#🌧speaks

[goose-of-the-fatui]

🌧{Cecil emerging to terrorize the masses/j}

So I was watching a video on ptarmigans and it was mentioned that they dig burrows in the snow for shelter and protection. Which, cool! Burrowing bird! Then they showed this picture and

It's perfect

[goose-of-the-fatui]

🌧️{can’t sleep and I’m bored}

[pluviophile-imagines]

oh, oh !! for your prompts, can i send 15 and 17 with bakugou 🥺🍂🧡

15: A borrowed sweater, soft and well-worn and still smelling of its owner 17: Bringing chilly hands up to warm with hot breath !!!!! willow hi!!!! tysm for sending smthn in i hope u enjoy 🥺

Katsuki finds you huddled out on the balcony of his luxury apartment when he comes back from his run. It faces east, and you like watching the sun as it rises over the shining metal and glass of the city, observing from above as everything slowly wakes.

You’ve made yourself tea, hugging the mug to your chest as it steams and provides warmth in the face of a crisp autumn morning. Katsuki seems to have thought you needed more.

The door behind you opens, and then there’s a soft fabric falling over your lap. He’s brought out the throw from the couch just inside, a nice knit that you think his parents might have gifted him.

You let a free hand leave your mug to scratch at the back of his head as he fusses, bending over to tuck the fabric beneath your thighs and tug it up over your stomach, grumbling inaudibly but never saying a word. It has you leaning down to press your lips to the crown of his head, which makes him pause.

He turns his head toward you, clearly intending to speak, but instead his eyes fall on the thick pullover you’d procured and thrown on before coming out. His brow furrows, a little scowl marring his face—it’s hardly intimidating when his eyes are so soft.

“That’s mine, brat.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Pulling the blanket closer around you, you shuffle further down into your seat, satisfied now with your cozy accoutrement.

“The sweater. It’s mine.”

“Is it?” It is, you both know it. But he likes the sight of you in it, and you like the way it smells like him, so you both also know it won’t be coming off.

He rises to his full height, now looming over you, and you stare up at him as you—poorly—bite back your grin. Instead of continuing to berate you, he heaves a sigh that has you laughing quietly. Before he can speak, you do.

“My tea’s not as warm anymore.” It’s a playful almost-whine, accompanied by a pout as you lift your arms up towards him. “My hands are getting cold.”

“Needy.”

Despite the word there’s no bite to his tone—it’s heartachingly affectionate, and he reaches out to cup your offering in his own larger palms, dipping low to cover his mouth with them and exhale over your skin. Warmth blooms; not merely in your chilly fingers but also in your chest, sweet and soft, a little in awe of how those scarred weapons handle you so gently.

When he pulls them away he doesn’t quite let go. He turns as if to go back inside, but he hovers, red gaze lingering from the side of his eye, waiting. If you didn’t know him so well you might be confused, but you do know him, and you know what he wants.

Your fingers tighten around his, dragging him back closer to you. He allows it with an amused little smile; you pout up at him further. “No, I meant I want you to stay. Keep me warm.”

As if you haven’t made the request he’d been silently pleading for, he heaves a long-suffering sigh. “Fine. Just ‘cause you need my help.”

[goose-of-the-fatui]

🌧{Cecil coming after people to attack}

coming for you

[aasouthteranoswife]

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[wonder-maid-noelle]

🌧 {You’re girl is tempted to make a Childe account for no reason}

[goose-of-the-fatui]

🌧️{Me with Cecil’s creation and most of her grandkids}

[apertures-angel-archive]

My sweet Freya,

it is with a rare smile on my face that I write this letter to you. I understand that I am seen as stoic, and rather withdrawn from the usual friendly social interactions that I see in most societies. However, it has come to my attention that I have found something most special in you. You, my dear, envelop me in a certain emotion I am yet to understand. Not only that, but it is now in my consideration that I do not have to understand this feeling to embrace it. This is quite a lovely thing to feel.

I am most often of the utmost diligence when I am at work. Lately, though, I find that my mind is distracted and tantalized with thoughts of you. They are indulgent flights of fancy, yet I do not find them to be as incidentally unfortunate as I once did. They are pleasant, even, allowing my mind to drift and relax once in a while. Perhaps, one day, we can make these fantasies come true together. I will take you on a quiet walk, perhaps in the rain, in total and utter tranquility. Would that be to your liking?

~ with the utmost fondness,

Neuvillette

uuueueuahuhuUHEUUHIEHHghegyudf hiding my face bluyshign wiggling i wouuld love to go on a walk yeayeya

[sparklyoats]

Very happy i bougth the kiddy pool, cause the weather has been shit ever since😂

[wlw-cryptid]

How about we listen to a thunderstorm together, and to avoid getting spooked by the lightning you bury your face in my shoulder or chest? 💖

oh jeezzzzz

[goose-of-the-fatui]

🌧️{Come dress her up}

Dress my Muse up. 👚

Send 👚 + an Item of clothing that my muse has no choice but to wear to see their reaction

[goose-of-the-fatui]

🌧️{in two days its the goose’s birthday}

[shouyuus]

omg new theme-ish???? I LOVE THE ART!!!

eekk! thank u ave!!!! <3 i wanted to go back to my impressionist painter stan roots LOL like if i were alive during the era of the Société anonyme i would be losing my mind over the impressionist exhibitions as hard as i currently lose my shit for slightly rude 2d men sldkfjsdoi

im also toying w/ the idea of an impressionism-themed event (after i finish my bday one lmfao) to celebrate a lil milestone i reached recently!! but given how slowly i'm doing my bday drabbles who knows when i'll get to this hypothetical event L O L we shall seeee

[goose-of-the-fatui]

🌧️{Kabuki when Cecil was kidnapped/j}

[mo3s]

one of the best internet techniques you can learn is that if a post fucking sucks you can just stop reading it and disregard completely, sometimes you must do this for the sake of your mental health