#SORRY SHE'S LATE

[myewt]

identity

[nenayaquisieras]

Simon has always been confused on why you gift him toys. Sure, most of the gifts you gave him were some of the things he liked. Bourbon, masks, gloves, make up for him to smudge his eyes with, some daggers and knives. Things that we're useful for him, just him. But later, you gifted him a toy airplane. He makes a comment about it, saying he is not a child anymore and you were better off giving it to Johnny instead.

"No, this is specifically for you, take it."

When he gets to him room, he walks toward his trash can, opening it with the tip of his boot. He gives one more look at the toy, his mood souring before throwing it into the trash. He goes on about his day, training, signing paper work, drills. Doing anything to ignore the pain stinging memories that the toy brought back. Emotions that were buried thousands of feet deep it could reach hell itself. Later, he lies awake in bed, staring at the ceiling, avoiding looking at the cylinder shape that's calling for him in his peripheral.

Fuck.

He pulls the covers off vigorously and stomps over to the trash can. He is standing over it like he's trying to intimidate it, as if it was an enemy he's trying to get rid of in battle. To anyone else, the scene would look comical.

He sighs to himself and reaches down to take out the toy he so cruelly threw away. He sets it on his desk and quickly walks toward his bed, facing away from his desk.

The next day, he wakes up feeling different. He swears he sees his room more vibrant, more lively. That energy follows him through out the day, having his other teammates notice his rather bright mood.

You catch him in the hallway. Pulling him aside to ask him about the paper work you left at his desk this morning. Of course, he notices the way you smile brightly, more so than usual. But he notices that you're not looking at him. More like looking at something next to him.

"What's got you so cheery?"

You turn to look up at him, feeling a bit embarrassed.

"I just..." You take a quick glance at the spot next to him, before bringing your eyes back upon his.

"I just hope you liked your gift." The same bright smile appearing on your face.

He stares at you, examining your words. Your expression.

You think you see his eyes crinkle a bit.

"Yea,"

"I liked it."

[drenched-in-sunlight]

marriage life.

[ferncloud]

🌗 moonpaw

[cherrywhite]

every single time (template from @mhuyo)

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Lan Wangji Goes To Lotus Pier AU: Part 3: Enveloping Feelings.

(Part 1, Part 2, Part 4)

[okartichoke]

i wanted to see them frolic and be happy

[mac-monsters]

Thank you so much for the 1,000 followers!!!! Have some fem andreil as requested 🙌🙂‍↕️

Not sure how Neil ever managed to crawl out of that window 😭

[abby-howard]

Where is Spoons... I cannot see her.....

[pastellpeachz]

Talya as Circe <33

[artbytesslyn]

just a small flesh sacrifice

[cametotheshowinsd]

Who’s Afraid of Little Old Me? (2024) written & directed by Taylor Swift

So tell me everything is not about me …but what if it is?

[saltycryptid]

"You know, I've been catching myself smiling more lately."

🥺🥺 shadowheart is everything to me tbh,,, 💖💖

[kasterarts]

Moving Forward. (Spoilers for YTTD up through 3-1b)

[serpentface]

Brakul's five favorite khait out of the twelve he personally owns, a number that is considered (for the city and for how relatively rare and expensive many of these color morphs and breeds are) insane. Four of the twelve are his own purchases, and eight come from his horsegirl shit being uncritically enabled by a rich boyfriend.

Gantoche (Wardi name, directly translates to ox-eyed). Gelding. A lithe Burri riding breed with 'wildtype' markings and excellent endurance in hot conditions. Very vocal, he incessantly moos at everything. Closely bonded with She Bites.

Emense (Wardi word that closely translates to 'beloved' 'dear one'). Mare. Her breed is uncertain, as she was taken from a semi-feral herd as a foal. Exceptionally mellow and gentle natured, with a habit of staring intently at passerby with her unnerving eyes. Used for khait wrestling. His absolute favorite of the bunch.

She Bites (named for obvious reasons). Mare. A sturdy, surefooted riding and pack breed from the Greathill region. She has mellowed in her middle age, now only occasionally demanding the sacrifice of fingers.

Aganne (Wardi name stemming from the word for 'blue'). Gelding. A racing breed developed in Erubinnos with genetic input from the Lowlands countryside to the southeast. A friendly khait with a playful personality.

Pyliod (Urbinnas name stemming from the word for year-round mountain snow). Bull. An absolutely gorgeous and distinctly stupid individual. A draft breed from Ephennos.

[gabbertrapmix]

what if they were girlfriends

here's the whole sketch page, i sure do love clutter. and lesbians and also robots