, Shiloh only chuckles, “Nothing, but we were just talking about you literally a second before you came in. Your ears must’ve been burning.” He states “Huh, looks like I’ve turned into the stalker in this relationship,” You snort, Shiloh says nothing to confirm or deny that, “Anyway, listen up, Shya. I got something important to say—” “You’re pregnant.” Shiloh hums.

“How the hell did you know that?” You ask with wide eyes, “There were a lot of signs. You’ve been extra snippy and your period’s late are a few signs.” Shiloh explains. You stare at him with a dumbfounded expression, “Glad to know my assumption was right. I think that’s nice. So, is it mine?” Shiloh asks, he’s way too comfortable with casually asking you if you cheated on him. “What the—of course it’s yours!” You say offendedly, Shiloh’s causal grin drops slightly, “Huh…even it if is mine. Don’t you think you should fine someone else to help you raise it? We wouldn’t want me corrupting the poor kid with all my…issues.” He states.

Shiloh watches you, there’s a hopeful glint in his eyes. Whether it’s because he’s hoping you’ll stay or hoping he won’t have to raise this kid is mystery. “No way. I’m not just going to let you ditch me with that shitty excuse! If you can make the baby, you can raise the baby.” You tell him firmly. Shiloh stares at you with an unreadable expression, after a few moments, he smiles widely.

He stands up from his desk and wraps his arms around you, “Well, then…Ok! That’s amazing!” He says, pressing his freckled cheek against yours. Shiloh chuckles dryly, “Let’s just hope for the sake of humanity that this kid only inherits our good qualities…” He sighs gently. You pat his cheek, “All our qualities are good, Shya.” You state, Shiloh shakes his head, his smile strained and exhausted. “And thanks for not ditching me. I mean, I wouldn’t have let you, but I do appreciate you not putting up a fight.” You add, kissing his cheek.

“Anything for you…”

Bae

Shortest one because this pregnancy was actually planned

“Well?”

Bae sits on the edge of his seat as you exit the bathroom. He stares at you expectingly, “It’s positive.” You announce. Bae uncharacteristically launches up from his seat and wraps his arms around you. “Finally! Very soon, Muffin, we will have a baby. A perfect little bundle of joy.” He says “It’ll be the start to our army, huh?” You chuckle.

“Oh, yes, Starfish. We’ll be able to take over the world very soon. Once the baby starts walking it’ll be all over.” Bae jokes alongside you.

Jeremy

“Thanks so much for locking up for us, you two!” Jennifer says, she and Jackson wave goodbye as they make their way to the exit, “It’s no problem,” You say “Me and Jerebear could use the alone time. Huh, Jerebear?” You nudge him with your elbow. “Get away from me.” Jeremy sighs with zero hostility.

Jennifer and Jackson share knowingly looks before Jennifer chuckle, “Well, we will definitely get out your hair then. Make sure to clean up when you’re done, I don’t want any stains—” “MOM!” Jeremy snaps, she shoots her hands up with an unapologetic grin. The pair get into their car and drive off. Jeremy shudders in disgust, “Why must you always set her up for comments like that?” He asks “I can’t help it. It’s in my nature.” You snicker.

Jeremy rolls his eyes, walking away, “Slow down there, Jeremy.” You sigh, Jeremy shoots you a disgusted look, “Please don’t tell me you’re seriously trying…ugh, no. Not here. Especially not when that’s what Mom already thinks we’re going to do.” He says bitterly. “Not that. I had something important to say to you.” You snort, placing your hands on your hips. “Oh…? Uh, what is it?” Jeremy asks, raising an eyebrow.

“I’m pregnant.”

Jeremy’s eyes widen, “U-uh. Uh….um…” He mutters, Jeremy takes a second to study you as he tries to figure out what to say. He’s shocked expression fades once he sees how happy you are, he cracks the smallest of smiles and finally settles on saying, “Um…ok.”

There’s a pause, “Congrats?” Jeremy offers awkwardly. You laugh, “I don’t know why you’re congratulating me. You’re apart of this too.” You remind him. “Sigh, I know. But what else am I supposed to say here?” Jeremy sighs “Would’ve been a nice time for you to finally make good on that proposal you promised me.” You tease, Jeremy tenses. Right, he did agree to marry you at graduation…but it’s been a few years and you haven’t mentioned it until now. He thought you forgot about it.

Of course you didn’t forget…

“You still want to marry me? The past 5 years we’ve been together hasn’t scared you off yet?” Jeremy asks, and you notice that a lot of this conversation has been him raising his eyebrow or looking at you with wide eyes. “The part 5 years we’ve been together hasn’t taught you that you’re never ever getting rid of me?” You ask, Jeremy squishes his face into a pout, “Fine, but we’re not telling anyone about the baby until after we’re married.” He states.

You tilt your head in an unspoken question, Jeremy answers, “Everyone will probably assume this is a shotgun wedding.” “Ha, yeah, this is the setup for a shotgun wedding, isn’t it?” You laugh. Jeremy smirks a little, “Since this wedding is happening, you have to take over the cleaning.” He states “Uh, excuse me? And why can’t you help?” You ask, watching Jeremy walk off to another room.

“I have to make our wedding rings.”

Pran

Moonlight shines through the window as Pran quietly sketches on a large king bed. It wasn’t rare for him to be awake during the night. For most of Pran’s life, the late hours of the day was the only time he’d get to himself…it was the only time he could be himself. This still hasn’t really changed for Pran, whether he was staying with Jeremy or on campus at SSB. Even in his early adult years…now, Pran still refuses to sleep at a reasonable hour. This is the only time he can just exist as himself, by himself.

…Although, that’s technically not true anymore.

Pran glances away from his sketchbook to look at you. You were silently curled up in the blankets beside him, sleeping with a relaxed smile. Because of you, Pran doesn’t get to be alone anymore when he shuts himself off from the rest of world for the night. You’re here…you’ll still be here.

Even when Pran pushes you away, even when he purposefully tries to make things harder for you, even when he tells you again and again and again that he’s not worth dating.

You won’t go away. You’ve stuck by him more than his own parents would’ve…

Night time is the only time you’re quiet. Maybe except a little snores and deep breaths every now and then. It’s the only time where you’re still enough where Pran can truly look at you. Maybe even…appreciate you.

The sounds of Pran moving pencil is the only thing that can be heard in the room right now. He knows he’s never going to show you this sketch, but he wants to get the details right. His attention slowly shifts from your face to something further down.

Practically glowing in the moonlight, a ring rests on your finger.

Pran married you, he legally agreed to be stuck with you for the rest of his life…

And he’s…happy about it.

Your body tenses and your face hardens. Pran raises an eyebrow as your mutter to yourself. “Nooo…Panda…I’m sorry…” is the only thing he was able to make out. All your squirming and whining for him was starting to really make Pran feel…bad. And you’re supposed to be one of the few people that didn’t make him feel bad. Pran shuts his sketchbook and places it on the side of the bed. He shakes you awake, you flinch and look around with wide eyes. Your attention lands on Pran, the two of you stare at each other for a moment. “You were too loud.” Pran decides that will be the reasoning he gives you for waking you from your nightmare.

“Pfft. Sure, Pran. You’re not worry about me at all.”

Of course, you know him too well now…

Pran doesn’t bother responding to that comment, he has other things on his mind now. “What did you do?” He asks, raising an eyebrow, “Huh?” You ask. Pran narrows his eyes, “You were muttering apologies to me. What did you do?” He asks suspiciously, you frown. Well so much for telling him in the morning.

“First of all, I didn’t do anything. We’re both responsible for this.” You state, Pran looks more confused…until you utter out the words “And second…I’m pregnant.”, now, he just looks…horrified. Pran says nothing—which is common in your relationship. What isn’t common is for Pran to seem so…affected by your words. “Pran…?” You ask gently, you poke his cheek with your finger. Pran snaps out of his horrified state, he frowns and his eyes shift to glare at the floor.

You let out hum, “I know it’s hard to believe since I’m so talented, but I’m not a mindreader, Panda. Can you tell me what you’re thinking?” You ask. When Pran first met you, he would’ve saw that confident smile and assumed you were taking the situation or him seriously. But now he’s been around you for half a decade. Sure, your smile’s confident, but your eyes…your eyes are filled with fear.

Did you think he was going to leave you to take care of the baby on your own?

“I…” Pran sighs “I don’t know the first thing about being a parent.” You smile sympathetically, “Well, I hope not. I’m expecting this kid to be your first.” You joke. Pran still frowns, “Come on, Panda. I don’t know much about being a parent either, my only experience is that one time I worked at that daycare with Bae,” You state “Actually, you know what. I’m basically an expert. So, don’t worry. I’ll help you understand fatherhood. Besides, you could never be worse than your own parents.”

You wink at Pran, he rolls his eyes, but you could still see a small smile forming on his face. “Fine. You’re right…there’s no parent worse than my parents.” He states, letting out a quiet sigh to calm himself, “Exactly.” You say, you glance at the clock. “Oof, it’s that late? Well, I think that I’ll be able to rest easy now. Night, Panda. Try not to stay up too late~” You chuckle, blowing him a kiss as you lay into a comfortable position.

Pran doesn’t say anything, he waits a few moments until he hears the soft snores leaving your mouth. He leans over and picks his sketchbook back up.

If he wasn’t motivated to sketch you before he sure is now.

…

What? Thought I was done? HA! Nope, one more person!

Jerk Lynn

Jerk Lynn is 18 in this, but you guys are still in your senior year of high school.

Lynn’s eye twitches in annoyance, “I can’t believe this…she asks me to take time out of my day and meet her, and she can’t even show up on time?” He grumbles to himself. He whips his head towards the sound of footsteps, he glares at you once you’re in his sight.

“Oh, finally! Do you know how long I’ve been waiting?! Unlike you, I actually have better things to do than go on dates-” “Lynn, shut up for a second.” You sigh, rolling your eyes. He does stop talking, but it does nothing to soothe the irritation radiating from him. “Look, we need to talk.” You start, Lynn’s eyes widen, “There is no way in hell you’re breaking up with me. You don’t break up with me, I break up with you.” He says.

“That’s not what I called you for, but I’m glad our relationship means that much to you.” You scoff lightheartedly. Lynn rolls his eyes, “Yeah, right, Twerp. Let’s not forget, you’re lucky to be dating me, not the other way around.” He states, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “If it’s not to break up, why did you want to meet?” He asks. “You and that stupid thing in your pants got me pregnant.” You say bluntly, Lynn stares at you.

“There’s no way-”

“There is.”

“And it’s mine?”

“No, duh, dumbass.”

Lynn groans, “How are you gonna take care of a baby?! You’re supposed to be taking care of me.” He sigh, stomping his foot against the path. “Wow, yeah, that’s the main concern here. How am I gonna take care of you—not the new life I’ll be bringing into this world or whatever.” You scoff “You can focus on both.” Lynn huffs, you shake your head. “Man, it’s a good thing you’re hot and I’m shallow…” You sigh. “Whatever, Twerp. It doesn’t really matter how, you’re stuck with me.” Lynn snickers.

“Now, was that it?” Lynn asks, you wave him off with an annoyed sigh, “That was it.” You state, pinching the bridge of your nose. Lynn smirks at your reaction, “Good. See you around, nerd.” He says as he walks away. His expression grows more and more panicked the further away he gets. “Shit. Shit…” He sighs, kicking a soda can into the street…

Whatever, he’s not going to let some kid ruin the good thing he’s got going with you. He’s not going to let you go, and you’re not getting rid of him that easily.

[blood-for-your-hive]

Everett looks over, startled. “Oh! I’m sorry. Yes, I’m fine.” It smiles apologetically. “I just returned some books to your library and ah.. well this place is a tad confusing.”

Someone is in the Institute who shouldn’t be. They’re looking around aimlessly, hands in the pockets of their skirt. They seem lost.

@blood-for-your-hive

uh… hey, you okay?

[buried-in-autumn-leaves]

I need to make everything about ME so here's what I think every our life / xoxo droplets love interest would add to your altar.

Cove: Seashells. It does not matter who the altar is for. He finds one he thinks is pretty, adds it, then asks if they're going to hate it.

Derek: I was thinking motivational notes. He wants you to be your best self just as much as they do <3

Baxter: CRYSTALS ! Like fitting ones too this loser will look up 'love crystal' on google when dating an Aphrodite devotee and think he's all that giving them rose quartz.

Qiu: Drawings !! Cute little doodles like suns and statues and trees. I can also see them getting into poetry writing.

Tamarack: Sort of like her stuff from the forest in step one, I definitely see her making a REALLY good altar for Demeter, but just natural stuff in general !

Nate: I'm gonna be real I just see him looking over your shoulder at any writings / prayers / letters and correcting your spelling and grammar. (He means well– They're for someone important, after all.)

Everett: Jewlery and other trinkets ! However he is not going to actually admit they're FOR you, he'll pretend they're his that he just doesn't like anymore, wdym you've never seen his pomegranate charm ??? Stfu.

Bae: He's the one I see bringing the food offerings. He thinks he's better at everything so he'll make food for you and act like he just did everyone in the world a favour.

Shiloh: Just... the worst (best) additions. I don't know how to explain exactly but like your Hermes altar now has a rubber chicken on it. No, he doesn't know how it got there, why would he ?

Jeremy: A little bit of a cop out but I think he'd like help clean and cleanse your offerings before they go on. He doesn't really care about the practice in general, but he also doesn't trust you to clean anything properly yourself.

Pran: More drawings but in like a darker way- I see her art fitting more on something for Ares than for someone like Apollo.

[princesdecentdoodles]

[i-love-xoxodroplets]

XOD FANDOM!!!!!

Idk if that made sense to yall, english no englishing

[blood-for-your-hive]

Everett raises his eyebrows, very surprised. “Well, hello there. What are you doing under my desk exactly?” Its voice is kind, if a bit confused.

Everett is finally back at work. It feels like forever since they’ve been able to visit some of their friends. He was quite enjoying his day at the conservatory, until he hears a scuffling sound. Someone’s here who shouldn’t be.

“Hello?” It calls out.

@blood-for-your-hive

A small head peeked up from under the desk. A boy with one eye and one marble staring at Everett. “Hello.” He hummed.