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Weiss had been given an entire day to do as he pleased, his age &. maturity allowed him to take control at times (often recently have he had taken his pills) so for the day he had decided to bake some bread &. cakes, with a little bit of help. "Bon, do you want to help me decorate these?" He called out, the cakes having just been taken out of the oven. Weiss knew that his younger? friend often liked to do things with him, so he included him whenever he could.

Sneaky fingers hovered over a cakes warm edge, temptation to steal a piece, ruin the hard work for the sake of tasting this new item before him; of course he wasn’t alone, since his rear was sat upon White’s back; who’s head was just able to peek over the edge of the kitchen divide at the other who called out. They were only inches away from getting a naughty snack — but now, Bon’s hues sparkled. Decorate? That was a thing they could do. Stepping off White’s back and giving his body a nuzzle before he moved towards his closest friend, Bon stared in wonder. Awkward with hands gripping fingers before his lap; unknowing on what to do; how did one decorate cake?

Still; his head nodded; he wanted to try and with Weiss; he knew he’d learn something new again too! So, with a little understanding; he moved to the sink, turning the tap on the wash hands thoroughly. Theo’ told him that washing his hands daily would help prevent illnesses and help others from catching diseases that cling to the skin in bacteria. He understood the importance of a healthy body; though his own was neglected from living conditions he had no control over. Still; with a smile with clean hands almost sparkling in his eyes too; he dabbed them dry with hand towels to toss into the bin - not touching the lid or rim as he did so, to show Weiss his palms. 

Now he was ready for business.

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I found an old sketch in my drawing folder and thought it deserved to be finished. I’ve got at least one or two more doodles of Papa Nier sitting around here somewhere…

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drew this back in may 2013 =o

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Nier: Ugh.. I still can't feel my arms... ...Or my legs.

Kainé: I feel fine.

Nier: You must have a cast-iron stomach, Kainé. Oohhh....

Weiss: The hussy's internal organs are as filthy as her mouth!

Kainé: Why do you have to be such a shithead all the time, book?

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Florence and the Machine- Shake It Out

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📚  Library || request

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anon requested Papa Nier + strangling Jack of Hearts

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These words will outlive Rutger. They will outlive Harrison, and Ridley, and each of us. And even long after the last memory of Blade Runner fades away, these words will be again stumbled upon, and rediscovered by those who are not yet born - whatever their language, whatever their shape. For that which is true remains and recurs.

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Gestalt Prayer

I do my thing and you do your thing. I am not in this world to live up to your expectations, And you are not in this world to live up to mine. You are you, and I am I, and if by chance we find each other, it’s beautiful. If not, it can’t be helped.

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Muse is till very hit &. miss with Weiss as of late. I have deadlines &. presentations &. other such bullshit due in soon, doubled with flatmates that deserved to be punched in the throat—- So Weiss will return when my mood does. Until then, I am hovering over on Jack

Edit: Just so you guys know--- I am not leaving Weiss, I can’t. I just cannot write for him currently, so please hit me up over on Jack. Weiss, when will your muse return from war???

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Hot wheels

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Nier sketch

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“those who escape hell however never talk about it and nothing much bothers them after that.”

— Charles Bukowski (via towards-lightness)

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“do i still taste of war? can you still feel the battles on my skin stitched across my back am i still rebuilding bone by fragile bone?”

— what does forgiveness taste like? (r.n.)