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I'm telling her I love her (bc I drew stinky dogs)
#just smthn quick#bc I love her#wampus cat#digital art#artists on tumblr#my art#mountain lion#cougar#puma#beloved beast
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cutiefly jumpscare, i suppose
#i regret to inform everyone that i'm playing with effects again#eye strain#gif#moving image#flashing lights#just in case#same vibe as that moment before every boss fight in every RGG game where there's a quick zoom on the boss and they yell “come on!” or smthn
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The Winged Servant - 14
content warnings: unhealthy ideas about food (I'll put a more detailed warning about this in the comments but I don't want to spoil stuff here), brief discussion of religion, mention of death, begging
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“Here you go, bud.”
I stared at the plate in front of me. It was ceramic. Less detailed than what we’d had at the house, but breakable all the same. I would have to be careful, then, but I knew how to do that. The crepe itself was a different story.
“Thank you, sir,” I said anyway, beginning to scissor a piece off with my fork. Crepes were meant to be eaten with hands, I remembered, but that wasn’t how a servant was supposed to act. Not in front of other people. Really, servants weren’t supposed to eat at all in front of other people if it could be helped, but exceptions could be made when food was handed right to me.
Kieran sat down on my left, a bowl of fruit in front of him. There was mango in it. There was mango in my crepe, too, if Kieran had really put everything he’d said he would. Prince Ryan didn’t let me eat mangos when he could help it. They made my cheeks red, my lips puffy, and my throat itch, but they weren’t so bad that I could refuse them. Not by a long shot. I’d have to eat egregious amounts before I was in any real danger, so I took a small bite of the crepe.
That was- shit, that was good. It wasn’t the strawberry jam that I was used to, but the combination of flavors more than made up for it. The mangoes that I was not supposed to eat practically melted on my tongue. Or maybe it just felt that way because of the gnawing feeling in my stomach, because of the tiny portion of dinner I’d received the night before.
“I’m assuming you don’t know much about who I am,” Kieran said from his spot next to me, reminding me that he was there. I dragged my fork back and forth as I swallowed.
“His Highness Prince Ryan talked about you last night. When we were on our way to your room.”
“Yeah? What did he tell you, if you don’t mind me asking?”
I shrugged. “He said that he is more fit to run a country than you, sir. He is more fit to run a country than most people.”
“Because of his qualifications?”
“Because the Rao family has held the crown for sixteen generations. Sir. That is all the qualification they need.”
“I don’t think-” He hesitated. “Okay. Let’s take this in a new direction, actually. What’s the point of having royalty?”
The point? What was the fucking point? Did it matter? I was a servant. I wasn’t supposed to understand things like this. The point of having a ruler was for them to rule. And that’s what the Rao family did, which meant that they could not have been unfit for it.
“Um,” I said slowly. “The point of having royalty is to make things easier for people who aren’t royalty, right, sir? Like… they make decisions about important things that other people don’t understand. They protect their subjects.”
“Yes,” he agreed, and I sighed in relief, cutting another bite of my crepe off with the dull edge of my fork. It would take longer this way than with a knife or my teeth. It would give him a longer time to have this conversation in an environment where eye contact was not expected. I wondered if he’d noticed me staring at the tablecloth while he’d asked me questions with Blue. I would have to be less obvious next time.
“Yes,” he repeated, “they are supposed to make things easier. And if every citizen gets together and decides that the royalty is making things harder, why shouldn’t they pick new royalty?”
“Because that would make them traitors, sir.” That was an easier question. I knew the answer just fine for that. I took another bite of my crepe.
“Not if they succeed. If they manage to overthrow the previous royals, and put new ones in and adjust the laws, it’s no longer treason.”
“Treason is illegal whether or not you’re punished for it, sir,” I said, covering my mouth while I chewed. It had been a long time since I had eaten in front of anyone except Jayden, but I couldn’t let my manners slip now. “Even if you’re the only one who knows about it, you aren’t supposed to think treasonous things.”
“Hm.” I did not turn my head to look at him, but I could feel his eyes on me. These were different questions than he’d asked with Blue. Those had been about me. These were… philosophical, maybe, or a test of some kind. “I am the current king of Sathenn. DId you know that?”
I stared at the table. I was supposed to behave. Prince Ryan had told me to behave. But Kieran was wrong.
“Do you have an objection to that?” he asked.
I stared intently at the crepe. “... No, sir.”
“Right. You’re supposed to listen to people. I keep forgetting, sorry. If a… a well-meaning subject who was loyal to the crown had an objection… what would that objection sound like?”
“Um. Well. Sir. The royal family has the divine right to their power.”
“Divine right?” he repeated, and he almost sounded like he was holding in a laugh.
“It’s, um, a theory from hundreds of years ago, sir. Monarchies are passed through families because their bloodlines are superior.”
“I’m familiar with the concept. The most recently I’d heard, the Raos aren’t religious, though, so I’m surprised that they taught it to you. The word divine in that phrase implies that their right to rule was given to them by some sort of god.”
I frowned. I supposed that technically, Kieran was right. I hadn’t thought about that before—or rather, I hadn’t been told. I wasn’t supposed to think through it the way he was doing, I was just supposed to listen to what I was told.
“It’s not about a god, sir,” I said eventually. “Divinity is not just from religion. The first Rao royal brought back the stars. They are the reason any of the kingdoms are able to exist at all.”
“Brought back the stars, yes, because they were one of the most brilliant scientists we’ve ever seen. But there are plenty of brilliant scientists we haven’t seen.” He took another bite of his fruit, giving me a few moments to wonder what the hell he meant before he continued.
“I used to know a person who was accepted to college at the age of fourteen, but xe died before xe could graduate because Lucia had xem killed. Xe could have been brilliant, too, if xe’d been given a chance to become that. Instead of giving xem that chance, Lucia nipped it in the bud. The first Rao may have brought back the stars, but fast forward a couple centuries, and Lucia was pulling shit like making it illegal for angels to fly at playgrounds without something attaching them to the ground. When the royalty does not serve the subjects, I don’t think there’s anything wrong with starting over.”
I swallowed another bite. My tongue was starting to feel awkward in my mouth. That was fine. It would swell a bit and probably get itchy, but it would not put me in actual danger, so it was fine. It wasn’t lethal. It didn’t even affect my breathing. It was fine.
I did not see the issue with what Kieran had clearly listed as a failing of the queen. She knew better than I did what was safe at a playground. She knew better than any subjects what was safe at a playground. That was the problem with subjects deciding that their country was in need of new royalty. If the Raos truly had been unfit to rule, that was up to the Raos to decide. Not the subjects.
“It’s not technically illegal to be loyal to them,” Kieran said when I didn’t respond. “Legally, you are free to have that opinion, as long as you don't try harassing people who don’t or something. But it’s ignorant at best to pretend that they did not hurt people while they ruled.”
“Their job isn’t to help people or hurt people, sir. It’s to rule, and to make decisions that no one else does. That’s what they did.”
“I guess.” He shrugged, taking a bite of his fruit. “They could’ve ruled much better than they did, though.”
I did not look at him as I mumbled, “Yes, sir.” He started staring at my face anyway.
“Is your… mouth swelling, Onyx?”
“Yes, sir. As is the usual result of me eating mangos.”
He grabbed my hand on its way to lift my fork to my mouth. “Please tell me you’re not allergic to mangos.”
I blinked like a deer caught in headlights, glancing between my crepe and Kieran’s face. “I’m… not… allergic? Sir?”
“Please tell me the honest truth about whether or not you’re allergic to mangos,” he amended, and I nodded. His mouth set in a tight line. “I asked you if you had dietary restrictions. Why didn’t you say anything?”
How was I supposed to know this is what he’d meant? “My apologies, sir. I thought… um, my mango allergy is included in the list of foods that the royal family did not allow me to have. I was under the impression that you did not care to know what they did not give me.”
“Well, yeah, but-” He released my hand, running his own hands through his braids and tugging on the ends. “I mean, I asked if there were foods you couldn’t eat. You said you could eat whatever I saw fit.”
“And if you saw fit to give me food I was allergic to, sir, I could eat it. I am grateful for any food I receive.”
“That’s not what I meant,” he hissed.
My eyes traced the grain in the table to avoid looking at him. “My apologies, sir. I did not mean to misinterpret your command.” Would Kieran punish me? Was he allowed to, out in public, in the middle of the day? Prince Ryan wouldn’t have tolerated it. Prince Ryan was in jail at Kieran’s order.
“How allergic are you? Are you risking your breathing ability when you eat mangos? Are- are you risking your life?”
“No, sir. I’m only mildly allergic. Previously, it hasn’t resulted in any more than mild swelling and itching.”
“I don’t have angel medicine,” he said through gritted teeth.
I was frustrating him, I knew, but I didn’t know how to respond to his questions. I knew how to respond to things Prince Cardan said, or Prince Ryan, or Her Majesty, but I did not know Kieran. I did not know what he wanted from me.
“My apologies, sir,” I said again. He shook his head sharply.
“It’s fine! It’s fine. I’m glad that your allergy isn’t worse than it is.”
His shoulders were tense, and when I glanced at him, he was glaring at the table too. It was not fine. I had messed up, and I hadn’t even said all the things I was supposed to say. “My sincerest apologies for not informing you of the allergy when you wanted me to, sir. It won’t happen again, and I would be grateful if you would punish me to help me remember.”
Kieran turned his glare toward me. I flinched back. How had I forgotten already how disapproving he had been when hearing about my punishments? Of course this was not what he wanted me to say. What was I supposed to say? I could fix this. I could still fix this, couldn’t I?
He started talking before I could, reaching out and taking my plate.
“I am,” he said, and his voice broke, so he cleared his throat and started over. “I’m going to take this back to the kitchen. Stay here until I return, please.”
I stared at him in horror as he stood up with the crepe. The royal family did not permit me to beg, didn’t permit me to want things enough to beg, but this was not the royal family. And it wasn’t want that I felt as he took my plate—it was plain old hunger. I had slept for maybe four hours the night before. I had been tired and hungry before, but the royal family was careful. Prince Ryan paid attention to my body’s limits. If I continued to be deprived of both sleep and food, I would collapse soon, and then I wouldn’t be useful to anyone at all.
“Please,” I blurted out when Kieran began to walk away. “Please, I- my apologies, sir, but I didn’t mean to seem ungrateful. I can eat it.”
“Onyx, I’m not going to force you to eat something you’re allergic to.”
“But you could, sir,” I insisted. My heart was racing, and I knew my words were too fast, not making sense, but I needed the crepe back. “You wouldn’t even have to force me. I appreciate you going out of your way to have breakfast made for me, and the mango really isn’t that bad, and-”
“Onyx.”
“Please, sir,” I repeated, trying not to cry. Her Majesty hated when I did that, when I tried to make other people feel guilty about my own body’s failings, but I couldn’t quite get rid of the pinch behind my eyes. It worsened and twisted until it turned into a familiar wetness building up behind my eyes. I couldn’t cry now, not if I wanted to convince him I deserved the crepe. “Please. I didn’t even eat half of it. I’m so hungry.”
Kieran stared at me for a long moment, eventually bringing his free hand to rest on my shoulder. I held as still as I could. It was okay if he punished me. I had broken so many rules in the past few hours, he had every right to correct me, but all he did was gently squeeze my shoulder.
“You’re going to eat breakfast,” he told me softly. “I am taking your crepe back to the kitchen, and I’m having them make a different one without mango for you. Okay? I’m sorry that I wasn’t clear about that. I’m not going to punish you, and I’m not going to starve you. I know I seem frustrated right now. I’m sorry. It’s not your fault.”
A different one, he said. Without mango. For me.
He’d just apologized to me while he explained that he was making me a personalized breakfast. People weren’t supposed to apologize to me. People weren’t supposed to give things to me.
I stared up at him. I remembered what he had said about how royalty is supposed to help subjects, about how he was the king.
“Thank you, sir,” I whispered.
He nodded, and then he turned around and briskly walked back toward the kitchen.
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taglist: @kaleidoscope-of-thoughts @toyybox @rainydaywhump @risk606 @jay--o
#if anyone ever holds this against kieran they are wrong he is my favorite bbg#(i lied you can have whatever opinion you want but STILL)#this is my fav kind of caretaker whumpee misunderstanding#when they're both so frustrated and confused and at a loss for what to do#cuz kieran is leaving specifically because he doesn't want to get too upset/emotional in front of onyx#like he's so aware that onyx went through Horrors and he HATESSSS ryan. but getting visibly frustrated around onyx is clearly not helping#so he's like... okay. i'll just take a quick break to scream into a pillow and then come back#and onyx does not exactly take that well!#rainbow's whump#the winged servant#rainbow's ocs#whump#onyx tag#kieran tag#also i thought i was foreshadowing soooo subtly with the whole 'there's a fruit that made my throat itch' thing last chapter#multiple people were like 'oh he's gonna eat smthn he's allergic to isn't he'#my foreshadowing wasn't subtle at all </3 lmaooo
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i'm the fury in your head i'm the ghost in the back of your head x
#ts4#sims 4#s4#the sims 4#sims#simblr#sim: jude#story tag#quick Jude pics#I rlly vibed w this one#the drums in Spanish Sahara is what he's jamming tf out to..my bb#maybe one day ill stop posing him with headphones#but he can barely go long without listening to music ...#needs smthn to fill the silence#and for some reason he looks naked without them?? lmao#this top is so cute on him#“his preferred style” Jude its just a mesh top and it shows off ur tattoos... wear these things MORE instead of big ol sweaters n pants
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wait like... do some ppl actually check all the blogs of people that interact with them? to vet out all the ones they dont want around? bc if so that sounds. exhausting?? how do people have time for that??
#i feel like ive seen the occasional mention that seems like some people do this and im like. HUH??? O.o#unless im misreading ???#like... if someone does then like. why do you care that much???#it seems like a huge waste of time??#and like. if ur that uncomfortable with just the idea that someone of [whatever it is youre vetting for] happens to just. like your post#i feel like... social media may not be for you#surely this must just be ppl that have like... less than a hundred followers or smthn#bc idk how someone would manage doinf this with amount of daily notifs i get#and im not even a huge huge blog#i just look at comments/tags/follows/asks when i go thru my notes#and if i find a comment/tag/ask that indicates theyre awful or saying something that makes me uncomfortable ill block#and on occasion i may check a follower just to give a quick once over to ensure theyre not a bot or something#but otherwise like.... why do ppl care so much about smaller interactions like a like/reblog#its like a person passing by you on the street#you shouldnt care if theyre something you disapprove of that badly just let them pass on#just let them say ''hey nice shirt'' and walk away
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NEWSFLASH!! 💥🍡🎸
#quick little warmup the other night#want to animate so bad!!#just gotta think of smthn to animate lol#animation
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world's finest (1990) #1
[ID: two in-universe drawings from two different orphan children talking about their heros. The first one is by Ann Gray, who's eight years old. She drew a surprisingly decent photo of Batman in front of a yellow background and wrote, ‘My hero — Batman. He is strong and fierce and he can beat anyone. He is very tall. He wears a cool suit with a bat on. He is not afrade of bullits and he saved my life (true). No one nows his reel name or address. the biggist crinminel in all the world could not make him sorender. Batman keeps gothum city safe for everyone and pets.’
The second drawing is by Zachary Sikes who's 12 and a half years old. He drew a photo of Superman using his heat vision as he flies. He wrote, ‘My Hero — Superman. My hero is Superman. He is able to fly and I have seen him lift up a car (with 2 peeple in it). If you hit him in the face then he will just laff. Every one likes him and he saved my life once. The big S on his shirt is for his name (Superman). He lives in Metroplis (where I used to life also). He keeps everything there in law and order.’ END ID]
#WAHHH#‘he keeps everything there in law and order’ ok but does he keep it safe for everyone and their pets?? /j#call this healing my inner child or whatever but as someone that went through A LOT of trauma as a kid... just smthn about these heros from#a child's point of view always gets to me... like both in their universe and also just comics aimed at a younger age group#like its so nice for me (20 yr old adult) to see children getting to have these heros & symbols & characters of hope and love and strength#an example i always think about is batman overdrive. of course it wasnt aimed at me so i didn't get the most enjoyment but there were so#many little cute parts and how they did slightly touch topics (from bruces depression to parent abandonment) in an age appropriate way#and knowing kids get more resources that i didnt at that time? just so nice to know and see#and in universe because yknow we always get the outside perspective and know these characters flaws and struggles#but just to have that innocent and simple perspective of seeing how a child sees and experiences these heros.... ough#<- lemme find that overdrive post to go along with this little ramble hold on...#oh also quick reassurance that i listened back with a screen recorder as always & it reads out fine with the children's spelling errors :)#c: world's finest (1990) | i: 1#crypt's panels#batman#superman#baa mun...
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im not gonna hijack that post but theres such an odd fixation i feel in general on the idea that you HAVE to argue and clap back and debate with every single person you see online (even knowing most of them do this in bad faith) and its so. are you not tired. do you know that when ur arguing out in the open like thst ESPECIALLY if you're not part of the group being targeted ur likely just exposing the people you know who ARE part of these minority groups to more vitrol that theyre likely already experiencing more than enough of and would like to avoid as much as possible. please block and move on more often.
edit: idk why this is getting attention all of a sudden but please dont be a clown in my tags or replies.
#cliffnotes/.txt#and also if it can be done in a way where that friend or mutual doesnt have to be exposed just send em a quick message on who to block#like xyz is racist and i saw em floating around so u should block them...#smthn to that degree idk#a lot of the ppl i block i never interact with.#add more people that u see having bad faith takes often to filters too#make your time online less miserable for you and the ppl u care abt#also i didnt even get into the fact that ppl are so ready to lile#push being agsinst xyz group more just to hate them than to care about the people affected#its always hate terfs but not love trans women#its always hate racists but dont love black and brown folk#hate misogynists but dont love women#its a lot of that and its odd#you have to care about and support others too.#you cant build a community off hate alone
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do yall ever think about how weird wash's fight scene in s12 is? specifically, that moment where he does that sideways flip while shooting (I believe) at felix? like wash is an enjoyer of combat rolls, my man is always rolling, but that one flip is a flashy, and dare I say, unnecessary move for wash to use.
I also find it interesting that they had him use his sidearm instead of his battle rifle, since in previous cqc situations wash has always used blades or blade like objects such as the epsilon unit. the only times I recall him using a magnum off the top of my head is when he shot south in s6, when he shot donut in s8, and when he threatened carolina in s10. if wash busting out his magnum, it's always symbolic of him letting some part of his personal feelings guide his actions, because shooting someone with a sidearm meant for close range is more intimate than using his primary mid/long range weapon.
this was obviously not the case in the s12 fight, and they probably did it just because it looked cool, but idk that's my random wash thought of the day.
#rvb#red vs blue#agent washington#mine#not t/oaru#look we all know that the chorus trilogy combat doesn't compare to monty's but idk i feel like they just didn't /get/ wash's fighting style#wash is pretty nimble and quick on his feet#he's not as graceful or as aggressive(?) as lina but he's definitely the kind of guy who doesn't just stand around and let himself get hit#words are not working atm so idk how to describe it but he's like not an exact equivalent but he acts as lina's counterpart among the dudes#like he's not staying in one place he's not muscle-ing his way through a fight he's dodging weaving dancing around his opponents#if he needs to get close he gets close if he needs to back off he backs off#carolina is short bursts of high intensity combat meant to overwhelm her opponents#wash is more focused on endurance and steadily picking away at his opponents over a longer period of time#but they both share that sort of “it's not bad if you don't let it hit you” mentality if that makes sense#also related to this post. why did he cut his hand and throw his blood on locus in the s13 fight. wash literally fought the meta who used#the same cloaking tech without needing to do anything like that bc he paid attention to his surroundings#or when he needed to take off his helmet to find locus via the trail from his gun#like yeah its cool but. idk it doesn't /feel/ like stuff wash would necessarily do you know?#idk I'm chalking it up to miles going like “my characters need to be so much better and so much cooler than these characters.” or smthn
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ok im officially of the mind that eftpos machines do NOT need a touchscreen
#just had a lady b too quick to tapping for smthn(i was too slow 2 putting in her total since i have 2 do it manually)#& she proceeded 2 mash ALL the possible buttons (INCLUDING THE NUMPAD THAT PUTS IN HER TOTAL & if it werent for the fact that her card-#-declined the batshit amount i wouldve had 2 refund her total in cash since no one knows how to refund via card#& it wouldve taken a while lmao#give me back my BUTTONS & DIALS & DOODADS!!!!!!!!#also worth mentioning that this wasnt the first time this kind of things happened at work
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someone stop me :)c
#just smthn quick. just a lil taste of kate & warren & vic & nathan's pov. for Funsies#i'm allowed to be unhinged. i'm allowed to commit acts of hubris in gdocs. (<- desperate fic author affirmations)#nebular.txt
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another paintover.... punkin
#just smthn quick bc ive had this in my head ever since my bf sent me the image <3#my art#my ocs#furry#fursona
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brain not working so CURLY FUR AU!! (man i wish i could draw i have so. many. doodle ideas) WAIT NO CHANGE OF PLANS THROWING CURLY FUR ANNE INTO THE MEETUP (she's gonna be mouse bc. well. y'know.)
Okay so this is how the rest of the group finds out about her curse. When they were doing nicknames, she voted herself to be Mouse, and everyone went along with it and forgot to ask why she chose that name.
WV!Sasha: There's a river up ahead, why don't we take a break and go swim? Sapphire(CiH!Anne): Oh yeah I haven't gotten to really use my scale since I left the Zora! Mouse, checking pockets: Uh, yeah, I have enough potions. One of the Marcys can just brew me some more later. Let's go! *Group at the river. Mouse is hesitant to get in, and asks a lot of questions about the current speed. Heron(BT!Sasha) sneaks up behind her and tosses her into the river.* Mouse: AHHH NO WAIT! Heron: Te water's fine! Stop bein' such a worrywart! Ye were excited earlier, wernt'cha? Besides, yer in dear need of a bath! *Mouse splashes into the water, dirt streaming off of her* Mouse: Aw man that was my protective layer against the rain. Domino, can you make sure my clothes don't get lost? Thanks! Domino: Uh, sure? Why though, you're wearing th- *Mouse has disappeared, and in her place is a very soggy... mouse. Emerald(CiH!Marcy), who was closest, quickly grabs the rodent, who was frantically paddling towards a nearby rock outcropping.* Emerald: Woah, a frizzled mouse? These guys are way different then the fellas they had back in the forest! Mouse(Who is currently a mouse, and mice usually do not speak.): Oh, is that why my fur is curly? Emerald: AHHHHHHHHH! THE MOUSE SPOKE! *Emerald accidentally flings Mouse, launching the squeaking rodent into the air. She lands right into C!Anne's (Canon) hair.* C!Anne: Hehe that tickles. Mouse: Oh thank frog I cannot handle flying again. Scary when you're small. *Uh and then there's explanations and junk so now they're drying out and Mouse is still a mouse.* WV!Marcy: Okay, so, let me get this straight. You met a creepy old lady in the forest who gave you a really suspicious potion and you drank it for some reason. Potion turned out to be a curse that turns you into a mouse whenever you're clean? And you can be turned back with another potion but it doesn't remove the curse? Mouse: Yeah that's about it. Domino: Okay well at least we have an explanation for why you're always dirty. Like, no offense girl, but you stink. Mouse: Hey! It's not that bad! *Doubtful looks from entire party*
uh and thats it im out of steam gonna go actually finish that kill anne fic have fun yall
#again. please. if anyone has nickname ideas for those without them i will take them please#OH WAIT I JUST GOT WHAT CiH'S CAN BE GONNA GO CHANGE THEM REAL QUICK#there doesn't it match? saphire ruby and emerald just like the stones#still need names for WV and canon tho. idk canon might just get to be their names? might do newt toad frog or smthn#kiwi's au meetup#curly fur au#calamity in hyrule au#wandering vagabond au#amphibia#bronze toad#shit just realized i never involved CF sash and marcy um whatever they just stayed silent and watched shit go down or something
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“ when was the last time you had anything to eat? ” (yuu for idia)
he's buzzing with nervous energy, fingertips pressing and pulling subtly at the sleeve of his jacket. something about the way he asks is really intense; like he's going to scold him if he answers wrong. " wow! what a question! " gaze drawn away, to the side, as he really tries to think on that. does yuu mean... snacks? or food. like food food. not like ortho doesn't push him to actually eat food, but not even his brother can keep an eye on him all the time. and idia... for all his brilliance and ingenuity-- is very forgetful. " ohhh i had something this morning, and... " brows scrunch up. " you know, some little uh... things. between. class... and... yeah... "
alone / @paramythas
#𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐒𝐊. / idia#oh. .. babiee ...#pls make him eat smthn more than just#hgjhdfjkgh quick foods and snacks im
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