Such beautiful eyes, it would be a shame a tadpole crawled inside them.

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Such beautiful eyes, it would be a shame a tadpole crawled inside them.
rabbit glasses
why u so cute?
itās all for you dovey <3
if vampires donāt moan when they feed why am i here
March
how i sleep knowing i write shitty fiction but at least donāt use chatgpt
I miss him [fictional guy i can literally look at whenever I want]
six months since conan gray changed my life and dropped vodka cranberryā¦
no sweater :(
įÆį”£š© caleb cuddles you as the afternoon settles soft around the two of you, the world outside the window dipped in molten orange and bruised purpleācolors that should have demanded your attention but somehow pale beside the quiet shimmer of his eyes. Youāre curled against him, legs tangled, his hand lazily tracing idle circles on your hip like heās memorizing the shape of you all over again. āCaleb?ā you mumble, half-asleep, cheek squished into the warm plane of his chest.
He hums, low and tender, nose buried in your hair as he breathes you in. His sigh is so gentle it barely stirs the strands against your forehead. āDo you thinkā¦ā you pause, lips dragging against his skin, āweāre together in every universe?ā
He freezesājust for a heartbeatābefore a soft laugh rumbles under your ear. Then he wraps both arms around you and squeezes, hard enough to push out a tiny squeak you immediately regret giving him the satisfaction of hearing. āOh, absolutely,ā he murmurs, voice warm as the sun sinking behind the clouds. āI love thinking about that.ā
You shift back just enough to look up at him, brows raised. Caleb meets your gaze with a dazzling softness that makes the sunset behind him feel dull.
āIn universe number two hundred and sixty-five,ā he begins, brushing a kiss against your cheek, āIām X-02 and youāre A-01. Two anomalies who shouldnāt exist, finding our paradise anyway.ā
Your fingers curl around his torso. āMm. Go on.ā
āIn universe three hundred twenty-seven,ā he continues, eyes half-lidded, āIām a colonel and youāre a hunter. We fall in love even when every rule says we shouldnāt, even when the whole damn world tries to pull us apart.ā
He nudges his nose against yours, smiling against your pout.
āIn universe one hundred thirty-eight⦠Iām just a big dumb puppy following you around. And youāre this tiny angry kitten hissing at everyone but me. Two orphans trying to survive a cruel world together.ā
You snort at that, but he taps your waist in warning.
āAnd universe eighty-nineā he says, pridefully. āWeāre two apples on the same branch. Iām the red one. Youāre the green one because youāre not ripe yet. Adorable.ā
āCalebāā
āNo, listen.ā He cups your cheek with one warm palm, thumb brushing your jaw like itās something holy. āAnd in universe seventy-five⦠Iām your favorite character from an otome game. And you fall for me every single time.ā
The sunset melts behind him, twilight folding gently over the room. You rest your forehead against his, breath mingling, hearts slow and steady. āSo,ā he whispers, closing his eyes, āno matter the world, no matter the version of meā I always find you. Always end up right here.ā
I got new obsession guys
Gort Fieri
back on my bg3 bullshit
the thing about astarion is that i do think that he is COMICALLY his own worst enemy but i also recognize that the reason for that is that he hit a sharp genre shift at 100000 mph. one second you're the hot and kinda tragic but expendable minion of a d&d boss and the next you're the romancable companion in the party. this little man was built to have his lore discovered in a notebook while looting his corpse after you've killed cazador and all the sudden everyone's like hey astarion. do you want to sit by the fire and tell us about yourself :) we all like you and want you happy :) and he's like what the fuuuuck. what the fuuuuuuuuuuuckkkkkk????
however i do still find him funny about it, sorry man
Thanks Gale
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