“So then, I walk into the alley thinking there’s a feral cat around but NO-!”
One chuckles quietly to himself as Leo retells the story of their meeting to Amila and Bait, the three kids curled up in blankets and sporting hot chocolate lovingly provided by Nora.
Speaking of…
He turns to the older woman who was, at the moment making drinks for herself and him. Wether or not they had some alcohol in them was totally up for debate.
“They’re good for you.”
The elephants words cut through his thoughts. It was obvious who she was referring to.
“Yeah? N’ whys that?”
He questions her logic though the answer isn’t hard to find. It’s obvious how being around the three troublemakers positively affected him.
“They bring you out of your shell. Before them, we’d never interacted fully. And now look at us! Chatting like mother and son.”
She muses with a chuckle. The comment makes his face flush red, embarrassed to be seen as a son inher eyes. No matter how warm it made him feel, it still embarrassed him greatly.
“Ah, I’m just teasing you dear.”
Nora adds, tone not at all apologetic as she pats his shoulder affectionately and hands him a drink; smiling that same kind smile he’s grown accustomed to so easily.
One looks back at the trio, the three having moved onto something else, Bait seems to be talking animatedly about a collection of his with Leo and Amila listen intently and occasionally chime in to keep the conversation going. He goes over to the couch, plopping down in between the two eldest. His wing unconsciously moving to wrap around Leo who decidedly doesn’t point it out.
Maybe he’s weak for growing so used to these kids who lived shitty lives in the past. But as he sits here, warm and content in a home belonging to woman he would proudly call his mother, three equally as troubled kids chatting happily to one another while he just listens in, sipping a drink that’s definitely not spiked; he can’t help but feel like being weak was a fair trade off for a family like this.
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People aparently are now protesting outside of the target I work at and they're inside harassing the people at the registers
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My whole body is jelly we fucked for So Long and I came So Many Times. Legit came twice just from grinding against him what the Fuck
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tbh i think the constructs not deactivating when the fairy godmother died was a choice brennan made when like more than half of the pcs were downed and one was already full dead. i think the Point is that they can stray, they just have to stray together—this fight wasn’t unwinnable (SO many shit rolls) but once one of them dropped, the mission was failed.
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should i post more crustpunk amd art stuff ?
wanna get back to pixel art i have a dlotfkj poison one i started and never finished 💀🙏
also have big fat exams soon but bffr i wont revise (maybe for english?? and science)
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everytime carre gets excluded from a red team fanart a fairy dies
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My face still feels funny btw…like…slightly chilly? Idk I think is somfter too 🤔
Anyway I Wamnt snuggles
Want autocorrected to wamnt…I've taught my phone dumb shit
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Here, take some doodles of myself that I drew at work during naptime
(living out my dreams as sun cuz I work in a daycare and i am Too Big for the kiddie chairs)
I love drawing myself looking awkward, like a deer in headlights, or purely as a little gremlin
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