being knightcore doesn't mean you have to be pro-monarchy. you can just swear your undying fealty to your best friend or your crush or something
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i can’t resist, i’m back again!✨
would i possibly be able to request a self care kit? i currently cannot burn candles due to my apartment’s rules so perhaps skip those, but stim toys, scented items, plushies, soaps, things for my living space, snacks… essentially, anything besides candles be wonderful! i have an aversion to flocking, so do avoid that texture, however i trust your discretion fully, as everything i’ve requested from you both so far has been perfect!✨ - @citizenoftmrrwlnd
Salutations Astro!! I do apologise for getting to this fairly late but I had a bunch of fun doing this!! Maybe a little too much fun, due of the fact I ended up making a care package and house/apartment decor kit as well for you!! Let me know if you want any swaps!
All Items Under $30 USD ✧ Not Whole List !!
Pin ☾ Mr. Morrow Shirt ☾ Gear Fidget Keychain
Galaxy Fidget ☽ Macarons ☽ Inscense Sticks
Space Cookies ☾ Tomorrowland Keychain
All Items Under $42 USD ✧ Not Whole List!!
Star Pillow ☽ PeopleMover Sign ☽ Star Blanket
Shiny Star Curtain ☾ Galaxy Crystal Ball
Inscense Holder ☽ Tomorrowland Sign
Tomorrowland Picture
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"Be careful who You trust, Sergeant. People You know can hurt You the most."
Some situations inspire you to create renders, like in this case.
Turns out not every Ghost is trustworthy. Sometimes someone will stab you in the back and I guess that was my lesson.
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adrien is acespec, autistic, genderqueer, and arguably not human (sentibeing). he does not realize any of these facts, however, because that would require knowing himself. which he does not
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just waking up delirious from a nap but cant get rid of the idea of price being interrogated by your friends.
night after your housewarming party, he steps out of your room bare chested and sweatpants low on his hips and finds your friends waiting for him.
they’ve never seen or heard of this man before. you only introduced him last night as john. the only indication of anything between the two of you was a constant point of contact between you two all night.
the questions start right away. name, age, occupation, how you met, what his intentions are. it’s all very entertaining to him, being on the other side of an incredibly juvenile interrogation attempt.
he takes it in stride though, not faltering for a moment as he starts to make himself a cup of coffee. price. ignores the age question, honestly kids these days lack decency and decorum. government worker. met at a bar. just trying to be a good man.
they don’t miss the way he doesn’t fumble through your kitchen. instead, moving through it with precision, knowing where every single item is.
and then finally, “what are you to them?�� asked by the one in the back with curls, broad shoulders, and anger in his eyes that warms price all throughout. he doesn’t know he’s already lost.
he takes a sip of his coffee, mulling over the question and the last few months. shared drinks in the dark corner of an already shady pub. carrying your groceries in after you nearly tripped over yourself walking out of the store. books traded back and forth on park benches adorning a pond. stories repeated over a hot plate of dinner, the warmth softening john just a little more. your nails digging into his shoulders, legs wrapped around him, his mouth peppering kisses against your neck and mouthing words he can’t say out loud just yet.
he smiles against the rim of the cup, taking another swig.
“i’m, their caretaker.”
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