Always my favorite
seen from Morocco

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Always my favorite
dick grayson who needs to be useful and needed to feel loved vs reader who is hypervigilant of their own fault and tries desperately not to be a burden: fight
it ends in tears. unstoppable force versus immovable object. you don't want to make his life any harder because you can see he's struggling. he's just straight up begging. i said in last post tags he'd moan if you ask him to get you a glass of water. ask him to make you a snack and he'll just straight up come in his pants.
Me in mid-April: okay i could write a one shot. Just one. A singular shot.
Me under two months later:
LET'S GO GENTLEMEN
@homeonyourmind || cont.
Cold was of little consequence to one such as Whis, even for his (comparative) young age. His own planet, after all, had been quite frigid and snowy at almost all times, and he’d thought rather little of it until it’d grown tiring and boring. Now out and about in the same kind of conditions, having been away from what was once home for so long, he finds he looks out at the landscape with something of a surprising homesick eye.
That is, at least, until he’d stumbled across a mortal huddled in the snow.
Some mortals could handle the cold nearly as well as he did, but others were much more fragile. This one looked to be part of the latter group. Dropping to his knees before the stranger, he hesitantly, gently, taps the man’s shivering shoulder with the tip of his staff.
“…Excuse me, sir— I’m quite sorry to wake you, but this seems an excruciatingly poor place to nap..!”
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Reluctantly, it is, that he opens his eyes, though only to a small squint. He stares at the blurred form which disturbed him, unable to make heads or tails of what he’s looking at. Baby blues just stare piercingly through the fog laid over them. The poor guy looks half dead already.
“...No shit.” He croaks.
—–🏵️🏵️🏵️—–
me any time of the day:
I’ve Sniped 3 Roseate Scale Sets
CR me, Kaial, for only 125k to get one!
They are currently 165k on AH.