#I told you i would do it

[male--wife]

BEHOLD!!! my promised herbert west charms are HERE

[rexbalistidae]

Evil reptile woman vs social interaction with other women

He is so tired. She got zero game

[cyi-can-you-imagine]

Chains

Warnings: THIS IS ANGST!!! ask @all-4-wincest, she'll confirm - I write both wincest AND angst! It's mostly hurt!Sam and either Protective!Dean or Demon!Dean. All fics will be tagged as either angst or wincest, as needed. It might also have both....

OK so WARNINGS!!: Angst, Demon!Dean, hurt!Sam, Mild torture, blood. Implied previous wincest. Oh, and Dean’s a meanie 

“Dean..”  the cry is desperate. Sam’s voice is hoarse and carries with it the weight of the terror he’s been through in the last few days. His body trembles in pain. 

He should have been able to cure him.

Now look at him.

“Look at you,” Dean growls. It’s still his voice, the same voice that once comforted him. The one who once whispered words of love into his ear. The same one that got him through multiple nightmares - but there are cruel intentions behind it now. He repeats himself, running his fingers through Sam’s hair. Sam doesn’t mean to, but he leans into the touch. The soft drag turns into a sharp yank and Sam cries out.

“Look at yourself!”

Sam looks up. He knows what Dean (not Dean) will do now if he doesn’t.

He blinks back the pain behind his eyes, struggles to see. When his vision comes into focus, he sees that Dean’s got him on his knees in front of a very large mirror. It’s reminiscent of something tucked far away in the corner of his brain. He can’t quite reach it. The thought fades and he doesn’t chase it. 

“Shoulda killed me when you had the chance, yeah?” Dean’s voice is mocking.

Sam stares at himself in the mirror. He’s naked, except for a pair of boxer briefs. His eyes are puffy and bloodshot. He’s got blood dripping down his face and his hair is sweat-damp and hanging in his face. He’s exhausted.

Oh yeah and the chains.

He’s got chains wrapped across his chest. 

Fucking heavy chains.

They snake down around his torso and wrap back up and around his neck. Sam sees that Dean has an end of the chain in each hand and he grins, looking his younger brother in the eye through the mirror before his eyes shimmer into blackness.

“Are you looking, my beautiful brother?”

He pulls.

“De - !” Sam’s cry is cut short and he gasps as the chain tightens around his neck.

He desperately fights it, but the edges of reality disappear and he fades into the soft blackness.

[pandulce135]

HI!! You don’t understand how unbelievably happy I am to see someone writing for Glenn close because I am in love with that man. Can I request an x reader where the reader is the assistant coach to the kids soccer team. They’re very sweet and look after the dads as a cleric but can be a little overbearing. They’re always worrying about something and trying to mediate inner group conflicts because theyre afraid of the group breaking apart. Glenn and the reader sort of even each other out in that they keep him from doing anything too stupid & he knows how to get them to loosen up. Sorry if I did this wrong, I don’t send many requests ^^

It Can Take A While (Glenn Close x Reader)

A/N: Boy oh BOY was this fun to write. I’m getting back into the swing of writing so I hope this kind of fulfilled your simple simp desires cuz I sure know it filled mine. I need to find my writing style again but until then, here’s this!!!

Warnings: Spoilers of around episodes 20-30-ish of S1 with some creative liberties taken, loser of the sexiest podcast character poll (rip), alcohol, public make outs, swearing, gets kind of steamy by the end, lmk if there’s anything else. reader is a nerd

Word Count: 2.8k

It was another long day that passed in the foreign land that you quickly discovered was known as the Forgotten Realms. Tensions were high as your group traveled in the white Honda Odyssey with Darryl at the helm and Henry in the passenger seat. The boys, your sons, were still missing, taken by mysterious men in purple robes. Everyone was tired.

The two in the front were going at it, their difference in views was beginning to get the best of them… again. Beside you, in the back seat and behind the passenger was Glenn. In the very back were Ron and Paeden.

“Hey, hey,” Paeden’s nasally voice hovered over your shoulder. He sat directly behind you. You flinched and rubbed your ear against your shoulder as a discomforting tingling wave made its way down your side. You heard Glenn chuckle.

“Oh, dude, don’t do that.” You shifted to get a better view of Paeden. “What’s up?”

The boy behind you sniffed. “What are they fighting about?” He gestured to the pair in the front. They seemed to be getting more angry as their voices began to rise.

“They just have different opinions about things, bud, don’t stress it,” Glenn seemed to wave off their fighting as it was something that happened often. They always butted heads due to their differing opinions; from parenting styles to personal beliefs, they found a way to antagonize each other.

You wished you could be as chilled out as Glenn sometimes. You wouldn’t get so anxious about the group arguing so much. Somehow, you always find yourself being mediator. That’s just what you’ve always been good at, you guess. As assistant soccer coach (a position Darryl was angry at you for ‘stealing from him’), it was your job to promote everyone to be their best self. Arguing wouldn’t get anyone anywhere. It wasn’t constructive, only critical and you were all desperate to get your sons back.

“Oh, so that’s what it’s about? I’m sorry I can’t live with the fact that we killed over one-hundred people with that pyramid, Darryl.”

There it was.

Henry was the first one to let his anger really get to him. While he refuses to get angry with his sons, he has no qualms with getting angry at anyone in the group. Just an observation, you supposed.

“We need to be able to get our sons back, and we can’t do that if we’re facing whatever justice system is in place.” Darryl barked back.

There was a collective soft sigh in the back of the van, even from Ron, as the pair bickered.

“Darryl, if you’re going to fight, please park the car. We can talk this out.” Your voice was calm, as you spoke your suggestion. “We’re all tired and scared, and your emotions are valid, but if your emotions are going to get the better of you like this, then you should park the car,” you reiterated, leaning forward in your seat to be closer to the two men in the front. “Have a discussion, not an argument.”

Glenn, from your right, spoke up. “Well, I think arguments can be just as constructive as discussions.” You turned to him, furrowing your eyebrows together. “I’m just saying.”

“No, no, they’re right. Let’s park the car, and we can have a civilized discussion,” Henry relented with a gesture of his hand.

“Oh, great, we’re stopping.” Ron’s voice came from the back, sparking a moment of silence for him. “I really have to use the bathroom.”

“Okay, okay.” Darryl took a breath. “We’ll stop, Ron does what he needs to do, and we can workshop a way to get our sons back.”

There was a tense silence that followed Darryl’s statement as he started slowing down the car to a bumpy stop. Everyone began to pile out of the minivan and Ron rushed to get to a private area to relieve himself within the forest you stood in.

All around you, trees towered over you and bushes threatened to stab your legs. The ground was uneven and you wondered how the Odyssey’s suspension was holding up. The group of you had been traveling on this uneven terrain for weeks now and it hadn’t undergone substantial damage yet.

“What’s this really going to accomplish? Huh?” Darryl looked at you, his larger stature standing over you with his arms crossed.

You placed your hands on your hips. “For starters, so that no one would get hurt in case you lost your cool while driving.” Darryl was about to object when you held out a finger to stop him. “Also to actually have a face to face conversation with everyone involved. You two aren’t the only ones going through this. It’s not fair to us if you leave us out of the conversation.”

“You’re right, you’re right. I’m sorry we did that,” Henry spoke from beside Darryl.

“You are forgiven,” Ron’s voice came from beside you. You felt your heart drop as you jumped away, your hand flying to your chest.

“Jesus, Ron,” you breathed out, placing a hand on the nearest person’s shoulder to feign support. Your hand landed on a worn down leather and you know you placed it on Glenn. He, Darryl and Henry laughed.

Yet another day of nipping an argument in the bud.

“You don’t like Christmas music?” Glenn exclaimed, causing you to shush him. You two were up talking by a makeshift fire while the rest of the dads were fast asleep. Neither of you could sleep and ended up chatting away.

You let out a laugh. “I loathe Christmas music. My retail gigs in college sucked.” You leaned back with your hands on the soft earth while he leaned in close, the orange flames highlighting his face against the darkness.

“You probably like Linkin Park, too.” He rolled his eyes and sat with his elbows on his knees, his feet flatfooted on the ground.

You faltered, struggling to come up with a response that wouldn’t upset him. It probably showed on your face.

“No!” He whined, his head rolling back before snapping upright to face you again. “Really? Linkin Park?”

“They got me through school! You can’t be mad at me!” You pointed a finger at him from across the fire.

“I forget you’re a nerd. What was your major again?” This time, Glenn leaned forward, the brightness of the fire once again illuminating his face and reflecting off of his eyes. It was almost like he was asking seriously.

You scratched the back of your head, your eyes averting his. “Computer science- cybersecurity.”

“So you’re a huge nerd!” Glenn laughed and you had to shush him again. “So what, you can like, hack stuff with what you learned?”

“Well, I’m paid to do the opposite,” you explained before a grin took hold over your lips. “But I have done a bit of hacking before.” The pair of you laughed as Glenn processed the information.

“No way. Goody-two-shoes you? Hacking?” Glenn leaned forward agin, his eyes squinted in humor. “Dude, you gotta show me sometime.”

You shook your head. “A hacker never reveals their secrets.” You turned away from the musician.

“Ah, playing hard to get, are we?” Glenn’s brown eyes narrowed at you, a sly grin exposing a bit of teeth. A heat ran up from your chest to your neck, where it crawled the rest of the way up to your face with a burn.

You turned away in an attempt to hide yourself. “Shut up, Close.”

“Get your head out of your ass for two seconds, Glenn!” You shouted. The rest of the dads were off trying to resolve an issue Glenn started while he and you stood behind a tavern. You were getting sick of his attitude. If the other dads were here, you knew they would be shocked at your yelling.

“Yeah? Where else would you like my head to be? Huh?” He took a step toward you, and it took all your willpower to not take a step back from him. You had to hold your ground and your eyes remained locked with his. He was definitely insinuating something else, you weren’t stupid, but you weren’t about to let him get the best of you.

“Maybe somewhere where you’ll be more aware of the situation?” You suggested, sarcasm laced through your words. “Dammit, Glenn. With all the touring you’ve done, you can’t fucking realize when to shut your damn mouth? You nearly blew it in there for us.” You pointed at the tavern you stood behind. The rest of the dads were in there.

“I didn’t think it would go south like that!” He tried to defend but you spoke up before he could get anything else out.

“Do you think at all?” You were nearly nose to nose apart from each other. Your anger seeped off of you as you glared at the man before you. Your eyes glaring straight into his and his were locked on yours just as harshly. Until you noticed the slight movement in his eyes. Glenn glanced downward slightly before holding your stare again. A heat began to flood your cheeks.

“You’d be surprised how much is on my mind lately.” His voice came out soft, unlike before, and your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“What?” Your own volume matched his as his eyes glanced down again. You knew what he was looking at. The sudden change in tone caught you off guard. Your heart beat heavy in your chest, and you even heard it in your head.

Glenn reached out for your hand to hold it in his. You felt your blush worsen. He held your gaze, but it wasn’t as harsh as before. Instead, it was warm and welcoming. There was something else that took you by surprise: shyness. “I-”

Behind you, you heard the snap of a tree branch and turned yourself around just in time to see Henry appear from the side of the tavern. You managed to put enough distance between you and Glenn so you wouldn’t appear to be too close or… intimate.

“Hey, guys,” Henry greeted. He looked tired, the bags under his eyes were deep and dark and you didn’t know if it was because of the whole journey or just from having to clean up Glenn’s mess. “I hope I wasn’t interrupting anything.”

You coughed and tried to get your cheeks to cool off. “No, nothing. How did it go?” You asked, taking a few steps forward toward the taller blond man.

“We managed to cool off the situation inside. We’ve got a few rooms for us to sleep in for the night, too.” He sighed as he ran a hand through his hair. “I feel like I need to say this now, to avoid any potential disasters: there is a bar in there. Drink responsibly. We still have stuff to do.”

“Aw, hell yeah,” Glenn cheered from behind you. You couldn’t help but put your hand on your forehead.

“Don’t have too much fun, Glenn.” Henry shot a pointed look at the man in question before walking up and whispering in your ear. “Please keep an eye on him.”

“Hold on,” you pulled away from Henry. “Why do I have to be on baby sitting duty?” Henry simply turned around and began his departure from you to go back into the tavern. “Henry,” you tried. “Henry, not cool dude.”

You watched as he turned the corner, thus disappearing from your view before turning around to Glenn. He wore a shit eating grin. You sighed. “I need a drink.”

“Fuck yeah!”

You didn’t know how you were still functioning. You were three ales deep with a fourth in your hand as you leaned on Glenn. Somehow, throughout this entire adventure, he didn’t smell all that bad. He actually smelled of fresh soil and very woodsy. His free hand sat at your waist while yours was hanging onto the shoulder your head leaned on. He was on his fourth ale as well, but was holding a water for the two of you to share.

The rest of the dads decided to call it for the night and retired to the rooms they reserved earlier. It was rest well deserved, you’d say. You appreciated their ability to cool off the situation to ultimately get comfortable beds to rest in and alcohol to fill your stomach (and head).

“This stuff is strong.” You couldn’t help but nuzzle your cheek into his leather clad shoulder, his still shockingly soothing scent wafting its way to your nose. “I didn’t think it would be so crowded here tonight.”

“It’s a bar, these places always get packed this time of night,” Glenn’s smooth voice spoke into your ear and a chill ran down your spine. The blush that plagued your face before was coming back tenfold. The heat burned and you were nearly sure Glenn could feel it through his leather jacket. “Is it too much for you?” The question caught you off guard.

He was usually so full of himself. Checking up on you? That was almost unheard of on this little adventure you’ve been on. You felt his hand tighten on your waist, almost urging an answer out of you. You felt a lump form in your throat as your breath got caught.

“Oh, uhh,” you struggled with your words. You looked down at the ale in your hand and moved to slam it back until his hand moved from your waist and caught your wrist. You moved to face him. “Glenn!” You whined.

“You were supposed to be the one taking care of me,” he laughed at your growing frown. “If I let you drink this, will you drink some water?” His brown eyes held yours in an amused stare.

You peaked down at the two cups in your respective hands before looking back up at him. “I promise.” Your words came out in a slur, the syllables blending into each other to form a barely cohesive response.

He let go of your wrist and you moved faster than you knew Glenn thought you would. You slammed back the ale and stumbled into his chest. There was a rumble that resonated through his chest as he laughed at you.

His arms instinctively wrapped around you to keep you steady. “Since when were you such a party goer?” His voice rang in your head as it buzzed. Your world was feeling woozy but you felt like you were floating. You missed this feeling.

“Oh,” you chuckled, a grin stretching across your lips. You peered up at him through half lidded eyes and your blush was finally beginning to to get under control. “You would’ve loved me during my college years.”

“Yeah?” His facial expression mirrored yours. The water in his hand had been discarded on the bar next to you in favor of holding you to him. “Pray tell.”

“Why tell when I can show you?” Talk about liquid confidence. You leaned in, nose to nose with Glenn. Your alcoholic breaths colliding as your hands began to slide up his arms and around his neck. The front of your chest was pressed against his. He was locked in place just as you were.

“You’re speaking my language,” his said, speaking with a sultry tone you’ve never heard from him before. And Gods was it hot.

It was like a force brought your lips together and you couldn’t let go. Your fingers raked through his shoulder length black hair, holding him to you. His hands slid up and down your back and you felt a chill run down your spine and goosebumps appear along your arms. The hairs at the back of your neck stood as his hands finally rested at your hips.

He pinched at one side of your hips and you couldn’t stop yourself from letting out a small gasp. With a chuckle, his tongue met yours in a dance, twirling around each other. Out of instinct, you let out a moan which caused him to pull back an inch, a trail of saliva still connecting you. With his sudden disappearance, you had to fight off the urge to whine.

You looked up at him, breathless and flushed. He looked the same. It was a good look on him. Red cheeks, swollen lips, breathing a bit heavier than normal but not completely out of breath. His warmth returned to the side of your face as he leaned into your ear.

“How about we continue this somewhere else?”

[ash-cause-yes]

Happy Ides of March!

[emeraldelysium]

WOOOOOOO 4/5 BABYYY

[pitgritted]

ladies and gentlemen… we did it.

[r-adio]

christie scratching behind al’s ears, send tweet

HE HARDLY EXPECTS THIS KIND OF TREATMENT FROM A TAILOR, BUT THEY MIGHT BE A LITTLE CLOSER THAN HIM BEING A MERE PATRONG THESE DAYS. it seemed that cupid had infected her way of thought, that's how ALASTOR would rationalize her affections. feeling her claws behind the sensitive patterns of his hair, he jolts. it's a strange reaction to come from someone who boosts such a calm demeanor at all times. ❝ WATCH YOUR HAND, it's impolite to touch without prior warning. ❞ there is a twitch of the eyebrow, a twitch of the ear. difficult to tell whether he enjoys the sentiment or not. at the moment, his body is rejecting her — the same he has done for all before her. ❝ this isn't a petting zoo, i came here to ask a favor of you. but now, i've lost my words. ❞ amazing , for the DEMON who loved the sound of his own voice. he certainly could have scolded @vihrago for hours. this was only light distaste.

[endlesscacophony]

Two gingers in a room... they might kiss?

@niloupar

[biosurvive]

OH DANNY BOY. ( or the clone chris verse )

Taking an abandoned plot point from Resident Evil Revelations, Chris Redfield was cloned by a rogue faction of former Umbrella employees. Originally created to cause chaos and friction within the BSAA, a distraction for Jill and to maybe gather intel by masquerading as the original Chris. This was proven to not be a solid plan once they realized that the clone wasn't an exact copy of Chris.

A distinctly different personality emerged, rude, crass, perhaps a bit too eager to please along with a distinct attraction to women. The clone didn't fit the bill of the stoic and otherwise respectful and gay BSAA agent. The clone even refused to take from the memories that were offered up to him on a silver platter, not acknowledging who any of Chris's closest friends or family were and instead he marveled at his own existence, questioning how he was able to have such higher brain function when he was created from just a simple strand of DNA.

After sending the clone in to deal with Jill Valentine, their worries over the clone were proven correct when Jill immediately identified him as an imposter, and upon returning to the facility after narrowly avoiding capture he was marked for extermination as a failed experiment. By a stroke of luck, one of the scientists ( who he no doubt flirted with ) took pity on him and allowed him to escape, and upon leaving he vowed to get his revenge upon the scientists who created and otherwise discarded him.

Becoming a freelance mercenary and bounty hunter, the clone takes on the name Daniel after Chris's middle name, using the name Danny to further shy away from his genetic original. Danny has very little interest in doing good things, his only desires in life are vengeance, money, and women and he plans on keeping it that way. He has no desire to meet anyone from Chris's life, though sometimes the universe has different plans...

[angel-inked]

The origins: Whiteout, Chapter nine: (part 4) Growing closer

This isn't exactly a work in progress, This is for a friend

But anyone can enjoy it <3

Taglist: @vvkingofgaybisciutsvv @thequeenofthewinter @hecatemoon87 @i-want-a-donut

(Kwazii's pov)

"What's going on?" I exclaimed, as everyone gathered in the launch bay. "We've lost contact with the Captain" Tweak explained. "Oh no" Peso worried, covering his little yellow beak with his flippers. "And there's a storm on the way" Dashi added. The room fell silent, save for Peso gulping and Tunip fainting. "We gotta find him" I exclaimed, "Dashi can you track the Captain?". "Let's see... Ah! His octocompas. Here Kwazii" she smiled, gesturing to a screen. A little picture of the Captain appeared on the map. "Hmm, if that's his octocompas then where's the gup-A's gupfinder in comparison?" I asked. "Hmm, now let's see.." Dashi mused as her paws tapped various buttons. "You're doing well kwazii" Inkling smiled, placing a tentacle on my shoulder. I glanced at him, as I was about to ask what he meant when Dashi exclaimed "uh oh!". "What's wrong?" I asked. "The last known location is nowhere near where the location of the Captain's compas" Dashi explained, zooming out on the map to further her explanation. "Yarrg!" I groaned, "Tweak, Peso, in the gup-C with me. We've gotta find the Captain" I ordered without much thought, only thinking of Barnacles wellbeing. "Aye aye kwazii" Tweak saluted, pulling the formentioned gups out of storage. Peso took a deep breath before he waddled up to me, "I'm ready when you are". I gave him a thumbs up, "the gups are ready boys" Tweak announced. I nodded in her direction before clearing my throat and gaining the attention of the rest of the crew, "Octonauts, let's do this!".

(Barnacles' pov)

"Woah" I exclaimed, as the dolphins came into view. Shellington really wasn't kidding when he said there was a lot of dolphins, "Tweak to Captain Barnacles" Tweak's voice came through the radio. "Barnacles here, are you seeing this?" I asked. "Yes! It's amazing!" Shellington exclaimed excitedly. I smiled at the sea otter's excitement, he reminds me if myself when I was younger, bursting at the seams at the thought of discovering new sea creatures and equally as excited to research the ones we already know about. Suddenly,

"Cap*static*Captain"

Tweak's voice began to break up, "Tweak, come in" I voiced, trying to not lose the radio, But alas the connection went. "Is everything alright?" A familiar voice asked. "Pardon?" I questioned, leaning forward in a vague attempt to see who was speaking. A pair of dolphins popped up in view, "hello again Dusty" I smiled, waving to the young dolphin as he flipped in place. "Are you okay? Sounded like you having a problem" Dusty's mum asked. "Well, I've lost radio contact with the octopod" I explained. "Could I be of some assistance?" A deep African accent asked. "Eh?" I questioned.

That's when the last thing I expected to see came in to my line of sight, a lion in a diving mask and an oxygen tank "Captain Adio!" Dusty exclaimed, circling the lion. "Jambo Dusty, who's you're friend here?" The lion asked, gesturing to me. "Um.. I'm Captain Barnacles of the octonauts and uh.. I seem to have lost contact with my crew" I explained, trying to pull myself together. "Pleasure to meet you Barnacles, I'm Captain Adio of the terranauts" Adio explained, "permission to come abroad?" He added. "Permission granted" I replied, opening the gup-A's hatch for Adio.

The lion entered the gup quickly, "uh.. everything okay?" I asked, slightly concerned as he ripped his mask off. "I'm fine but there is a storm coming, how well can your ship handle rough water?" Adio explained. "You'd have to ask my friend Tweak that question, she built the gup-A and the rest of our ships" I replied. "This Tweak sounds like my engineer Ace" Adio explained with a deep chuckle. First Kwazii, and now... "is everything alright?" Adio asked, interrupting my train of thought. "Never seen a lion in the ocean?" He added with a smile. "Um, not exactly. Kwazii, my first mate, loves swimming but he was the only cat I knew that liked water until now" I explained. "First mate?, you mea.." Adio started, he was interrupted by thunder cracking overhead. "We should head for deeper water now!" He exclaimed, pounding his fist into his palm. "Understood" I replied, moving the gup-A down.

(Kwazii's pov)

"Avast! This storm be a lively one" I exclaimed, scanning the ocean with me spyglass. "Um.. Tweak?" Peso asked nervously, "why are going so far down?". "I'm following the Captain's compas on the map, it shows he's movin' deeper" Tweak explained. Peso gulped and put his flippers on either side of his bill, "it's alright me little penguin matey" I soothed, rubbing the top of his head with me paw. "We're gonna find the Captain and head home as fast as we can" I smiled. "Hopefully.." Peso sighed, dropping his flippers back to his sides. The deeper we went, the darker it got. I'm starting to wonder why the Captain would go this deep, suddenly Tweak's ears twisted together. "Oh me, oh my!" She exclaimed. "What's wrong?" I asked. "Look" she said, pointing at the screen in front of her, showing the map. "It's the gup-A's gupfinder!" She added. "The storm must've messed up the signal" Tweak said mostly to herself.

"Mind telling me why the Captain would go this far down?" I asked. "Most likely to avoid the weather, how he knew about the storm is an entirely different question" Tweak explained. "Hmft" I huffed, crossing my arms and leaning on the dash. Keeping me eyes peeled for the gup-A and the Captain became increasingly more difficult the darker the water around us became. Luckily, Tweak outfitted her ship with lights. I've never been this deep, the warm blue water I'm used to from the surface turned into a inky dark endless abyss. Small lights off in the distance indicated small creatures, minding their business in the dark depths. How on earth anything survives down here is beyond me.

(Captain Adio and the terranauts belong to my friend @i-want-a-donut on Tumblr)

(End of chapter nine: Growing closer)

[axolotlinjammies]

It is no longer a joke.

We are now married. this is my wifey. We are very gay and there is nothing you can do about it.

@o-cinnamonstickz you cannot stop my simpery. I am tis but a simple man who wants kisses.

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[raggedytiger]

this is so bad but i permanently cropped the file so brutally that i can no longer edit it. whoops! also panels 4-7 were fully coloured but it looks better without for some reason. pomni (penny?) is such an ugly crier. i love my horrible failgirl accountant

[seahdalune]

Airy's been dead for two slutty, slutty years

airy's been dead for one slutty, slutty year

[datcravat]

Ace Attorney Investigations Collection X Among Us Collaboration promotional artwork by Datcravat (me haha)