#if anyone needs me I will be exploding

[kateinator]

Good timezone everyone as a local Philza main I would like everyone to know:

THAT I FUCKING CALLED IT

[canon-gabriel-quotes]

Transcript:

It’s nothing some ibuprofen and a blunt and five beers and a head injury and jacking off and killing the machine can't fix.

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[benevolenterrancy]

(Unseen Academicals, Terry Pratchett) I think Shang Qinghua and Ponder Stibbons should have tea and compare notes about somehow accumulating so much behind-the-scenes power by doing menial jobs no one else wants that they could basically run the show if they wanted...

meanwhile we have Shen "meh good enough" Qingqiu

[loboazul16]

This is how these two went right?

[haunted-xander]

So. Fatebreaker, right? Ryne's biggest fears made manifest, daddy issues personified, yes?

He's an amalgamation of Thancred and Ran'jit, his face, his voice and his weapon is Thancred's, but his body, his fighting style and his words are Ran'jit's.

Throughout the fight Fatebreaker constantly makes comments about how only he can protect Ryne, only he can provide for her, only he has even the right to so much as stand beside her, to be in her general presence. He's possessive and obsessive, repeatedly asserting that she is HIS and his only. Which is exactly what Ran'jit says basically every time we encounter him.

But this time it's in Thancred's voice. This time it's with the voice and face of a man she actually cares about.

Ryne isn't scared of Thancred, she never has been. Even when she first met him she was barely even nervous (as clearly shown in Thancred's short story). There's a lot of different feelings happening between those two, but fear has never been one of them.

But now, after things have gotten so much better, she is scared of Thancred becoming like Ran'jit. Because if Thancred was just a little further gone, if he was just a little less compassionate, he would've. It wouldn't be hard for him to go down the same path as Ran'jit did, to be incapable of letting go of the ghost of that girl he loved so so much to the point he'd stubbornly grip anything close to her he could. He didn't, but the fact he could've is terrifying.

It makes his final words, words that are Thancred's, so very important. This is her deepest fears made manifest, but he still says he wants her to be happy. Her happiness not only matters, but is important to him.

[callhimnowmarisamylove]

"I was thinking about my wife... sorry, my ex-wife. I miss her. She's moved on, and I thought if I could have a fling, I might be able to move on too." "Can I ask you a question? Did the sex feel like you were cheating?" "It did. It felt like a betrayal."

MICHAEL and MAUREEN GROFF in SEX EDUCATION

[prettyboykatsuki]

territorial woes | k. leona

✮ tags ; fem!reader (referred to as leonas woman very briefly) fluff, territorial / needy leona , he is sickly in love in this sorry they're so domestic, one singular sex joke, this is a college au so everyone is over 18 for sake of my sanity, sfw but this blog is 18+ so minors don't follow please and ty

✮ wc ; 2k (? ? ?)

✮ a /n ; im so embarassed that this is leaving my fingertips actually. i do have to clarify like... i dont rlly think leona gets jealous easily but he can be kind of childish bc he's spoiled if that makes sense lmao. i was so Plauged by this i couldnt sleep its like 4am. i took my melatonin at midnight im so sick. blame @/petrichorium i am not responsible.

✮ synopsis ; leona kingscholar is often annoyed, but not usually over something like this.

He shouldn't have come to class.

The clock on the wall is agitating. Tick, tick, tick. On repeat over and over, plainly the same and piercing. Leona is sensitive to his surroundings, and particularly to noise.

He hates loud noises and sharp cries and he hates the sound of the damn clock in Trein's classroom. He's never been a fan of the classroom setting, general lack of motivation aside. It goes against his very nature to listen to boring lectures and sit through assignments he's already done hundreds of times.

All of his education from being young royalty paid off but ultimately amounts to nothing, because if he wants to graduate he still has to do this all over again.

He's a hunter, so he's not opposed to sitting and lying in wait if there's a promise of reward at the end. If all this sitting around with a twitching ear and bored sigh would amount to anything he'd be a little less annoyed with attending.

And there was one, originally. A thing, that Leona had wanted (which he can only admit to himself begrudgingly) that was worth hauling his ass out of the peaceful botanical garden and into class today. That very thing which is currently giggling their heart out to one of those idiot freshman from the Heartslyabul dorm.

Tick, tick, tick. Leona snaps his jaw close and tears his eyes from the sight, nose scrunched in frustration with a knuckle pushed against his temple.

He wants to go back to his dorm. But he can't. He won't until he gets what he even came for.

The presence of another person alerts his senses, but he relaxes upon realizing it's Ruggie, sitting on the edge of his desk with that usual smug air about him. Leon passes him a glance but doesn't say a word.

"Somethin' troublin' you, my liege? Shyehehe."

Leona all but growls.

"Shut your trap or I'll hang you up by your tail."

"Ouch. That bothered by it, huh?"

"I'm not bothered by squat."

Ruggie laughs hard at that and Leona considers throwing him through a wall. Ruggie is also looking ahead where you at, staring a little more openly than Leona is. He whistles under his breath. He can't remember the names of the two brats, but they're always together. One of them with orange hair and the other with the short blue.

"They're pretty close with those two, yanno. Heard they were having sleep-overs and all durin' their first year.''

Leona narrows his eyes. The clock ticks on. Ruggie grins and Leona knows he should just up and leave. It's stupid to be hanging around here. It's lame that he's even looking. He should just go up there and—

"They're best friends, basically. Been like that since before you two had a thing going too. Way before that, I think."

Leona knows well enough what Ruggie is doing. What Hyena's are good at, goading his annoyance to push him to act. He's looking for a show, and Leona is nearly tempted to give him one. Nearly.

You're not the fierce type like the women back home. You probably wouldn't think twice about it, just bat your little lashes and wave your friends goodbye like the herbivore you are if he decided to drag you away. You'd pester him, follow him around while he acted moody and cold for a while before frowning.

You'd get mad at first, before huffing and saying sorry for something you didn't even do. Mumbling and poking around until Leona eventually drags you in his bed to nap instead of being outright about any of it. If his sister-in-law knew he was acting like such a kid to his woman, he'd never hear the end of it. It's that voice in his head that keeps him stuck in his chair, seething.

"Not like you to be so docile, King." Ruggie says. Leona shoots him a mean enough glare that he backs away in fear.

It's not like he's being docile. Not really. There's more to it than that.

Thing is, Leona is used to being chased. Regardless of his inferiority in birthright, he's still royalty. Royalty means plenty of people itching to get in his good graces to get a taste of the highlife. Leona is used to cheap tactics of seduction and luxury in order to earn his favor - he can smell it from away. He's always half expecting to uncover secret intentions.

It never happens. You are all by all measures, frustratingly sincere. Leona doesn't really know how to respond to it. You don't pay mind to his royalty or his ability aside from a normal amount of awe. You're an herbivore firstly, and a stranger to this world after that. Whatever traits in Leona you've latched onto, he can't wrap his head around nor does he understand.

It's the first time in his life that he's gotten into a romantic entanglement like this. Where everything is all lovey-dovey and things are so important. He's always been respectful to his women but he's never been seriously in love in his life. It's different from just being decent. He cares what you think to an extent that's unfamiliar. It's not like he'd ever fix his mouth to say all that, but it really matters that he does things the right way.

Leona doesn't usually act in self-interest, to begin with. Cocky as he may be - he's still king and kings act in the interest of his people. Regardless of what it looks like, you are part of his people. His pride, in more simple terms.

It's not being docile as much as it's an effort to show some respect for you.

Leona isn't usually jealous about petty, trivial shit. It doesn't matter to him what you do or who you do it with in your own time. He likes that you're independent, too.

He is however, a territorial apex predator and a prince. For better or for worse whenever he looks at you, all he can see is to prey animals encroaching on his territory.

That's the part of him that's raring to go. Teeth clenched and agitated, brows all drawn together in frustration. Leona wants to go back to his dorm, but he wont without what he came for. It's putting him in a bad mood.

But ultimately, he doesn't move from his spot. Ruggie leaves eventually when his mood has soured completely. His head is on the desk and he's got his eyes closed, but his ears twitched at the sound of your chair dragging on the floor.

"Can you guys walk Grimm back to the door? I'm gonna go with Leona. Thanks! See you later,"

And just like that, the classroom clears of the last nuisances occupying it. Leaving only you and Leona and that ticking clock together.

He hears you walk up to him before he sees it. Your voice is annoyingly pleasant to listen to.

"Leona? You sleeping already?"

He's starting to understand why his older brother folded at every single word that came out of his sister-in-laws mouth. He lifts his head just barely to look at you and you're looking at him all wide-eyed. He wants to tick you off a little, but can't conjure up any ideas.

"You done with those little yippin' herbivores you call friends? Can we leave now?"

You frown.

"You're in a bad mood. And don't be mean to them, they are actually my friends, you know?"

He scoffs and your frown deepens.

"Leonaaa," You drag out the syllables of his name as you stand beside him "What's wrong with you?"

He hears you pull a chair up. When he finally sits up, you're sitting directly in front of him on a chair turned backwards. There's hardly any room between you. Your face is twisted up with worry.

Leona reaches to pinch your nose. You pull away making his lips twitch upward.

"I shouldn't've came to class." He complains. You rub your nose but don't say anything back, considering him.

"I didn't think it was that bad today though. I guess it might always be for you though since you know like, everything, but I don't—"

Before you can keep going, he leans forward to press his lips to yours. It shuts you up effectively. Your lips are soft. They're sweet and a little sticky - mouth warm and welcoming.

When he pulls away, you blink at him.

"What were you sayin'." He asks.

You look a little taken aback.

"I don't know. Oh, uhm. I liked the lesson. It's fun to learn stuff about this world, I guess." You stumble over your words like you're shy. It's ironic to him, but charming all the same.

He grins.

"What? You nervous after a little kiss?" He teases.

You flush.

"You're not usually that forward, dummy. Which brings me to my question again, what's up? You're sulking."

"What the hell? I'm not sulkin'"

"Yes you are. Your doing the little nose scrunch thing too. Did something happen?"

He pushes the comment about his nose scrunch away entirely because he's sure thinking about too long is gonna get on his nerves. He glares at you for a while, debating on what he should say. Truth is, he is a little pissed. But he isn't going to tell you that your little chat with friends is making him territorial. That would be ridiculous.

There's a brief moment of silence before you pause. You tilt your head, eyes shining with curiosity.

"...Were you lonely?" You suggest.

His face drops.

"You're not the jealous type usually, but you're like a big overgrown kitty. So, you missed me right? That's why you're moping?"

The tone of your voice makes him want to pinch you again.

"Watch your mouth, herbivore." He grits, agitation rolling back into his tone like a wave. And you laugh, the nerve of you. Giggle a little as you lean in closer.

"You didn't say no."

"Shut up." He says, weakly.

"Leona," You say his name again, a little sweeter. Purposefully full of affection and he hates everything about how mushy it's making him feel. You reach your hand up to his head, petting behind his ears in the place you know he likes "I'm sorryyy,"

"Do you go 'nd tuck your tail between your legs like this for everyone? Where's your self-respect, huh?" He means to say with a lot more characteristic sarcasm.

But it all comes out gross and sweet sounding instead.

"Mm, no? It's just that my boyfriend is pretty shit at being honest about his feelings so if I don't dote on him he'll wither away like a houseplant and—"

He covers your mouth with his hand and glares at you, faux annoyed. And you're giggling against his palms, all bely laughs. It's all a little nauseating for him. He pulls away by cupping your jaw instead, squishing your face together.

"When'd you get so damn mouthy?" He grumbles.

"Since forever ago." You say through squished lips. He huffs, leaning forward to kiss you a second time. You're all soft everywhere. Squishy and mellow. Leona kisses you three times in the process, each one a little more impatient than the last before releasing you.

He doesn't let go, hand going to cup the back your neck instead. He cradles your head close, sighing against your mouth.

"Annoying," He says. You smile at him and he has to look away to deal with the intensity of it.

"You love me." You say with a smile. If only you knew the half of it.

He doesn't say that of course. Just scoffs as he stands to his feet, dragging you with him. He curls an arm around your waist, pulling you close to him. The warmth of your body makes him purr.

"In your dreams. You owe me for cuttin' into my naptime."

"What can I do for you my liege?" You say sarcastically, grabbing his hand openly. He squeezes it "You wanna take a nap with me?"

"Can't promise I'll get you in my bed and not fuck you about it." He says with a lazy chuckle. You nudge his side.

"You're so crass."

"You love me," He mocks. You huff.

"Unfortunately, I do. Could use some rest though," You yawn, and blinking blearily "So nap time it is. 'kay?"

He kisses the side of your head.

"Sounds good t'me."

[ashertickler]

The first time Asher realizes he had feelings for David is when he comforted him after he fell off the tree in his backyard. The first time he kissed David was a little after Gabe's death.

~ 🦇🦑

STOP STOP OH MY GOD I CAN IMAGINE IT WAIT-

brain dump ramble about David x Asher below teehee 😸

Asher's softly sobbing after his arm got fixed and in a sling, and David isn't mad at him or grouchy... he looks worried? Concerned. David didn't comprehend the concept of death at that young age but in the moment where he saw Asher wailing and screaming on the ground with his arm looking... unnatural, scarily bent, blood pooling beneath it, he assumed the worst. And it hit him, what if that was death? And... if it happened to Asher? It mentally broke him, and in the aftermath David wouldn't leave Asher's side, always watching. Making sure Asher didn't slip away when he wasn't looking, making sure Asher was still with him.

Asher noticed the change in David instantly. He knows his best friend like the back of his hand. He knows all too well how easily he gets under David's skin, so to see his usually grouchy buddy so... soft? Always around Asher, holding his hand, helping him up and down stairs, even helping him eat anytime they had a meal together... Asher felt something more than friendship. His heart swelled... but he couldn't name this feeling. Oh, it's probably just super friendship! Yeah... like we're soul buddies! I don't want him to stop being this way around me...

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After Gabe's post mortum, the Shaw Pack was inconsolable. Especially David, who'd now lost both parents and had the responsibility of being pack alpha imminently upon his shoulders. It broke everyone to hear about the passing of their beloved alpha, but for Asher... he couldn't stop worrying about David. How could he cope? How could he function? How lonely must he feel... and how sick with worry Asher felt at the thought. His thoughts were consumed my David, and it reached a point where he couldn't bare to spend time away from him. Asher swore he would always be by David's side, cos that's what soul buddies do, right? At night, he would hold David as he wept in only Asher's arms, then put a reassuring hand on David's shoulder during the day as David mustered up what little energy he had to tend to the pack and deal with the funeral arrangements. Asher could only watch with pained eyes as David struggled with all the duties he and Frank would soldier through, noting every laboured exhale his best friend shuddered out.

Asher noticed a lot of painful behaviours in David in the days after Gabe's death... but one struck him hard. Not out of worry, but instead with how his heart would swell. David became clingy. Which for David was incredibly difficult to decipher and point out. But Asher noticed. As he had always done, as he had always noticed whenever David's behaviour changed. Whenever it changed towards Ash.

Lingering touches. Hugs that lasted too long. Brushes of his hand against Asher's arm. Leaning into Asher's reassuring and grounding touch. Small nuzzles when crying into Asher's chest and shoulders when the pain of his father's death hit hardest, particularly in the lonely nights where he would have to sleep in his family's apartment alone. One night, David couldn't handle it. He needed Asher. One short call later, Asher had packed his bags and decided to move into the Shaw apartment for David. For his soul buddy. During the night, with Asher cradling David in his arms as he rambled about the funeral to come in the following days, David felt content. For the first time in the days that felt like years after Gabe's passing, being in Asher's arms felt like home. He finally felt warm again. Whole again. All it took was a sharp gulp and a yearning, tear-stained look at Asher for Ash to realise the feeling from his best friend in front of him. Asher cupped David's face and stroked his cheek, I'm always here for you David, and David choked up before breaking into a smile. A small one, but his first smile in... too long. He's smiling... I made him smile. Asher couldn't contain the surge of emotion any longer, it had remained dormant since he broke his arm. The unrequited yearning, the naive hoping, maybe this was the moment-

Thank you, Ash. For always being the one stable force in my life. David, smiling as a tear trails down his cheek, leans in to peck a kiss on Asher's cheek. And Asher freezes, his cheeks turning a soft pink. David stares, his heart skipping a beat, worried he'd been too bold, if this was stupid, if he fucked up, if he'd lose asher too-

Until Asher tilted his head and kissed David, closing his eyes and smiling into the kiss, cupping David's face as David brought his hand to Asher's head and held it before breaking apart. Foreheads touching, they stared into each other's eyes and smiled, before Asher broke into a giggle and David followed suit.

We'll be ok.

(tagging @dawnofiight lucid pookie for when you come back... my fellow dasher stan I hope you like this absolute word dump brain fart of a thingy about our sillies dasher... miss you dookie)

[moe-broey]

GOD I would HATE to be stuck at a family dinner with them 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 I would NOT fucking survive, the vibes alone would do 1000 points poison damage to me 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Also JUST. JUST.

THE VIBES. ARE RANCID. SHARENA DARLING YOU DESERVE SO MUCH BETTER THAN THIS (ALFPNSE TOO BUT DEAR LORD. Sharena LITERALLY was just told to Don't Speak Unless Spoken To RANCID. RANCID FUCKING FAMILY)

[scrawnytreedemon]

"Gerudo man acclimates cats in unethical manner: more at 5."

Behold! The nuclear family.

[bigsharkguy]

if not yaoi why autism x adhd???

[cadaverousdecay]

u guys need to stop following me it is making me nervous to exhibit signs of mental illness

[orb-weaving]

I have not been so physically unwell about a ship as chronohaul in a long, long time.

[sparklings-bf]

(CLOSED) thank you so much I've secured the baldi plush. >:)

they'll be $15 each and i'll take 5 slots (closed now) i only use p4yp4l, dm me if you're interested

examples:

(they'll be more like the first one, the second is a few weeks old)

[cerealmonster15]

Intrigue at First Sight [JamiAzu]

[Ao3 Link]

Summary: Azul takes notice of Jamil in their first year at NRC.

“Beauty” was never really something that Azul had a personal interest in. He could appreciate it, sure, but he never really found himself particularly seeking out such frivolous affairs. Really, if something were to catch Azul’s eye, it would have to be something really special.

Or, perhaps, someone.

Azul prided himself on coming to class early to ensure he would always be on time. He had appearances to keep up and grades to maintain, after all. Tardiness was out of the question, and arriving early also gave him the chance to study each of his classmate’s faces as they slowly trickled in up until the last second. When in a line of work such as Azul’s, where socialization and schmoozing were crucial skills, it was important to remember as many faces as soon as possible after meeting someone. Networking was everything, and it was far more impressive the quicker you could recall an acquaintance.

This was, of course, how Azul Ashengrotto first took notice of Jamil Viper. It wasn’t like Jamil dressed particularly outstanding when he came to class- it was quite the opposite, really. Azul probably wouldn’t have noticed him at all, had he not been taking a mental inventory of his classmates. Jamil wore a simple hooded sweatshirt paired with his school uniform, and he kept to himself as he came through the doors just a few minutes before class started. This was a pattern Azul picked up on in the first week of classes, as it helped to know the habits of familiar faces around him… Jamil, like clockwork, came into class just a few minutes before starting. He was never early, he was never late, and he kept to himself. His eyes stayed focused ahead and his head was slightly bowed when he walked. 

And he was very, very pretty. 

-

Jamil was scarcely spotted on his own once Kalim transferred to NRC a few months after the school year began. If Jamil wasn’t in class, he was making his way to or from Kalim’s side. At first glance, one might think they were the best of friends with how inseparable they were, but it really didn’t take a genius to look past the surface. Sure, the two grew up together, and sure, Kalim adored Jamil and was always quick to refer to him as his absolute best friend!

But Jamil was a servant doing his job, and as much love as Kalim had to give to the world around him…

Well, anyone could see there was something complicated going on there. 

“Do you mind pairing up with me for the lab assignment today?” Azul asked as he approached Jamil in the hallway one afternoon on the way to his next class.

Jamil turned to Azul with a neutral expression and nodded politely, his clear gray eyes meeting Azul’s. “Sure, I don't mind.”

Jamil was much more polite and agreeable the first handful of times Azul interacted with him during their first year at NRC. 

“You know, it’s not every day that I see you by yourself outside of class,” Azul said as they walked the rest of the way to the lab room. “It’s nice to have a moment to speak with you on your own and get to know you more.”

Jamil faced forward as they continued through the hallway. “There’s not much more to know, really,” he said simply. “And it is my duty to stay by Kalim’s side as his aid. If you're looking for a lively conversation, you’re better off approaching him instead, really.”

Azul chuckled. “I’m sure you have plenty to offer in conversation.”

“Well, I’ll suggest that you not get your hopes up.”

“Why don’t you join us for lunch?” Azul continued. “You’re on the basketball team with Floyd, aren’t you? I’m sure he’d love to have a chance to talk with you off the court, as well.”

That was… potentially true, but Floyd’s attitude towards talking to other classmates highly depended on his mood… And so would his definition of “talk”. Azul didn’t think it was important to dwell on such minor details in the current moment, though. 

Jamil raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, I’m surprised you knew that. He and I haven’t really spoken much before, and though I’m… very aware of his presence, I’m not sure he’s noticed mine.”

I’ve noticed you, Azul stops himself from saying. “Then a lunch together is the perfect place to start, don’t you think?” He says instead. 

He also realizes that he’s been trying to meet Jamil’s eyes this whole time, but they’re arriving at their seats, and Jamil will no longer look at him. Azul’s eyes drop from the side profile of Jamil’s face and instead follow where his hands have gone to his shoulder, pulling back his long, silky hair in preparation for their lab assignment. It looked healthy and well-kept, and Azul wondered how long Jamil spent styling it every morning with how many intricate braids and decorations he weaved within. 

“Sorry, but I have to make lunch for Kalim, anyway.”  Was Jamil’s response, and it sounded rehearsed, like this wasn’t the first time words have left his mouth, nor would it be the last. 

“He could join us, of course,” Azul insisted. 

“No, that’s alright. thank you.”

Azul opened his mouth to continue debating, but had to resign himself when Crewel entered the room and began class. 

-

“I could help you study next time, if you’d like.”

Jamil looked up from where he sat alone - another rare moment that Azul found himself hurrying to take advantage of - and scrunched his eyebrows together in confusion. “...Sorry?”

Azul nodded to one of the papers laying on the table in front of him. It was their latest history of magic test, with a score of 70% written at the top. A score Azul often noted whenever he caught a glimpse of Jamil’s returned assignments. 

Jamil sighed and shook his head. “...As kind as you are to offer, I’ll pass.”

“Oh, but I insist!” Azul said, stepping closer to lean against the side of the table. He smiled ever-so-charitably down at Jamil. “We’re classmates, are we not? Why, it would break my heart to stand idly by when my fellow student is in need. I’m sure we could work something out together…”

Jamil peered back up at him, his expression as neutral as ever, but his eyes… Azul often wasn’t close enough to see them in detail, but when he got a good look, it was hard to look away. They were a stormy shade of gray, and had a tendency to pull Azul in closer… and closer…

“…Um,” Jamil leaned back slightly, furrowing his brows yet again. “No, thanks.”

Azul quickly straightened his posture and cleared his throat, suddenly all too aware of his unusually close proximity to his classmate. “…Right. Of course. Do let me know if you change your mind.” He turned to leave, glancing over his shoulder to look at Jamil one more time. “My door is always open to you.”

“Thank you, but you should really save that offer for those who actually need it,” Jamil responded. “I’m just fine as I am.”

Azul noticed that Jamil's polite smile did not reach his eyes.

-

Moments ago, Jamil was on the ground, unconscious after a heavy, blot induced battle. Azul remained by his side the entire time after he went down, waiting, watching…

He felt himself breathe a sigh of relief when the familiar sight of those pretty, stormy eyes returned.

No more overblot, no more corruption. Just Jamil.

And now, Jamil stood in front of Azul, a familiar scowl plastered across his face - a look Azul had come to know with great familiarity in their more recent months of knowing each other. His expression of discontent deepened with every word out of his mouth, telling Azul exactly what he thought of his invitation for Jamil to join forces with him in Octavinelle. 

Unfiltered, unfriendly, fully authentic Jamil. He was sour, bitter, angry… and each stinging word he spat out only filled Azul’s chest with an intrigued, excited flutter in his chest. This was a new side of Jamil, something he knew was hiding under the surface, he just hadn’t been sure what he would find or how long it would take to uncover… But Azul was right, ultimately. Jamil WAS interesting. He was special, hiding much more underneath the surface… he’d been a worthy subject to keep an eye on over the growing years.

“Goodness. That’s a rather staging rebuke,” Jade said with a wide grin aimed at Azul in response to Jamil’s verbal thrashing.

Azul chuckled, an equally amused smile spread across his own face. “I don’t mind.”

In fact, Azul was quite sure he liked Jamil better this way. He was more authentic, free…

And just as beautiful as ever.

[bizlybebo]

VERY RUSHED demonkicks sketch bc I wanted in on the fun (dtiys)

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