The new hire at my office: “You’re a big fan of Kirby, huh?”
Me: “Gee, how could you tell~?” :D
My desk space:
Edit: Fanart credits from left to right-
@besobendito
@the-cactus-taco
@somethinginworl
@ceo-of-kirbandee
@miniiieevee
@azzie-tangerine
@turtleplushi
@imelht
@canine-helicopter
@berrymi1k
@pumpkinnkidd
@spejsu
@henaphatine
@kirbeh999
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So mom has improved enough that, if all goes well in the next day or two, they'll be moving her to a rehab center, which is fortunately right behind the hospital (I'm literally 5 mins from the hospital, so this is EXCELLENT for visiting purposes!). Me and the fam have also split the day, so dad and sis go in to visit before sis leaves for work, and I visit in the afternoon. That way she gets to see everyone!
She's still kinda out of it, but they've said that's normal. I'm also not sure if she'll be home for Christmas but as long as I know she is coming home, I'm ok. I even wrapped presents the other night, which I just... wasn't in the mood for before since I'd have had to wrap up the gifts I got her. But now I felt optimistic enough that I was able to wrap hers up.
Yesterday when I asked if she wanted anything for her room - a pillow, a blanket, a balloon - she asked if she could have a plague doctor get well balloon. Sadly those do NOT exist but I'm going to see what I can do. 😆
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it's ironic that accounts saying they "block klk shippers" and "don't want to interact with proshippers" can always find something to say in my posts/reblogs. while I, a kaeluc shipper, personally have the "ragbros" tag blocked because I do not want to accidentally share something with a romantic context in mind, in case op is uncomfortable with that.
because I know how to put my own, as well as respect other's, boundaries in online spaces.
because I know that every single thing isn't meant for me and everyone has their own preferences.
because I know it's not only weird but also rude to go out of my way to put someone down for their interests or hard work.
but sure, call me the immoral one here for liking a fictional relationship between two fictional characters—who, keep in mind, I first started liking on the grounds that they were previously sworn brothers.
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i’m kinda sick rn so just some brainrot of FL when reader falls sick. The poor baby doesn’t know what to do, Childe himself rarely ever gets sick so he doesn’t know what to do to take care of reader.
I’m just imagining him sitting beside reader’s bed whining softly as he watches them sleep. He sees how they seem really uncomfy but he can’t do anything to help his beloved because he’s so clueless on what to do.
i think later FL would just let Childe take control of their body so that he can take care of you
-sleepy anon
in honor of both of us not being at 100%, here is some cozy moth comfort!!
you shift when you hear soft, sad whimpers beside you, turning over and opening your eyes just a crack to see Foul Legacy staring at you, claws worrying the bedsheets. he lets out a concerned whine, leaning forward and nuzzling your cheek with his as you grasp one of his talons with your hand, giving him a weak but reassuring smile. Legacy trills sadly, closing his pretty blue eye and allowing the Abyssal magic to fall and melt back into Childe, who exhales deeply and laces your fingers with his. he fusses over you for the rest of the day, tucking your blankets in around your chin and bringing you hot soup- his mother's recipe! he swears that he didn't put any weird fish in it like he usually does, only sitting down on the bed and watching to make sure you eat every last bit. Childe insists that he doesn't GET sick, tucking your head into the crook of his neck and tenderly petting your hair. you idly begin poking his freckles and the Eleventh Harbinger just chuckles, a wonderful rumbling sound from his chest, and brushes the tip of his nose against yours
it's midnight the next time you wake up, the outside world hushed and silent apart from the chirping of cicadas- but your room isn't quiet, the opposite, actually, with how deeply Foul Legacy is purring. his arms are wrapped firmly around your waist, the consistent purrs soothing your aching head, and you attempt to snuggle closer despite how your eyes burn and your breath comes out weak and shaky. Legacy grumbles in his sleep and pulls you closer, his armor cool against your warm skin and claws gently grasping your shirt. for a moment it feels as if all the pain fades away, your head against Foul Legacy's chest as you lean up and peck his cheek before closing your eyes again, the soft, constant purring and perfect temperature lulling you to sleep once more <3
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