#tummy was hurt

[tojisun]

HI SUNNY i came across this and thought you'd love it so

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HI VI MY LOVE!!

oh how i adore this!! after yesterday’s game, this knight art of huggy makes this meme much much much funnier

it fits so hard i am in tears

[fernsnailz]

Here's lil Mr. Edgeworth trying his best to have a sippy of milk

schlurp schlurp

[lazylittledragon]

did somebody say dadkarios

[fatbrooky]

Obese fatty on all fours, this hurt my knees so much since I weigh to much to be doing this

[animatedtext]

[lizardkingeliot]

interview with the vampire (2022-) 1.07 | the thing lay still

I wanted him dead. I wanted him all to myself.

[slightly-warmer-hibiscus-tea]

*throws violently* happy K anniversary to my favorite game that hasn't come out yet!

[average-hua-cheng-fan]

[beetledrink]

i almost didnt wanna even post this today because its so bleak but i think we need this

[littlemut]

[lotussart]

happy tummy hurt monday

[sentient-forest]

#cecilsweep and Welcome to Night Vale trending #1 in 2023

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Bare skin, bare feelings.

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[blanchebees]

More Xenomorphs, ink on paper

Tip jar

[phatcatphergus]

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

okay but SAGAU Creator getting sick.

it starts with lethargy, slow and weighing down your bones. you move gingerly, carefully, Foul Legacy having to stop to wait for you more often. but maybe you're just tired from having to run between nations, deemed an imposter by the world. Legacy chitters quietly, giving you a soft, concerned nudge, and his fluff bristles as you stumble down to your knees with a gasp of surprise.

he carries you in his arms, after that.

next comes the dizziness, accompanying you when you wake. first it's only for a few minutes, then half an hour, then two, until it never leaves and you can barely stand without immediately falling. Foul Legacy sets up camp in a small cavern despite your weak protests, cradling your body in his lap and crooning gently, tracing his claws over the golden scars on your body, cracked open and healed over time and time again.

you try to insist that you're fine, but Legacy merely gives you a stern look with a low, chastising trill.

then the fever, the chills, the incoherence. you weep in the midst of aching nightmares, Legacy's cool talons resting over your forehead as he coos quietly. your Abyssal monster frowns with worry, arranging all the blankets he could scrounge around you to protect from the cold rain just beyond the cave entrance. he can't go- no, he has to stay- but oh, you need help, medication, somewhere warm to heal in a world that scorns your existence.

blasphemy. Foul Legacy growls, low and deep in his chest, but it fades when he hears you cough in your fevered sleep. tenderly he traces the contours of your face, tucking the covers tightly around you in a futile attempt to keep you warm. Legacy purrs gently, curling his body around yours, defending you from all who may cause you harm.

there's a small thump, and the light pad of footsteps, and Foul Legacy looks up to see a small girl with bells in her hair and a pack full of herbs as she curiously comes to investigate this strange pair.