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For strowill have you considered. Combining prompts??

♜♝ - Shoulder rubs while reading a book.

Possibly Will not realizing he's stressed while reading, too focused, but Strohl notices? Either prompt, both prompts... Be free with the Strowill...

i tried to incorporate both just as you asked. i'll crosspost this to ao3 soon, too!

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for this prompt meme. pairing: strohl x will additional warnings: post-canon spoilers words: 545

“He’s still in there?”

“By some miracle, yes,” Hulkenberg replied followed by the most authentically overdramatic sigh known to man. The roussainte wasn’t one who could truly display exhaustion, her natural rigidness seemingly only allowing a small handful of possible emotions, yet with how she could barely blink away bead-like remnants of a yawn, she also couldn’t hide it.

Despite newfound responsibilities and ever-growing favor from Euchronia’s general populace, King Will I wasn’t exactly kingly. Always managing to snake his way out from the castle, to which his movements were apparently so stealthy even Heismay’s excellent hearing allegedly couldn’t detect them (he was likely turning a blind eye on purpose, much to the dismay of Hulkenberg), waiting until the closing hours of the day to fill out documents… As long as it wasn’t urgent, he’d find every possible way to avoid work. Whether or not it was due to a certain someone’s permanent absence, lack of experience, laziness, or some combination of the three was debatable.

At the very least, Strohl wasn’t returning home to all sorts of commotion, let alone having to hunt His Majesty down.

(No matter how often he repeated that title in his mind or out loud, it didn’t stick.)

Even if the whole castle had gone mad, he’d still have to file his report. Excusing himself, he pushed past heavy doors.

Will… really was there. Shirking responsibilities, but present.

Partially hunched over in his seat, surrounded by neat paper stacks, nibbling on the end of a hand-me-down pen, focused intently on a page in his work-in-progress novel. It wasn’t the perfect substitute for the book he loved so dearly, but it was a start.

Approaching his captain’s desk, the clemar placed a folded, slightly crumpled addition to the untouched workload, peering behind Will’s shoulder moments later.

“…Remember to check your posture.”

The elda grunted, waiting a moment before obeying. His back hit a wooden support with such force he should’ve knocked it over. “It doesn’t look right,” he mumbled.

“The structure, you mean?”

From the few flip-throughs Strohl was granted, this new endeavor of Will’s was near identical to that of Utopia’s pattern, each chapter opening on a statement of idealistic laws illustrated by Junah, though noticeably avoiding any imagery akin to the massive structures and strictly human figures. What followed was a rudimentary recounting of bygone travels, altered to focus on relevant conclusions drawn from those very experiences.

“Kind of.”

Suddenly, he was given the same, pleading glance he had grown accustomed to.

Strohl placed hands on Will’s shoulders, somewhat unsurprised by how stiff they were. “You… really haven’t gotten up once today? Have you been that stuck?”

“…Maybe.”

This wouldn’t be the first time. Thought they were over this. Using his thumbs, he began imprinting circles. “I’m aware of how much of a stickler Hulkenberg can be, but even she can stand to allow you a break, no?”

Will further leaned back. “It’s not that. Rather, I feel like I don’t have the material to work with.”

Silence. Strohl debated stopping the amateur massage, though he could already visualize more of those silent begs.

“…Are you asking for some form of vacation?”

“Just the two of us.”

He sighed, chuckling to himself. “I’ll see what I can do.”

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arrow collar/king abaddon

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ANOTHER PERSON INDOCTRINATED INTO THE CULT OF QUANTUM DEVIL SAGA FUCK YEAHHJJHHHHH

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unbelievable slop i created while playing through the first game SORRRRYY

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My fucking pen is dying

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Starting a collection

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Good morning everyone I had a dream that Louis and I got married but he hated it so much he tried to run away

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God gave me media literacy and then punished me by liking Louis

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damn that’s wild. Maybe the solution is gay sex

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Liking Louis should be considered some sort of terminal illness the way it’s leaving me bedridden and bereft of all love and joy in this world

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I would like to say I LOVE your interpretation of strowills moms

There's not enough art of wills mom and none at all of strohls mom

The picture of them gripping onto their moms skirts....

Them looking like their mom's mini me's.....

Oughhhh

You made them gorgeous!

Have a lovely rest of the day/week!! :]

THANK U SO MUCH 🥹🤍🤍 I had a lot of fun with their designs, especially Strohl's mom! Here's a couple doodles of them with their babies (ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)♡

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I’m so hungry I could eat a Clemari military officer with beautiful blond hair and evil in his soul

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a beautiful flesh mass is being born

Hallelujah

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It’s 5 am and I’m hungry as shit but at least I look like Zorba now

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i am about to create an au SO self indulgent. the target audience is 1 person and that person is me