#he is a giant teddy bear

[itsalwaysagirl]

Shoutout to my flag football coach

[kentocalls]

laios touden | seven modern!au, established relationship. swf. you're doing your nails and laios is being laios. please get this man out of my head. (pet name : baby)

he stops in his footsteps as he realizes he's been incessantly speaking on the topic of why a highspeed rail would enable real solutions to transit problems without your usual hum or uh huh. you are the most patient listener and he feels tremendously alone in the hallway.

where have you drifted off to?

laios finds himself poking his head through every available doorway. kitchen? spotless, he gets lost in reimagined the meal held hours prior before being reminded, once again, he isn't close to you.

the bathroom is empty, smells vaguely of a grape handwash (purple you claim) he's come to associate with you.

he pads, room to room, so laser focused on finding your bright beaming smile he almost crashes into you, sitting on the ground, concentrating.

nail clippings lay a napkin, he's careful not to accidentally kick it as he ensnares you in a hug. legs caging your form as he stuffs his nose into your collarbone. "careful" you huff, nail paint bottle and brush barely escaping your skin. "baby, ten minutes please."

he groans, squeezes you tighter. mumbling nothings into your neck, his nose tickling, a giggle escapes. "not a baby."

"ooh, okay, my big strong baby." he pulls back to quip about nicknames and what how would you feel about being called his baby. his. baby. he catches himself blushing. oh, he gets it now.

you turn back to your task at hand. painting the delicate color on your finger tips slowly. going slowly means you'll stay inside your nail lines and won't need to shower to wash off the excess nail paint. laios, precious thing, continues to make himself known. "whatcha doing?"

"being fancy." a smile on your lips, laios tries to hold the nail paint bottle for you, ever so ready to help. "nu uh, i still need this." he pouts, arms encasing your waist, making your task infinitely harder.

he watches the gentle strokes of the brush as it lays a pretty color on your nails. admittingly, he hasn't considered the effort it takes, how delicately your hands move. laios wonders if you'd let him paint one, he thinks he would do a good job. but you're too efficient and quick. poking at his hand to hand him the bottle, "can you put this back in the rack please?"

you have a small collection of nail paints, all organized in a neat tray. laios eyes the open spot for the bottle before asking, "can you paint mine too?"

the palm of your hand feels cold as you attempt a comforting gesture, turning as much as you can, fingers still wide, trying to keep them protected from accidental touch. "of course, i just need to dry these a bit more." your lips form an o and you blow so gently, hand moving in opposite direction of your lips and laios feels hot all over.

you're murmuring about this being the time you won't bite your nails. the color is pretty, isn't it? you'll be good and not get nervous and chew on it. but laios is is still looping how close you are, how tenderly you're treating your hands, his hands. how careful your body is draped over him.

you're pouting as you examine his hands. he's not careful, you've known this, but his hands are pretty. strong, calloused in odd places. your touch is so tender, laios feels his ears burn at the close examination. your thumb runs over each of his nails, feeling for a jagged edge, filer ready in your other hand.

he watches your face with a soft smile, you're being so attentive. he twitches not expecting the coolness of the nail pain, you coo at him, aslk "too cold, baby?" in a manner too sweet, trails after the hand that was on his cheek. and you're back to finish his other fingers.

explaining he has to sit still for ten minutes. he only chuckles in response, he can sit like, with you so close, forever. you undermine how content he feels right now. you bring a hand up to inspect the color, blowing lightly at the wet color.

"you have such nice nail beds." you sigh, voice soft and dreamy. laios is wants to kiss you so badly, you wouldn't be upset right? he doesn't need his hands to kiss you. he shuffles closer but a hand to his chest stops him. "be good for me, sit still."

he's frowning. what's a kiss? but you lean in close, so close and all do that voice he's so weak to, honey laced and serious "laios? be good yeah? sit still."

right right right, he can be good. he can be absolutely good. the best. the bestest damn good ever! sits up straighter, determined, you giggle and shuffle out of the cocoon of his body. surprised how easily he gave in.

his eyes rake over you. he's going to kiss you so hard after these ten minutes. he waves his hands in the hair, blows on them to dry faster. gosh! he feels so helpless as he sits on the ground, hands up as if he's done something wrong, robbed a bank or pushed a child but when he's the victim here! how dare you leave without kissing him, steal all the warmth!

he tries to count the seconds in his head, converts them to minutes and is all but near five hundred and fifty five seconds before he hears a clash from the kitchen. oh no, oh no did he leave the jam jar on the top shelf again? you know better than to tip-toe to grab at it. he's on his feet and moving, breath held tight when he's greeted with a "laios touden!"

he forgets how to speak, you look so pretty. standing in the green kitchen, wooden spatula in one hand, the other on your hip, brows furrowed at the tall man. oh, you're mad-mad at him, and it's probably his fault he's sure, but all of your attention is on him, finally.

greedily he gets closer, stupidly he reaches out as you swat a hand away. the spatula points to the right, perfectly timed meow and your fingers look so pretty gripping that spatula. laios will kiss each one happily--

"we aren't allowed to take another one in." the black cat now brushes against laios leg, supporting the blond as he pulls you close to him. your resolve to stay mad faltering. "my baby," he emphasis, lips getting pouty "winter was waiting for me on a train boxset. it was a sign from the universe, i couldn't say no."

but you can, after you escape the warmth of his hold, why is he so tall and strong. his hold is firm and resolute, "no, no, no i'm not listening this time. we already have three, laios!"

"you know how i feel about odd numbers." you do, of course you do.

"and you prefer prime numbers, three is good laios. including us that's five inhabitants, another perfect prime number. winter would make six. it's an even number but not a prime number. we already have the per- " the black cat brushes against you, you look down at the beautiful abyss of darkness "no."

you jump at another clash, laios' arms instantly tighten around you but he doesn't seem perplexed. he's trying to distract you with kisses and warm touches. that noise? that came from the bathroom this time didn't it?

your eyes scan the room, melon, cantaloupe and honey look back at you with lazy ease. only winter seems adamant about staying near you and invading your space, meowing, begging for pets and kisses.

if that accounts for all the cats you can see…laios starts to pepper you with kisses. "baby, my baby, listen, you know what my favorite number is? and what's also prime? seven is--" a tortoise cat zips into the kitchen and immediacy back out to the bathroom.

is it bad he finds the way you yell his full name kinda hot?

[jeysbaby]

I won't deny it, I've been imagining things for a while looking at this photo

[greasydumbfuck]

i like thinking about how all the versions of frank i know are so gentle with civilians in a certain way. its always "it was my pleasure", "youre safe im not going to hurt you" and "just stay still youre fine" while hes defusing an actual bomb. its always we cant shoot at the strip club because the workers are going to get injured and we cant have that above most else. the punisher is big and scary and kills people without a second thought but if you didnt ask to be there and are just a regular guy wrapped up in situations way beyond you he is also so gentle and its driving me insane

[vamps-hmu]

Can I give Springtrap a hug? He looks amazing and I love his fangs :)))

he's just not used to it, don't worry

[trash----panda]

Gt thing i dreamed about

The smaller inhabitants of this planet have no idea how long this massive creature has been here, they call it the Wanderer, most avoid it cause of how large it is. It travels all over the continent, searching for strange obelisks, the Mink are a delivery sysytem of information, they monitor it's activities and report back to the public.

It was Shawn's turn to watch it, and for once, it tripped on a tree root, the device it was carrying breaking, it spoke a strange language he couldnt make out. It just sounded angry. Not too far away from himself he spotted a shiny little orb looking piece, without thinking much of it, he snuck out to collect it. As he was looking it over he noticed the Wanderer had gone silent. He looked up to see it starring down at him, his blood ran cold as his brain started to list the ways this thing could kill him. He braced himself when the thing reached out, squeezing his eyes shut...

"😅😀" it just took the piece he had and walked away. He paused, standing there for a moment before his legs finally gave out under him, what just happened.... RIGHT he had to report this. He struggled to stand, eventually making it to the nearest station, quickly notifying everyone. The system honestly wasnt the greatest, more like spreading gossip than information, you always had to hear it from someone.

Since Shawn made the discovery he requested to continue following it. Hurrying to catch up when permission was granted. When he spotted it it had found another obelisk. Setting the device down and pressing something against it, making it hum for a second before changing from a black to a dull green. Shawn watched dumbfounded, they never knew what those did but it seemed to like them a lot. He flinched when the Wanderer stood up, they didnt look so good, come to think of it he hadnt seen them eating before. They started moving again, but this got him thinking maybe this is why it tripped earlier. His little tail flicked around a bit as he thought, Garol wasnt far, maybe he could get supplies, he'd have to be fast though.

It took him just under an hour to get there and back, slowed by the fact he was carrying extra supplies. He was worried he'd lost track of the Wanderer. Lucky for him they'd seemed to collapse at some point after he left, he wasnt sure it was even alive. Being cautious as he approached it's face.

The eyes. Those big green eyes focused on him again, making his heart jump a little.

It furrowed it's brows a little, probably confused since the Minks usually avoided them. Shawn glanced at it's mouth, unsure how he should do this. Using his hand to gently tap their lips, pretty sure he was about to lose a hand. Surprisingly it seemed to comply, just as nervous as him opening it's mouth. This, homestly made him excited, it could be communicated with, he threw off his backpack and cautiously threw a few loafs of bread in for it, watching anxiously. He didnt even notice the hand coming up behind him, screaming a little when touched, it made the other recoil a bit before attempting again. He was tense but quickly relaxed when it pet him, making a soft noise he figured was supposed to be a thanks. He knew this was more to report but that wasnt an issue he was worried about.

As soon as they had some strength they got up to wander again, seeming to ignore Shawn's protest. He was hesitant but ended up climbing their leg to try and get up to their shoulder. For the first time he was pretty sure he scared the Wanderer for a second, when it made the same noise he did earlier, it probably didnt like people climbing on it but it resisited swatting him off. He settled in on it's shoulder, leaning against it's neck.

"if you're gonna go im going too" he knew it didnt understand

But he wanted to voice his actions regardless. The giant stood there a moment, starring, before starting to walk. They were slower and more tense with the other on them, afraid of knocking him off. He started to notice where they were going, he knew there was another obelisk this way but... there were also wolves, could this thing really beat those. He absent mindedly looked them over, trying to determine their fighting skills, not noticing till they shivered his tail was tickling their neck. He grabbed it and pulled it close. Apologizing.

Contrary to what others reported it did stop at night, sitting down by a tree with a soft sigh. Shawn carfully climbed down, telling it where he was going even if it didnt understand and running off to report. These newer reports had caught other's attention, the talk of near by towns being if they should approach it. The Baron still claimed they are not allowed to but that didnt stop rumors from spreading.

Shawn came back with a little extra bread, figuring he could feed it again. But it wasnt there. That's when his heart sank a little, it smelled like dog over here. He hurried over to the tree, grimacing when he saw the blood smearer against the bark. The grads near by tainted as well. He wanted to call out but... if those things found him. He heard a twig snap, something big approaching. It was that same feeling creeping up again, his legs wouldnt move, he could only watch as the Wanderer came out. Covered in cuts and bruises, dragging a carcass behind it. It didnt acknowledge him, he wasnt sure it could even see him in the darkness. It just tossed the wolf aside and started to prepare a camp fire. So thay's what it ate? Wolves? He didnt know what to think, his heart still racing as he watched it prepare. It lit the fire, turning around to collect the meat, finally spotting him. This time he knew for sure he scared it, it fell back with a yelp, he'd never seen something so big so scared of him. That was enought to break the tension, he laughed, his body relaxing a little as those same hands that once terrified him quickly started checking him for wounds. Like they werent the ones soaked in blood. He pushed them away gently, trying to reassure it, it took awhile but it finally backed off to cook. Glancing nervously at him every few minutes.

So it didnt have night vision and it worried about someone as small as Shawn. He started to think about it, noticing it checked him for wounds, but he didnt fight. It dawned on him, it couldnt see so it thought it hurt him. His tail wagged a little bit, watching this strange creature. This thing really was interesting.

It used the fur to repair it's clothes, carving bone into tools, preparing the meat to last over a travel, and burrying what it didnt use. That's why they never found what it ate, they burried it. He watched it scratch at a scab formed on it's neck, it probably didnt have any medicine, he was debating if he had the money to get enough to help something so big. He flinched a little when it approached him, offering it's hand so he didnt need to climb. He blushed a little before climbing on, being brought up to it's shoulder as carfully as it could. It walked with more confidence this time, probably helped it got actual food. He was a little more confident they were safe on this route after last night. His only real concern being what it will do when it encounters a lake in the way. This would be interesting.

It travelled till sunset, having to sit down again, offering him some of the meat which he happily ate, it was rare he got anything like wolf, not to mention travelled so far so fast. His train of thought was broken by a light coming from it's device. It was checking something, he assumed all the symbols were language. They pressed on the screen, pausing the string of information to reread it. He glanced at them, noticing how... Well it was an uneasy look. He tried to reach up and tap their cheek, falling off when his foot slipped. He didnt fall as far as he thought he would, the ground below him... Oh it was the hand. Their hair was puffed up a bit, he didnt mean to keep scaring them. They put him on the ground so he couldnt fall, their cheeks an off red color. He didnt know this thing could blush! He jumped to try and tap it's knee, wanting it's attention. The Wanderer finally looked at him, still looking kinda anxious. How was he gonna do this. He tried to gesture to the device and then at them, communication was a lot harder than he thought. They starred for a moment, trying to put two and two together. Something clicked for them, adjusting how they were sitting so they could draw in the dirt

(🟩🟩🟩)

🙋------->🏠

(🟩🟩🟩)

It hesitated, trying it's best. Circling him.

(🟩🟩🟩)

0-------> 💥💥💥💥🔥🔥

(🟩🟩🟩)

It starred, waiting for him to get it. He walked around it a bit, perplexed by what it could mean, pointing to 🏠 "what"

(🟩🟩🟩)

🙋-------> 👨‍👨‍👦‍👦

(🟩🟩🟩)

He starred a little more, starting to understand. His heart sinking a little as he starred at the second one.

"so.... we die? If you go home?" It seemed to understand that, glancing away. He wasnt sure what to make of it, sitting down next to it so it knew he wasnt mad. He could feel it starring though, obviously worried it upset him. He sat there for a moment before sighing, catching it's attention as he got up. Going over to the drawings.

0 ----> 👨‍👨‍👦‍👦

He sat down in the circle, huffing a little. It just starred at him, it was unnerving. As if it didnt know what to think. He didnt know how it would react, pretty sure it'd be pissed. Watching as it laid down on it's belly so it was at eye level. The noise it made, could only be described as a whimper, catching him completely off guard, their hand gently carressing his side. He pat it to try and reassure them, noticing that they were crying now he hurried to climb the arm they were resting their head behind. Struggling to get up as he spouted apologies. He managed to grab onto their nose, trying his best to hug them, he wasnt big enough to make them feel better damn it. All he could do was keep apologizing. They adjusted a little, gently cupping him against their cheek, the skin felt warm and kinda sticky, probably from the crying but he didnt mind, just wanting to help the big lug calm down. He gently stroked their cheek till their grip loosened and the noises slowly go quieter. He wriggled free, noticing they'd fallen asleep crying. It was just like a big kid, probably was a kid. He hesitated....he didnt have to report this... He nestled in against their face. He was just gonna stay here, so when they wake up, they wont have to be alone this time. They probably needed it.

"goodnight... wanderer" he mumbled as he dozed off as well.

[nezdiangelo]

I want a Frank. Someone get me a Frank.

[dodgebolts]

thinking about dream back hugs and how comfy he is with his boys

[t00thpasteface]

your chariot awaits, Heavy Roosevelt!

[sugarcandydoll]

my cure to anxiety is reading nate jacobs reader-inserts hehe ♡🎀

[wordsmithwhumpsandfluff]

Atticus pukes in his sleep + Felix caretaker

I'm absolutely in love with this. But some warnings before you go any further:

!emeto warning! & !mention of gore and surgery!

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Atti🧸: Sorry, baby. My asshole of a professor is holding the class hostage. I’m gonna be stuck for a bit.

Atti🧸: I’ll be late, so you don’t have to wait up for me.

Atti🧸: Love you 😘

Felix pouted. Atticus had suggested that Felix should spend the night and they could watch movies together or something while cuddling.

Curled up on the couch, snuggled up in a fluffy blanket, Felix sighed and grabbed the remote to put on Gilmore Girls, and then he took out his phone to order himself some food.

It was a pleasant afternoon, but Felix would have enjoyed it much more if his boyfriend was there with him.

It was his sixth time re-watching Gilmore Girls in the last five months, so it was mostly background noise. His food arrived, and he ate while he watched TV, and then he started drawing designs in his sketchbook while the show continued to play in the background.

He had no idea when he fell asleep, but the blonde woke up to the feeling on lips on his forehead.

He blinked awake and saw that the TV was off and Atticus was sitting by his hip. “Hey, baby,” he said, smiling tiredly. Atticus looked exhausted, to say the least. He was even a little pale and sickly looking.

Felix frowned as he sat up. “Hey,” he said. “Did you just get here?”

Atticus nodded, leaning forward kissing Felix warmly on the lips. Felix had the urge to deepen the kiss, but pulled back instead. “Are you alright? You love pale, lovely.”

Atticus shrugged. “I’m fine. Just a little shaken from class, but fine.”

Felix’s frown deepened. “Shaken? Why?”

Atticus sighed, laying down beside Felix. Felix scooted over in order to make more room for Atticus. Thankfully, Atticus had one of those couches that looked cheap, but it was actually perfect because of how soft and wide it was.

Atticus started playing with the blonde’s hair as he said, “My deranged professor held the class back to make us watch a recording of a failed intestinal surgery. Long story short, it was a bit nauseating. But he said we need to get used to seeing that stuff if we ever want to make it as real doctors.”

“Oh. But you’re alright?” Felix was still a bit concerned by Atticus’s sickly look, but the other man just grinned and kissed him.

This time, Felix didn’t pull away and he did deepen the kiss. Atticus’s smiled against his mouth, pulling him closer. The two of them shifted on the couch until Felix was slightly on top of Atticus.

Atticus’s hand made its way to Felix’s back, under his shirt. Felix giggled, kissing Atticus’s cheek, his jaw, and moving down to his neck. Atticus smiled as well, making a soft and needy sound at the feeling of Felix’s lips on his neck.

Atticus cupped Felix’s face with his other hand and brought the blonde’s lips back to his. Make-out sessions like this were basically the highest level of intimacy that Atticus was comfortable with, shirts on and everything.

Atticus suddenly broke the kiss, grinning mischievously. He wrapped his arms and legs around Felix, making the blonde yelp as Atticus turned so they were both on their sides with Atticus literally trapping Felix and burying his face in the guy’s light pastel-peach hoodie.

Felix smiled, melting in the embrace and kissing the top of his giant boyfriend’s head. “I love you,” he whispered.

Atticus answered with a goofy “I love you, too” that came out muffled because his face was still buried in Felix’s shirt. the blonde laughed.

It wasn’t long before the two of them went to the bedroom. Felix got under the covers while Atticus went to take a shower. The lingering sleepiness that was ebbing at Felix’s brain finally took over, and the blonde fell asleep to the sound of Atticus humming some soft country song in the shower.

— — —

The video kept playing behind Atticus’s eyes.

The open body, the hectic beeping of the heart monitor, the doctors and nurses desperately shouting as they stuffed the abdomen with surgical towels that kept staining with more and more and more blood.

So much blood.

So much chaos.

One of the intestines was taken out of the body as the doctor tried to find the source of the bleeding. So disgusting. Nauseating.

Too much blood.

Too much blood.

Too much—

A heave broke Atticus half-way out of his sleep. Laying down, he gagged and brought up a stream of puke with it. In his position, he choked a bit and started coughing hard, and the coughs were so harsh that they only brough up more puke.

Atticus didn’t know what was happening. His mind was still so drugged on sleep that he didn’t have the faintest idea of what was happening.

Suddenly, a voice broke through the fog and ringing in his ears. Atticus could feel hands that were hastily trying to push him on his side. He didn’t know who was doing that, but he had the feeling they were having a bit of trouble, so his body went along with it and he turned himself completely on his side.

This time, after the gush of puke came from his mouth—splattering on the floor—he could actually suck in air. He coughed, grateful to have air in his lungs.

“Atticus!” he heard Felix exclaim. Now that he was more awake, he could tell that it was his boyfriend who had been pushing him onto his side.

He spat onto the ruined floor before falling back against his pillow with a sigh, only to grimace and feel nauseous once again when he felt vomit on his pillow that was now in his hair.

Felix was hovering over him, looking absolutely distraught. “What just happened?” he asked worriedly. “You just. . . threw up while you were asleep!”

“I’m fine,” Atticus rasped after a second.

Eyes widening, Felix let out a disbelieving scoff. “Fine?! Did you not hear me? You threw up in your sleep! ‘Fine’ my arse!”

Unable to stop himself, Atticus chuckled at how fast his boyfriend had gone from panicked to irritated.

“Really, baby, I’m fine,” Atticus assured while sitting up. “I just had a pretty bad nightmare.”

Felix looked befuddled. “Since when does having bad dreams lead people to pull an Exorcist in their sleep?!”

Atticus was about to answer, but the memory of the gory nightmare sent another wave or nausea through him and he grimaced, cupping his hand over his mouth and getting up from bed. Felix followed, hovering like a worried mother.

In the bathroom, Atticus flicked on the light and then fell on his knees in front of the toilet, bringing up more puke, but not as much.

Felix crouched beside him, rubbing his back. “Just get it up, lovely. You’re alright.”

After a few more streams of puke and some dry heaves, Atticus was done. He felt gross though with puke drying and congealing on the side of his face and in his hair. “I need to shower,” he mumbled, and Felix made a hum sound in agreement.

Atticus got in the shower after insisting to Felix that he was fine and didn’t need any help. His argument was more for the sake of preserving his modesty though.

By the time he emerged from the bathroom, clothed in some fresh PJs, the bed had been changed and had new sheets, and Felix had a mop and was cleaning the last of the mess on the floor.

Atticus sighed, leaning against the wall. “I’m so sorry, baby. For scaring you, and the mess and everything.”

Felix smiled softly. “No need to apologize, love. But seriously, what happened?”

Shrugging, Atticus admitted, “I guess that video shook me up a lot more than I thought.”

“Oh, Atti.” Felix leaned the mop against the wall and went over to his boyfriend, hugging his arms around the guy’s waist and holding him like that, squeezing just a little bit tighter when arms went around his shoulders in kind. “Do you feel better now, though?”

Atticus smiled. “Yeah. I do.”

“Good. Let’s go back to bed.”

They went back to the bed together. Atticus’s head wound up on the blonde’s chest and his arm was around Felix’s waist while Felix played with his now damp hair.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” Felix whispered softly, making Atticus chuckle.

“You worry too much,” Atticus said, playfully poking the blonde’s side in a way that mad Felix stiffen a little bit since his sides were ticklish. “I’m fine, really. Even if I have another nightmare, I’m empty.”

The blonde sighed. “Okay. If you insist.” There was a moment of silence before the blonde added, “Because if you puke on this hoodie, I swear I will set you on fire.”

Atticus laughed out loud at that. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” Felix said, but he was smiling as well.

“Alright then,” Atticus said, planting a kiss on the blonde’s chest. “You have my word, baby.”

[riivetcity]

Like, I hate the Brotherhood, but imagining Danse seeing the Prydwen getting blown up and the Commonwealth essentially breaking out in 'No One Mourns the Wicked' over Maxson dying is rough.

"Goodness knows the wicked die alone."

"He died alone."

[houseswife]

sorry but every time I see a pic of s1 wilson my brain’s automatic response is “who the FUCK is that”

exhibit a. WHY ARE YOU BEHAVING THIS WAY!! WHORE!!!

[hazey-moonlight]

"Peace is the ultimate punk revolution, where love overpowers hatred, and strength lies in understanding and acceptance."

-Moup

Moupeth Doodlesnap is the childhood friend of Meeptah Moonsmoke. He's 27 years old and is bisexual.

He is a drummer and a singer, he plays other instruments as well.

He's a bigger build and about as tall as Wambus. He's only got those two sharp teeth sticking out when his mouth is closed. His hair can be any colors and any style, as long as it's short. Despite how spikey he looks he's actually very soft.

He cares deeply for Meeptah and doesn't care for Floofty, since their winning Meeps affections.

His intense, smoldering eyes hold a glint of mischief, keeping others guessing about the secrets hidden behind his punk facade.

But beneath the exterior lies a heart as tender as a melody.

He fiercely protects his friends and loved ones, always ready to offer a listening ear or a helping hand.

His aloofness often melts away when spending time with those he cherishes, revealing a vulnerable side that contrasts his tough exterior.

Despite his affinity for punk culture, Moup is a deep thinker and an artist at heart. He channels his emotions into his music, filling the room with raw energy every time he picks up his guitar. His lyrics often echo the struggle between the chaos of their genre and the sensitivity within, blending vulnerability and rebellion into harmonious chaos.

Original design by @flooftyfizzlebeans

[russellius]

🅱️aby 🅱️oy

[spacemilkbag]