#purps is such a fucking cute nickname

[petpetpinixy]

the fact that you can just say i love you. and dave says it back. and jack calls him purps. hang on i gotta go scream into a pillow

[writer-komaru]

Okay Okay but like- dies from sweetest overload

(I’m simping so fucking hard TvT eheh-) (female reader hinted btw, barely tho.)

Mikaaaaaaannnn!~

•~Now playing ~ Sappho~•

Mikan would be the sweetest girlfriend <3

She’s the kind of girlfriend to give you random small presents just because she wanted to. :)

Such a sweetie pie, she blushes form the smallest things, I.e. a nickname you give her, a hug, a compliment, etc!~

(And also, this way just be my oppinion, but I really think that Mikan [not despair Mikan] would truly be a sweetheart, no dark intentions or anything like that in her mind. She may fall in revealing positions and such but she truly doesn’t mean to! It’s all an accident! Many think that she has a secret kinky side, too, but at for me I just think she’s full of fluff. But how’s lot the time for smut talk! Time for more fluff)

She gets very nervous when it comes to physical affection though because of all she went through. So please, take it slow with her. Thoughhhhhh….. and you didn’t hear it from me…. But a small, faint kiss to the tip of her nose is enough to make her heart burst!~

She will get so blushy and anxious, but will feel very greatful and happy as well. She’s glad she met someone like you. Your so important to herrrr~

Go on some dates together! Not just outdoorsy dates but at home ones, too! Like movies, games, etc! She will cherish every second you two spend together.

And I can’t say this enough, she is so easy to make blush! The touch of your thigh accidentally against hers, your hands touching as you both go to grab a piece of popcorn, and heaven forbid, prolonged eye contact. It all makes her pale face turn bright pink!

Sometimes at night she will get nightmares, so staying up a bit late to text you becomes routine! You both with exchange sweet remarks (mostly you, though!) and silly jokes. She will giggle lightly to herself, her lovesick eyes glued to her phone.

And don’t get me started on before you started dating! Every time she saw you she would freeze, so nervous to even step into the classroom. You looked so happy chatting to you other classmates, you morning light reflecting off of your eyes made you look even more angelic then normal.

“Hmm? Tsumiki? Why are you so stiff? Need a massage?!”

Ibuki’s energetic voice snapped her back into reality. She let out a sudden mouse like shriek, falling forward and onto her face, luckily she put her arms out to land on her forearms. But… this gave Ibuki a full view of her… delicates.

“Woah!!! You have the cutest panties, Tsumiki! Can I try them on?!”

“Eeeeee!!!! I’m s-s-so sorry, Mioda!!! P-please…. Please f-f-forgive meeeee!!!”

Anyways, on the luckier side, she sat right next to you! When Chisa would be turned around, sometimes her eyes would wander off and into yours. They were so enchanting… it was so hard to pull them away when Chisa turned back around.

And, for the sake of love, her pen accidentally fell on the ground, she would begin to reach down to grab it, just to be cut off by…

“Oh! Don’t worry, I got it!”

You bent down to grab her pen, handing it back to her with a smile. Your smile… it was so bright, so shiny, she almost thought she would go blind. With a quivering hand she accepted her pen back, her eyes still stuck to you~

And after class, when you were eating outside, you thought about how cute she was. Such a sweet voice and personality…. It was inevitable that you fell for her. And there she was, sitting alone, right by a bed of pink and purple flowers. You decided to get up to approach her with a smile and a wave. She froze once again as she heard you approach.

“Hey, why are you sitting all alone? Need some company?”

“U-u-um! Y-you don’t… d-don’t have t-t-to…”

“Is it okay if I want to?”

“T-t-then you.. you c-can…”

“Thank you!!!”

She looked down at her lunch, biting her lip. She was so nervous, so scared, but the feeling of you next to her just…. Felt right. She could never describe it.

Your eyes locked onto a light pink flower with a tiny bit of purple around the center, and reached for it.

“Look at how pretty this is, Tsumiki.”

She nodded. It was a very pretty flower.

But, she felt like time froze when your hand approached hers. She honestly expected you to hit her or something like that, but no. You placed the flower behind her ear.

“There! It looks even prettier when you wear it!”

She was at a loss for words, her fingertips brushing the petals lightly. You were so nice and sweet to her, like a guardian Angel reaching out to her. Your warm smile…. It was all too much for this poor girl. She couldn’t help the tears that pricked at her already puffy eyes. They dripped down her cheeks which stretched into a small smile. She looked at you with love, pure, pure, love.

“T-th…. Thank you.”

[whirlybirbs]

@some-geek-author tagged me in 25 questions! thanks, my love! these are so fun + cute + i love doing these. catch me out here living off these like they’re my old deviantArt journals.

nickname: i don’t have one, but everyone calls me hope and hopey if they’re feelin’ affectionate. it’s cute! it works!

zodiac: ☉ leo ☽ leo ↑ sagittarius 

height: 5'2″, i am small

time: 4:01pm

favorite band/artist: o fuck, i don’t really have any favorites, but i really love glass animals! i love me some freaky tunes.

song stuck in my head: elastic by joey purp, i swear to god, this song fuckin’ slaps. it fucks, it pops off. please listen to this. i will grind on steve rogers to this song someday.

last movie i saw: captain marvel! 

last thing i googled: "thor smiling”, i’m not even kidding, following 6 month baby immunizations bc i needed to know what isabella was getting swole with as reference to @cyber-nya‘s triple frontier fic!

other blogs: this is it, aside from an old aesthetic one i don’t touch anymore.

do i get asks: i have 4,459 in my inbox, so, uh, yea, i do

why did i choose this username: it’s obscure enough that non-mtmte/tf blogs thought i just really liked birds. which, works bc i do love birds. but, also it isn’t confined to one fandom in particular. it’s also fun to say.

following: friends mostly, and peeps who interact with my fics constantly. i am really bad at keeping tabs on my followers, but i try to follow as many of you that are always liking my stuff/commenting.

average amount of sleep: 5-6 hours with some coffee? mm, good shit.

lucky number: 21? uh, i don’t really have one, but i like the number 21. and 7. 

what am i wearing: nasty ass gym clothes -- i gotta change and hike my ass back to boston in a bit, bye bye spring break. i’ll probably do jeans and a hoodie + my flannel bc i am a loser with no sense of style.

dream job: a paid content creator. whether it be writing, youtube-ing, podcast-ing... anything. i love making! make me famous! i wanna run a panel!

dream trip: st. john’s or galaxy’s edge when it’s open

favorite food: shanghai style pork buns or ben + jerry’s bob marley ice cream

play any instruments: my terrible vocal chords, do those count?

eye color: hazel!

hair color: it was raspberry, but now she’s back to her usual dark dark brown.

describe yourself as an aesthetic: the city is asleep but you and your friends aren’t, it’s summer and you’re laughing under the lights of the corner-store 7-eleven. your mouth is blue from a slurpee and you’re dancing to no music. under foot, the mbta rattles by as the last train leaves downtown crossing.

languages you speak: like i mentioned in my accent challenge, i took spanish pre-k through 12 and i blow at speaking; my abilities are pretty limited to conversational stuff

most iconic song: one time, i climbed on TKE’s pong table and lip-synced the entirety of bonfire by childish gambino. that was, like, a peak moment. gotta love freshmen year. 

random fact: i’m a graphic design major who never makes edits on tumblr.

tagging: @hlundqvists @pandalandalopalis @gildedjerk @tellmeoflegends @midgardian-witch @mcuvellous @missredherring @firefeatherx @gryffindorwriter @i-said-goddameron @thatdamnokie

[roseamongroses]

Antithesis: Dear Diary: why?

[Specific-Summary]:  They should expect growing pains. For not everything to feel right or make sense. That doesn't mean it'll always hurt, nor does it mean they can't have fun along the way. It's senior year. Everything may be different. It won't be senior year for long. Everything will be okay.

[General Warnings]: Implied Emotional Abuse, Implied Physical Abuse, Bad Parents are Bad Parents, Mild Sexual Content/jokes,Mentioned Homophobia, Mentions of underage drinking (backround), Some Catcalling,Cursing , Self Hate,implied pregnancy talk/inability to become pregnant, adults arguing where the “kid” can hear it, adults drinking, 

[Tags/mood:] highschool au,  fluff and angst but its all good, chat fic, teen stress, its flordia no snow we die like men [Pairing:] Roceit (Roman Sanders/ Deceit Sanders), hinted future/possible logince/roloceit/loceit [Characters]Roman Sanders/Deceit (Dmitri) Sanders, Virgil Sanders, Logan Sanders, Patton Sanders, Remy (Sleep) Sanders, Nate Sanders, Dragon Witch (Diana) Remus “The Duke” Sanders (minor/brief)

(Ao3) (Previously)

(8) (9) (10) (11) (12) (13) (14) (15)

(16) (17)

(Note: Please check the general warnings and character list before continuing since some changes have been made and I don’t want to throw you off later on) 

Roman slung the scarf across his shoulders, “You think I should pack this?” he said, striking a pose, “You think it’s gonna be too hot for summer or?”

“You do look good in red...” Dmitri glanced up from his laptop, still typing, “And it’s better than your fifteen--separately bought-- white jeans.”

Roman flung a trench coat at his face. “Glass-fuckin houses babe, half your closet is black and boring--plus I like the white, ” he protested, “And don’t you think the red will be a bit too much with my hair?” he untucked his curls from underneath the scarf, smoothing the sides.

Dmitri laughed, “You’re the definition of a bit too much, Ro,” he said, “But if it means anything the reds been fading for a while now,”

“Wait really?” Roman picked up a hand mirror, angling it with a frown, “Dammit,” he said, “Virgil might still have some bleach left over, but I don’t want to kill my curl pattern like he did…”

“Then don’t redye it,” Dmitri shrugged, “You’ll look good regardless.”

Roman fluffed his hair, pouting in the mirror, “How good?”

Dmitri rolled his eyes, “Fishing early I see,” he said, pausing his typing to take a better look, “The red hair nice, but the brown will soften your features since there ’ll be less contrast.”

“I’dunno if I want to ‘soften my features though...It’d look cute, but...maybe if I cut my hair?” Roman tugged the scarf off, “.…people would take me more seriously.”

“Now why would you…” Dmitri paused, setting his laptop aside nodding, “Come over here, let me take a closer look.”

Roman eyed him warily.

“C’mon now, I’ve been dating you for what? A little over a year, Have a little faith,” Dmitri defended, “I’m not a snake tricking you into sinning,”

Roman crossed his arms, eyeing him up and down, “You’ve done it before--remember?”

“Oh that was fun and you know it, now c’ mere,” He offered a hand.

“It was,” Roman sighed, relenting and taking his hand. Dmitri tugged him to his knees, Roman making panicked noises as they bumped foreheads and he used Dmitri’s shoulders to steady himself, “Close enough?”

Dmitri tilted his head, “A bit closer.”

“Closer?” Roman’s lips barely brushed his.

“There we go--would you look at that,” Dmitri murmured, “A handsome prince if I’ve ever seen one…” Roman’s expression softened and Dmitri continued, “Whoever you’re trying to impress would be stupid not to take you seriously, especially with your anal work ethic--mmph,” Dmitri’s hands flew to Roman’s waist only slightly caught off guard as Roman closed the distance. The sloppy kiss eventually dissolved into Roman peppering Dmitri’s face between giggles.

“Either you’re rewarding me or you’re trying to distract...” Dmitri’s joke died off, eyes fluttering as Roman’s attention dipped lower, trailing his jaw, “Oh that’s...that’s nice…Your brother out?”

“Mhm,” Roman hummed contemplatively, before pulling back a bit, “ Yeah he is, but...I dunno I’m not really in the mood for that…Sorry..”

“You don’t need to apologize every time you know?” Dmitri leaned into Roman’s chest, feeling Roman’s hands nestle into his hair.

“It’s just so...weird.” He could hear the frown in Roman’s voice, “Is it weird? I’m going to be gone for a while too…Am I being a bad boyfriend?”

“You’re not weird, it's normal.”

“But--” Roman’s voice was quiet, “--- it’s not like you’re not attractive-- but--I dunno-- sometimes actually doing stuff like that is just...ugh I can’t even describe it.”

“The other guys might be horny bastards 24/7, but it’s perfectly normal for you Roman.” Dmitri said, “If you want to kiss we can kiss if you want to cuddle and talk we can do that too.”

“Talk’n’cuddle,” Roman mumbled and Dmitri smiled.

“So how are you feeling about the trip?”

“Oh, I’m absolutely horrified--” Roman easily spun into a rant,” I have to be holed up in that infested dung heap with that odorous rat with only my beautiful tia’s cooking as solace?” He sniffed appalled.

“Huh,” Dmitri snickered, “I’ve never heard that nickname for Virgil.”

“I’m not...talking about Virgil.”

---

R: XXX.notalink/rated:m/dontclickfortheloveofgod/dJDoJi90

Rem: WHAT THE FUCK ROMAN Rem: WHY WOULD YOU SEND THAT

L: Why the hell didn’t you read the link first

Rem: WHO THE FUCK READS Rem: GOD NEVER AGAIN

L: I highly doubt it's that bad

L:....I stand corrected

Rem: you clicked the link too didn’t you

L: In the name of science of course

Rem: ROMAN WHY DID YOU SEND THAT

R: ;)

Rem: EXPLAIN YOURSELF

R: ;) XXXX.notalink/rated:m/oopsididitagain/dskfJjfd9dsf3gds

L: That one is more weird than disgusting

Rem: WHY DO YOU KEEP CLICKING ON THEM

L: Why is Roman still sending them?

V: as much as i like smearing my brothers good name that isn’t roman

V: [Roman conked out on the couch, in a sweatshirt and shorts, drool pooling. Jpeg]

Rem: cute photo, 10/10 L: Agreed.

V: god both of you fuckin s t op i t s t o p s t o p

R: XXXX.notalink/rated:m/you filthylinkreaders/d3gds789jk

Rem: just bc you have issues with compliments doesn't mean roman does

L:Here we go again I guess...

V; roman doesnt have any fuckin boundaries

Rem: yes, yes he does Rem: they may be thin but he Does have them

V:sorry but he’s way too nice about it

Rem: weve more then established that me calling him cute is okay and i require the sustenance of doting on him okay? Like i get it ive pushed a bit too hard before but like im trying ok???

V: k k I i hit the breaks a bit too soon this 1 time but it’s ducking thin ass ice and I’m not above sending y’all to an icy tomb if you get gross. Roman may be a bastard but he’s still baby

L:Translation: He understands your reasoning and agrees he overreacted, but this won’t stop him from questioning our intents and calling out certain actions. Roman may be okay with joking around with stuff like that and being the center of attenuation, but he’s still self conscious and sensitive.

V:why must you add feelings and adult reasoning to everything

L: How dare you accuse me of having feelings

R: XXXX.notalink/rated:m/unicornhornsanddragontails/3nskjJ03 R: XXXX.notalink/rated:m/specA-Z/54Kjjf9n R: XXXX.notalink/rated:m/asliceofme/fljkl29mfJ

R: XXXX.notalink/rated:m/laughsinspanish/5Kjd8

Rem:ye feelings are gross so moving on

Rem: anyway who the fuck is this

V: the bastard

R: you can call me duke [video of Roman, Virgil, and Remus as toddlers, Virgil playing with blocks and listening to some music while in the background Remus follows Roman around.mp3] [image of Roman, Virgil, and Remus currently. jpeg]

V: the bastards name is remus

R: THE. DUKE.

V: FUCK. YOU.

Rem: why the shits have i never met them and why the FUCK does he look more like roman then you do virgil

V: i think it's bc rem doesnt cover up his freckles

V: but yeah my mom and tia had a falling out

R: more like my dad was an asshole

Rem: oh shit same

R: shitty dad squad hmu ;)

Pat: oh hey!!! Me too!!!!

V: yeah it was Not Fun and mom and mama refused to let us go back until tia got a divorce

R: XXXX.notalink/rated:m/deodarant/298jksf

R:XXXX.notalink/rated:m/sPicydeodarant/23kjfJ

L: Are you done yet? They’re getting repetitive at this point.

---

Sun beating on his forehead, Dmitri’s chest was light and airy. His hair was tied up in a high ponytail as he worked on repotting some of his nursery plants. Usually, he’d be listening to music, but his aunt had left early that morning for some appointment so he relished the silence.

Brushing the dirt from his hands, he winced at the fresh cuts lining his knuckles.

“You’re still out here?”

Dmitri almost jumped at Dr. Montag’s voice, “Sorry for the mess” he said, gripping the nursery pot tighter, “I-I’ll clean it up right away…”

Dr. Montag crouched, waving him off, “There’s no need. I’m running a few errands for your aunt,” his hands barely brushing the leaves of one, “This is a Yucca right?”

“Uh,” Dmitri blinked, “Yeah it is,”

He laughed, “Don’t look so surprised-- I know things,” he stood back up, “Like how to use google. It’s rather impressive that y’all manage to keep up with so many of these.”

“Barely,” Dmitri relaxed, refocusing, “We used to have a lot more, but without my dad...it got overwhelming,” he shook his head, “It’s the only thing we really….It keeps us busy..”

“This is more than busy--you put a lot of work into these, anyone should be proud,” He murmured, studying Dmitri again, “I’ll be gone in a few, just need to grab her purse. You need anything from the store?”

“Uh...No,” Dmitri frowned, “I don’t.”

---

LilRed: COLLEGE BOARD CAN SUCK MY ASS LilRed: THIS BITCH GOT A FIVE

BlueRanger: Which class?

LilRed: APUSH

BlueRanger: Nice, good job

LilRed:

LilRed:

PurpleRain: L you fuckin broke him

PurpleRain:like I legit just heard a fuckin thud I think he fell

BlueRanger: I just told him good job?

LilRed: i die from validation i die w/o validation

BlueRanger: Please don’t die

PurpleRain: thats a lame ass way to die

LilRed: @purplebitch i feel so loved

PurpleRain: mama didnt raise us for us to die so b o r i n g l y

LilRed: SO HOW DO YOU SUGGEST I DIE

PurpleRain: idk im feelin,,,,rain,,,,,lots of it,,, maybe you’re watching the sea,,,,

PurpleRain: okay I got it

PurpleRain: you’re wearing a white sundress, the ends tattered but well loved. The coast empty with nly the lapping of waves your company. You’re thinking, a lot. Not of anything particular, but thinking nonetheless. The ocean always makes you think, always makes you remember--bringing about a bittersweet tinge of remorse to your heart, but no tears ever fall.

PurpleRain:You make it a habbit to watch the sunrise each day, relishing in the sobering feelings it invokes Maybe you're a masochist at heart

LilRed:maybe it’s maybelline

PurpleRain:I AM HAVING A MOMENT PRINCEY

PurpleRain: one day, you hear footsteps approach, and assume it's your lover returned from war. The news of it's end just coming days prior and making your ventures to the coast sparked with an unfamilar hopefulness.

PurpleRain: instead when you turn around, you do not feel your heart soar. Instead it sinks. An icy panic spreading through you, a curl of dread closing your throat, it's grip tight. You need to move; to get away from them. But you cant. You cant.

PurpleRain: one shot is all it took.

PurpleRain: one.

BlueRanger:....Concern.

PurpleRain: dnd just started again im prepping ok

LilRed:fuckin nerd

LilRed: huh…. i should get a sundress tho

PurpleRain: i have a few bookmarked ill show you later

BlueRanger: Is That Really What Y’all Are Taking Away From This

---

“And so the shop explodes-no not explodes it's in flames and they have the audacity--the au,” Roman coughs readjusting the webcam, “They have the audacity to play ‘Somebody to love’ as he’s fuckin mourning,” he gestured angrily, “Like Neil might as well come into my house and stomp on my heart.”

Dmitri nodded along, amused at the combination of camera lag and Roman’s erratic movements, “Before or after you watch the next episode?” he asked.

“It’s gonna have to be after cause I already finished the season. I never recovered from that scene though, ” Roman shrugged, tapping his jaw thoughtfully, “Probably should’ve started working on my commission sheet,”

“The same sheet you said you were going to start last month?”

“Yes the same one,” Roman blew out an exasperated huff, flopping into his hands, “I don’t know why it’s so hard --I feel scummy for pricing ‘too high’ and like shit for pricing ‘too lo--,” A notification rang, and he glanced over the screen, eyebrow raised, “Huh, Lo’s callin’ to video chat, you mind if I add’em?”

“Nah, go ahead,” Dmitri said, starting to fold the pile of towels.

“Alrighty,” He answered the call, “What’s up ner-” his face lit up, “Princess!”

Giggles erupted from the screen and Dmitri glanced up curious. On the screen instead of Logan was a small girl animatedly talking to Roman. She had two front teeth missing, glitter coloring her cheeks and rainbow beads rattling each time her braids moved.

“Woah, Woah-Woah,” Roman snorted, “Slow down hon, where’s your brother? Does he know you’re using his computer?”

“He’s in the shower,” she said, batting her eyes, “And know is a very strong word, but I can assure you he’s...aware?”

“Mmm, I won’t tell if you don’t,” he said, “So what’s the fairest of the land need?”

She beamed, “You at my birthday party.” she said, more of a command than anything.

Roman made of show of mulling it over, unable to keep a straight face, “I think I can make it.”

Her fist punched the air, “Ya--”

“Nieve,” Logan’s voice called out sternly.

Her eyes shot wide and she scrambled out of frame. Seconds later, Logan reappeared in the frame without his glasses, towel tucked to his chest. He didn’t look particularly mad.

He squinted blearily at the screen, “Roman? “ his gaze slid over, “Dmitri? Shit sorry did she bug you?”

“Not at all,” Roman reassured, “It’s been a while since I came over anyway,”

Logan grabbed their glasses, adjusting the frames, “Yeah...I guess it has...Since you’re here did you get that email from the school?”

“Yeah, it’s bullshit, “ Roman said, rolling his eyes, “If the state cared they would have found the funds somewhere else, it’s all shady as fuck. ”

Logan nodded, saying goodnight before disconnecting.

As soon as his icon disappeared, Roman said, “Huh, that...reminded me,”

Dmitri started on the next pile of laundry, “Of what?” he said, brow pinched, concerned.

“I’ dunno something Remy brought up…” Roman said, playing with his hands, “It’s stupid really but---”

He yelped falling to the floor, Remus victoriously sliding into the rolling chair. He spun wildly, the web camera a laggy blur, with only loud obnoxious kissing noises heard amongst the screaming.

Eventually, Remus slowed down, and it was jarring how much he and Roman looked alike. It was more unnerving seeing such a sleazy look with Roman’s face.

“Oh Dmitri,” Remus mocked, even adopting the heavy accent Roman usually placed on his name, “Embrace me with those big, long artist hands of yours, god I’m going to melt--"

“Shut up--shut up! You Rat-- give it back-give it back--” Roman whined, clambering over the chair, elbowing him, “Give it back, fuckin- MOM,” At one point Roman managed to wrestle the laptop from Remus, kicking him out of the chair and sending him off with a finger-- which Remus promptly returned.

Dmitri’s silently wheezed as Roman turned around visibly frazzled, “God I forgot what I was say-Are you laughing at me?” he said, “Stop it--stop laughing it’s not--”

“It-” Dmitri’s covered his mouth, shoulders shaking “It kinda is,” He said between snorts, only laughing harder at the offended noises Roman made.

As his snickers died down, Roman crossed his arms, “You done yet?” he sniffed.

“Yeah…” he gasped, “Yea...h... I am…” he blinked a bit, a slow smile spreading across his face, “So... what’s this about my hands?”

Roman’s eyes shot wide, incoherent babbling coming from his mouth as his ears turned a bright cherry. He slowly shrank out of frame to promptly die.

---

@daflangstlairde

@ace-anx

@cataclysm-al

[thatcharmingjerk]

Rules: Tag 10 people you would like to get to know better

Tagged by: @sipulijuttu Thank you comrade!!!

Name/Nickname: Sasha 

Relationship Status: gay.......so hella gay.......

Favorite Color: Black, turqousise,gold, red

Pets: Aamu the amazing asshole GSD and 4 mice, Maggie Smith, Kylo Reaper Wolfgang, Kultu Von KultaLettu and Kanelikierre..!

Last song I listened to: Genghis Khan

Favorite TV Show: Purp hurp idk.... MLP maybe atm?? |’’D (its dumb and cute ok???) also House MD forever..! also Top Gear, haha..! oH!! ThE VIKINGS!!! 

First Fandom: Moomins I think

Hobbies: Uhhh....... atm..... i dont do much....but usually art (painting, drawing, photography, going to galleries) walking with Aamu, reading..... its fucked how little i’ve lately done any of these fuck, and oh well Flight Rising i guess??

Books that I’m currently reading: Wolf named Romeo

Favorite Book: American Gods by Neil Gaiman is a good answer -u- 

Worst thing you’ve ever eaten/tasted: P E A S O U P, also all the cabbage foods ew.....

Favorite Place: By the sea ;;A;; Or a lake?? Also somewhere warm!!

Tag: @kiivipylly @theonlygayinoulu @sorasusi @niborniac @captaindreadbeard