I’m Gonna Take The Spoon And Stab God

Mood

mood

patience is such a compelling dynamic in relationships sorryyy it’s the peak of romance to me

Black Tea and a Song to Cradle you

THis was a request!! will edit when find the name of person who requested lol. this has been near done for a long while but its finally done <3

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The adventure is over, but sometimes its hard to adjust to regular life after a tragic tale.

Good thing Jornir is there to comfort him.

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It had taken a while to readjust to life outside of the cold arctic of Drakkar. 

The abundance of food and warmth had been the first thing they had to get used to once again, the group had gotten so used to huddling with one another, holding tightly to their small group as they struggled against the cold. The first night on the ship they all laid beside one another, curling in tight as theyu always had. 

The second night Skrimm had grouped off with Daisy and Barnabos. The third, only Taishen remained in the original room, the cold quiet lull of the ship trying to sing him to sleep with no success. He found the empty bed around him to be almost terrifying, the cold creeping into his bones once again as he looked at the empty hull around him. 

By day four, he had gotten little sleep thus far, his mind racing each time he attempted to sleep through the long nights on the sea. The morning of day five he drank down black tea like it was his life line, giving short smiles to all the fellow crewmates that greated him in kind, passing by him as he cleaned the room he had been staying in. 

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/64724890

After traveling together for so long, Gricko has learned how to purr like Frost does. Like, if there's no threat and they're both happy and content they'll just start purring together.

This is a true fact.

Awwwww. I imagine it's subconscious for Frost and then Gricko joins in and they are both like ah. I am happy. This is good.

I want them happy forever and ever (i say, still making angst)

masks and helmets that hides someone's face in such a way that they become the face themselves my beloved

these are all creatures to me

THANK YOU 🙏

the suffering never ends

Nighttime wip?

it's just me and my gay fanfics against the world

Conner, showing up at the manor with a kitten wrapped in a blanket, not noticing until it was too late that the Wayne's were being interviewed- Would Tim Drake please report to the foyer? I have a surprise for him.

Tim, in full-on 'son of Brucie Wayne' mode- Is that a chicken!?!