#Deer🦌 🦌

[dianakarolinaingo]

Legends and myths about the magical world...🌙✨️

There is an ancient legend, a myth about a magical people who have lived side by side with people since time immemorial.

This is a very ancient and mysterious myth about the world beyond, beyond the line, about the Other, the Magic World, which remains invisible in the world of people...

"Ghost Dog.

Legend of the Black Valley"

Karolina Ingo🗻🌿✨️

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Легенды и мифы о волшебном мире...🌙✨️

Бытует одна древняя легенда, миф о волшебном народе, который сос��дствует рядом с людьми испокон веков.

Это очень древний и таинственный миф о мире за гранью, за чертой, о Другом, Волшебном мире, который остаётся невидимым в мире людей...

"Пёс-призрак.

Легенда Чёрной Долины"

Каролина Инго🗻🌿✨️

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[angelicdewdrop]

[azzurvertz]

spot the difference level: impossible

[stuffeddeer]

15!dazai is overtaking my brain bc just imagine him taking u to an arcade and trying to win u a plushie at the claw machine bc he noticed u staring at it but failing miserably and he refuses to give up until he gets that plushie

“It’s okay, Dazai, let’s just move on,” you laughed slightly, amused by his determined expression as he failed once again.

“This stupid claw machine is rigged!” He groaned, resting his head on your shoulder with a pout.

Nodding in agreement, you try and tug him away. “Exactly. So let’s move on, ‘kay?”

A small child ran by, the same brown plush design that was flaunted inside the claw machine was grasped in her hands. Dazai lifted his head up to look at you, to which you only sighed. “Her parent probably got it for her, don’t— “

Four more quarters were slotted into the machine that only needs two to play, the lights flickering as its speakers started playing the same grating song.

Seven dollars. He’d already blown seven dollars in quarters on this stupid machine with nothing to show for it, and you were growing bored. “If you’re gonna try and win this plushie for me, I’m gonna try and find one for you.”

He nods dismissively, too focused on trying to line up the dangling claw. The sight makes you smile: it was always nice to see him act his age, too used to the serious Dazai that ruled by Mori’s side. Sliding 4 quarters from his pocket, you vanished to the other side of the row of machines. Hm… what would he like…

“WHA— Hey!” Dazai called your name in shock, and you quickly rushed back to his side. “Look! Look look look!” He was jumping up and down as he finally made it, staring up at the big CONGRATULATIONS! flashing on the display on top of the machine.

You stood in shock. Less than two seconds is how long you must’ve been away from him! How did he..?

Holding the stuffed deer plush he pushed into your hands, you gave him a celebratory kiss on the cheek. “You did it!”

Dazai puffed his chest out confidently, hands on his hips. “Yep! Guess you were just bad luck.”

You deadpanned before hitting him over the head with the plush. “I take my kiss back!” You huff, which only causes Dazai to laugh.

“It’s too late! I got a kiss!” He starts chanting, running away as you chase him through the aisles of the arcade.

you two got kicked out of the arcade after running into a bunch of things. mori had to pay to replace a machine and he was pissed 😋

[kiselwp]

[enchantedlov3r]

Yes to daddy kink as Joel fucking dear reader clueless until he's successful into giving Ellie a sibling and he doesn't care how long it'll take. After all, we want to be his good girl, we want to give him our babies

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! that's exactly how I screamed when I saw this request. Beware, you may need a towel during your experience...mwah!

Can be found in my masterlist as: Bred and fed

joel was the man you simped for so badly. you weren't that old. mid 30's while joel was in his 50's.

ellie was young and she was like a daughter to you. she drifted towards you when joel and her made it to jackson.

you hung out at their house more often and you spent a lot of time with joel as well living the domestic life.

you started to crush on him. his texan accent, the way he carried himself and asserted dominance, the way he looked at you, his smile, his laugh, god- everything about him just made you gush.

especially those hot ass arms he had. he could choke you and throw you into a wall and you'd thank him and call him daddy.

you were always shy and innocent. you didn't learn what sex really was until you were about 20.

this disease infected apocalypse didn't turn you into a full bloodsheding killer but it did make you more reserved and cautious of your surroundings and the people around you.

what you failed to see was how intoxicated joel was by you. every single thought running through his brain was always you and ellie.

then he put pieces together. seeing you live this domestic life with him and ellie made him think.

what if he made you his and then fucked you until you were impregnated by him.

then he could finally give ellie a sibling to tell her stupid but silly jokes to. the more joel thought about it, the more he yearned and craved for you.

so, today he was finally going to have what was rightfully his. he walked into the kitchen after being in the bathroom to freshen up to see you already up and washing dishes.

you had slept over the night before and joel let you take his room while he slept in the guest room.

you liked the smell of his sheets, they smelled just like him. you were currently wearing one of his flanneled shirts buttoned up and some panties.

nothing more, nothing less. joel had given you some of his shorts but you chose panties instead.

his eyes widened when he quietly made his way to the kitchen to see your glorious figure standing there.

you looked like a goddess. how the sun shined on your face illuminating your skin tone. how you looked so happy and peaceful washing the few dishes in the skin from the night before.

"howdy." joel spoke out causing you to gasp and turn around. "jeez joel, you scared the crap outta me!" you exclaim.

"sorry ma'am, wasn't my intention." he responds, winking at you as you shyly smile at him.

"well how was your rest? good I hope?" you ask, a little guilty for taking his room.

"slept real good, what about you? I know my bed is real comfy." joel responds taking a few steps closer to you as he leans on the counter watching you was the remaining dishes.

"it was really comfy, thank you again joel! I am sorry to impose but I just like spending time with ellie, you know?" you express smiling at him as you put the last dish in the dishwasher.

"yea, and no need to apologize darling. you're always welcome and as a matter of fact, where is that kid?" joel addresses.

"oh, she left to go hang with dina and jesse but, I think she might be out longer cause she's going on patrol with jesse later." you answer his question while drying your hands and wiping down the counters.

"ah, ok. well, what are you doin' later hun?" he asks smiling down at you. your cheeks feel warmer and its not the heat.

you shy away and smile down at your feet. "I was planning on staying in your house a little longer if that's ok? just uhm-wanted to spend some time with you if you weren't too busy." you speak out with a small smile.

"mhmm. well I have an idea of some fun we can have." joel leans down closer to your ear. you gasp at the sudden closeness and the feeling of his breath fanning against your neck.

"what do you say to the idea of jogging your pretty ass up them stairs and laying on my bed for me ass up hmm? how's that sound babygirl?" joel whispered seductively in your ear. his texan accent going straight to your throbbing pussy.

you can't deny the idea nor the throbbing between your legs. joel really had a way with words and making you feel loads of butterflies dance in your tummy.

your eyes just couldn't meet his but, he grabs your chin and tilts your head upwards so your big cute doe eyes meets his. "I need a answer sweet pea." joel asks. you quickly nod at him and let out an 'mhm' and quickly scurry up the stairs.

he chuckles at your reaction before biting his lip and walking up the stairs after you.

when joel arrives in the room he sees your pretty ass up in the air and your glistening cunt. your arms stretched out in front of you while you whine out as the cool breeze hits your bare pussy.

"atta girl. your so good for me." joel says as he walks closer slapping your ass making you yelp out in surprise.

"you know, i've been thinkin baby, ellie's been needin' a sibling, and I wanna give 'er that. so why don't you let me breed you huh? give me a baby love?" joel asks unbuckling his belt and letting his pant's drop.

you whine and nod obediently. "words hun, I need words." he groans out as he runs his hard cock through your folds.

"mhm p-please put a baby in me joel, pretty please. I wanna give ellie a sibling."you cry out as he slowly slips his tip inside your aching wet hole.

"that's my good girl." joel says completely submerging himself inside you.

he groans in your ear when he has successfully inserted himself inside you. he wraps his strong bicep around your neck, you moan out at the feeling of his arm tightening around your throat.

your doe eyes going wide and your tongue hanging out as you moan joels name out loud.

joel lets you adjust and begins to thrust into you, grunting while he feels your tight walls squeeze his cock.

"fuck sweetheart, you squeezing me real good." joel groans as his thrusts pick up pace.

the whole bed is shaking and your screaming at this point, screaming in pleasure as the adrenaline courses through your veins and joels.

joel grunts and moans deeply in your ear as you egg him on with pleas of him giving you a baby. "come on joel, just give it to me. please."

"imma give it to you baby girl don't you worry your pretty little head. bambi." he groans into your ear.

you rub your arm towards your soaking pussy and rub your clit fast as you feel your high approaching, you just needed joel to take you to the edge.

"come on joel, make me cum, put a fucking baby in me pretty please!!!" you scream out as his cock hits your cervix.

"fuckfuckfuck! I'm gonna cum in this pretty pussy bambi. oh f-fuck!" joel groans out.

a couple more thrusts later and his seed is being spilled inside of you. nice and warm cum seeping into your stomach.

you moan as you cum with joel creaming around his cock as your high courses through you.

joel keeps his cock inside you just to make sure nothing seeps out, he wants to make sure that your chances of getting pregnant is high and accurate.

both of you heavily breathing, holding each other under the sheets with joels thick cock still inside you.

"gonna make sure nothing comes out. I want you full and pregnant with my kid." he whispers in your ear as he rubs your stomach.

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[deer-diary-from-hell]

Beth is screaming butch lesbian. I think she'd totally be with either Brightney or maybe Tisha. I'd imagine Brightney be like "me and the bad bitch I pulled by being autistic" while Tisha helps clean Beth when she gets dirty fixing up the machines and Beth just slowly develops feelings for her.

This isn’t canon but I thought this was just too cute to not draw

(Ft. lucent)

Next question!

[selineram3421]

Courting Pursuit 🦌

Chapter List

Inspired by a fic on Tumblr

Prologue

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4: Not yet made/in the process.

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💌Updated everytime there is a new chapter.💌

Art:

"Te ayudaré."

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ML II Alastor🎙

[lpsotd]

todays littlest pet shop of the day is … deer #1620 !!

[whegan]

by Dawne Raulet

[idkfitememate]

Hello! I’m here to enter my thoughts for a deer! Creator! Reader in Sumeru! I know there’s tiger creator! Reader for Sumeru already but I feel like since nahida is so peaceful and kind she deserves an animal (even if only by isekai) buddy that matches her vibes because deer are usually symbolic with peace and stuff.

So deer! Reader starts out as a wittle ol’ fawn with gangly legs that they can’t seem to get the hang of at all. Teyvat helps their creator out with giving them food that they can reach out and nibble and it conveniently rains water in a small pool for reader to drink from. So they take the first few days easy trying to figure out how to stand and stuff. Everything is going well, all is peaceful and no one has tried to kill them yet. They could even stand on their stick legs for a full minute yesterday!

But that all changes when some sleazy treasure hoarders from Liyue decide they want to hunt for some easy grub as they smuggle expensive artifacts out of the nation. Sadly for deer! Reader, that means they want them on their dinner plates tonight. An odd choice, but right now you are easy pickings.

Teyvat is obviously not happy about this, so the rishboland tigers and birds near Gandharva Ville are trying to get Tighnari’s and Collei’s attention while small shrooms try and protect you. Though it is a slowly loosing battle.

Tighnari quickly realizes the wildlife is acting strange. His large fox ears help him pinpoint the problem and he rushes off into the forest with his bow. Collei quickly follows behind, although confused. They follow the roaring rishboland tigers to a secluded grove in the forest and find deer! reader an inch away from getting hit in the head with an arrow.

Both the tigers and the forest rangers are not happy.

Tighnari has no time to nock an arrow so he uses his dendro vision to slap the arrow out of the air. Deer! Reader is saved! The treasure hoarders are swiftly knocked out by Tighnari and Collei(with a few…casualties because of the tigers). They were going to be turned in to the authorities. But before they could do that, Tighnari and Collei had to figure out what to do with deer!Creator first.

They thought you were a normal wild deer that the rishboland tigers might have taken as one of their own by some miracle. So they tried to leave you be after they checked that you were unharmed but you were adamant about going with them.

You bleated and wailed pitifully, trying to stand on your thin legs only to topple over. Getting used to standing on four hooves was one thing but trying to walk was another. So you gave them your best baby deer eyes until Collei caved and tried to find an excuse to convince Tighnari to bring you with them.

She winged it and spoke about how your legs weren’t working properly. You weren’t standing and you couldn’t walk when it was obvious you looked a few months old. Maybe they should take you back to the village for better inspection?

Tighnari didn’t buy it but the sad look you were giving him with your droopy ears and (fake) teary eyes made him cave. He would break protocol just this once. He couldn’t leave a possibly sick baby deer all alone could he?

So he scooped your small deer body into his arms and set off for Gandharva Ville.

Little did he know you would refuse to leave his and Collei’s side afterwards.

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Sorry if it seems long! 😖 I just have so many deer! Creator reader brain rot ideas I want to share with you!

If it’s okay with you and no one else has taken it, could you call me 🦌 deer anon ?

Tighnari & Collei Encounter

૮꒰˶ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ˶꒱ა Pairings : GN! Deer Reader x Tighnari & Collei

૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა W.K. : 197

໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১ Tags/CW&TW : Fluff

໒꒰ྀི˶˙Ⱉ˙˶꒱ྀིა Author’s note : Never apologize for a long ask! It shows your idea in the fullest and I love it! ૮꒰˶ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ˶꒱ა˖⁺‧₊˚

I’ll just pick up where you left off!

Now he had a deer in his office. Tighnari simply stared at your small body as you tried to stand. He honestly didn’t know why he allowed himself to take you.

(It was those stupid perpetually teary eyes of yours)

He stood and stared at you.

And you stared back.

And it continued like this for a least five minutes.

“… Mr. Tighnari?” Collei called out.

He only hummed in response.

“There are a bunch of Rishboland Tigers outside.” She said. And he sighed.

“I’m just going to assume it’s the ambush that was watching them. Just… inform everyone not to attack. They seemed relatively harmless and I’d like to keep it that way as long as possible.” He didn’t turn away from you and you didn’t turn from him.

“…Okaaayyyy then.” Collei said. She stared from the door before gently closing it.

The fox and the deer continued their staring contest.

Until you sneezed.

And threw your tiny head back, shaking your head with a surprised expression. You rubbed your nose a bit with your front hoof, your ears swinging a bit from the motion.

Tighnari suddenly understood why Collei was so keen to keep you.

໒꒰ྀི˶˙Ⱉ˙˶꒱ྀིა Author’s note : Hehe little guy. While I think I’ll be keeping the Tiger!Creator cannon, I would adore to see more of Deer!Creator from you! Can’t wait to hear more!~ ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა

Also fun fact! A group of tigers is called an ambush! But a mother tiger and her cubs is called a streak! ૮꒰˶ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ˶꒱ა˖⁺‧₊˚

[deer-a-day]

175

deer that will fall asleep at a regular time

[deeranon]

Knife and Magic

Warnings: bit of angst, slightly rushed writing that probably isn’t too good, mentions of past harm, implied injuries, possibly bad grammar(English IS my first language)

Rollo X reader | synopsis: Rollo hides out at Night Raven College under the guise of strengthening the bonds with other magic schools after the country-wide epidemic that almost brought the end of the City of Flowers is looked into by authorities. The only problem is, no dorm will even house Rollo temporarily. Except for Ramshackle, that is.

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Rollo knew his failed plan would backfire eventually. It was simply a matter of time. After all, a sudden surge of magic draining flowers overrunning the City of Flowers overnight and turning hundreds of normal people with magic temporarily powerless as their power was being eaten by the minute was no small disaster. A disaster like that was bound to draw attention from the neighboring kingdoms.

And attention was not something Rollo wanted or needed. So here he sat in a chair at Ramshackle dorm under the guise of “wanting to strengthen friendships with the magical schools that had attended the Masquerade after their help with fixing the disaster” while waiting for the commotion to die down in the City of Flowers.

It has been three weeks since Rollo first arrived at Night Raven College, and he hated every second of it. Everywhere he looked, imbeciles were throwing magic around like it was harmless.

Even now, the flaming eared headache known as Grim was using magic to play a silly game with the dorm ghosts. Magift, Grim called it as he gave Rollo the stink eye before running outside.

Rollo could only watch the stupidity with his handkerchief over his mouth, a habit he had picked up over the years.

A habit you were attempting to break with very little success.

As much as Rollo hated to admit it, you were a good host. Though you once told him that wasn’t a very hard bar to pass because you were his ONLY host. All of the dorms had fought against having to house him(well, almost all of them—but Octavinelle was never to be trusted) when a meeting had been held the day after he arrived, and because you were sick the day of the meeting and couldn’t attend they all pushed Rollo to you.

You didn’t complain too much about it after you had recovered(Rollo had enough ire for the leaders and dorm-vices about the underhanded decision for the both of you). When you were visiting the City of Flowers you had already invited Rollo to stay over if he ever came to visit, even after all the problems he had caused your group. (Malleus had not been in a good mood after he learned of this information, even though he tried his best to hide it, the weather told you all you needed to know.)

It was almost depressing, watching Rollo glare at Grim and the three ghosts through the window like they had egged the church and sprayed the walls with graffiti on Christmas Day. Despite the lesson that had been practically beaten into him by your friends(if you could even call some of them that) Rollo still saw magic as an ink stain on the perfect portrait that was humanity.

And to be honest, you were starting to get fed up with his preaching about how magic is still ugly and dangerous.

“Using magic to play a brutish game…how idiotic….” Rollo muttered under his breath as his purple handkerchief littered with yellow stars was pressed against his lips. You took a long sip of your tea(that Rollo had “secretly” made you). “Do they have any idea what they are messing with?” Your tea suddenly tastes just as bitter as Rollo’s emotions. You sigh, setting the warm mug with the words ‘most sane prefect’ on the front onto a coaster. You didn’t know how much more of Rollo’s depressed monologuing about the sin of using magic you could take.

The dusty old grandfather clock you had managed to fix with the ghosts help croaked miserably to tell you it was early evening, bringing you out of your thoughts about different ways you could work your ‘magic less-prefect magic’(thanks Ace) on the grey haired boy who needed therapy and a new haircut.

It was time to get dinner started. You hauled your exhausted body off of the plush navy blue couch you had claimed for an emergency nap earlier today and took a single step towards the kitchen before an idea struck you like lightning.

It was a borderline insane idea, but maybe it could work.

“Rollo, follow me.” You called, making the boy turn to you with a raised brow. He followed after nonetheless, pocketing his handkerchief the moment he turned away from the window.

The two of you walked in silence, a normal thing between the two of you. Though sometimes you worry Rollo gets stuck in his head still full of toxic ideals when there is too much quiet. Like right now, for instance.

You opened the door to the kitchen and held it open so that Rollo could pass through. Mentally, you were calculating what you should make for dinner and if your plan would work at the same time.

You gave your head a small shake. There was no backing out now. All or nothing, as they say.

You trailed a hand gingerly over the countertop as you walked around the island to the block of stainless steel knives Jamil had gifted you as an apology for his actions during winter break after seeing the previous state of your kitchen before the dormitory makeover.

You pulled one of the knives out of its slot and prayed Jamil would forgive you if he ever found out about what you were going to do.

“What is this?” You said, holding the large kitchen knife up for Rollo to see.

“A knife?” Rollo said wearily, because he just now realized he was alone in a kitchen with a person he had nearly killed along with their close friends.

“A knife. That’s right.” You nodded and whirled around, snatching a block of cheese and a packet of chicken from the fridge then a loaf of bread from the pantry, and an apple from an unsuspecting fruit bowl.

You dropped four pieces of bread onto the counter before pushing the loaf away in exchange for the cutting board where you set the cheese block and apple. Rollo stared at you, completely confused as you cut into the cheese while giving him a pointed look. “And what am I doing with the knife right now?”

Rollo gave you a weird look, glancing between you and the block of cheese as you cut out four slices before taking the shiny red apple and starting to peel the skin off with the blade. Rollo couldn’t help but notice how you pointed the blade toward yourself as you worked. “Peeling an apple…?”

“Right.” Was the one-word-reply you gave Rollo as you opened the container of chicken and set a single slice of cheese on every other bread piece before laying down a solid layer of chicken in the same fashion.

At this point, Rollo would be disappointed with himself if he didn’t realize that you were making sandwiches, thankfully Rollo was very aware of your sandwich-making actions and therefore did not feel disappointed with himself.

“Crust or no crust?” You said to him after placing the last two cheese slices on top of the chicken along with the top pieces of bread.

Rollo didn’t know why it mattered. “Crust.” He said, because the sandwich was already made. You nodded at him and then cut the sandwiches in half, pausing once again to look at him with those endlessly knowing eyes of yours.

“Toasted?” You questioned with such intensity Rollo felt like a criminal being interrogated by the police. Instead of giving you a verbal answer, Rollo chose to nod in agreement.

As expected, you slid the two sandwiches into the toaster oven and watched as the cheese slowly melted into the chicken and the bread turn crisp.

To Rollo, there was an awkward silence as you both waited for the food to toast. You made no move to set the knife down on the counter or start a conversation, only staring at the toaster oven with your startlingly deep eyes that Rollo thought held the secrets of the entire world and then some. Rollo didn’t try to start a conversation either, even as the silence rang quietly in his ears. It almost felt like he was standing at the top of the bell tower, looking down at the bustling city with only the wind and occasionally a moving gargoyle to fill the silence.

The toaster oven let out a happy chime as the timer hit zero and you reached out without a hint of hesitation for the sandwiches, nearly giving Rollo a heart attack when your fingers almost grazed the burning hot metal.

You set the sandwiches on plastic plates that had a flowery design to them, the peeled apple was then cut into slices and placed on a smaller paper plate.

You stared at the food, then back up at Rollo, knife still in hand. You held up a hand so that the palm faced Rollo like you were asking to hold something. Rollo shifted in place, gripping the starry handkerchief folded neatly in his left pocket with an almost anxious feeling as something changed in the air.

“Now what am I doing with the knife?” You said, and Rollo paused because you weren’t doing anything with the knife—

“What are you doing?!” Rollo screeched as he choked back a gasp when you raised your other hand and cut your palm until a trickle of blood weaved between your fingers and fell onto the kitchen counter.

Rollo rushed around the counter and snatched the knife from your hand, uncaring about the blood soaking into his handkerchief as he pressed it against the cut in your hand. “Why would you cut yourself, you fool!”

“To teach you a valuable lesson.” You said, wincing only slightly when Rollo pressed even harder against the wound with his handkerchief. Said male gaped at you like you had lost your mind, and you let out a small snicker at the face he was making. “The way I see it, the knife is the same as this world’s magic.”

“What?” Rollo truly thought you had lost your mind. Just what were you talking about?! You were spouting nonsense just like those wasteful magical buffoons! Now you let out a bitter chuckle, staring at the blood soaked cloth with an emotion Rollo could only guess was sadness.

“Let’s say the knife represents magic.” You said as tears from pain welled up in your eyes. Rollo had never seen you cry in the three weeks he had lived with you, and it was a horrible thing to see. His heart ached to see you smile, but he shoved the emotion down until he could focus on stopping the blood.

“I used the knife to make us those sandwiches. Then I used that same knife cut through my skin like butter. But I was the one who wielded the knife every time.” You looked into Rollo’s eyes and he couldn’t help but inwardly scold himself as his breath caught in his throat as he stared right back. Had you always been this attractive? Then, your words registered in his mind and it felt like he had been slapped in the face.

“What I’m trying to say, I guess…is that it’s all about how you use magic.” You gave him a smile so broken and yet so happy when you spoke Rollo felt his heart temporarily stop beating. You pulled your bloody hand away and walked over to the kitchen sink, and Rollo noticed how you just barely favored your left foot over the right but was too stunned to say anything about it.

“Almost anyone can wield magic here. But it’s all about how someone uses it that matters. I should know. I’ve been on the receiving end of it more times than I can count.” You bent down and took a first aid kit from under the sink with your free hand. Rollo saw a glimpse of a jagged scar wrapping around your ankle.

“Then isn’t that all the more reason I should hate it?!” Rollo snapped, angry and confused and a mix of more emotions he couldn’t identify. That he didn’t want to acknowledge because he knew exactly what they were but it just wasn’t right to feel this way right now…was it?

You shook your head as you ran your bloody hand under the faucet water, lettingout a hiss of pain. “You were angry at me when I cut myself, not the knife. It’s the person, not the object that matters.” That temporarily shut Rollo up. “Besides, I’m already on good terms with the people who wronged me. I’m not mad at them anymore.”

“So you were angry.” Rollo pressed as he watched you bandage your hand. You let out a sigh of pure exhaustion. Rollo wanted to apologize for whatever had made you so tired, even though he was likely the reason. But he didn’t. His lips were sealed with invisible glue he couldn’t peel off.

“I was angry. No one likes being hurt. The things they did…they were horrible and sometimes I’m still angry at them even though I don’t want to be. But that’s just a part of being human, Rollo. We make mistakes and do things and say things we shouldn’t when we’re angry and hurt.” You turned back to face him, voice shaky and eyes blurry with tears. “I’m sure you know that better than most. Knife and magic, Rollo.”

You walked past him and handed him one of the sandwiches before walking out of the kitchen. Rollo noticed a long, claw-like scar running along the arm that bled. His heart ached painfully.

“Knife and magic.”

@idkfitememate @libraryraccoon how did I do?

Wrote this in like—less than a week, I think? All for Rollo cuz I hope he comes home quick.

I’m saving for playful land Ace after Glomas no matter what but I’m hoping Rollo comes within 100 pulls because playful land could spring up anywhere anytime in EN.

Pspspspss Rollo come home

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