hello everyone have you already read my favourite fic Blossoms Waiting to Rise

its been said before but that wish u were my master/ill be ur servant exchange is so insane. i wish i could listen and obey your worries abt bahamut but the empire comes first. i wish i didnt have exorbitant power over you and that i could prioritize your needs. if i wasnt forced to make the decisions that hurt you and i, maybe I would let myself fail practicality once. nothing can change outside of this moment.

versus and this is how i remain close to you and how i can still help you. i gave up my own military prospects to be here. this is the only thing i can say to make u feel like this societal arrangement is okay. you will not change me or get rid of me under some notion of fairness. i wont challenge your orders, even if theyre misguided, but ill ensure they succeed. what the fuck

When you accidentally remove the load-bearing pierogi and the entire contents of the freezer come spilling out

those are my emotional support paillettes

the past few days has just been me randomly going LOOK ALIVE sunshine 109 in the sky but the pigs won't quit you're here with me Dr. Death Defying I'll be your surgeon your proctor your helicopter pumping out the slaughtermatic sou

we should make a Best Slavic Swear Word poll

90% of the entries would just be variations of jebat and kurv/wa

every so often i have to show my love for the Charter's perfect idiot

also I think we need to band together and make Terence our very own arrow collar man but instead badly stitched collar man

nearly a year deep into the fixation. what kind of AUs are we using to delight and challenge ourselves today, brain? how are we digging deep into the boundless possibilities of characterization and melodrama?

brain: what if. terence was the weatherman 🌞 🌩️

FFXVI | I drew some Teredio for the hug meme

(Link here for template: https://twitter.com/_goblin_mom/status/1781024754557759919)

Barnabas makes an appearance

my half of an art trade with @pyrolatries 😊 this one is a study from 'the meeting on the turret stairs' by frederic william burton

see theirs here!!: [x]

not saying dion lightens his hair with chamomile honey & sunlight but have you seen his roots

biting someone's muzzle is a love language