#but some of it gets into endwalker spoilers sO

[ghastimart]

some doodles of my (favourite characters) promare-xiv crossover. i have thought about it a normal amount (asks in my askbox asks in my askbox) if you see trans galo & trans lio yes the fuck you do

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[fatedroses]

More than just the Demon.

[wildstar25]

MiqoMarch Day 23 - Midnight

With their intended voyage into the void only a few days out, Arsay thought it the upmost importance that she steal her partner away to Kugane, that they might share one more fond memory together should things not turn out the way they plan in the thirteenth. It was as they crossed the very same bridge the miqo'te had once sat on together two years prior when Arsay gifted Y'shtola with a bracelet matching that of her own. A token of endearment which, Arsay confessed, she would have given to her fellow scion back then, had nerves not gotten the best of her. While their relationship has undoubtedly changed since the initial purchase of the jewellery, the sentiment remained the same. Y'shtola was someone who Arsay loved dearly and she will forever be grateful to have the seeker's life intertwined with her own. No matter where their free spirits took them, they would always hold each other in their hearts. A promise Y'shtola was more than willing to keep. She slipped the the string of beads around her wrist without a second thought. They were never to come off, not even when the two decided to delay their return to Radz-at-Han in favour of a private bath at the dead of night.

[fisherrprince]

themis (themis)

[angorwhosebabyisthis]

one thing i realized about fandaniel's dynamic with xande that really fucks me up is, like.... there are the obvious parallels that canon draws between meteion and xande, and their roles in hermes/fandaniel's lives. and there are also the parallels between fandaniel and meteion. there's a lot to unpack.

but it hit me recently that one of hermes' deepest, most devastating regrets is having failed meteion, with abuse and hypocrisy and the project he had the authority to make her a part of.

he was painfully aware that he wasn't fit to be a father; that he'd put them in a bitch of an unsatisfactory situation with his lack of foresight; that he was currently fucking things up in ways he did not know how to understand or articulate, much less address. he knew that there was no support system for this; not just for his mental health issues in general, but to educate him and hold him accountable about how to be decent to her, because he knew no one would give a fuck. the closest thing anyone would have given him to advice would be to just kill her and start over.

he says he hopes she'll find a better parent out there in space somewhere, because he knows there is not one to be found for her anywhere on this star, including him. she was one of the most helpless, vulnerable people in their society, and there was no backup for her if he mistreated her, if he failed. and he did.

so of course his next attempt to find a meteion would be an emperor. of course he'd be at the very top of the most powerful empire in the world, at the time. of course he'd position himself as his servant, devote himself to him utterly, and value his authority above all. he wanted someone he could never hurt the way he hurt meteion again.

[shalpilot]

welcome back (again) yesui

[thatcritterthatskitter]

This is Not-That-Short Post About the Little Robot Guys in Azys Lla, specifically, Nodes

I need to tell you guys that I'm in love with these silly little machines. They're like 5000+ years old but are still functioning, yet deeply unaware that the civilization that had produced them has long since perished. Every time I walk up to them I couldn't wait to see what other fucked up aspect of Allagan technology or policies or life is to be revealed.

Like a good amount of the software the nodes are running on goes through version updates much like modern machines of our time, not to mention with the added bonus of planned obsolescence and paywalls!

And here's a node that wants test subjects so bad, and also showcasing a little bit of what life was like back then. (As to my guess, it's like some kinda fucked up surveillance state enforced by terrible machines taller than most people).

With the trial series of Heavensward, we also get some delightful information from the node there as well! Elite warriors being subject to simulations that are so dangerous that the the program automatically assumes that you are going to die. Not only that, but upon your death, the node will send your family monetary compensation! For the glory of the allagan empire wowow...

Even our tour guide, the Guidance Node, aka Gilly, would casually drop wild facts about how things were back in the day. (And also that they were kinda expecting us to die via centuries old teleporter) There's chimerical life-forms also being used in the household (as what???? like a toaster??? creature that holds onto your socks?? (and they're like, lizard centaurs + giant heads with wings + actual chimeras like in greek mythology + massive bugs with knives for hands, so maybe menial labour would also make sense))

Bonus: their classification on the ffxiv wiki

bloodless object...

[bi-disastersoup]

Into the Void - Part 1

Welcome to a new VN series. These ones are much shorter, so I won't be doubling up the images.

Greatly recommended you read Shifters first if you haven't, or some of the stuff covered in this series might not make a ton of sense.

very mild CW for emetophobia and also spoilers for patch 6.2 MSQ (takes place right after the second fight with Scarmiglione)

Let's go.

Strap in, ya'll.

(Part 2)

[elizabethrobertajones]

hm.

[missazurerose]

FFXIV Write 2024 - Day 9

Lend an ear

 “You know…if I had a single gil for every time a Scion was body snatched, I'd have two gil. Which is certainly not a lot but curious that it's happened twice.” 

“Let's hope we never make it to three gil.”

[catvids]

they gave my favorite character a closed arc and wrote her out of the story 👍

[candycryptids]

“Why choose me, who does not even offer up prayer in your name, to be your Champion? Surely you could pick another, anyone else, surely, there is someone better suited to your trials than I,”

Felt inspired after seeing This Artwork and thoroughly toasted my brains doing posing ;w; lighting, my nemesis…

[hqmillioncorn]

Let's continue to fight for the world!!

Babycorn twirled around, showing off her brand-new dress. It was really pretty. A thought crossed her mind crossed her mind. Was this dress too pretty for her? No, it couldn't be. Right? The dress was snow white. There were already several stains on it already on account of a snack she had earlier. No napkins on hand meant she wiped everything on her clothes. Even when there were napkins she always just did it anyway. Force of habit. Babycorn looked around, down at the plate of nachos she was eating and then to her cheese covered hands. Without a word she sneaklily stepped towards the couch and wiped her hands on that instead. Today was the start of training to make a better impression in Tural!

Lalapril 4/29 Trail

babycorn recounts the events of the main scenario quests to tilika in the only way she knows how to

Tilika listened closely as Babycorn paced back and forth in front of her. Trying her best explain what exactly had happened to her earlier that day.

A part of her wished that she had gone along with her but Babycorn had decided to go and meet with the person who showed a great interest in meeting her all by herself. Given recent events Tilika hoped that Babycorn would have let her know when she was going to meet with a person she’s never met that’s also curious in meeting her for some reason no one disclosed beforehand. 

Regardless, Tilika was glad it was just another potential adventure across the world rather than someone kidnapping Babycorn for their own personal gain and almost killing her. 

Just in case Tilika stretched forward and knocked on the wooden coffee table a couple of times. Babycorn watched as Tilika sat back into her seat. “Don’t mind me. You can go on.” Tilika assured her.

Cherrypit, who was sitting next to her, stood up from his seat and used his hands to tap the table. Then he climbed back onto the sofa. “...Thanks Cherry.” Tilika suspected he had no idea what she was worried about but the sentiment was nice all the same.

…Then again, he could read minds.

Babycorn began to recount her story once again. “-And then a big huge bird came out from the sky like WOOOOOOSH!!!” She flapped her arms around sporadically and kicked at the floor. “It kept being really mean to Wuk Lamat and repeating what she was saying!” Babycorn had tried her best to yell at the bird to knock it off but it felt like she was just being ignored. Which made her even madder. 

“Mad mad!” Cherrypit emphasized. He had been so close to just launching himself up at the bird and biting it really hard. 

“Sounds like it was a very rude bird!” Had Tilika been there she would have given it a piece of her mind! And also her sword. “What happened next?” 

As soon as Tilika asked what happened next, she noticed a glimmer in Babycorn’s eyes. She must have been really excited to tell this next part. “We chased after it! Me, Wuk Lamat and G’raha!! Then we had it totally cornered so it had nowhere to run!” Babycorn paused, “...Nowhere to fly!” 

“Ooooh! Exciting!” Tilika gave a little clap, “Go on! Tell me what happens next!” 

“Mhhm! You got it!” Babycorn nodded. 

Then Babycorn began to regale Tilika on how she had used her scythe to fight and how Cherrypit was able to juggle using both black and white magic simultaneously. That was something Cherrypit was really proud of doing, judging from how happy he looked when Babycorn was telling that part of the story. 

There were a few details she forgot here and there but those details were pretty much filled up with thoughts of how yummy the meal after the whole thing had been.

“Um? Babycorn? I know the bird was yummy when you cooked it but can you go back to the fight?” Tilika would have to occasionally put Babycorn back on track. Not that she really minded. 

“Oh right!” Babycorn wiped some drool from her mouth. All of sudden she was really hungry. 

Regardless, she continued with her story. “And Wuk Lamat kept swinging her ax like-! Whoosh! Crash! Bang!” It was soooo cool! It made Babycorn so excited she was practically jumping off the furniture. She would have literally been doing that if Tilika hadn’t been catching her mid-air every time she tried to. 

After living together for more than a year now she was used to both Starsinger siblings' hyperactive natures. This was a huge reason why she carried a fishing net with her now at all times. 

As the story continued, Tilika found herself growing more relaxed. There had been a lingering sense of worry she couldn’t quite shake the more Babycorn talked. She had been waiting with bated breath for Babycorn to say something suspicious. 

Something that Babycorn herself hadn’t noticed but Tilika would have, had she been there. 

Thankfully it looked like that moment would never come. 

“-then the bird trapped us all in little tornados!” Babycorn screamed. 

Babycorn grabbed a flower vase from the shelf and turned it upside down, spilling the contents all over the carpet. Then she grabbed one of the cookies she had been eating and dropped it inside. “It sort of felt like this!” Babycorn shook the vase around in her hands. 

It made a sort of clink-clonk noise that made Cherrypit giggle. He tried his best to imitate the noise while grabbing more cookies to eat. Tilika was about to remind him he needed to chew before she remembered that he really didn’t need to. 

Babycorn stopped shaking the vase and stuffed a few more cookies in her mouth. Unlike Cherrypit she did have to be reminded to chew her food. When she was done, she continued. “But then-! We got freed from the tornados!” How exactly that happened was a bit of a windy blur.

Suddenly, a terrible vision from the future manifested itself in Tilika’s head. “BABYCORN YOU DON’T NEED TO DEMONSTRATE THAT ACTUALLY.”

“Huh?” Babycorn looked at Tilika and then at the vase. “Then how am I supposed to get the cookie out?” Tears began to form on the corners of her eyes, she really wanted that cookie. 

Tilika understood and sympathized with Babycorn's desperation but she also really didn’t want to clean up the remains of a shattered vase. “J-Just turn it upside down and it should fall out…” Who was she kidding? She wouldn’t even get the chance to pick up a broom before both siblings tried to snack on the shards of glass. 

Babycorn gave the vase one more shake before putting Tilika’s idea to the test. “Alley-oop!” She turned the vase upside down and just as Tilika said, the cookie came tumbling down to the floor. “JEEPERS….” Babycorn was flabbergasted. Had it really been that easy? 

That was way easier than her idea of rewriting fate and making it so she never put the cookie in there in the first place.

Then in an instant Babycorn picked the cookie off the ground and ate it in one bite. As she munched happily, Tilika sighed, some things were just inevitable. No matter how fast you acted. 

After Babycorn’s impromptu snack time she continued her story. This time with Cherrypit’s help. Since he was getting a little restless just sitting there and listening. He had decided he would play the part of the bird, which he expertly portrayed by placing a throw pillow on his head. 

Tilika thought it was really cute.

“Right-! As I was saying after we got freed from the tornados Wuk Lamat did this really cool move and…Uh..” Babycorn froze, she looked at Cherrypit and then at the pillow upon his head. If he was the bird in this scenario then that meant she would have to…

Cherrypit lifted his arms up and let out a little, “Baw Baw!” doing his best to imitate a bird cry. 

Babycorn turned to Tilika and bowed, “Give me a second. Sorry.”

“Take your time sweetie.” 

Tilika watched as Babycorn took the pillow off Cherrypit’s head and placed it on her own. Then she handed her brother a stick that had been stuck in her hair for the past few hours and took a step back. “Sorry for the interruption, dear audience!” Babycorn shouted, “Where was I?”

Tilika giggled, she was feeling a bit honored. To think that Babycorn felt so comfortable around her that her stage fright wasn’t a problem. It felt nice. “I think you were at the part where Wuk Lamat did something?” Tilika reminded her.

“Oh right” Babycorn adjusted the pillow on her head so that it was only squishing her pom a little. “Then Wuk Lamat did a cooooool spin and hit the bird really hard with her ax! Way harder than the other times!” She turned to Cherrypit and pointed at herself. “Okay Cherry…! I’m the bird so hit me with the stick!” She whispered.

Cherrypit, ever the amazing actor, immediately understood. “Papbnaaaannwaaaaboo!” He babbled. It was probably a close approximation of what Wuk Lamat had shouted at the time. Or as close enough as Cherrypit could get.

Then he wiggled his stick around and chucked it right at Babycorn. It bounced right off her head and landed inside of the vase that Babycorn had set down earlier.

“Wow Cherry! That’s like twenty points I think!” 

Cherrypit let out a cheer. “Cherry wins!” Then he did a cute little dance.

Tilika wondered when it was established there was a score system during all of this. It was probably best not to think about it too hard.

All of a sudden Babycorn dropped to her knees with a wail loud enough that it caught Tilika completely off guard. “OOOOOH!!! I AM DEFEATED!! BY THESE CUTE, SMART AND REALLY FUNNY WARRIORS!!” Babycorn dramatically grabbed the pillow off her head, while holding the back of her hand to her forehead. “NOW THAT I’M DEAD BABYCORN AND CHERRYPIT CAN GO AHEAD AND EAT ME BECAUSE I TASTE DELICIOUS!!” She bit down on the pillow and ripped out a chunk from it. 

It’s stuffing fell out of her mouth as she kept talking. “The end.” Babycorn threw the pillow aside, deciding she would save the rest for later. 

Tilika wasn’t sure where to begin.

Probably with asking more about what happened afterwards rather than what just happened with the pillow. It wasn’t the first pillow that Tilika had to sew up. And it sure wouldn’t be the last.

“That was amazing! I loved it!” Tilika clapped and stomped her feet. 

Babycorn and Cherrypit looked at each other and smiled, before turning to Tilika and doing a curtsy together. “Thank you!” At what point Babycorn decided to throw on a whole mini play in order to answer Tilika’s simple question was a mystery to her. The answer to that question would probably be lost to time thanks to Babycorn’s spotty memory. 

Cherrypit had a lot of fun though and that was what really mattered. 

He was having so much fun he was a little confused about why Babycorn was stopping the story there. When he could clearly remember that a lot more happened after that. 

Cherrypit pushed himself up, standing on the table he raised his hands in the air and addressed the audience of one. “Then bird went up! Up! Up!” he explained.  As soon as those words left his mouth Babycorn’s eyes went wide with horror. 

“Cherry! I-I don’t think Tilika needs to hear about that part!” 

Tilika leaned forward. “Why not exactly?” Despite her words, there was a warm smile on her face. That’s how Babycorn knew she was really in deep trouble. That’s how anyone knew they were in deep trouble when it came to getting on Tilika’s bad side. 

Babycorn moved to stand in front of Cherrypit. As if being in between both of them would do anything to help her at this point. “Because it’s really REALLY boring! I promise! It’s not that interesting!” 

“Bebe was cool!” Cherrypit helpfully added.

Babycorn winced. “N-No! It was the end! Nothing happened after that…” She tried her best to look confident, she put her hands on her hips and stood triumphantly in front of Tilika. 

It reminded Tilika of how Babycorn acted after she had come back from the First. 

“Babycorn…” Tilika was worried. After everything, she never wanted to feel as helpless as she did when she watched over Babycorn during the final days in Thavnair. Or even when they came back from Ultima Thule. “...I need you to tell me what happened. Whatever you did, whatever happened, I’ll be here for you.” 

Babycorn let out a small gasp, her haughty attitude took a turn, as she took a step back and stared downwards. With her hands behind her back she quietly laughed to herself while she nervously kicked at the floor. 

“Um, what I did…I did…”

Meanwhile…

At the Last Stand, Erenville sat down and watched as Wuk Lamat walked back with their orders.

Something about it being a meal themed after Babycorn Corn herself and also it being advertised as a grueling challenge had proved itself to be irresistible to her. 

As Erenville turned his back he was surprised to see Wuk Lamat standing right in front of him. How she had walked back that fast was a whole mystery that wasn’t going to be explained any time soon.

The food had been placed on the table already. Once Erenville saw it with his own eyes the grueling challenge part suddenly made a whole lot more sense.

There were about twenty plates in total. More than half of them looked to be giant slices of cornbread with a whole other meal placed on top. Such as a whole lobster and a burrito. The other half of the plates were filled with desserts of all sorts. 

Most of them were completely drenched in chocolate. And also hot sauce?????????

Wuk Lamat sat down and pulled the plate of cornbread with the boiled eggs on top closer to her. “Let’s dig in!” She lifted up a fork and spoon and began eating. 

Erenville looked at the meal in front of him and considered his option. “If it’s all the same to you-I’ll wait until dinner to eat.” 

“More for me then!” 

As Erenville’s attention slowly shifted away from the behemoth of a meal in front of him, he heard Wuk Lamat clear her throat to get his attention. “Yes? What is it?” He picked up one of the chicharrones on a plate of cornbread and threw it in his mouth with a crunch.

Wuk Lamat looked around for any sign of a yellow pom. She leaned in close and whispered towards Erenville. “Is there any reason why you failed to tell me how terrifying the Warrior of Light is?!” 

Erenville gave a heavy sigh. “What are you talking about?” He had told her everything about Babycorn down to the time he saw her plucking grass from the ground and stuffing it in her mouth. Aside from the whole frog thing that was the other first impression of her that really stuck with him. 

Wuk Lamat slammed her hands down on the table in front of him. “I’m talking about how a monster burst out from her body and started clawing at the monster attacking us!” 

“Well personally I never saw her do that.” Erenville rested his elbows on the table. He poked at the plate of food that resembled white bread in the shape of a circle. 

“Well I did! And it was bad!”

“I’m sure it wasn’t that bad.”

Wuk Lamat stood up. Staring Erenville down as she slowly closed her eyes, trying to remember what exactly she had seen. The horrors she witnessed. Suddenly, her eyes flew open. "The monster inside her was made of blood! Blood! Or it looked like it! It lunged towards the beast and bit down into it! Using its arms to tear it apart!” She shook her head, “Some parts it was grabbing looked like they were even coming apart by themselves.” 

Okay. That sounded a little bad. Even Erenville had to admit that at this point. 

“I was worried that there would be no meat left! But when Krile arrived the monster just crawled back inside Babycorn like nothing ever happened! Like she was some sort of cocoon...” Wuk Lamat hadn’t even mentioned how many eyes and legs the monster had. 

Of course she had been mostly worried about still being able to eat the bird. What was he expecting? “And you choose her of all people to be your champion? Bad luck there…” 

“You were the one who told me about her!!” Wuk Lamat cried out.

“...That’s what happened.” Babycorn crossed her arms and looked away, embarrassed. 

It was one thing to lose control fighting Zenos, it was another matter entirely to lose it in front of her friends. She never wanted any of them to see her like that.

Even if they didn’t say anything to her face about it.

It was just…

“SO embarrassing!!!!!!!!!!!”

Cherrypit looked confused. Turning into a big monster was really fun, why did his sister look like she wasn’t happy? Whatever the case he decided he would try to cheer her up by giving her a cookie. 

He waddled up to grab one only to find himself getting picked up in Tilika’s arms. She walked over to Babycorn with him, kneeling down to meet Babycorn on a sorta equal level. “Well. I admit that’s not what I expected but it sounds like you did a good job defeating that loudmouthed bird.” 

“...Are you serious?” 

“Of course I am!” Tilika bounced Cherrypit up on her knee, “If I were you I think I’d be more embarrassed if I didn’t do something weird once in a while.” A little dip into the pool of horrors that were the Starsinger siblings was as good of a warning as any for someone just getting to know them.  

Babycorn thought about it for a bit. “Woah. We do weird stuff all the time!” That was a load off her chest.

For a few moments Babycorn was so happy that she almost completely forgot the actual ending to her story. “And then Wuk Lamat asked me to go with her back to Tural so I could help her with a whole competition to be the next ruler or something!” 

“That’s nice!” Tilika was glad that Babycorn had such a nice time hunting down and killing a bird to eat it and then-“HUH?! W-What??”

Had Tilika heard her right? Tural? That was all the way across the ocean! Not only that-! But what was this about a competition?! “She invited you?! What did she ask you to do?!”

Babycorn closed her eyes, deep in thought. Or as deep as she could be at least. “I don’t know! All I know is that I’m supposed to be her champion and if I win then she wins too!” If she was being honest (and she mostly always was) Babycorn didn’t really understand too much of what Wuk Lamat was asking of her. 

Just that she had earnestly asked for Babycorn’s help and that was enough for her to agree to go.

“I just wanted to tell you just so you wouldn’t get worried when me and Cherry go away soon!” 

Tilika tried her best to ignore the foreboding feeling that was suddenly overtaking her. Why had Babycorn worded it like that? It was unlike her to jump to the worst conclusions.

Even if Tilika had seen first hand how quickly tragedy could occur, how cruel people could be and how quickly things can become hopeless. 

Yet even in the darkest of places, Tilika at her core still believed that there was good to be found. A silver lining no matter which way you looked. If you asked her to explain how, she wouldn’t be able to, and if you thought she was dumb to think that way, she would agree with you.

That’s what Babycorn had told her the first time they first met. 

Tilika decided, whatever happened next they would face it together. 

That was it then.

“I guess I better start packing too!”

Hopefully she still remembered where her old suitcase was, having not needed it since the last big trip they took. It should still be somewhere in her closet. Right between her sword and various stuffed moogles that Babycorn kept bringing her as gifts. 

“...Huh? Why?” Why would Tilika need to pack for? It should be emphasized that Babycorn still wasn’t all that smart. 

“I’m coming too! Of course I need to pack! It’s a pretty long trip!” 

“Huh?!” Babycorn’s pom stood up on its end in surprise. Even Cherrypit was a little shocked. “Are you sure?! You don’t have to come with me b-but-!” It would be nice, is what Babycorn wanted to say. 

“I’m definitely sure!” 

Truthfully Babycorn was hoping that Tilika would choose to come along but there was this fear that something would happen to her again. There was no telling what she would do if she had to see her get hurt again. Just the thought of it made her want to start crying.

…But at the same time, she couldn’t imagine going anywhere without Tilika, not after everything she did for her. So of course Babycorn wanted her to come along and if anything tried to hurt her, then Babycorn would stop them!

In the end, Babycorn let out a happy cheer. ”Yay! Tilika’s coming too!” Babycorn was happy. She was really happy! She was so happy she leapt forward and gave Tilika the biggest hug she could give. 

Before Tilika could even think of returning the hug, Cherrypit jumped at her too. “Tili! Tili!” He grabbed onto her arm and hugged her as much as he safely could. If Tilika was coming then that meant they were all gonna have a lot of fun together! Drawing more pictures and singing more songs together! 

“I’m happy to come along!” Especially since the way Babycorn worded it, this was more of a casual trip than the last one had been.

Something about having the lingering threat of the end of days over your head kind of made it hard to enjoy the sights. This time however, it didn’t sound too dire, just a little bit dire. 

Surely there would be time to enjoy the beach before whatever competition Babycorn was entered in…

Tilika raised her hand to her mouth, hiding a playful grin. “Speaking of…” In one quick movement she grabbed Babycorn with both hands and lifted her up from the ground. Then before she could do anything about it, Tilika was already holding Babycorn upside down using one arm to hold her up. 

Babycorn realized the entire world had suddenly turned upside down a little too late. “Wha-?! Huh?! What’s going oooon?!” Babycorn squeaked out, kicking her legs in place. “Tilika put me dooooown! You’re gonna wrinkle my new dress!!”

Tilika grabbed the keys to the house with her free hand and then let Cherrypit climb onto her shoulder. “Go! Go! We’re going outside!” He cheered. There was something that was really funny about the way Tilika was holding onto Babycorn. He laid down on Tilika’s shoulder and let his head drop upside down. “Woaaaaaa!” He giggled. 

Time was of the essence here but Tilika let Cherrypit have his fun anyway.

With a click of her heels Tilika practically kicked the front door open and posed dramatically. “There’s not a moment to lose! Let’s go and find some cute clothes to take on vacation!” Competition for the throne or not she wasn’t about to let Babycorn fight in some sort of tournament without turning some heads.

Everyone knows that you can’t help a country decide who’s going to rule it without looking cute. Or something like that.

“But I hate shopping for clothes!!” This has been true ever since the very first day that Babycorn’s friends tried to take her shopping. As they themselves learned when they had to take a chunk of the mansion’s walls with them after pulling Babycorn off of it. 

“I know! That’s why I’m going to carry you all the way there!” Tilika beamed. 

“Nooooooooooooooooo!!!”

[hythlodaeus-mynewoldfriend]

Happy belated Fathers Day to this family right here!

They out here just having the best outing one could ask for :’) so proud of them all honestly. Everyone also needs to know in my heart that apron has a some cheesy grill pun on it I just didn't have the energy to edit on each individual shot 🙃

[kitschie]

thought of this and i am Curious about it so

put your reasons in the tags!

[impossible-rat-babies]

;—; eyrie showing up in the first again with zero and ryne looking at them like oh you’ve experienced The Horrors Again, Huh Bud