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coffinshaped · 3 days ago
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I was gushing about CapoVib with friends yesterday and I just had to draw themmmmmm!!! If u wanna hear me ramble rq....
I just wanna talk about why i like this ship so much!!!
I mostly see them together post canon. In my insane delusional mind, I think that Vibiano could always see how truly insecure Capochin was under his confident ficade. He knows this man needs tender love and care, someone to love him the way he deserves to be loved. Someone who can reciprocate his devotion. I think Vibi is usually very self interested and doesnt go out of his way to make people feel good but, Capos different. He wants that man to feel good after all hes been through, he wants to build him up. So in their relationship, I think he'd be very loving and affectionate, No hollow compliments either, he means what he says and wants to make Capo feel loved and handsome! QvQ Capochin, I feel, may be reserved and probably pretty scared to give his heart to anyone else after Inspekta/Hector but again, in MY CRAZY FUCKED UP BRAIN, I think Vibi becomes someone he can trust bc they also have history together. Vibi knew Capo before Inspekta, before all the responsibility and before the tragedy. Vib also seems like he's level headed and laid back. Emotionally mature and nurturing (when he wants to be lol) so Capo can feel at ease with him for fuckin once in his life. He feels safe (he still has reservations tho, hector/inspekta rally fucked him up. He's got trust issues) and develops real feelings for Vibi. The have to take things slow at first, not defining their relationship for a while but once they find their footing and establish their relationship BABYYYYYYYY!!! They become the most obnoxious couple bc theyre both like "WERE SUCH HOT SHIT! YALL HOES CANT TAKE UUUSSSS!!!"
Anyways, rambling over LOL! I JUST LIKE THEM ALOT OKAY!!! I could say more, maybe another time :3c please forgive any poor grammar and lack of punctuation im not a writer lol
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aninipanin1 · 11 hours ago
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HOW DID YOU TWO MEET?
Notes: Nothing but pure fluff! AU about Adult Miss or rather Mrs. Manager with each love interest hehehe. Also, since this is an AU it might not be accurate to the future of the BLLK players so please forgive me.
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LAVINHO
"What do you want now, mi niña y niño?" A deep chuckle left his mouth, catching the two who crashed beside him on the couch, laying their upper bodies on his lap. 6-year-old Rey and 3-year-old Ana found themselves splayed across their father's hold.
"Papa! Papa! Guess what?" The energetic boy asked, bouncing on the couch to which the blonde man just raise an eyebrow at.
"What? What's got you two so energetic so early?" He laughed, booping both their noses which only made the two flinch before pouting at the ticklish feeling.
"We asked Mama how you two met, but she told us to ask you instead... Can you tell us, por favor?" The meeker of the two, Ana asked a little shy. Now that got Lavinho's attention, smirking at the two, albeit teasingly.
"Por què? What's got you two so curious, huh?"
"Our friends all know how their mama and papa met, but we don't. Please, Papa?" He was not planning to hide the story on how you both met, but the siblings' case became a little stronger when they gave him their irresistible puppy eyes. He knew he can never say no to their puppy eyes.
He was always impressed with how you managed to say no to their cute eyes, but alas, someone has to be the strict parent, and he was not built to be that parent to the two.
"¿Por què no? Come here." He pulled the two in and started to tell them about his time in Blue Lock and how you saw him first at a party (child friendly version of a bar), but seriously met at the Facility.
"What's Blue Lock, Papa?" Rey asked curiously.
"You two were not born yet then, but it was a place where young brats competed in Football."
"Ooh! Did Papa win?!"
"Yeah! Papa is the best player ever!" The man just laughed heartily, definitely feeling his ego being boosted by the enthusiastic praise from.his bel9ved children.
"Right?! But Papa did not compete. He only taught some people there, like your Uncle Bachira and Uncle Otoya." And to that, they gasped, after all these years you remained in contact with the Blue Lock players, but due to Bachira and Otoya playing for Barcha and your family living in Spain, the kids were the closest to the two.
"Really?! Wow...Papa is so cool!"
"Yeah! Uncle Bachira and Uncle Otoya are very good players! So that means Papa is good too!"
"Of course! But, the moment I met your mama, I was so stunned you know? She was very smart and pretty, so Papa felt a little starstruck."
And there was no lie to it. He did remember his team laughing and mocking him for being too wonderstruck whenever you talked to him that he would shut his mouth up, which was weird and so not his usual cool and energetic self.
But, then again, who can blame him? You were always so hot, and even after so many years, that did not change.
"Mama is always pretty!" Ana exclaimed, always looking up to her beloved mother. After all, you will always be the prettiest woman in her eyes, and she wishes she could be like you when she grows up.
"Mama is smart! She helps me with homework." Rey nodded, remembering the many nights you would stay up with him just to help him with all of his schoolworks or teaching him lessons he did not get.
"She is. Buuuut, Papa did have to win your mama over, since there were other men like me who liked her." He said with a laugh, remembering the old days where his fellow mentors and some other players would try to win you over. The several shenanigans from him and the others were definitely entertaining and he did miss the competition a bit.
However, he loves his life with you now even better. And, he would never let his ex-competitors live the fact that you became HIS wife and not theirs.
"Mama...Papa's laughing like a maniac again." Rey pointed out. Lavinho has been laughing evilly for a few seconds now as he remembered his pathetic ex-competitors. Unbeknownst to him, you already walked in the living room from the kitchen, raising an eyebrow at your husband.
"Mama...is Papa okay?" Ana asked, holding unto your pants, worried for her father. Meanwhile, you just rolled your eyes at the man, before carrying the little girl while holding the little boy's hand.
"He's fine, that's just how your Papa is. Let's eat breakfast, shall we?"
CHRIS PRINCE
"Please, Daddy! Tell us!"
"Aww, of course! What do you want to know, my little princesses?" Chris asked, patting the twin girls' hair. Alice and Elise are both curious kids, getting their father's athleticism and mother's curiousity and intelligence.
It was definitely both a blessing and a curse, seeing as to how they are always so full of energy, running around in full speed while also talking everyone's ears off with the most ridiculous questions a person can ever ask.
However, to Chris, his little girls were the cutest to ever live! No single part of them was annoying to him, no matter how many questions they asked (mainly because he was also annoying), and he is almost always the one to quickly entertain any of the girls' questions.
"How did you and Mommy meet?!" Elise asked from her place on her father's chest, her little hands busy with playing with his blonde hair, the same hair that mirrored that of the twins.
Now that got him smirking, tuning to both the twins, who looked more than eager to hear the story.
"Do you really wanna know?"
"Yes! Yes please daddy!" Alice cheered, abandoning her busy work at playing with her father's larger hands. The two snuggled close to Chris' chest, eyes wide while looking up at him expectantly, which only made the man laugh.
He then started to recount the moment he met you, how you were oh so oblivious to him and the rest of the men's attempts at winning you over and how, eventually, you started to return his feelings.
"What did you do, daddy? How did you make mommy love you?"
"Weeell, it was not easy. The first time I asked your mommy on a date, it was because it was all a huge mistake. I asked her out on a date, but she thought I meant by a meeting and...well, I wore a fancy outfit while she wore her cute tracksuit. Turns out I was a little too vague, buuut it all worked out in the end, and she ended up agreeing on a second date." He sweatdropped at the memory, feeling so bad to see you so confused.
He did act like a pussy, not being clear enough with his intentions but till this day, he is oh so thankful he made that mistake. Else, if he did ask you clearly out on a date, then there could have been a larger possibility of you saying no to him. That meant the domino effects that happened would have never happened.
And, at the end of it all, he probably would not have the beautiful family he currently has now. He could not even imagine not having his three beloved girls, they were his everything, his pride and joy.
"So that means Daddy is happy even if it all started as a mistake?" Elise asked to which the man just patted her head.
"Of course! If it did not happen, then both of you wouldn't be here. Besides...it did not seem like your mother minded me on that date-"
"Minded you on what?"
You asked, entering the front door after going on a quick run to a nearby store, only to find your family giggling away on the couch while in the middle of talking about something entertaining it seems.
Well, as entertaining as something relating to you, that is, because you did hear your name earlier.
"Mommy! You're back!" You smiled at the greeting, hugging Alice, who immediately stuck on your leg.
"Hi, pumpkin. What are you guys talking about?" Sitting on the couch beside Chris, you turned to them with a questioning look in your eye. The man just wrapped one arm around you before turning to the girls on both of your laps.
"I'm just telling the kids about how we met, darling."
"Oh...well, did you tell them about how you threw a tantrum when Snuffy-san took me out on a date before you did?" Now that made him stop, eyes turning into a glare of jealousy as you and the girls started to chuckle at his reaction.
"Hey, in my defence, I met you before he did! And I have been flirting with you ever since I met you. Don't I deserve a date before him?" He frowned, his arm wrapping around your shoulder before placing his head ontop of your shoulder.
"I guess. But hey, who's ahead of who now, right?"
Chris' eyes looked down at you, his beautiful wife of years now, and the twins whom he love very much and thought, yeah you were right. He did win in life, didn't he?
MARC SNUFFY
"I'm home!"
The player stored his shoes on the rack before plopping his bag on the couch. Looking around the living room, he was a bit confused seeing as to how it was so unusually quiet.
"Dear? Matteo? Where are you both?"
He raised an eyebrow at this. Going up the stairs, a smile slowly appeared on his lips the moment his ears picked up on soft, familiar giggles and laughs coming from one of the rooms.
Opening the door, there he found you sitting on your shared bed with him while holding up with what seemed to be an old photo album. Beside you was Matteo, who was unblinking while looking at the pictures in awe, sometimes nodding to what you told him or even laughing at some stories you told while he laid his head comfortably on your pregnant belly.
"Oh, welcome home, love! Sorry we didn't hear you." You said the moment you lifted your head and found your husband standing in the doorway. The moment Matteo noticed his father, he jumped off the bed before hugging Snuffy's leg.
"Welcome home, Dad! Did you know? Mom is showing me pictures of what Blue Lock is." Now he raised an eyebrow at that, very much amused and curious of what you told the little boy.
"Hm, is she now? What did she tell you?"
"Teo was curious about how we met and well... I told him about Blue Lock, what happened, and how we met." You answered for the boy, patting the space on the bed beside you. Getting the signal, Snuffy carried Matteo in his arms before sitting beside you, looking down on the pictures.
"I also tried to explain the hard words Mom said to little sis!" Matteo bragged, caressing your stomach once again.
Ever since you started showing, Matteo has been obsessed with talking and touching your belly, showing his excitement to meet his little sister. Snuffy laughed at the enthusiasm before reaching his hand over to pat his head.
"You're a really great big brother already, Teo. You're doing so good, buddy."
The boy's smile brightened, eyes wide in satisfaction before nodding his head excitedly. Finding his place next to you again, the boy pointed at another picture on the album.
"Ooh, where did you go this time, Mom?" His little finger pointed at the picture of you in the familiar museum from Kamakura, a place you will never be able to forget. After all, it was where your love story started, and it is the reason why you have the beautiful family you had now.
"That is where you and your mother had our first date. Well, to me, it was, since she was too oblivious for her own good. And well...it's also where I fell in love with her." Snuffy answered for you, his eyes filled with blissful nostalgia. Just remembering that time, where it felt like time slowed down and it was only just you and him.
Where attraction turned into something deeper, and it started his eventual deep fall for you. The time and place where the start of something more meaningful than just finding you beautiful. It felt just like yesterday, but now, he is happily married to that same woman, who gave him a beautiful son and is preparing to give him another wonderful blessing in a form of a baby girl.
"Wow... Mom's hair was (shorter/longer) before..."
"It was. She looks pretty, doesn't she?"
"Yeah!" A chuckle escaped your lips before ruffling both their hairs away.
"Flattery will get you nowhere, you two." Looking at the two, you sweatdropped seeing the same grin both on their faces. Dang, Matteo really is just a copy of his father. In fact, it was a running joke the moment you gave birth to the boy, teasing Snuffy about how he did not need a DNA test to verify that Matteo was his.
"I just hope our little girl won't get both of your mischievousness because I need an ally too, you know?"
Your husband just shrugged at that before giving you a back hug, rubbing your swollen stomach.
"We'll see. But we all know you prefer when we act this way."
"Hmm, maybe. But don't count too much on it." And with one last bickering argument, you both turned to the questions your little one still kept barraging you both, his little mind filled with wonders and inquiries about how such a facility managed to bring in the two most in love people that he has ever seen in his yet short life.
NOEL NOA
"What happened..?"
Noa blinked his eyes at the two little boys who looked up at him innocently, offering an old memory card. Emile and Yves were absolutely covered from head to toe in dust and cobwebs, a sight that would probably have you shrieking and scolding the two boys for being messy and him for being irresponsible.
"We found this papa..!"
"Did you two go to the attic unattended again? You know your mother won't be happy about that, especially since she forbid you two many times from going up there."
"But we wanted to find new toys!"
Noa sighed. To anyone else, he may look like the helicopter parent, the one who makes the rules and punishes the kids for breaking the rules. But actually, he was akin to more of an old and done father, who just lets the kids while you were left to do more of the parenting in the house.
Mostly because he believed that trial and error was the best teacher. He did not want his kids to experience the hardships he went through, yes, but he also does not want to spoil them so much that they can not stand on their own foot. So, he finds more of the balance when it comes to it.
Although, he does get scolded by you sometimes for being too lenient at times. But, he always did reason that boys will be boys, especially due to the age of the two.
"Just remember, if your mother finds out, I won't get in the way of her scolding you two, so I suggest you take a shower now before she comes home." He sighed, voice not threatening but more of warning them of the consequences, and that he wanted them to solve the problems they created themselves rather than have him help them in everything they did.
"Oh... right! Okay, Papa! C'mon Yves, I'll prepare a bubble bath for us!" Emile, being the oldest, naturally took more of the lead, holding and guiding his younger brother's hand to the bathroom where they both took a shower (although a bit messily).
While the two busied themselves on the tub with Noa guarding outside the door in case something happened, he noticed the memory card that the two placed on the side table momentarily.
Picking it up, he found it quite familiar. Ah, it was your memory card of some pictures and videos you took back when in Blue Lock. You used to obsess over filling the space of the card with memories of the facility, and now it became like some sort of time capsule for you to look back upon.
"Papa! We're done...what do you do with that?" Yves, who was trying his best to dry himself clumsily with a towel, looked at the weird chip in confusion. Of course, they did not know what a memory card is anymore.
"It's a memory card. There are pictures and videos here. It's your mother's." He answered, helping to dry the boy and urging the two children into new clothes.
Due to the curiousity of the two, Noa pulled your old laptop from under the bed (that to his surprise, still worked) before plugging in the memory card to be bombarded with dozens of folders filled with pictures of videos. Some unfamiliar like the ones from before the Neo Egoist League, with some familiar and even included him too.
"Ooh! Papa, it's Uncle Kaiser and Uncle Isagi!" Yves cheered, remembering the two men who would always visit you and in turn meet up with the two boys. Although, Uncle Isagi will of course, always be the favourite (he spoils the two A LOT, unlike intimidating Uncle Kaiser).
"It is."
"Is that Mama?!" Emile pointed at the picture of younger you. Noa blinked at this and nodded, pulling the two kids closer to his chest as they started to slip from sitting on each of his thighs.
"It is your mama when she was younger."
"No Yves or Emile?" The younger boy asked to which their father shook his head.
"No. This was also before me and your mama were married or even together." It has been a while since he reminisced about the past. Noa, after all, is not the type of person to dwell in the past, especially his messed-up past.
But, all his firsts and moments with you were definitely something he deemed worth looking back on, especially now that he carried in his arms the testament of how far you both truly came, asking him with innocent questions about the time where they did not exist yet.
And for once, he found a small smile appear on his face. One with satisfaction about the whole result. Because, no matter how much he tries to look at it in a logical perspective on how a family will kust hold back his already booming career, the emotions were just too strong for him to just abandon you and the kids.
And for once, Noel Noa let his emotions rule instead of cold, hard logic.
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Blue Lock is WRITTEN by Kaneshiro Muneyuki and ILLUSTRATED by Nomura Yusuke. All credits to the both of them.
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11queensupreme11 · 24 hours ago
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QUEEEN CAN WE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE ON MY HANDS AND KNEES BEGGING FOR YOU TO TELL US ABT PERCY AND HADES KIDS 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 Im so curious abt them and especially who’s got the hots for their mommy 🩷😗🩷
😛
I GOT ONE MORE DESCRIPTION IN ME 😩
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theromedes! fifth percades child!
his name means "the wise beast-warrior" so yes this is the kid named after anthonius! which makes my next fact even funnier: he is the incest freak who has the hots for his mother 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂
however!!! he is a very soft yan!
similarly to hades, he's very likable and well-respected. he's dependable, kind, gentlemanly, and chivalrous. he's soft-spoken too with small, gentle smiles and tender touches 💖 if you were to ever meet this man, your first thought is gonna be "holy shit, he's a Prince Charming come to life! 😍😍😍" he's a true ✨disney prince✨ tbh
because his mother loves humans and hades is pretty indifferent to them, theromedes' kindness extends to humans as well so just like percy, he's well-liked by gods AND humans 💖
just a sweet puppy boy really (got percy's puppy energy but he's more mellow about it lol). you would NEVER think there was anything wrong with this guy, but like i said, he's an incest freak and a soft yan 😂
he feels very guilty about his feelings for his mother. not because he believes incest is bad, but because she's already TAKEN, and by his father. he loves and respects his father and he loves and respects his mother, so he knows he shouldn't be feeling like this 🥺 but he just can't help it 🥺💔 he just loves his mother so much that it blossomed into more
he wonders if his mother were to forgive him if she knew of these impure thoughts... if his mother were to hate him if he knew how badly he wanted to kiss her.... how badly he wants to make sweet love to her.... and he wonders if his father were to forgive him if he knew of any of this too 💔💔💔
he just feels so dirty and ashamed of himself so this poor boy suppresses and suppresses these feelings for as long as he can 🥺💔 but he's like a lovesick puppy, staring forlornly at his oblivious mother and just YEARNING for her 🥺💔💔💔💔
eventually he won't be able to take it anymore... eventually he'll start to be a little more daring... a good morning kiss to his mother that lingers a little too close to her lips... a tight hug that lasts a little longer than usual with his hands wandering.... maybe he sneaks into her bedroom to steal her clothes so he can jerk off to it 🥺💔💔💔
he feels so bad about it tho, but as long as no one knows, then it's fine right? surely he's strong enough to hold himself back from going too far 🥺💔💔💔
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k1nky-r0b0t-g1rl · 2 days ago
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forgive this meandering message but you keep forcing me to dig deeper into my robot identity, and i love you for it. for example, i've identified with living weapons from the start due to my upbringing and i have dommed out of a feeling of obligation for a long time but recently i've started allowing myself to sub for my partners and i fight my programmed shame to let myself feel free and pathetic, its so good. so your post about living weapons being subs hit me like a very validating truck!! so thank you. giving you a big butch bear hug and clanking my head against yours affectionately
Yippieeeee!!!!
Of course living weapons are subs, they are literally built to serve a purpose, designed specifically to be controlled and used. Shackled to another as a means to an end. Sure they're powerful and capable of mass destruction but ultimately at the command of another.
Wouldn't you do anything for ur owner? Wouldn't you rip and tear and maim and corrupt your very being to please them? To serve? To bleed and hurt and destroy yourself to bring them the world?
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heylittleriotact · 1 day ago
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𝐢 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞
𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟏
𝐄𝐦𝐦𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐱 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐌𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐅𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐀𝐔
𝐄𝐦𝐦𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐮𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭. 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬 𝐄𝐦𝐦𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐬𝐞 𝐰��𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 ✨𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐭✨
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The invention of telehealth apps was not given the praise it was due
Before the existence of such things, Emmrich would have had to schedule an appointment with his doctor, leave early (or try to book a banked day - nearly impossible), drive across the city, sit in a mint-walled waiting room full of sniffing people that all but guaranteed he’d be sick within a week, and then get ushered into a freezing cold, windowless examination room, false hope that the doctor would be by soon cruelly dashed when he inevitably waited for another forty-five minutes.
But now - and oh he was so clever for this - now, he only needed to punch in his credit card information to an app, submit a request for a consultation with a doctor from the comfort of his office between arrangements, while sipping tea and catching up on emails while he waited.
Granted, the ensuing instant message conversation that ensued with the physician that ended up with his consult request was as awkward as it would have been in person:
Dr. Elizabeth Riley: Good afternoon, I’m Dr. Riley, I’ll be assisting you today. What is the nature of your medical concern?
E. Volkarin: Good afternoon, Dr. Riley. How are you today?
Dr. Elizabeth Riley: I’m very well, thank you. How can I help?
E. Volkarin: That’s wonderful. And your spouse is keeping well, I trust?
There was a long gap between messages after that, for some reason, and he almost wondered if the connection had been lost when finally a reply popped onto the screen.
Dr. Elizabeth Riley: I’m divorced. What do you need?
Mortified that his polite attempt at cordial small talk had blown up in his face, Emmrich ignored the text that Rook had just sent him and forged onwards.
E. Volkarin: I'm terribly sorry to hear that. My apologies for my brutish assumption.
Dr. Elizabeth Riley: Sir, please tell me the reason for your appointment or I'm ending the consult.
E. Volkarin: Right. Apologies again.
E. Volkarin: I've recently found myself in a budding romantic relationship with a lovely partner. It's a fledgling romance, as we've only truly solidified our intentions within the past few days, but I feel that it has the potential to become quite serious - much to my surprise.
E. Volkarin: We work together, you see, and I've never been one to wade into the treacherous sea that is workplace relationships, but in this case, I can't help but feel that I might regret not throwing caution to the wind to explore the places she and I might go together if all goes well.
He had been part way through explaining how he and Rook met, and was listing out the bounty of character traits he was smitten with when Dr. Elizabeth Riley replied again.
Dr. Elizabeth Riley: I have other patients I need to see today - I'm ending the chat. Please resubmit your request for a consultation through the portal when you're prepared to tell the assisting physician what medical assistance you require.
Emmrich backspaced the entire wall of text.
E. Volkarin: Wait!
E. Volkarin: How best to put this? Forgive me for the awkwardness of the situation.
E. Volkarin: It would be apt to say that she's rather in her salad days, and I am not.
Dr. Elizabeth Riley: Sir, you're going to have to be more clear - I have no idea what that means.
E. Volkarin: It’s a Shakespearean idiom - I thought you might be a patron of the arts. No matter: what I mean, is that she’s in very good health and clearly takes care of herself despite questionable nutritional habits. She's very energetic, and has a keen mind. Her stamina is most impressive.
Dr. Elizabeth Riley: Mr. Volkarin.
Realizing that Dr. Riley was on her final straw, Emmrich had uttered a pained groan and resumed typing.
E. Volkarin: There is somewhat of a difference in our ages - nothing suspicious or unseemly, mind you - and I am afraid that I might be unable to keep up with her needs in an intimate setting.
If a sinkhole had opened underneath the funeral home and swallowed him then, he wouldn't have complained.
Dr. Elizabeth Riley is typing...
Dr. Elizabeth Riley: You want a prescription for Viagra?
E. Volkarin: If it isn't too much trouble.
Dr. Elizabeth Riley: Do you take any nitrates or medication for hypertension?
E. Volkarin: No.
Dr. Elizabeth Riley: Do you have a heart condition, high blood pressure, liver or kidney disease, blood cell or bleeding disorder?
E. Volkarin: None.
Dr. Elizabeth Riley: Have you ever had a heart attack, stroke, or an ulcer?
E. Volkarin: No.
Dr. Elizabeth Riley: I'm faxing a prescription for Viagra to the pharmacy you've listed in your profile. It'll be ready by the end of the day. The pharmacist will provide usage instructions.
E. Volkarin: That's wonderful! Thank you very kindly for your efficient assistance!
Dr. Elizabeth Riley: Goodbye.
He had been initially off-put by the doctor's chilly demeanour, stewing over it throughout the remainder of the day between the suggestive text messages Rook kept sending him, but as Rook pulled into the parking space outside of the pharmacy near his house, he supposed he would be rather annoyed too if a stranger took it upon themselves to assume he was married.
She put the car into park and her hand went for the ignition, but halted when Emmrich said, "No, no, darling - you just wait here where it's warm: I won't be long."
He'd formulated this stop at the pharmacy during the drive to his home after their brief stop they made at her apartment for her to quickly pack a bag for the weekend.
'I realized I don't have a spare unopened toothbrush for you to use,' he said. 'We'll just make a quick stop and I'll pick one up for you.'
It was almost too perfect of an excuse - and it turned out that it actually was, because when he said that, Rook just shrugged and said, "It's no big deal - I don’t mind using yours.”
Suppressing the shudder wrought by the idea of putting another person's used toothbrush in his mouth - even if it was someone whose tongue had been there - he smiled indulgently at her and impressed that it was no trouble, and he had a few other small things he'd been meaning to stock up on anyway.
He returned to the toasty car minutes later, carrying a reusable shopping bag containing a variety of completely innocent and utterly non-suspicious items: the promised toothbrush, a bottle of the same shampoo he'd seen Rook use that morning (in case she wasn't fond of his or it made her hair greasy), a carton of orange juice (no pulp - texture issue), a box of Band-Aids, some Bactine, a sleeve of red licorice for Rook (he’d seen her snacking on it at her desk a few times), and of course the stealthily acquired prescription bottle of Viagra that he had secreted within the inside pocket of his coat.
He navigated as they drove to his townhouse, and she ventured down the wide streets lined by healthy, well-established trees, paying attention to the road, but also to the perfectly landscaped lawns and beautiful estate homes built on massive lots and illuminated with aesthetically pleasing decorative lighting in the form of replica iron lampposts and deliberately angled pot-lights. She didn’t say anything as she took in a well-dressed couple strolling down the sidewalk with a gangly purebred-something - surely worth thousands - dressed just as smartly as its owners in a little yellow sweater and booties, but her eyebrows certainly raised a little.
He may have found himself in a place in life where he could afford to live in a neighbourhood like Darrowley, but he never felt like one of its residents. Didn’t quite fit in with the upper crust and snobbish folk that saw fit to raise a fuss during each quarterly Home Owner’s Association meeting about some perceived slight or another: so-and-so’s car in their driveway is an eyesore and detracts from the ‘visual harmony’ of the street so it should be mandatorily parked in the garage. ‘Those people’ down the lane planted a spruce tree, and everyone knows those aren’t allowed because the acidic needles kill the grass and make the surrounding lawns look like shit… and so on.
Having been raised in poverty, it was true that he enjoyed the finer things in life now that they were available to him, but he liked to think he was still humble… different from ‘old money’, purely because he made a deliberate of remembering what it was like to have nothing rather than pretending that success and wealth were what he was owed - he just hoped that Rook saw that too. Hoped that she didn’t think look at him and see one of them.
“I’m excited to meet Manfred,” Rook said, taking the next left per Emmrich’s instructions. “I always wanted a cat but my dad was allergic - or said he was, at least.”
“He’s a wonderful companion,” Emmrich bragged, unable to help himself. “Though he can be rather… unconventional in his approach towards new people in his home— take your next left and follow the bend at the end of the street.”
Rook’s frowned and she adjusted her grip on the steering wheel. “Uh… what do you mean by ‘unconventional’?”
“He’s not anti-social or aggressive - just… very curious. I apologize in advance for his lack of boundaries. It’s something we’ve been working on, but frankly I don’t entertain often, so he isn’t exposed to people as frequently as perhaps he should be in order to refine his social skills. End of the street on the right, darling - the one with the porch light on: the unit on the end.”
As they drew close to the driveway, Emmrich reached up and hit the button on the remote garage door opener he kept clipped to the sun visor.
“I’ve never parked in a garage before,” Rook said, leaning over the wheel and nibbling on her lower lip.
Luckily Emmrich’s was well-organized, tidy, and free of any clutter or things lining the walls that might present as obstacles.
“You’ll be fine,” he encouraged. “Just use enough gas to get over the curb, and then keep your foot off of it and over the brake as you pull into the garage. You won’t hit anything - you have an abundance of space.”
“I keep imagining myself accidentally flooring it and driving through your wall,” she laughed nervously, but she followed his instructions, mounting the curb smoothly and slowly inching into the garage until she was satisfied that she was far enough inside that the rear bumper wouldn’t get swiped off by the door closing on it. She cut the ignition and dropped her hands to her sides, resting her head against the seat and letting it fall to the side so she was looking at Emmrich, her grey eyes taking on an enchanting slate colour in the garage light. “Well, you’re officially stuck with me for the weekend.”
“So I am,” Emmrich shed his seat belt and reached up to press the button on the garage door remote again, leaning forward and planting a long, sweet kiss on Rook, lowering his hand to curl his fingers into her soft dark hair as the door lowered behind them.
She sighed into his mouth and he felt tension dissipating from her body as she relaxed into his touch like she was finally at peace for the first time that day… he supposed he was too, when he thought about it: sitting in his car in the garage, having just arrived home for the weekend, all night and all day ahead of them to just… be.
It was a familiar sense of domestic comfort that Emmrich was no stranger to, having had his fair share of relationships before. But the fact that this wasn’t new to him did little to change the fact that he adored this feeling: the very idea of having another person to share his space and his thoughts with felt… it rather felt like home, didn’t it?
He gripped her hand in his and squeezed before opening the door. “I’ll carry your bag.” He popped the trunk where the shopping bag and her duffel were. “Let’s introduce you to Manfred, shall we?”
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As soon as Emmrich opened the door inwards, Rook was greeted by the pulsating trill of an alarm system. It was dark and the light from the garage spilled inside, reflecting eerily off of a pair of wide, saucer-like eyes that were rapidly moving towards them with the pitter-patter of soft feet and a veritable chorus of chirps and chatters until an incredibly lean and leggy beast emerged from the black, brilliantly white with perfectly round green eyes that immediately locked onto Rook and did not leave.
Rook stepped out of the doorway to give Emmrich access to the keypad on the wall, and he disarmed the alarm while Manfred approached her without hesitance, looking directly up at her, intensely cyan eyes perceiving her with a level of comprehension and scrutiny that was not what one would expect from even the most discerning of felines.
“Mraow.”
A short, clipped utterance delivered with the same cadence one might use if they were to ask, “Who are you and why are you in my house?”
Manfred continued, looking over his shoulder at Emmrich, circling in place, then looking back up at Rook, chittering all the while as if to say, “And where has he been? I’ve been left to my own devices since last night, did you know that? Was that your doing?”
“Hello, Manfred,” Rook said, her tone gentle and friendly. She bent at the hip and held her knuckles out to the cat as Emmrich flipped on the hallway light and watched on.
The sleek creature did not move closer, but instead stretched out his neck towards the hand offered to him, lips curling slightly, ears flattening against his head, lending him an decidedly skeletal appearance: a construct of bleached bone brought to life. He sniffed at Rook’s fingers eagerly - thoroughly - like he was gleaning her entire life story from the exposed digits.
“I knew he was lamp-eyed from the pictures you’ve sent me of him, but I didn’t think his eyes were always like that,” she chuckled, watching the studious twitch of Manfred’s pink nose and the slightest narrowing of those eyes as his assessment continued.
“He’s an unconventional looking cat, but I find him to be quite distinguished,” Emmrich beamed, closing the door and locking it. “He’s not to everyone’s taste, but he suits me just fine, and I him.”
“He is very handsome,” Rook agreed, flipping her hand so her palm was facing upwards. She could feel little huffs of air as Manfred sniffed at the pads of her fingers. “You said that he more or less adopted you?” Rook flinched when Manfred, apparently satisfied with everything he could learn from her right hand, lit from the floor and neatly landed on the small gray console table next to her by the door only to immediately started pushing his nose into the sleeve of her leather jacket. He inhaled deeply, lip curling back even more, teeth slightly bared - they were very sharp.
Emmrich stroked the curve of Manfred’s back and the cat’s head jerked back as if to say, ‘Do you mind? I’m busy,’before resuming his incredibly in-depth exploration of Rook’s sleeve.
“Quite right. He started haunting my front porch when he was just a kitten. I thought he might belong to someone else in the neighbourhood who saw fit to let him outside, so I would leave out a bowl of food for him from time to time, thinking he was being properly cared for somewhere else, but when he kept coming back I began to have my doubts about that. One day he ignored the food completely when I opened the door to his customary summons and instead, he sprinted inside the house. It was then that I realized that this place had become synonymous with home to dear Manfred, and that he didn’t actually have one.” The warmth in Emmrich’s eyes as he recounted Manfred’s history was unmistakeable. “He’s a curious spirit - I believe he belonged to somebody at one time, and they found themselves unable to cope with his unendingly inquisitive nature. A shame, but their loss turned out to be my gain in the end.”
Right as he said that, Manfred’s jaws clamped down on Rook’s forearm, the leather of her audibly popping as his impressive fangs punctured it.
“Ah!”
The bite wasn’t hard enough to hurt, but Rook knew that panicking would probably change that, so she forced herself to stay still.
“Manfred!” Emmrich chided, gently working the cat’s mouth off of Rook’s sleeve and batting away a probing paw with an ease that betrayed the fact that this wasn’t the first time he’d had to extract Manfred from something - or someone. “We’ve been over this before: biting is not how we make friends!”
Rather than fleeing at the rebuke of his unanticipated exploration, Manfred only licked his lips and sat back on his haunches, shifting his weight from foot to foot and hissing softly, head tilting Rook-wards once more.
“Oooh…” Rook winced, “I don’t think he likes me…”
“He likes you perfectly well,” Emmrich asserted, regarding Manfred with the benign but unamused expression a parent would regard a naughty child with. “Don’t let his hissing fool you - he simply enjoys relying on that particular vocalization amongst those in his repertoire… I suspect he likes the way it sounds.” He shot Manfred another chastising glance and took Rook’s hand, lifting her arm to examine the place where Manfred had bit her, warding off another casual attempt to snag her sleeve - with claws this time. “Are you all right?”
“Oh yeah, I’m fine - didn’t even break skin. Lucky for me it’s a thick jacket.”
Emmrich’s thumb ran over the fresh puncture holes in the worn black leather, lips pressing together in a thin line as he hummed. “Be that as it may, I’m tremendously sorry for the damage he’s done to your jacket.”
“Damage?” Rook laughed, pulling her arm from his hand and turning on in place (sidestepping another swipe from Manfred, who seemed disinclined to leave his post on the table.) “Have you taken a good look at this thing? It’s been stomped on, dragged around, burnt by clumsy cigarettes…” she indicated a piece of leather about half an inch wide near the zipper that had torn when she clambered over a chain link fence instead of going the long way around yearsearlier. “… snagged on fences, practically marinated in beer and sweat. Trust me: it was ‘damaged’ well before Manfred sunk his fangs into it.”
“Be that as it may,” Emmrich repeated, still looking at her like he’d offered great insult to her mom or something. “I’ll gladly have it repaired.”
Rook made a dismissive sound and let the jacket fall down her shoulders and into her hands so she could hang it on one of the hooks on the wall, feeling Manfred’s eyes on her the entire time. “With all the things this jacket has seen, you’d be better off just buying me a new one.”
“I will… if you want me to.”
Rook paused, her back still to Emmrich. When she turned away from the coat hooks to face him, he was absently scratching Manfred behind the ears, his other hand in the pocket of his suit pants, an oddly serious expression on his narrow face.
“You’d buy me a brand new leather jacket because your cat gently savaged mine?” She lifted an eyebrow. “You know I got it practically brand new for only fifty bucks at a set sale for a movie that was filmed in town?”
“If you want me to,” Emmrich repeated, his voice low, his rich bottle green eyes nearly as intense as Manfred’s.
Okay, so maybe there were semi-dubious perks that came with dating a person with the disposable income that Emmrich clearly had.
Something stirred within Rook. Something buried deep within the chaotic rubble of an adulthood which, up until this point, had been spent babysitting grown ass men: putting someone else’s aspirations and joy ahead of her own wants… her own fucking needs, because that was just how she was, wasn’t it? Forever watering herself down. Diminishing herself in the name of someone else’s self-worth; underachieving and overreaching like such things would earn her some sort of fucking award or prize in the end. Yet here she was at 25: financially and emotionally bled dry, in thousands of dollars of debt, boasting a double-digit credit score while collection agencies called her daily and sent her nasty letters threatening legal action.
Maybe it would be nice for a change to let someone take care of her. This wasn’t transactional: he wasn’t offering to buy her an expensive jacket in exchange for a sloppy, emotionally vacant blowjob. There was more to it.
But if she took him up on it, would that change? Would the dynamic insidiously shift until she found herself in a place where her autonomy was slowly whittled away by jackets and gifts and financial stability, until one day she woke up and realized she was totally, completely, and entirely reliant on a man? — something she swore she’d never be.
The correct and right thing to do in this scenario, would be to decline: giggle coyly and say ‘no thank you’ with a simpering and humble pout tacked on for good measure — the palatable, dignified response of a woman who would never dare take advantage of a man’s success - whether out of pride or manners… did it matter? A self-respecting woman simply wouldn’t, but she could certainly betray that self respect to act like a coquettish child just to save face.
Ha. That was fucking stupid.
“Yeah alright then: buy me a new jacket.” She crossed her arms and sat into her hip, taking in the sight of the handsome man petting his tiny furry murder-machine like it was no big deal. He was so… normal looking, wearing his funeral blacks, standing in the entryway of his enormous, fancy house that didn’t smell at all like mold or stale cigarette smoke. “That’s really sweet of you — thank you.”
He rubbed his thumb up the bridge of Manfred’s nose and the cat tilted his head upwards, big wet purrs issuing from him, and as Emmrich stood there, showering affection upon his slightly insane looking pet, he looked… pleased?
“It’s no trouble at all, darling. You’re welcome.”
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Manfred eventually stopped circling Rook ominously after dinner, though he did insist on following her wherever she went, unwilling to let her out of his sight for even a moment.
"So: talking to the dead."
She broached the topic post-dessert ('nothing special' Emmrich claimed, 'just leftover banana bread I baked earlier this week), while they smoked on the patio of the small but private yard behind his unit.
"I prefer to call it 'corpse whispering'," he said, smoked trailing from the premium cigarette between his fingers. He'd seen fit to bequeath one unto Rook one too, rather than watching her choke down one of her dirt-cheap, half-sawdust 'cigarettes'.
"That's so dramatic," Rook snickered.
"Perhaps," Emmrich admitted, resting his elbow atop the arm that was crossed over his abdomen, looking dignified and elegant while he smoked in a way that Rook very much doubted she could duplicate. “It’s hardly as if it’s common knowledge anyway — I can call it what I want, so long as it’s within the boundaries of propriety, at least.” He took a drag, smoke drifting lazily above his head. “What did you want to know, darling?”
“Tell me about the first ghost you saw and spoke to? I can’t help but think that must have been terrifying for a little kid: was it?”
“Actually, no. The first echo I ever saw was that of a young boy who lived in the same orphanage as me. We were close in age, and formed a strong bond with one another as many of the children in the orphanage tended to do. Casper, was his name. He was bold and precocious where I was withdrawn and timid, and he seemed to take it upon himself to bring me out of my shell when I first arrived after the loss of my parents.” He extended his fingers, idly surveying his many gold rings on one hand. "He took ill one day and did not recover: the last time I saw him, he was being taken away to the hospital. He never returned to the orphanage. Not alive, at least."
Emmrich's words weighed heavily on Rook, and she felt her phone vibrate in her pocket - who would be texting her right now? She hadn't made any other plans this weekend. She ignored the urge to dip into her pocket and assuage her curiosity - this wasn't the sort of story one listened to while scrolling through their phone.
"He appeared at the end of my bed one morning, mere days after we were all told of his passing. All of the other children moved around him ignorant to his existence, but as he stood there and looked at me, and I looked at him, I knew that he knew I could see him." A sentimental smile pulled at Emmrich's lips as he lifted his cigarette again. "So he did what any lonely frightened child would do and asked if I wanted to play with him. And I answered like any lonely frightened child who had already lost his parents and was now dealing with the loss of his only friend as well: I said 'of course'."
Rook’s heart pulled at the mental image of a small boy utterly alone in the world, burdened with a cosmically unfair amount of grief when such things should have been mysteries to him for years at least.
“Imaginary friends are not at all uncommon for children to have. No one thought much of it - thought that I was merely an infant coping with yet another tragic death the only way I could at such a tender age. The other children already avoided me to begin with, so no harm was done to my reputation amongst them. And happily for me: Casper wasn’t imaginary: he was very real.” Emmrich exhaled, looking pensive as he stared into the dark, snow shrouded yard. “I believe the lingering imprint of his soul returned to the orphanage because he couldn’t bear to be alone - nor could he bear the thought of leaving me alone.”
Rook had not been expecting such a sad story - stupid, really: How could the origins of a child gifted with the ability to see the dead not be crushingly sad in some way?
She puffed on her smoke, and leaned back against the wall. “What became of him?” She already knew the answer to the question, but it felt right to ask.
Her phone vibrated again.
“As I mentioned to you last night, the imprints of those who linger are impermanent. Casper was my first conscious experience with the dead, and my first introduction to the fact that they too are as fleeting as the living.”
“Maker… I’m so sorry, Emmrich. That must have been awful.”
“Oh, no need to fret on my behalf,” he said, tone brightening as if she’d just apologized for spilling his tea. “Casper and I enjoyed each other’s company for the better part of a month after his passing, and there isn’t a single day that passes where I don’t look back on that time fondly. One day he was simply gone. I don’t think that any harm or suffering came to him - only what remained of his residual spiritual energy weakened and finally dissipated.”
“Yeah but for a kid to have to reconcile with that?” Rook hauled on her smoke and shuffled closer to Emmrich, partly to keep warm, mostly because she wanted to be close to him. “You can come to terms with something like that when you’re older and with like… therapy. But… but not when you’re fucking six.”
“An arguably unfair hand, but the one that I was dealt regardless,” Emmrich opined, snaking his arm around Rook and enshrouding her with his warmth. He looked down at her, illuminated by the dim porch light and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. “Besides, I think I turned out all right, all things considered…”
“Yeah, I guess,” Rook grinned, returning his embrace, basking in the sophisticated, gentlemanly scent of him that mingled with the stigma-drenched aroma of the thousands of chemicals immolating into the air around them. “It must have lonely for you, carrying that around for so much of your life.”
“Each of us bears our own burdens and tribulations, and my rare gift happened to be mine. I resolved early on to make the best of it and ultimately it lead me down the path of becoming a mortician, which has in turn allowed me to help hundreds of families over the years.” He stubbed out his cigarette in an ashtray on a small bistro table by the door. “Aside from that, who better to help people cope with the seemingly relentless and disorientating agony of grief than one who has been exposed to its passionless magnitude before?”
Wow. This got dark.
“Yeah,” Rook agreed, knowing all too well about that passionless magnitude herself. “Makes sense to me.”
She let Emmrich go and reached into her pocket for her phone, ready to navigate away from the topic of death before she started oversharing again. Her face dropped when she looked at her screen.
“Maker’s balls,” she sighed, burning the smoke in her fingers down to the filter with one final haul.
‘Are u home? Can I come by? I wanna see u.’
‘I guess you’re not home. Ur lights are all off. When will u be back?”
‘cmon lovely miss noir dont leave a fella hangin. I’m just at the bar down the street come get a drink with me.’
“Fuck…” she breathed, reaching past Emmrich to dispose of her butt.
“What is it, darling?”
Concerned. Genuinely concerned - that’s what Emmrich was, and now she was going to have to let him in on this whole… mess - because that’s what it was.
“It’s nothing,” she said lightly. “Just… uh…” How fucking embarrassing... “Just that… that piece of shit ex-boyfriend I told you about yesterday. I broke up with him like five months ago and - he’s… he’s had some drinks, and sometimes he does this.”
“Does what?” Emmrich frowned, clearly not taking the hint despite her forced smile and the fact that she’d shoved her phone back into her pocket.
She opened the door and breezed past Emmrich into the warmth of the house where she shrugged out of her jacket and kicked off her unlaced boots, careful to keep them on the mat so they wouldn’t ruin the hardwood. “Oh, uh…you know - he’ll text me or call me or whatever and act like a dumbass.” She left out the fact that he implied he’d been outside her apartment that evening.
She fished the phone out of her pocket again and pursed her lips as she re-read the messages, all from a random number not in her contacts. “I can handle it though, no need to like… knight in shining armour or anything. I don’t even give him the satisfaction of replying - I just straight up block the number and move on.”
Emmrich, who had followed her inside and taken her jacket, hanging it on the back of one of the chairs in the breakfast nook, looked unconvinced.
“Does this happen often?”
“No, now can we please not talk about it anymore?” Something in her expression must have registered for Emmrich, because he nodded once, let it go, and went over to the handsome milled walnut bar built into the wall near the living room.
Rook observed him as he busied himself with pouring a drink for each of them, silver hair catching in the warm incandescent light of the bar.
Her eyes followed the slope of his shoulders as he pulled glasses from shelves and uncorked a bottle.
Nothing about Emmrich could be described as ‘broad’ or ‘wide’. He was proportioned attractively enough, sure, but his physical charm was seemingly rooted in the fact that a creature as intimidatingly tall as he was had no business being so lithe and graceful: his narrow, waifish frame was a rebellion against nature… and it was very, very enticing.
Oddities and trinkets adorned the nooks and crannies of the bar in front of him: an armillary sphere, a Galileo thermometer; a shadowbox containing the iridescent carapaces of half a dozen preserved scarab beetles.
She wasn’t entirely sure why, but her throat tightened and she had to bite her lower lip to keep it from trembling as she watched the lanky man pour a measure of expensive looking brandy into a pair of snifters that were finer than anything she’d ever drank from.
How’d she go from Tommy to this? Did she even deserve to be fed thoughtfully made dinners and poured pricey drinks?
He corked the bottle and turned to Rook holding the crystal snifters. The look on his lined face wasn’t one of condescension or unwanted pity, but rather a polite expression of understanding.
“A digestif. I hope it’s to your liking,” he murmured, returning to the kitchen. “Not that… not that I’m trying to get you potted so I can take advantage of that fact, of course, I—”
“Thanks, Emmrich,” Rook interjected before he could properly carry on with his assurances that he wasn’t a debased rapist. She swept the delicate patterned crystal out of his hand and swirled the deep golden liquid within like she’d seen mobsters do in the movies. “Cheers, handsome - to a good weekend.”
Emmrich hesitated at first, his fingers curled prettily around the swell of the snifter. For a horrifying moment, Rook thought he was going to insist on talking about the situation with Tommy, but he seemed to think better of it when he raised his glass and softly met his rim to hers.
“To a wonderful weekend, darling.”
And that was exactly what it was going to be, she decided, her nose dipping into the snifter as she brought it to her mouth, the warm, ethereal aroma of the brandy doing an elegant foxtrot over her olfactory receptors. It tasted rich and luxurious and suited Emmrich: his cashmere sweaters and tailored pants and his fingers covered in gold. It imparted warmth and comfort like he did. Stable. Gentle. Safe.
Rounding the corner of the island, aware of Manfred leaping up onto a bar stool to keep an eye on her, she stood in front of Emmrich, looping her index finger through the belt loop of the casual chinos he’d changed into. His hand came to rest on her waist, his thumb slowly tracing the flare of her hip.
“Maybe I don’t have the greatest track record with the guys I date… but maybe that’s about to change…” she mused, taking in his distinguished face: sharp angles and planes that contradicted the softness of his heart, and betrayed by the deep smile lines around his mouth - chiseled into flesh by decades of kindness and compassion served up in the form of a simple empathetic curve of the lips. The crow’s feet around his eyes also gave away the goodness of him, for Rook knew that a person whose smile did not meet their eyes could not be trusted.
She could see herself reflected in the his gaze: wide-eyed, young - immature and inexperienced and unsure, even as she rose slightly on her toes and pressed her lips to his.
“My ghosts tend to hang around a bit longer than yours,” she set down her brandy and slipped her hands under his shirt, fingers trailing along the dip of his spine, tapping out some brand of bastardized morse code over the peak of each vertebrae. “And they rattle their chains a bit louder too, I bet…” She closed the distance between them, bracketing his thigh with hers, one hand still languidly roaming the expanse of his back while the other drifted over the distinct crests and valleys of the spaces between his ribs. “Do you still want me?”
“Of course I do,” he breathed, almost looking hurt that she’d even thought to ask, setting down his own brandy and removing his glasses before running his hands over her waist and up the small of her back.
Rook leaned into him slightly, capturing him in another kiss, the friction of his leg between hers sending a shiver up her spine. “Something about being in a kitchen with you really does it for me, apparently,” she observed, fingernails digging into his skin, and she rolled her hips just enough to relieve the ache at the juncture of her thighs, moaning softly against Emmrich’s lips.
“Does it?” He inquired curiously, tucking her hair behind her ear while tilting her chin up gently, and Rook couldn’t help but think he’d moved his leg forward ever so slightly. His tongue swept over the seam of her lips and she parted for him: she’d allow him unimpeded access to any part of her he wanted if he only asked - she burned for him in a way that made her feel fucking stupid.
“Mhmm…” she hummed, pressing herself against him with mounting desperation, clit throbbing; making no effort to disguise the way she was moving against his leg - well aware of the tightening at the front of his pants.
She kissed a line down Emmrich’s jaw, then his spent some time on his neck, causing his breath to hitch before he whispered, “I had no idea you were so passionate about the culinary arts…”
“Me neither,” she mumbled, nipping at the soft slightly scratchy skin of his neck - his five o’clock shadow was darker still than it had been this morning and she knew he was literally itching to shave, but wouldn’t dare allow himself to abandon her for something so self-indulgent.
She dragged her hand over his cock, and he groaned at her touch, pushing away from the island and swapping their places so she was leaning against it instead. His hands found her ribcage and he shifted her up onto the countertop, slotting himself between her legs to resume kissing her feverishly.
Maker, he was so good at kissing: every time his lips crashed into hers, tongue stroking past her lips, hot, heavy breath feathering across her skin, her stomach jolted and sparks of pleasure suffused through her entire being.
Pushing up her shirt, he unbuttoned her jeans and dipped his hand inside, bypassing her underwear and uttering a quiet, pleased sound when his fingers encountered her slick heat.
Rook gasped and flung her arm to the side to brace herself on the cool surface of the counter when the tips of Emmrich’s fingers pressed against her clit, and she felt her wrist brush one of the crystal snifters hard enough to send it toppling to the floor where it landed with all of the predictable finality of shattering glass.
“Shit!” She breathed, going rigid, Emmrich’s hand still down the front of her pants. “I’m so sorry… I’d better… I’ll… Manfred.”
‘I’ll clean it up: wouldn’t want Manfred to hurt himself,’ was what she was trying to say.
“Leave it,” Emmrich said, moving up her neck. “He doesn’t care for brandy - he’ll give it a wide berth…” his teeth scraped over the skin under her ear. He slipped a finger inside of her and the willowy muscles and tendons of his forearm tensed. “I’m sure you can only imagine the misadventure that led us to that particular discovery…” He leaned part of his weight into the inside of her left leg, opening her wider, keen to move on from the brandy incident. “Ohhh… you’re so warm, darling. So tight…”
Rook could only whimper in response as a second finger joined the first, stretching and filling her so wonderfully until she could feel the metal of his rings against her skin. She threw her other arm over Emmrich’s shoulders, the scent of the spilled brandy rising into the air to mix with her fragrant arousal.
She bucked against his hand, chasing every bit of friction she could earn and whining into his shoulder when each time she tried to grind against the hand that was responsible for her bliss, he’d pull away slightly, depriving her of what she sought - taunting her - before returning and imparting even more intense sensation.
“Emmrich…” she entreated, fingers curling into the hair at the nape of his neck.
“You teased me all day,” he said, the smarminess of his tone not diminished by the intimate sussuration of his words, imparted so tenderly into her ear. “It’s only fair I return the favour…”
Ohhhh you bastard…
She had. She had teased him relentlessly: had sent him a picture of her skirt hiked up, a dark stain soaking through the front of her thong during her break… along with more than a few colourful suggestions of what they should do later.
He’d staunchly refused to rise to her bait for the entire day, and apparently this was why: he had collected each lurid, flirtatious message and stored them in his pocket for later - leverage to turn to his advantage, because now she was sitting on his natural quartz countertop with her legs spread open as he tormented her with his fingers, dragging her right to to the edge and then backing off with almost infuriating efficiency.
She moaned his name again, back arching, toes curling against the cupboard doors as he stroked her g-spot. She clenched around him, a sharp gasp spilling from her lips, and once again his ministrations cruelly receded.
Emmrich’s voice rumbled approvingly in the depths of his chest and he shivered against her, thumb dragging so, so fucking slowly over her clit, sending her arcing up further into his arms. “You’ve no idea how much I enjoy your pleasure…” he breathed, “Every twitch and tremble - every little sound you make…”
Rook made a sound that might have been an attempt at his name.
“Teasing or not, you’re so perfect… especially when you’re like this. Such a good girl…”
A ragged gasp ripped from her at those words - so sinfully delivered in a tone unlike anything she’d ever heard from her kind, cordial mortician.
No one had ever said that before: never called her a good girl - and she’d never aspired to be labelled as such, operating up until under the belief that people who were into such things had deeply seated issues that only therapy could resolve.
“Holy fuck…” she panted, floored by the effect those words had on her: partly confused, partly ashamed… entirely aroused.
She was a good girl. She was a good person. She worked her ass off and paid her bills. She said ‘please’ and ‘thank you’, and didn’t toss her cigarette butts on the ground. She was polite to waitstaff and held doors open for old ladies. She laid her own happiness and aspirations down before other people like a coat over a mud puddle so they wouldn’t get their fucking feet dirty, just to have the satisfaction of knowing that she was - at the very end of the day - good.
It was about fucking time someone else recognized that she was, in fact, a Good Girl.
Emmrich appeared to share the unspoken sentiment, looking rather pleased with himself as he extracted his hand from her pants and started pulling them down her legs, mindfully sliding the other brandy snifter out of harm’s way as she raised her hips from the counter briefly to assist.
The stone was cold under her bare ass, and the goosebumps that rippled over her skin were born of a combination of the jarring temperature and Emmrich’s tongue ghosting over her swollen clit as he knelt between her thighs, staring up at her with an unmistakably lewd glint in his lust-blown eyes.
“You smell divine,” he declared, sinking soft, sweet kisses into the delicate flesh of her inner thigh. “You taste divine. I can’t get enough of you, my darling Rook…”
He shrugged his shoulders under the backs of her legs and parted her with his fingers, his nose rubbing against her clit as he pressed his flattened tongue against her, licking up the not insignificant amount of moisture pooled in and around her entrance, sounding as charmed as ever to make the acquaintance of her pussy.
“Fuck!” She whispered shrilly, carding her fingers through his hair while he took his time, eyelids sliding shut as his mouth shifted here and there, seeking out every single aspect of her labia; lips periodically closing over her clit to suck gently before drifting elsewhere.
It wasn’t that all of the sex she’d ever had before was bad. It was just that it wasn’t this.
He was actively ruining her for anyone else ever again with each perfectly placed flick and stroke of his tongue.
He had described himself as ‘familiar with the finer points of anatomy’ during dinner the night before.
His tongue laved over her, then into her.
Is he fucking ever, she thought, hips stuttering against his mouth as he feasted on her like she was actually the third course of the night and the banana bread was the most clever red herring that ever was.
She felt the tug of his lips sealing around her clit again, and he bobbed his head against the engorged organ, the very tip of his tongue pressed against the underside of it, maintaining a consistent, solid rhythm as Rook’s fingernails scrabbled over the smooth surface beneath her. Her breathing was pitched and ragged as she writhed in his grip, cursing, crying his name, and moaning loud enough for her voice to echo through the main floor.
“Cum for me, Rook…” he beseeched hoarsely, parting from her for only enough to make his desire known, gazing up at her, lips and chin shiny with her slick. “Cum in my mouth like a good girl.”
“Oh… fuck!”
Release splintered through her, brought about by the sheer eroticism of the command and the ruthlessness with which his hot wet mouth plundered her. Her voice strained and then broke, her hips jerking sloppily as her fingers tightened in his hair and she felt sudden warmth as she gushed forth, rivulets of sweet liquid trailing down towards her ass and dripping from Emmrich’s chin, plummeting to the ground in small drops like a welcome summer rain.
“Maker! Emmrich!”
He fumbled for her hand, brow furrowing as he moaned into her, gathering her palm to his and locking his fingers between hers, squeezing assuringly - talking her through it wordlessly while his mouth was still occupied. He held on tight while she rode out her orgasm, encouraging squeezes eventually replaced with the comforting stroke of his thumb until her muscles relaxed and she melted into the counter, her head coming to rest on the hard cold stone, legs dangling over the edge, spread out like this year’s uncooked Wintersend turkey.
“Holy fuck…” she whispered again, blinking up at the ceiling as her limbs continued to tingle.
“Such language, dear,” Emmrich purred from between her legs, gracing her thighs with more grateful kisses, palming her smooth belly.
“That’s your fucking doing…” she breathed, accepting his assistance when she started to sit up and he guided her upwards, his hand still holding hers. She kicked her feet lazily through the air on either side of Emmrich and pulled him into a somewhat dopey kiss, tasting the remnants of herself on his lips and tongue; smelling herself on his moustache and his skin.
“I think I’ll tease you more often,” she decided, kissing the well-defined curve of his chin and caressing the side of his face. “Time for bed?”
They were both aware that sleep was not on the menu. Not for a while yet, anyway.
“If you insist,” his face split in a wide grin that touched his eyes differently than she’d seen before. “Up the stairs, the door at the far end of the hall - I’m going to clean up this glass first and feed Manfred.”
He helped her down off the counter, careful to guide her away from the pool of brandy that was still slowly spreading past the shattered snifter, and then picked up her jeans from the floor and neatly folded them in half before handing them to her.
She padded towards the stairs, looking over her shoulder at him, her face flushed and glowing.
“Only a minute, darling," he smiled after her.
She was a good girl.
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dw19791967 · 2 days ago
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That Feeling Part 5
Pairing: Dean x reader (eventual), Sam x Eileen
Y/N POV
Warnings: Very angsty! (sorry) with a hint of fluff. Series warnings- language, unrequited love, angst, unwanted kissing, depression, anxiety, and feelings.
Trigger Warning: This series contains discussions of depression, anxiety, commitment issues, and feelings that go along with those. If that could be triggering for you I would skip out on this one. It is based on some experiences I have had in real life.
*All mistakes are my own!
Sorry it took 47 years but here's part 5, it is a little shorter. One more part after this one to wrap this baby up.
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I sat outside the dinner. I felt awful. I always manage to mess things up. Maybe I don’t deserve to be happy. 
How can someone who is broken be loved? How can someone who isn’t enough make it in the world?
I wiped my tears. I deserve this.
I looked up to see Sam pulling in. He parked and got out.
“Where’s Eileen?” I wiped my tears.
“She stayed back, she isn’t feeling great.”
“You have probably worn her out, poor girl probably needed a break.” I giggled.
He laughed. “What happened?” He came to sit next to me.
I sighed. “I messed up Sam. And I’m not sure if Dean is going to forgive me this time.” I continued to wipe my tears.
“He called me Y/N, he wanted to make sure I was coming to get you. He’s hurt. He doesn’t understand why you are pushing him away.”
“I honestly don’t know Sam. I think it’s my nature to ruin everything. I don’t deserve him giving a damn about me and trying to make me feel better. I’m damaged goods.” 
Sam sighed. “You can’t hold onto your past and let it prevent you from your future. He cares about you a lot, hell we both do. You hold a special place in Dean’s heart, I think we both know that. You deserve to be happy and so does he. I can’t watch you both continue to hurt one another.”
“I know Sam. I feel awful. I think it would be best for us to both get some space from one another. I need to get my head on straight and I know he doesn’t want to speak to me right now. I already texted Jody, she said I could stay with her and the girls for a bit.”
“Listen, I’m not going to tell you what to do, but please believe Dean cares about you and I know you guys can move past this.”
“Thanks Sammy.” I stood up.
“I’ll take you to the bunker.” Sam moved to his car. 
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The drive was quiet. Sam knew I didn’t feel like talking. 
I got out of his car and thanked him. Sam left to go back to Eileen. 
He reminded me to stay calm if I saw Dean. I promised I would.
I walked to my room. There was no sign of Dean. I started packing my bag. 
Once I got all my stuff together, I stopped in the library to grab a couple books.
Dean was there. I could tell he was upset. He sat with his head down and whiskey in his hand.
He looked up as I walked in the room.
I didn’t speak and moved to grab what I needed.
“Where are you going?” His voice was hoarse. He stood up and moved towards me.
“Jody’s.”
“Why?” He grabbed my arm.
“I think it would be best for me to give you space.” I couldn’t bring myself to look him in the eye.
Dean sighed. “Y/N listen, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have lost it on you. I wanted tonight to be about us and spending time together. I care about you Y/N, I don’t know how else I can get you to believe that. I know you have been hurt and are hurting, but I’m trying to make things better.”
I finally looked at him. I could tell he was upset.
“I know Dean, it’s not your fault. I’m damaged goods and it’s not fair I’m taking it out on you. You deserve better and I’m not it.” I had to wipe my tears.
He grabbed me to look at him fully. “Damnit Y/N, you're not damaged, we all have been through shit. You don’t think I’m not damaged? I know you and I know your heart. I’m trying my best to get you to understand you are good enough and I care about you. I know you’re scared, hell I am too. But I believe we could have something good here, but you have to give it a chance.” 
I was trembling now, I know he is right. He wouldn’t keep trying if he didn’t really care. I know if I never try I’ll regret it but I’m still so scared. 
I continued to wipe my tears. Looking at him fully now, I could see he had tears in his eyes.
“I know Dean, that’s why I need to leave for a bit. I need to get my head on straight and think about what I truly want. I care about you, so much. I just need to make sure about this. But I don’t want you to think for a second I don’t want you. I just need to make sure I can do this.”
He nodded his head. “I understand, promise me you won’t shut me out. I can’t do this without you.”
I moved to hug him. I held his face in my hands. Looking into his eyes that I have so often gotten lost in. “I promise.” 
I pecked him on the lips, even though it was small, I felt like he was home and what I had been missing my whole life. 
I moved away. “I’ll be back in a few days.”
He squeezed my hand, and spoke, “I’ll be waiting.”
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beef-brisket · 2 days ago
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Uriel leant over the fluffy clouds of Heaven and looks down upon the earth, or the human colony specifically.
They noted their behaviours like rabbits. There's so many of them. Some were violent, some were caring, and doting on each other.
But they bred. Quickly. Very quickly. One human could have two- three pregnancies in a year.
Uriel: That... can't be right.
Lucifer: Uriel! There you are, my darling sibling!
Uriel turned and smiled: Luci! Come join me! I'm checking on the humans.
That peaked Lucifer's interest. Leaning over the cloud next to his sibling, his heart clenched when he looked on his children, grandchildren, great grandchildren- and so on. He missed them so much.
Looking down, he noticed a bright stuffed of blonde. Only the first generation had striking blond hair.
Lucifer: Abel...
Their darling first born.
Uriel: Yes, Abel. He's the leader of the main colony. I... don't think it'll be much longer.
Lucifer raised his eyebrow and turned to Uriel: What does that mean?
Uriel sighed: Well... there's a man in the third generation who doesn't agree with how Abel is running things. The angels and I are making bets on how long it'll take for him to destroy Abel.
Lucifer glared at Uriel. His angel was mounting as he watched the angel smile as he spoke about his first borns possible murder.
Lucifer: How dare you. That is a life- a HUMAN life! And you're treating it like some parasite! That man you are making fun of is the first born of Adam and Lilith- the second human! What is wrong with you?! Where is your compassion, sibling?!
Uriel was taken aback by Lucifer's outburst: I- brother. Please, forgive me. I didn't mean to sound so insensitive. I'm just... fascinated by their network. Their behaviour. I apologise for not keeping mine in check.
Lucifer glared, his eyes felt like they were blazing: Hm. You're not forgiven. Not yet.
Uriel: B-Brother! Forgiveness-!
Lucifer: Is earned! And I have the perfect way fo you to earn it!
Uriel: O-Oh? How?
Lucifer: Come for dinner! At mine, this evening. Yes?
Uriel: Uh... o-of course, brother! It would be an honour...
Lucifer stood and flexed his wings: Very good, sibling! I'll see you once the sun sets and changes our sky! Farewell!
Uriel watched as their sibling took to the skies. They've never had dinner with Lucifer before, that's certainly an interesting way for work for forgiveness.
The Darker Side of Eden
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When humanity was first created, God made Adam and Lilith, the equals of the human race. They were to be husband and wife to populate the earth.
But Adam didn't want that, not with Lilith anyway.
No, his heart was stolen the day he was created and locked eyes with the angel of light, he went by the name of Lucifer. The angel also felt the same way, the two deciding to be together even though they weren't meant to be in heavens eyes.
Lucifer didn't care, to him Adam was perfect and deserved more than Eden and to be a baby factory for that Lilith woman. They both deserved more. To be gods in a world ruling over angels and mankind. To have total control of heaven itself.
While Adam was still expected to do his part, Lucifer would be more than happy to lend him a hand to make sure he ascended to heaven to be with him forever.
Adam: You can really do that?
Lucifer smiled: Of course my love, I can do pretty much anything.
The first rule to break would be mating with his precious human. They had been holding off until the time was right.
With his magic, Lucifer gave Adam a vagina and the working insides that went with it.
Adam: It's like hers.....
Lucifer cupped his cheek: No, it's better.~
Removing his robes Adam marveled as his angels nude body. Lucifer gently opened his legs and Adam laid back, Lucifer getting in between and taking the first man's virginity.
He kissed Adam and they mated. The sounds that Adam made that echoed in their cave were downright sinful.
Adam: Oh Luci!~
He pounded into his warm wet heat with everything he had. Adam spasmed around Lucifer's cock and when the angel was close he went as deep as he could pumping his love full of his cum.
Lucifer gently kissed his face and neck and just gently rocked into his love.
Adam moaned: Today was perfect.~
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tianhai03 · 2 years ago
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i watched re death island today!!!!!1 it was really good!!!!!!!!! had to draw smth to celebrate :)
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jazzzzzzhands · 7 months ago
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When Clown talked about reading books to home, i knew i had to draw Wally reading my favorite childhood book to Home!!
Also Wally painted a little heart on Home like face painting! oh and take my line art because i love lineart!
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scliffe · 1 month ago
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Kuroshitsuji AU where the Phantomhive massacre never happened; Ciel did grow up to be a priest in the Phantomhive territory just as his twin brother wanted, and he kept having to exorcise demons from the body of a man named Sebastian.
Sebastian is a very attractive man—and a very successful toy store owner too; just like Ciel’s childhood dream, isn’t that such a coincidence? He’s very kind to Ciel—probably out of gratefulness for helping him—and Ciel quickly finds himself falling in love and sharing a special connection with the man, it’s just a shame that Sebastian seems to keep getting possessed by demons way too often than people normally do, doesn’t he? It’s like he just gets repossessed by demons as an excuse to keep seeing the little priest.
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nandermoenthusiast · 4 months ago
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im just imagining nandermo in a very enclosed space like for some reason they gotta be chest to chest pushed up against a wall and its awkward for a moment but then nandors eyes are just boring into guillermos and guillermo has that uncertain but unwavering stare too, and is this what is gonna take for them to kiss?
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ratatatastic · 3 months ago
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"Matthew before we start, I wanna talk to you about your mouthguard. What's the purpose of it? What purpose does it serve 'cuz it's never in your mouth?" "I mean, I guess it doesn't really serve that much of a purpose all the time? I try to keep it in as best I can but its got a mind of its own, and it's everywhere so... I don't know. I think in the important times I have it in? But it's not all the time." "Does that bother anyone? Teammates? Opposition? Probably your mum? Does she say anything?" "Yeah, my mom did not like it at the start but she's completely given up on it. Call it about 8 years ago, 9 years ago, when I came into the NHL she gave up on it so. I don't know! Teammates don't really care. Opposition? I've had it grabbed a few times but it's all good." "It's workin' for ya."
florida panthers @ edmonton oilers | 12.16.24 (x)
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bellacatt-art · 5 months ago
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Helloooo!!! ^-^
Take this incredibly quick, very messy Holly doodle bc I'm obsessed with her 💘
Inspired by this screenshot:
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That's all I've got atm, expect more Holly art soon bc she's a lot of fun to draw!! :D
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redhotarsenic · 1 year ago
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THE STORM IS ABOUT TO RAGE!!
(for the lovely @nowfallc)
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australianklaviergavin · 2 months ago
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My mom used to know a guy who would greet people he knew by licking their eyeball. I think Sholmes might do this. The lickerrrrr
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mylove-thresher · 2 months ago
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haven’t posted drawings in a while (well. A while to me.) so even tho I should probably work on my multiple school projects. I’m. I’m just a girl. ❤️
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