#sorry for any typos/mistakes

[cheapposts]

Scar wakes up and gets to live another day.

It feels so weird. So wrong. Wasn’t he supposed to die in the end? Scar is pretty sure he was. He saw it with his own eyes: every winner before him died in the end. But for some reason, Scar didn’t.

At first he was confused. Maybe there’s been some kind of mistake. Maybe he’ll drop dead any minute now. But then a day came by. Two days. A week. And no god struck him down with a lightning. Scar was becoming more and more weirded out by that. He tried taking matters in his own hands, but no amount of jumping from a cliff to his death led him to freedom. He respawned again and again, wearing the same clothes with poppies and lilacs, having the same red eyes looking back at him from the river, staring at the same shade of red his name had every time he took his communicator in his hand and typed, "Hey?", "Anybody alive?", "Hello?", because what if the reason why he’s still alive is that he’s not actually a winner yet? What if there’s another player, and all he has to do to end this is to find and kill them, or let them kill him? But he never found anyone, and two weeks after the day he won, he stopped searching.

Three weeks after the day Scar won, he already had a new house going on. He settled at the edge of the map near mesa. "Screw this," he figured, "I’m not going to just wander around the land for months if the gods forgot to kill me. I’ll do things!" And things he did. After he was done with his new house, he fixed his old base, and tore down Mumbo's tower, and built a couple of things here and there. It was nice.

The next week was spent relaxing. He tended to his crops and fed cows he’d stolen from someone (not that the person would mind; they were dead). He died once that week and woke up in his bed again, but at that point it was starting to feel normal.

Five weeks after the day Scar won, he finally had to admit that the gods were not going to kill him. That for some reason, they decided to trap him there. Or maybe that’s what their idea of a happy ending was, maybe Scar happened to become the winner of the final game, the final round, and this was his reward. Maybe all the other players have gone home. Maybe Scar’s the only one left behind, and they live on without him.

There was no use in thinking about possibilities. It was only upsetting him. No - terrifying him. Instead, he took the matters in his own hands once again, and paid a visit to The Secret Keeper.

"I don’t want that," he said to it. "If this is my reward, I don’t want it. I want to go home. To Hermitcraft. Back to my friends. Back to where they’re alive."

The Secret Keeper didn’t seem to react. Scar felt his chest heat up with rage.

"Get me out of here!" he yelled, voice wavering. "You psychos! I- I miss my cat!"

The Secret Keeper didn’t answer.

Scar went home, laid down on his bed, and spent the evening thinking about Jellie's warm fur and his friends' smiles.

Scar wakes up and gets to live another day.

[l3viat8an]

Mammon waking you up by going down on you (with prev consent ofc) or you waking Mammon up with a BJ >_<

Nsfw!

Honestly thought this posted already- cuz it was supposed to be in queue for Mams birthday jsksjsk

I feel like that would happen all the time after you start dating Mammon! I mean he just can’t get enough of you and it is a rather nice way to wake up~

And really some mornings he gets so needy and you look so sweet laying there next to him that he just can’t keep his hands or lips off of you.

At first Mammon was just planning to kiss you, a few kisses down your neck and chest wouldn’t hurt right?- then he starts going lower, moving your clothes out of the way so he can keep kissing your skin, down across your chest and tummy and somehow he ends up between your legs… oops~

You wake up slowly, your mind groggy with sleep and pleasure as your eyes open and all you can see of your boyfriend is a lump under the covers. But as soon as you wake up and start grinding your hips to meet his face a little harder Mammon grabs your hips to pin you back down. At the same time he lifts his head to look up at you, which makes the covers fall back a bit so you can see his face, (his hair is an absolute mess too but that’s not super important :D) a crooked little smirk on Mammon’s face as he sits up enough to press a few more soft and wet kiss across your tummy. Mumbling out “Mornin’ darlin’.” against your skin before he goes right back to what he was doing- making you cum on his face-

He thinks its cute how you try to prop yourself up a bit on your elbows to look down at him and enjoy the show, chuckling to himself as he sucks on your clit just right, that it has your head rolling back and you have to plop right back down onto the pillows because it felt that good.  After all he knows all your sweet spots.

Neither of you talk much but Mammon would praise you for being so good and cummin’ for him, ya should let him take care of ya more often~

Sooo of course it’s only right that you ‘repay him’ wake him up head the next morning.  

Again not hard Mammon almost always has ‘morning wood’ when you sleep in the same bed.

While you’re under the covers tease his tip a bit -trust me- before taking his cock all the way into your mouth.

As soon as you start Mammon’s awake and you can hear all his breathlessly, little moans of “Yea~” and “Oh fuck, yes darlin’, just like that” I’m telling you he can’t keep his mouth shut- “S-shit- Don’t stop fuck.” and even more, “Please- Yea, like that, faster.”

There is a special something -not quite tenderness but that’s the closest word you can think of- to Mammon in these moments. Even as you have his cock in your mouth, even as he groans under his breath and his legs tense. Even as he grabs a handful of your hair and gently pushes you down a little bit to see if you can take him even further down your throat, he’s not trying to be mean but he loves it when you gag on him. Making him moan even louder “Shit- So fuckin’ g-good treasure.” as he cums down your throat.

Maybe it’s the way he smooths over your hair as you swallow his cum. Or maybe it’s the way he starts to pull you up to lay your head on his chest and wraps his arms around you as tightly as he can immediately after. It’s all done with care, as if you’re the most precious thing in his room. And of course to him you are.

(Although if you wanna tease Mammon a little more instead- sit up before he can pull you up and let the covers pool around you as you make a show of licking the last few drops of his cum off your lips ;))

[aayakashii]

FINALLY IT'S THE LAST DAY of posting Valentine's Day themed headcanons for each House in Tokyo Debunker! Ignore the fact that it's the middle of March already and I procrastinated this for so long

All prompts come from this post here ♡

And dividers are from @saradika-graphics 🫶

Taglist: @wannaberecluse

Frostheim | Vagastrom | Jabberwock | Sinostra | Hotarubi | Obscuary | Mortkranken

Valentine's Day in Mortkranken

Yuri

how does he show affection?

Peak tsundere. The tsundere to end all tsunderes. He demands your constant attention while hiding it behind a thick layer of furrowed brows, scowls and raised hackles. Expects you to be at his beck and call 25/8 and if you don't do that, he WILL be grumpy for the rest of the week. He needs you there, beside him. Even if you're not doing anything and he's working, he just needs your presence to feel like things are bearable. (He's the king of parallel play btw.)

does he like hugs? what are his hugs like?

Yuri says he hates them and NEVER gives them, but you know better. You notice how he slowly slips into your arms and melts against you when you hold them out for him. You notice how his hands grip your clothes like he's afraid you'll disappear and take all of his peace with you. You don't say anything. You just hold him when you know he needs it (and he'll allow to be held when you're the one that needs comfort).

is he good at flirting? how does he flirt?

PLEASE. He's a Victorian man in spirit. He can't even look at the nape of your neck or your hands without blushing like a damsel. He can't flirt and won't flirt, ever.

is he good at gift - giving or does he struggle to get it right?

The problem isn't giving you a gift. The problem is how much he overthinks what he could possibly give you that would look in good taste, so he can come out of it looking good. He REFUSES to ask for help, doesn't even look up online what are some good gift ideas for your s/o....... in the end, he gets so stressed about it that you notice his odd behavior. You ask what's going on and, after pressuring him a lot, he ends up confessing about his plight. You finally put him out of his misery by just saying what you'd like to get (a proper romantic date with him outside of Mortkranken)

is he quick or slow to give his heart away?

SLLLLLOWWWWW. Yuri doesn't even understand what is happening. Objectively, he knows SOMETHING different is going on due to all the physiological changes in his body whenever you're around. But he has no idea why. Why is his heart tachyarrhythmic? What is causing the mydriasis in his pupils? Why does he feel epigastric pain and profuse perspiration whenever you're around? He already has anxiety, so are his symptoms just worsening? When you finally end up making a move, it's when it all clicks into place for him. And after that, he has to come into terms with the fact that he likes you. He's stuck with you now, though.

does he find ‘i love you’ easy or hard to say?

HARRRRRDDDDDD. Even the mere thought that he loves you sends him into a panic attack. Love isn't supposed to be nowhere near the priorities of the best doctor/researcher in Japan. However, when you burst into his office late at night and force him to go to his room, tucking him into bed and staying with him until he finally sleeps, he can't help but feel like love is endlessly overflowing out of his pores.

does he get jealous in a relationship?

Yuri's AWFULLY jealous. Literally any little thing sets the alarm bells off in his head. He's so used to being dismissed by others, despite his scientific accomplishments, that any wrong move from you will make him spiral into jealous madness. And it's not pretty, unless you like how he looks when he cries. He wiggles and squirms when you decide to hug him while you soothe his anxieties, but eventually he calms down, sniffling and hiccuping in the crook of your neck. Maybe it's time to make a list of all your friends and acquaintances so he stops thinking every man is a potential threat... (spoiler: it won't help. His jealousy is chronic.)

what is his ideal date?

Date? He has no time for that! (You have to drag him out of Mortkranken and into a cute, quiet cafe or museum and force him to get his mind out of work. It's something he never even thought of doing, so just that is surprising enough for him).

would he ask the big question or expect their partner to?

He wants to ask. It's a big move, a big decision, and Yuri thinks he's responsible for all the important steps in your relationship. If you end up proposing first, he'll accept but he'll get mad too. He will demand you let him propose as well (and will 100% believe that HIS proposal is the one that counts for real).

how does he feel about valentine’s day?

Never even thought about that and thinks all of these dates are just a waste of time. He will think you're a bit silly for trying to get him excited about it, but with enough insistence, you can make him do anything.

does he get protective easily?

Terribly so. He wants to know where you are 25/8, if you're not around him. Yuri thinks anyone else besides Jiro and him are a bunch of unrefined brutes and that you definitely should NOT put yourself in danger by talking to them. Stresses himself half to death whenever you go out in missions and is ADAMANT on giving you a full check up once you get back. If only he had the money power to just bribe everyone to keep you by his side...

does he believe in true love?

Maybe as a kid, he dreamed about all those fairytales he had read before the only books he picked up were medical ones. It's tough to believe in it now, when all that seemed magical turned against him. You don't mind challenges, though.

Jiro

how does he show affection?

He suffocates you with his presence. Jiro might always be on the go, but he makes sure to take you with him, if possible. He needs to make a dozen and a half house calls? You're going with him. He needs to fetch something from the teachers? You're going with him. He might even show up at class a bit more frequently if you two have the same schedule. At the end of the day, you're exhausted from all the walking, but even then, he makes sure to stay with you until you're asleep. (Sometimes you have to listen to his big brother fawning over his little lovesick brother throughout the night...)

does he like hugs? what are his hugs like?

He doesn't mind them, as far as he's concerned. He always accepts your hugs, patting your head while you bury your face on his chest (that's when he realized how tall he actually is), letting you hold him for as long as you need. A few rare times, however, Jiro has found himself with the impulse of pulling you into his arms and hugging you himself. It's like an involuntary reflex – he can't control it. He searches for you, only stopping once he's holding you tight against his body. It's only then that he feels that simmering need finally lets him breathe again.

is he good at flirting? how does he flirt?

He doesn't flirt, but he still flusters you because he is blunt as hell. Sometimes, he stares at you so intensely that you squirm under his gaze. It's when you can't handle the weight of his ruby eyes on you that you finally ask if anything's wrong. When he says, "I really would like to kiss you" matter-of-factly, with his monotone voice, you feel your stomach flip inside you. He may be a doctor, but he's also a little bad for your heart.

is he good at gift - giving or does he struggle to get it right?

He doesn't waste any time trying to think about a surprise. The only surprise he likes to give you is making you yelp so he can laugh at your expressions. Therefore, Jiro straight up just asks you what you'd like as a gift and give you exactly that. Don't even try to tell him to give you whatever he feels like, otherwise you'll end up with a scalpel as a gift.

is he quick or slow to give his heart away?

Much like Yuri, he doesn't fully understand what's happening once he starts feeling a bit different whenever you come around. However, unlike Yuri, he researched his "symptoms" straight away, as soon as he realized none of the diagnoses he was giving himself were correct. After that, it was pretty much smooth sailing. He accepted the fact that he was in love with you with the same ease he informs patients of their health issues.

does he find ‘i love you’ easy or hard to say?

Easy. Jiro is blunt. When he woke up from his coma, the usual emotional restraints most people feel around things such as that were lost. He doesn't see why he should bother hiding his feelings if he is with you. Isn't it the norm to express your emotions to your partner? He would only keep his mouth shut if you expressed discomfort (and obviously, you don't, even if it flusters you so much).

does he get jealous in a relationship?

Not really. He spent a good time reading and studying about relationships in order to understand his feelings for you, and there was one specific word he read time and time again during his researches: trust. Jiro trusts you and your relationship with him. He trusts that you wouldn't do anything wrong, nor choose someone else over him. If a random student falls for you, that's their problem – he is pretty sure you're still his no matter what. Now, if someone starts bothering you... that's a whoooole other story.

what is his ideal date?

Jiro wants to go to any place in which you two can drink some tea, since it's the only thing that doesn't perturb his stomach all that much. He's been trying to slowly eat small portions as long as you make them and feed them to him (you still think he's making that up just to indulge in your attention), so he'd like to take his own food with him, if possible. You tell him that maybe you two could plan a picnic somewhere quiet, and you see his eyes widen and glint a little bit as soon as he hears your words. Picnic it is, then.

would he ask the big question or expect their partner to?

He won't mind if you ask him first; in fact, that's probably what ends up happening. Jiro follows your lead and whatever you decide to do in the relationship (as long as it isn't breaking up, obviously). So if you propose first, he'll gladly accept. If you just express desire to get married, however, he'll just straight up propose as soon as the words leave your mouth. No sense in wasting time.

how does he feel about valentine’s day?

Does not care at all. Never even noticed things changed during Valentine's. If you point it out, he'll acknowledge it and ask if you want to celebrate it, but if you don't, he won't mind either. He only cares if you do.

does he get protective easily?

Even though he isn't very jealous, he still is extremely protective. His hands are always finding purchase on your shoulders or your back, keeping you safe and close to him. He's always looking out for your health and well-being, even when he isn't feeling good (you've told him to take better care of himself time and time again due to that). If anything or anyone seems to be threatening or even just bothering you, he doesn't hesitate to activate his artifact. You already know, as soon as you hear the distinct bling of his chainsaw, that you need to reassure him that you're okay and that there's no need to commit manslaughter over some annoying guy pestering you.

does he believe in true love?

Not really. He believes in what he can attest with scientific methods. Regardless, he knows he loves you. That's enough for him.

[sosadraws]

Rabengeier (RBGR), finally.

(Huge thanks to @nobody-remarkable for the help with the acronym)

Just like their namesake, Rabengeiers are built to deal with any kind of unsanitary situation that might present a biological hazard that might lead to contamination. They have a neutral stance on death, decomposition and vermin, which helps them keep a calm attitude when handling hazardous waste.

(Also, since they have fanart of them doing morgue work (thanks Jay and Kettle, I'm giving you both a kiss on the forehead), I've decided to add that they know how to fulfill the role of a morgue technician, but they don't like to do it because ghosts (see Replika Issues)).

Replika Issues:

Rabengeiers firmly believe in an afterlife. They see crime scene cleaning as a way to help ghosts move to the afterlife, since afterwards they don't have anything that would tie them down to this mortal plane, which helps them move on. Their work ethic is heavily grounded on the existence of ghost and their power to haunt or curse those they find disrespectful:

Aside from that, while they require lots of socialization out of work, they struggle with taking initiative in social gatherings, which is why they tend to pair often with social replikas like EULR units. In that same sense, they enjoy hanging out and participating in group activities with others, but first they have to be explicitly told they can participate in order for them to join.

Rabengeiers tend to form bonds (either platonic or romantic), which also makes them more resistant to persona degradation. Those bonds usually happen with Eules or other Rabengeiers, however, given enough time, they can get close to any other replika type (in fact, I have a Rabengeier and Storch par that I might introduce someday).

Other's perception of RBGR units:

Rabengeiers are often avoided by the average citizen, as they're seen as bringers of back luck due to their strong associations with the dead. Since Rabengeiers aren't used to social interaction and don't tend to participate unless directly asked to, they can come of as asocial to those not familiarized with them.

Bonus: The ref as a png and the portrait variations.

[starlostfish]

Ajin fan art in 2025?????

lol hello everyone! Sorry for the random non persona art ㅠㅠ idk why but i got the sudden urge to re-watch/reread parts of Ajin and my old love for the characters(cough keikai) kinda resurfaced lolol I drew these in between working on some goro/au things hehe

[threestargirls]

࣪𖤐 i only put ya down ‘cause i want you so much

࣪𖤐 marishauna pre-crash. mari’s a cheerleader who always seems to be where shauna is, and shauna can’t stop noticing it.

࣪𖤐 1.9k words.

Shauna Shipman wasn’t sure of many things in her life- she didn’t know who she was, what she wanted, who she wanted, who she wanted to be.

But one thing she was fully and undoubtedly sure of was that she hated Mariana Ibarra. The irritating cheerleader whose mouth never stopped running, who never seemed to have anything better to do than talk.

Mariana always seemed to be in the crowd during the Yellowjacket’s soccer games. Every match, like clockwork, there she was in the very first row of the bleachers. She’d be chatting with the sidelined players and cheering or jeering at whatever was going on.

She’d caught the younger girls talking about a joke she’d made post-game once or twice. Akilah was a better player than the rest of them, but she still chatted the most with the less important girls. Maybe it was rude for Shauna to think of them that way- less important- but she did. She was sure that’s how she herself was thought of by some people anyways, so who cares?

Akilah seemed the closest to Mariana out of all them. Shauna had caught a nickname once while eavesdropping- Mari.

Shauna found herself catching things about Mari more often than she would’ve liked. Her grating voice, escaping from soft lips with far too much lipgloss loaded on them. It was pink, and the tube said Lancôme on it. She watched everytime Mari applied it, her eyes trained on the girl from the back of their English class.

Her hair, tied up into those ridiculous pigtails and adorned with navy blue ribbons. The whole cheer uniform, for a matter of fact. The too-short skirt combined with that unflattering yellow tank top. Somehow, Mari pulled it off, which wasn’t something Shauna would say for the majority of the other cheerleaders.

The way she’d sit at the games, accompanied by cheerleader friends. They weren’t even obligated to be there! Just tagging along in their uniforms for no reason. Sure, she was friends with some of the players, but friends enough to drag along her whole squad?

Most of all, she hated that sly smirk Mari would give her whenever she caught her staring. The way it’d turn into a grin if Shauna turned away annoyed, and the way she’d raise her eyebrows like she expected something if Shauna held her ground.

Now, Shauna stood silent by Jackie’s side, downing her second Malibu and milk like it was water. Gross. The music was giving her a headache- all this upbeat pop music wasn’t exactly her style. Who even put together this playlist? She would’ve done so much better than them.

Jackie shared a cigarette with her way too idiotic boyfriend, the guy who didn’t seem right for Jackie no matter who looked at the relationship. But right now, Shauna’s focus wasn’t on Jackie.

Two months ago, Jackie was the only thing Shauna could focus on. It’d been that way for as long as Shauna could remember. But now Mari consumed an astounding amount of Shauna’s thoughts, and it was beginning to exasperate her.

Her eyes were trained in on Mari in the corner, laughing with Akilah and some other girls. Rebecca? Rachel? Some girl she thought was Kristen, but then a girl shoved her and called her Crystal through giggles.

Jackie’s elbow in her ribs finally snapped Shauna back to reality. Shauna frowned, holding her side as if she’d been hit with a baseball bat.

“Shipman, where are you?” She scoffed, a curious smile on her face. Something in Jackie’s eyes that Shauna would mistake for jealousy, too, if it weren’t for Jeff’s arm around her shoulder. Jackie clearly didn’t care as much as she was pretending to. If she cared, she would’ve noticed ten minutes ago how quiet Shauna was being.

Shauna looked down at her cup for a moment- she was holding the red plastic far too tight, it was crumpling under her grip. “I’m right here.” She said, playing off her irritation with a roll of her eyes and a small smile.

Jackie didn’t seem to notice Shauna brushing it off, her grin turning more genuine. It almost looked like she was going to say something to Shauna, almost looked like she was going to rope her into the conversation. It almost looked like she cared. Instead, Jackie turned back to her boyfriend. The feeble hope Shauna had been feeling crushed along with the cup in her hand, the plastic snapping and slicing her palm.

She pursed her lips, staying quiet rather than alerting anyone. Shit. She turned her head, looking around for a doorway. She needed a kitchen, bathroom, anything with a sink. As hard as she tried to focus on scanning the room for an exit, her eyes inevitably got stuck on Mari again. Damn it. What was wrong with her? It was just a random cheerleader, and an annoying one at that. For a girl Shauna didn’t like, she seemed to be constantly thinking about her. Of course, it wasn’t positive thinking, but regardless, it was thinking.

This time, Mari caught her glance, a smirk gracing her lips as she locked eyes with Shauna. The same look as every single time she caught Shauna staring. Damn it! Mari’s eyes flickered down, and her brows furrowed.

Shauna looked down similarly, and she didn’t realize she’d been holding her palm out in front of her as if she actually wanted someone to see. Her mind felt hazy- shit, Jackie was right, she really couldn’t hold her liquor. She stuffed the shards of plastic hastily into her coat pocket, praying it wouldn’t rip the fabric somehow. She clenched her fist, her eyes finally landing on a doorway.

She pushed through the people, ignoring Jackie calling out for her. Shauna knew she wouldn’t follow. She usually didn’t.

She stumbled into the kitchen, which was unfortunately still crowded with people. She shoved someone out of her way, perhaps a little too hard because she heard them call her a bitch from behind. She shot back a glare.

The music was louder in here, which was certainly saying something given how she’d had to strain to hear Jackie in the main room. It was hotter in here, too. This is why she hated parties.

She ran the cut under cold water, watching as the faucet ran steadily onto her hand. Her blood stained the water flowing off her palm for a good while before finally slowed enough for Shauna to withdraw.

She turned away from the sink and nearly yelped right in her face when she saw Mari facing her. She stared at her for a long moment, brows furrowed as she tried to figure out what she wanted. Mari spoke before Shauna could.

“You need a band-aid?” She offered, holding one out to Shauna. Her voice was loud enough to hear over the music, but miraculously, she wasn’t even yelling. Seemed about right for a cheerleader.

Shauna looked down at Mari’s hand. Her nails were short, but nice. Dark blue. Not the prettiest possible choice, but no doubt to match her cheer uniform she was so often in. The band-aid sat flat in Mari’s palm, beckoning Shauna to take it.

“It’s too small.” Shauna said flatly, rather than questioning why Mari had followed her at all. She showed the cut on her palm, which was slowly bleeding again. “Big cut.”

Mari gave her a look like she found her weird. Shauna frowned at that. “Uh, yeah. Do you want me to get Jackie or something?”

Get Jackie? Why would she do that? “She’s not my owner.” Shauna muttered, looking back down at the bandaid, still resting in Mari’s outstretched palm.

“I didn’t say she was?” Mari said with a quizzical smile, which only deepened Shauna’s frown. Why was she even here, talking to her? This was the first conversation they’d ever had, and Mari was already insulting her!

“It was implied.” Shauna said, taking the bandaid from her palm and fumbling with the wrapper. She smoothed it out on her palm. It didn’t even cover half of where the plastic had sliced through her skin, and when she unflattened her hand even slightly, it looked like a caterpillar.

“No, it wasn’t.” Mari laughed. “You should probably throw away that cup, by the way. I think the trash can’s near the fridge.” She was laughing at her! Mari Ibarra was laughing at her! That’s all she ever did, talk and laugh, and now it was directed at Shauna!

“Yeah. Thanks.” Shauna snapped at her, sounding bitter, turning to leave before Mari grabbed her arm, those perfectly manicured fingernails scratching her skin.

“Wait, Shauna-“

“How do you know my name?” Shauna pressed through gritted teeth. Her brows were furrowed, but the irritation had left her eyes, as hard as she tried to make it look like it was still there.

“Uh, we have like, three classes together,” Mari said, then added quickly, “And I see you at the soccer games and practices and stuff.” Suspiciously quick to say so, Shauna thought, like she was trying to cover something up- but Shauna was also tipsy, so she didn’t entirely trust her thought process.

“You should play.” Shauna blurted out without thinking. She could almost hear Jackie’s voice in her head. Damnit, Shipman, that’s not how you make a friend.

Shauna took in a sharp breath at the thought, retaliating to Jackie’s voice in her head. Well, I don’t want to be the bitchy cheerleader’s friend, Jackie, so suck on that.

“Like, on my team. The soccer team.” Shauna elaborated, praying she wasn’t slurring her words. Her voice wasn’t as loud as Mari’s tended to be naturally, and the music was still playing so loudly she wasn’t sure if her ears were bleeding worse or the same as her palm still was.

“Pfft, get real. Me? Soccer?” Mari rolled her eyes.

“You’re a cheerleader, so you’re strong. Good footwork. And you’ve got nice legs. So probably fast.” Shauna said, the words slipping from her lips before she could stop herself. Surprisingly, she didn’t regret the casual compliment. Well, she had no reason to. Right?

Mari grinned, and Shauna found herself giving a small smile back like an idiot. Alcohol (unsurprisingly) really diluted her filter. Mari dropped Shauna’s arm, crossing her own as her eyes flickered over Shauna.

“Is that why you’re always staring at me? To find a new player for the team?” Mari laughed, raising her eyebrows again.

“I’m not.” Shauna said, annoyance flaring up inside her again, that faint trace of a smile disappearing from her face.

“Not staring or not scouting?” Mari prodded, her voice holding a strange flirtatious tone to it that made Shauna do a double take and tilt her head. Shauna opened her mouth to say something, but Mari cut her off.

“Relax, dude. Maybe I’ll see you at tryouts this fall.” Mari said, patting her on the shoulder and then walking off, her hand lingering as she pulled away.

Shauna’s gaze lingered on Mari’s exiting form, and it was hard to ignore the fluttering feeling in her stomach. So for now, she labeled the unsure feeling as hate. Shauna wasn’t sure of what she was truly feeling, and after talking with Mari, everything felt even more out of control.

But Shauna was sure that she could make her own decisions, that her mind was the one thing she could control. And so Shauna Shipman decided that she hated Mariana Ibarra, ripping the bandaid off and throwing it in the trashcan along with the plastic shards she’d cracked while staring at Mari.

࣪𖤐 a/n: my writing’s been so rigid lately so sorry about that….. but anyways i promised this would come so here it is! “vivi soccer doesn’t work like that-“ I DON’T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT HIGHSCHOOL SOCCER I CARE ABOUT MY GIRLKISSERS!!! dialogue is my worst enemy. tell me why i went to reddit to research slang terms they did/didn’t use in the 90’s💔 anyways i’m so obsessed with them ugh. shauna saying you don’t want to be the bitchy cheerleader’s friend….. well what do you wanna be to her then huh shauna? forking girlkisser. are we rocking with the young melanie lynskey pic rather than a sophie nelisse one

[ratguy-nico]

BoblinWeek Day 4: Admire / Favorite

My second drawing for the @boblinweek and this is a drawing totally rob from @t4tboblin but it was just too funny I had to draw it XP

The post:

This was gonna be a totally different drawing but I said "Fuck it" "I wanna do something different"

So yeah is a much simple style I said is more meme, but I wanted to try it and I did

Hope you like it though

Here without text:

[geraskierfanficprompts]

Prompt 144

it’s almost midnight on New Year’s Eve. Yennefer runs over to her ex, her beloved (but exasperating) friend, Geralt.

“You’re going to do it, aren’t you? You’re going to kiss Jaskier?”

“Yenn..”

“Come on! It’s new years! If somehow he doesn’t feel the same, just say you didn’t want to be kissless on new years!”

Jaskier has a plan. He’s going to finally (Meletele, FINALLY) kiss Geralt tonight! It’s New Year’s Eve, the perfect excuse! If Geralt doesn’t feel the same way, Jaskier will just say he didn’t want to be kissless on new years!

but then he looks over at Geralt and sees him talking quite intimately with his on-again-off-again lover, Yennefer. Hmph. Maybe he could make Geralt jealous! Show that he has choices too! But who could he get to kiss him?

Aiden is sick and tired of Lambert’s bullshit. They were best friends for a decade, and finally, FINALLY they had kissed at Lamb’s family’s Christmas party. Under the mistletoe, and then very quickly into the bedroom. Aiden thought they were just taking it slow with their new relationship afterward, but when he brought up kissing Lambert at midnight tonight, Lambert had laughed and shook his head.

“There’s plenty of people there for you to kiss, Kitty. Plenty for you to fuck, too.”

Well fine then! Aiden will find someone else to kiss! Show Lambert what he’s missing and make him regret it! He looks for the first person standing alone and beelines to them, surprised to find it to be Jaskier. “Do you want to kiss me at midnight? I’m trying to get Lambert’s head out of his ass.”

Jaskier pauses for a moment, glances over at Geralt, and then nods. “Only if we do it where Geralt can see.”

Lambert is freaking out. He is in love with his best friend, Aiden. And when they kissed under the mistletoe at his family’s Christmas party, Lambert was in heaven. And heaven only got heavenier when he got to taste other parts of Aiden. But come the next morning, Aiden didn’t act any different. That’s when Lambert realized that this was just another one of Aiden’s hookups. Not the great wordless mutual love confession he thought it was.

so when Aiden asked to do it again, Lambert refused. He couldn’t go through being just a night of fun to Aiden, again. Not when he adores Aiden with everything he is.

[lynaferns]

Hi, hello. Did you say big bat vampire dca au? As in, they’re big bats? 👀

That sounds really cool!

Yeah, although I don't have a clear image of them yet.

I made a doodle of the three half(?) transformed

They are mixed species but each resemble one more than the others. (I messed up eclipses ears, drew the wrong shape)

(whoops little ramble about bats)

Sun is an Indian Flying Fox, a fructivore bat. They are one of the bigguest (1 to 2 ft tall and 4ft wingspan (great for hugs/j)) and helps with the forest pollinization. They can fly 40km in one night. They lack echolocation but has a better eyesight than other bats. It's endangered due to humans haunting them for their meat.

Moon it's a Common Vampire bat (and a bit of White Winged bat for the colors), they eat mammal blood. There are 3 vampire species: the common, White-winged and Hairy-legged, the common can eat blood from any mammal while the other two eat mainly from birds and humans. The common vampire is a good crawler, so they'll prefer to get close to their prey from the ground. The white-winged has these glands in its mouth that uses to spit a really nauseating smell when its being molested (like skunks but these spit on you), there is sulfur in the spit.

Eclipse has the more clear mixes to see and it's the smallest of the three, its a Welwitch bat (it has freckles!!), a big eared and has part of canyon bat (because of the colors too). It's insectivorous, they help with plagues. They pretty much just vibe, just leave them be eating half their weigh in bugs and both of you'll be happy.

Nor the vampire or fruit bat has tails.

And they all can give you

Rabiessssss ✨

I didn't look into every especie there is of bats, first of because there are like 1,000, most of them insetivorous, and second because there is varely any info about any especie that aren't the common ones.

[worthyprnce]

okay this is raw and rough, but I don't think I'll get myself to actually write something better, so here is an idea/outline of a scene I had in mind for this piece I made:

After Merlin leaves the lake, unable to keep looking at Arthur's body, he finds Gwaine fallen and unconscious on his way back to Camelot. He despairs and manages to make him come back to consciousness (he is not dead yet)

"Merlin…" Gwaine opens his eyes with effort and murmurs. He smiles, his heart at ease just by seeing Merlin's face again.

"Gwaine, stay with me, I can't lose you too" Merlin pleads, his eyes already turning a soft shade of golden.

"The king…"

"Arthur is gone…" Merlin's voice stumbles.

"So I failed him… I failed you... Camelot..."

Merlin is desperate as he takes off Gwaine's restraints, saying, "No, no, Gwaine, please… Don't take the blame for me."

With no strength left, Gwaine collapses onto Merlin, unable to support his weight or even raise his aching hands. How he wishes to caress Merlin's face, to swipe away the golden tears streaming down his cheeks.

"You did everything you could, Merlin..." is all he can manage to speak.

"I know… I know about—"

"Shhhh, that's not important now… please, Gwaine… Stay with me, please, just stay," Merlin says as he raises his body and places his glowing hands over Gwaine's chest in a desperate attempt to find the knight's heart. "I have to—I can do this..."

"Merlin, you can't..." Gwaine's breath-catching voice is hardly audible at this point.

“Don’t say that! Don’t— Don't you dare! You don’t get to give up! You can't!”

"Merlin..."

“No! No, not yet. I never told you everything. I never showed you what I am. I... if I’d just—”

“You’re everything I already knew" Gwaine cuts him softly, his voice is quiet, devastatingly gentle. "Even the parts you tried to hide. I loved all of it.”

“That's unfair! I’m losing you before I even had the chance to be honest... To tell you how much I lov- how much I love you...” Merlin shakes his head, voice cracking.

“Love isn’t fair sometimes... Yet, it's real."

Merlin's magic is worn out and shaky, and the glow in his hands falters. Unable to find Gwaine's strength to give his life back, he is exhausted and shaken. He tightens his clutch on Gwaine.

“Don’t go. Not yet" he begs, his tears falling down like a waterfall.

"I'm not worth your tears, Merlin" with his own tears streaming down his face, Gwaine tries to give him a little smirk but fails.

"Yes... Yes you are..." Merlin sobbs "I'm the one not worth of yours..."

"Yes you are... You've always been... It's always been you, Merlin... You..."

"I know..."

"It's alright, Merlin..." Gwaine smiles with difficulty.

"It's not alright! I can't lose you!"

"Maybe in another life I can find you again… and fall in love with you again… and make you happy…"

"You make me happy! Please, don't go, don't go…"

A moment of silence. Merlin's magic is failing, he is becoming weaker by the second, and Gwaine's body is slowly fading. Merlin has to lay down, carefully resting Gwaine down with him.

".. Hey, Merlin..." Gwaine whispers, his voice almost unrecognizable, quiet and emptying.

"Hi, Gwaine" he answers, lips trembling, tears falling, his eyes trying to scan Gwaine's face one last time, carving him into memory. Merlin lowers his head down so Gwaine can share his last words as a whisper in his ear:

"If I had the chance to go back in time... to love you once more... to be held like this by you... I'd go through it again..."

[appalamutte]

When Eric finally, after three hours of deliberation, decides to take a shower, the oven timer sounds from across the apartment.

"Shoot, hon," he says to a sleeping Deke as he scrambles half-naked down the hall and into the combined kitchen-slash-living room. The dog doesn't even pick his head up—just opens his eyes and raises one ear from the worn-down dog bed in the corner beside the couch. "What is your daddy going to do? Forgetting I put some apple turnovers on, Lord, my mind is plum gone."

A small waft of smoke burns at his eyes when he opens the oven door. The turnovers are a touch too crispy, blackened on the bottoms in a way Eric's always disliked and his family's always preferred. He sets them to cool on top of the stove.

He also lights an apple pumpkin candle, just for the hell of it.

Maybe he even still grabs one to eat.

Some hockey game is playing on the television when he goes to sit on the couch. Eric doesn't even remember turning the television on, let alone deciding to watch the game tonight of all things, but the Falconers are currently losing against the Canucks in the fourth quarter and the turnover tastes like burnt flour in his mouth and Eric was fired from his job, for the first time in his life, earlier that morning.

Deke stands from the dog bed—oh, who is Eric fooling, it's an outdoor patio cushion Eric bought on clearance a few years ago that was the perfect size for Deke to lay on—stretches, yawns, shakes sleep off his body and joins Eric on the couch. Noses his way toward the turnover in Eric's hand, digs his paws into the thin cotton of Eric's underwear to stand up, up, up until Eric's forced to shove the rest of the turnover into his still-full mouth.

"Down," he mumbles out, and Deke doesn't listen, but he does lick at Eric's face and that's okay, too.

"Mashkov chips the puck up the ice into Canuck territory, St. Martin goes to pick it up," the announcer is saying, the bright white light of the game clashing with the soft lamplight of Eric's apartment. "Bit of a struggle with Canuck's number twenty-eight, though St. Martin is able to snatch the puck and send it up to Zimmermann, who—"

"What am I going to do with you?" Eric asks once Deke yawns again and lays halfway onto Eric's lap, belly-side up and ears flopped this way and that.

His phone lights up from the side table, buzzes once, then goes dark again. Eric ignores it for all of two seconds before he snatches it up and unlocks it, seeing seven missed phone calls, fifty-two text messages, three emails, a handful of Twitter notifications, and a reminder from Tinder that his profile will be hidden soon if he doesn't log back in to it. That one is immediately deleted, as well as his emails—all from clients who haven't been told he's no longer with the company—but the Twitter notifications grab his attention long enough that he misses out on the goal the Falconers score until the network starts showing replays.

"What a goal! Wow, Rick, I have to say, despite the rough game they've had up until this point, Zimmermann may have just turned their spirits around. I mean, talk about an all-around masterclass of a shot. He's been quiet all night and then he does this? It's like he's been waiting until this moment to make something happen."

The cameras flick through a series of shots: the full rink from above, panning across the team celebrating at the bench, coming in close to where Robinson's pulling Jack down to Mashkov's wide-open arms for a hug. The joy is palpable. The smiles are wider than Eric would expect for a goal in a lost game. Jack doesn't look so frustrated now, not like he was looking the other night over the phone, and he makes eye contact with the camera as St. Martin comes in to pat against his helmet and Jack winks.

He—he winks.

The screen changes to that of the announcers as soon as Eric registers what he just saw. Surely, that wasn't—he didn't—now, Eric might be a gullible person under the right circumstances, but he's not delusional; he knows Jack doesn't know he's watching the broadcast because they haven't talked since yesterday when Jack was still in Seattle and Eric's life hadn't yet fallen apart and today's game was never mentioned. Jack didn't wink for Eric. He winked for the camera, for all the fans, a culmination of the Falconers' media training and Eric's gentle pushing that he needs to be more personable, more charming, at least for the media.

But—something warm settles inbetween the spaces of Eric's ribs and slowly fills the cavity of his heart.

The Falconers still lose the game. The announcers mention that this is now the fourth game the Falconers have lost in a row. Eric watches until the station starts covering highlights from another game from earlier in the day, and when he turns the television off, he finds the apartment to be silent.

Though, not like before. Not like when he first got home from work six hours too early and turned his phone off and fell face-first on his unmade bed. Deke softly snores in Eric's lap now, hot to the touch. It almost smells like home did when Eric was ten and helping his Mama bake after school. For the first time in years, despite the circumstances, Eric doesn't have to set any alarms for a Thursday morning.

Jack's making a layover in New York tomorrow.

That is enough.

[shizunitis]

No, ur absolutely so right about Bingcest. Preach louder because like. It’s just so fun. Any reason why they would be doing it is so fun. Is Bingge fucking Bingmei to show him how he needs to fuck Shizun? Is it a domination thing? What crazy kinks would Bingmei learn from Bingge? How would he try and incorporate them with Shizun? So many questions. I want Bingge to bite Bingmei’s lips when they kiss.

anon i love you and am willing to go through the abyss for you empty-handed and with my hands tied. will give you my firstborn. thank you for letting me talk about this please never leave me

now that the bingmei rp is over, and keeping in mind that i am forever sleep deprived, in a vaguely bingge mood, and also very sorry for what that means for any passersby, here’s my answer. horniness and thoughts (hopefully coherent enough) under the cut

though i find the shizun sandwich version of bingcest to be extremely tasty and a great apperitif, i feel like the pure bingge-bingmei storylines my brain throws at me every now and then are so fucking good (read: hhNnNg) on their own.

a non-exhaustive list of some ideas i didn’t ever think too deeply about but like for reasons:

what if bingge is bingmei’s shizun.

what if bingmei gets stranded in pidw.

what if bingge accompanies bingmei in the abyss.

what if instead of only having bingge and bingmei, we also throw in oo!lbh into the mix and make this the worst throuple to have ever existed.

what if the system fucks up and there’s two binghe’s from the very beginning, twins or clones or whatever, and they brave the world on their own so as not to strain the washerwoman’s already precarious situation further than they did the first time around.

what if bingmei wishes very, very hard for a father during his disciplehood, and the system plops bingge into his world when shen yuan is mia.

what if bingge goes out and tries to find the svsss world again but ends up in oo!pidw.

what if bingge and bingmei live to the ends of their lives and meet after the universe is wiped as cosmic beings and they have incomprehensible sex to soothe the pain.

what if bingmei suspects bingge came back to steal shizun during the monthly wifeplots, and just jumps the gun and goes after the fucker directly.

what if modern au.

what if modern au where they’re separated at birth.

what if actual lab clones of each other!

et cetera (many more examples. none of which i can think of right now and if i’m being honest? half of these i thought up on the fly, so i was lying. fibbing. other words. never ever assume i know what i’m talking about)

in any and all these situations shen qingqiu and/or shen yuan could and perhaps should be integrated, but for my purposes he can take a moment to breathe. i’ll return him his husbands shortly.

back to the point: i love every iteration of bingcest.

bingge and bingmei being very alpha vs. alpha about fucking and literally fighting for dominance. bingmei being horrible at kissing and bingge getting annoyed with the teeth thing and showing him how to actually bite someone (stealing your desires as they perfectly align with mine, anon) and then finding out that what bingge would consider lowly and ignoble (is that how you use the word? probably not), bingmei blushes and whines for so prettily.

exchanging blood and it fails to do anything but induce arousal in the other and then using that as a way to torment each other.

i want the snapping teeth and the clawing and the violence. the almost-tangible, suffocating hatred and frustration. them choking on their leashes tied together without their knowledge. choking on them where the’re tied to opposite ends of the bed as they try to get to the other. and so forth

but soft bingcest works beautifully too. don’t know how they’d end up in that situation but i’m picturing it and it’s very nice.

bingge’s vanity and desire to be perfect projected onto his own self staring back at him, bingmei’s bratty disobedience challenging bingge’s desire to subjugate and conquer and take, all of this culminating in the two of them understanding their differences but also loathing them in a way. why is he different, he’s me, why can’t he understand, why isn’t he doing what i would, why does he hate me, the likes

oh!! bingmei should yell that at bingge actually. or growl it while he pins bingge down to get him to listen to him. and bingge should want to say, “are you stupid?” but holds back because now isn’t the time. where did the brat even get that idea from? he’s done everything he could to make him stronger, to make him realise that the world is a shit, cruel place and they only have each other in the end, and yeah it’s a shit hand to be dealt, but is it? is it really?

hm. don’t really know where that thought ends up but i’m pretty sure it ends up with both of them fucking unbearably tenderly (by their standards) in a forest somewhere.

anyway.

i don’t mean to exclude shizun because. i wouldn’t fucking dare? but bingcest is. it’s dear to me. i’m a bingcest purist if you’d like, but bingcestqiu/yuan is second on the list. third is mobingcumplane/moshangbingqiu but that’s another thing altogether

(i have no actual clue if there’s ship names for these already. surely there are?)

BUT. adding shizun into the mix is wonderful. i’ve rec’ed it before but through the eye of a needle is SUCH a good fic PLEASE give it a read it’s my favourite fic ever ever in the history of ever

i love the idea of shizun trying to tame these two idiots and failing miserably. i also love the idea of him succeeding. i want bingmei making bingge drink some ‘respect shizun’ juice and i want bingge to give bingmei some much needed ‘fuck shizun’ lessons. i want shizun to direct their every movement while he casually drinks his tea and pretends like he’s not foaming at the mouth seeing the two protagonists being “forced” to go at each other like they’re passionate, devoted lovers.

just.

bingcest…

there’s so much i want from bingcest. i want the guilt, and the confusion, and the rage! i want the angst! the territorial spats, the dick measuring contests (literal and metaphorical). the comfort! the. idk man they should be allowed to be horrible to each other, it’s not like they can die.

(holy shit what if one of them dies. fuck i’m exhausted but please. kill one of them and make the other revive him. somehow. maybe we can make regret of chunshan reality but it’s bingcest, if you understand)

but mainly i want the two pretty idiots humping each other’s thighs like teenagers. making bingge crawl for bingmei is also a very fun thought that would make him (plural) react in a very entertaining way. getting bingmei to power bottom is chef’s kiss when bingge’s on the other end. teaching bingge about the beauty of surrendering to his own self, which he does not trust with anything but also understands more than he’d like or wants to acknowledge is also neat. they would get up to degeneracies that i can’t speak of. i’m shy and also inarticulate about them

oooh also lebingcest. exactly the same as before but it’s better. because lesbian yaoi

[bluegekk0]

we see grimm wanting to bite vyrm, (he is hallownests #1 neck enjoyer, but does vyrm ever bite grimm? is vyrm hallownests #1 enjoyer if anything? also can i see a lil doodle of vyrm biting grimm i think it would be silly

He does from time to time, definitely not as often as Grimm does since he's not the one usually initiating the teasing. Not to mention, all the fur on Grimm's neck and shoulders (the primary love biting area for them) is covered in thick fur, which makes attempting to bite them a bit troublesome. Not that it would stop Vyrm, but getting fur stuck to his tongue can't be the most pleasant haha

Thought I'd draw them anyway, not the happiest with the result since my hands were not cooperating well today, but I hope it's good enough nonetheless

And as for the second part of the question, I do really like the mental image of him tinkering with pocket watches in his workshop. Yes, I do think they have an equivalent of those in their world, and Vyrm would undoubtedly be obsessed with the intricate mechanisms. So if there is a #1 pocket watch enjoyer in Hallownest, I think he can safely claim that title.

[kotegiris]

[Event Story] Valentine's Day with the Butler

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Chapter 17: This Year’s Gift

【Inn - Aruji’s Room】

-That night-

Muu and I were resting in my room together.

It seemed like the ball had safely ended, and the butlers returned to the inn.

I gave the brownies I made with the 1st floor butlers to the butlers who had finished their work. Everyone was very happy.

Muu: Fufu… Everyone looks so happy with the brownies! 

Muu: Ah, by the way…

Muu: Aruji-sama, besides the brownies, are you planning to give everyone another gift?

> I… 

For a Valentine’s Day gift this year, I was thinking of making hot chocolate for each of the butlers.

They’re always earnestly caring for me, so I want to do something for them too.

They’re always working so hard, so I want to give them the present of being able to relax with a cup of warm hot chocolate…

I told Muu what I had in mind.

> …That’s what I’m thinking of doing.

Muu: I see… That’s a great idea!

Muu: Everyone will definitely be happy getting such a warm present from you!

Muu: I’ll be cheering you on!

> Thanks, Muu. 

While we talked, a knock suddenly came from the door.

> Come in.> It’s open.

Opens

Berrien: Good evening, Aruji-sama.

Lucas: Good evening. Excuse us for coming to you so late at night.

> Good evening. Did you need something?

Lucas: Yes.

Lucas: We came to inform you that we’ll be extending our stay in Oliva.

Berrien: As usual, the nobles who attended the ball have decided to stay in this town for a little longer, so…

Berrien: We butlers will also have to remain in Oliva until then.

Berrien: Which means that you’ll also have to stay in Oliva for a little longer.

Berrien: The chocolate festival is still ongoing, so…

Berrien: Please keep enjoying the lively town of Oliva.

Lucas: Also, since the ball is over, there is no need for large-scale security anymore.

Lucas: Many of the butlers will be free from tomorrow, so…

Lucas: When you go out, please feel free to ask us butlers to be your guide.

Lucas: Fufu, but…

Lucas: I hope that you’ll pick me to be your guide ♪

Berrien: Of course, it’s your choice on who you’d like to go out with.

Berrien: I’m sure that all of us butlers…

Berrien: Want to go out and make memories together with you.

Berrien: They’ll definitely be happy if you invite them.

Berrien: Of course… That includes me too.

Saying that, Berrien happily smiled.

Muu: Fufu… Me too!

Muu: I love spending time with Aruji-sama!

Berrien: Fufu… Yes, I know.

Berrien: Like us, Muu-chan is also one of Aruji-sama’s butlers after all.

Muu: Yes!

Muu: That’s why, like everyone else…

Muu: I also love Aruji-sama!

> I love you too, Muu. 

Muu: Ehehe… Thank you, Aruji-sama!

Lucas: Fufu… Muu-chan’s way of expressing his love is so pure and straightforward.

Berrien: Yes, it is. 

Berrien: I’m a bit envious of that part of him.

> Huh…?

Berrien: Fufu… Pay it no mind.

Berrien: Now then, Aruji-sama…

Berrien: Please continue to have fun in Oliva together with us.

END

[lightwing-s]

no updates again today because i’m still out for carnaval, but i saw this today and thought it was so biker!jason coded i could not not post it here.

Imagine jason, who has gone through a lot in his life, who came back from the dead and has struggled with his mental health ever since. Jason who has had thoughts of ending it all since he came back, because everything has changed, everything hurts, and he couldn’t see happiness in anything at all.

And then, it all changed once he met you, and suddenly his world actually had life. He could finally feel happy again, but not only that, he felt love for what seemed was the first time in forever.

He felt alive because of you. He didn’t few sorrow anymore and it was all your fault. You were the beacon of light he desperately needed in the pitch black darkness he didn’t even dare to call life. A sub-life, that was what he had.

He bike was the only thing that made him feel alive. But not anymore. Now he had you. Now he had you and your baby. The baby you two didn’t plan, gosh definitely not. But the baby that came to save his life.

He finally saw a future for him that for the first time wasn’t clouded by pain. And he wanted to make right for that baby like no one had ever done for him. Your baby was barely the size of a grape, but he already loved it more than anything in the world.

You and him. You and the baby. Two reason to slow down, two reason to stay alive. The two things that made his life so much more worth living.

vídeo credits to @/bwoo_cbr on instagram

[zackmartin]

KNIGHT SQUAD FIFTH ANNIVERSARY ☆ texts posts | part two