#??? idk if this counts

[bunnieswithknives]

Him 💖

[lecosmica]

I miss my wife

[lurkinginnernarrator]

I have had a thought: qjl and lqg parallels and what that means for ogsqq's relationship and perception of lqg

[asherashedwings]

Chat.

Tomorrow

Here's some miscellaneous doodles from The Pile, since I need yall to see this shit and they don't really spoil anything sooo...

[kettleghost]

this is SO CRINGE……..

[leafwateraddict]

I put jester!reader in this silly thing and now all I can think about is them giving sans a spiderman kiss while in it :3

[quitepossiblybamboozled]

something something parallels (all images have description in the alt text)

and these

unrelated to the parallels I think the rose-petal soup for dinner on their final night at the Training Center now has a new connotation knowing that Lucy Gray told Coriolanus that rose petals "taste like bedtime" and that she sustained herself when she could on the petals from the rose he gave her at the train station that first day

[idiotspacecowboy]

why

[star-on-a-beach]

Ok but just hear me out

Starro's human avatar (not antonio) having scars like this

Or smth

[transparent-dust]

I have no explanation, just imagine what would happen, if Winter King prefer ceramic mugs then glass glasses

And yes, his mug is totally empty

[jamifed]

Should I be doing work? Irrelevant

I present: Jonathan Sim

He is also covered in tattoos, but you can't see them, also they won't let me give him grey streaks :((, If I could make his clothes dirtier and unkempt I would, but alas-

Alternative Music in under likes cuz' I'm not sure how to put The Mechanisms into a genre and they were his college band, I will not be taking criticism. I was really tempted to put 'dislikes children' just cuz' I feel like he has the vibe

The battle between 'neat' and 'perfectionist' was long, but neat won out cuz I think it fits more. Everything else is just NERD

[i-was-a-rat-once]

okay this is gonna be the last little paper guy i make today i promise

[hashtag-swag]

[rustylumoria]

Got bored, so I tried to recreate @phisnom in gacha life 2. (Mind you my options in this game was a bit limited so I had to make do with what I had lol)

[latenightsleeper]

Closed doors

“ I don’t know Tank.. I just thought we were hanging out, just as friends “

The second those words left David’s lips, he knew they weren’t the ones he should have said. The way Tanks face changed, the look in their eyes..changed. Pitching in a way that made the pit in his core deepen and grow.

“ we’re not friends, Shaw, we are pack mates.. get your own friends “

And they closed the door, face turned away as they did. There was no slam, no rattling of a doorframe. Just a soft and uncomfortably quiet click as they locked and shut the door.

David wishes they did, wished they slammed the door on his face. Show a reaction, something he could react against. Something to build off of. But there wasn’t, just…silence. Unbearable quiet.

He knew he looked like an idiot, standing in front of a closed door. Looking at chipping paint that didn’t match Tank. Did anything he knew match Tank thought?

Pack mate

They said that word, one that normally holds so much weight and warmth like it meant nothing like that to them. Tank spoke it coldly, nothing in their voice to give him anything. It felt like a business exchange at best, is that what it felt like to them?

Did the Pack and him feel like business? Just something to deal with? Some inconvenience? Did they all treat Tank like this? Like being their pack mates were some…formality?

He slowly stepped away, feet heavy as lead as he did. David recalled the time he first met Tank when they were teens, they were quite even then.

You could tell just from a look there was something weighing them down, that they were nervous and new but their eyes.

Dark dark eyes that sometimes flashed a unique red, looked at David and the others with a tried but hopeful look in them. A light that was dim but not gone.

A light that…

He stopped and looked back up at Tanks door, hand on the door of his car. Brows furrowed as his core aches more and more as he thought.

David never realized that the light in them went out…when did it go out?

How much had been left unnoticed, how much left unseen? He didn’t know and he knew he wouldn’t like that answer because who wants to be wrong…who wants..

Who wants to know they failed someone they were supposed to protect?

David was supposed to be there, to protect Tank. Not just as their alpha or as their..pack mate but as someone who saw them as one of his own. His family, not family like the pack but his.

His family—David Shaw’s family

As he drove away he couldn’t help but whisper apologies. Hands clenching the wheel as the scenery blurred into nothing but colors.

Too little, too late..too little too late

“ I’m sorry..I’m sorry… “

And Tank, oh Tank.

Lonely little wolf, who got tired of watching, who got tired of waiting, who got tired of starving.

They were so tired, tired of waiting forever. Waiting like they didn’t feel like they were drowning in their own loneliness as they watched. Like they could wait forever

They could, they really could, they always would

The second they heard David slowly drive off, they let themselves let a few tears fall but a few didn’t fall. They all did, fuck, they cried and whimpered but never let a sound louder than that leave them. They slid down onto the floor and cried and cried and cried.

What Tank a year ago would have given for what David said, what Tank a year ago would have waited for this moment.

But they weren’t Tank from a year ago, they weren’t them anymore and they had to stop doing this. Tank had to move on, Tank had to close the door. So they could move on. They’d close one door so they could get through the next one.

So they did, even if it killed them too.