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the knight of wands
a design i’ve made for stickers im bringing with me to the london tit show :3
Hearts are about couples unless it is Elriel...then it is cover/the book/color theme.....got it.
Is this something?
Okay but what about Robby taking you on a surprise vacation to the Italian country side, going to lil cute places on a moped or a proper bike. UGH. 🥹🤌🏽
I think Robby would be more into biking (like actual bicycle) with you on the Italian country side!! He slings the picnic basket strap over this large shoulders and leads to you the prettiest field. You’re in a pretty maxi dress, and he’s in a baby blue linen button up.
He’s packed wine, sandwiches, fruit, and pastries he picked up near the villa that you were staying at for the vacation. He lays out the picnic blanket, and you both eat the lunch he brought and sip away the entire bottle of wine.
Soon you’re both a giggling mess, sprawled out on the blanket, watching the clouds roll by, absorbing the sunlight. Your head on his soft tummy as a pillow, his forearms crossed behind his head. There’s nothing more peaceful than your small world in that moment.
Of course, though, it doesn’t stay peaceful for too long because, come on, you drank an entire bottle of wine with him, and it isn’t long until he’s bunched up the skirt of your dress, and you’re lazily riding him on the picnic blanket with the beautiful secluded landscape as your halo.
Yeah babe it was super hot when you wore red gloves to symbolise the blood on your hands
just think about sanji's hand on the back of your head. holding your hair between his fingers. whimpers escaping from his reddened lips as you bob your head up and down his cock. he sits on the edge of the kitchen bench, a cigarette held loosely between his lips. late night moonlight streaming in through the cracks in the door. and he whispers, his voice low and thick with love, "attagirl, doing so well for me, yeah?" before tugging on your hair, pulling you closer—so close that the hairs at the base of his cock tickle your nose—and letting out a loud grunt that has shivers running down your spine because you know it means he's close to finishing....
I think my hot take is that duty and respect are perhaps more important in a dynamic than love is. you can love someone and hurt them because of that love, but you could argue you wouldn’t do someone dirty if you respected them. sometimes it’s more about the principle than it is about the love you have.
fuck fuck fcuk thinking about dean going non verbal as a trauma response again about how (aside from that one frankensteined line) he can barely get a word out after cas' confession, how he is gasping clearly being choked with all the things he wants to say but physically not able to get them out and then. and then it's too late. and cas is gone. and he sits there. crying. on the ground. in silence. not even taking sam's call. he couldn't do anything, he couldn't even tell cas goodbye