#zyan

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I had to screen record this game, he's so cute 😩

[whumpinthepot]

@figuwhump 14!

Its been a while since ive drawn Zyan

[prplocks]

♡☆♡ one direction icons

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[mottinthepot]

Old ART of TSATS ocs

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Model: Zyan Campbell Photographer: Belinda Vickerson https://www.flickr.com/photos/belindavick/51811688667/in/dateposted/ #rmaalbc #model #zyan

[thisishalsey17]

[wally-b-feed]

Anthony Fineran (B 1981), Olives Zyan, 2023

[kiomablog]

[whumpinthepot]

Day 18: “Make me.” (Gore)

Whumpee getting a bit too lippy with the whumper on a particularly bad day. The whumper loses it when they hear the words “Make me” when told to shut up.

Suddenly whumpee is on the floor, their own hand shoved into their mouth while the whumper smacks the bottom of whumpees chin to force them to bite down on flesh, “Gladly.”

[mearpsdyke]

el hecho de que el NOA (el territorio argentino con más conexión+población indígena) esté sufriendo cortes de agua y luz masivos TODOS LOS DÍAS justo justo cuando asume un gobierno racista que le quiere vender la patria a empresas estadounidenses le debería hacer más ruido a la gente. yo no estoy jodiendo eh. desde que asumió el gatito mimoso cortaron la luz y el agua todos los días, cada vez se extiende más la duración de los cortes. acuérdense de mi cuando elon musk nos venga a robar el litio en el norte.

[mottinthepot]

Coloured my pfp for my gt blog @gtinthepot

[richardmurrayhumblr]

Model: Zyan Campbell Photographer: Belinda Vickerson https://www.flickr.com/photos/belindavick/51829165572/in/dateposted/ #rmaalbc #model #zyan

[amedays]

sigh sigh sigh its them

[berechan]

[bumblebebrat]

Die For You - Zyane

While listening to this song, I couldn't help but think of Zayne. I hope you guys enjoy it! If you would like, leave me a comment, and I will make another part!

I had just gotten back from a mission. One that almost got me killed. Instead of going to a hospital or home, I went to Zyane. I needed him, and I needed to see him. Even though I know he will be angry that I have possibly fatal injuries.

Limping to the front door of his apartment, I weakly knocked. After a few seconds, Zayne opens the door. "What are you doing-" He stops mid sentence once he sees the condition I am in. His face was stone cold as always, but his eyes flared with cold rage. My stomach flip-flopped with emotion.

Zyane grabbed my hand and pulled me inside without another word. Never letting go of my hand, he grabbed the first aid kit from under his bathroom sink and a few other things. Tired and aching, I slowly slide down onto the floor. Zayne looks at me and examines my injuries. A deep slash on the upper part of my left arm and a small but deep stab wound in my gut.

His stone face did nothing to reveal what he was feeling, but his eyes and voice revealed everything. "This wasn't the job of some wanderers, was it." His voice came out with a snarl. Less like a question and more like a statement. Nevertheless, I gave him a weak nod.

"Onychinus...I went to find them. Turns out they don't like outsiders." My breaths are labored, and my voice came out rough. Zayne digs through the first aid kit while I speak and pulls out an antiseptic. "You should have taken me with you. You wouldn't have ended up this injured." He points at my top, signaling me to take it off. I let out a pain filled groan and threw in on the floor.

Maybe I imagined it, but I heard him take a sharp inhale of breath. "And risk you getting hurt or losing control, no chance." I answer back sternly. As if punishing me for talking back, he roughly dabs the antiseptic on the gash of my arm. I wince but don't say a word. "I would die for you." He almost whispers painfully.

I freeze up and say, "That is exactly why I didn't take you with." He begins to wrap up my arm. Since he started working on my wounds, he hasn't looked back up at me. I can't tell if he is mad, but whatever it is he is feeling. It's starting to leak through his facade. His hands are slightly shaking as he cleans my stab wound and wraps it.

Finally, once done, he puts everything away. He sits on his knees between my legs, head hanging low. I grab his scared hand and lift it to my face, nuzzling into him. His cold feeling was nice against my flushed hot body. He looked up at me, and it felt like I was punched in my gut. His hazel, almost golden eyes were watery like he would cry at any moment. His eyebrows slightly pinched together and his lips in a thin line. "Zayne-"

He shakes his head, "I can't lose you, not again." Again? What does he mean again? "I'm alive and with you right here." I kiss the palm of his hand and feel him shiver. He drops his head onto my on my shoulder and slowly inhales, calming himself. "You should have gone to the hospital."

"I...Needed to see you, besides why would I go to a hospital when I have you?" He cuffs and slightly shakes his head on my shoulder in disbelief. He eventually pulls away, and his face has settled back into its relaxed indifference except for the slightly curled up ends of his lips.

The next thing I know, he has hoisted me up into his arms and is carrying me to his bedroom. Placing me down softly and then joining me in the bed. He pulls me into his chest carefully by my waist. "You have to take me next time...please." He never asks, usually demands, and this makes my heart skip a beat, and I give in. "Okay... I promise." His body finally relaxes against my own. He softly kisses me on the lips before telling me to get some rest.