1. When did you start drawing fan art? Why? Did you draw fan art for other fandoms before Far Cry 5?
ooooooo probably around the age of 9 or 10? it started out as something fun to do, and it never stopped being that either - and yes!! however given how long ago that was, the art from that time is never going to see the light of day again akjsak
2. Why Far Cry 5? What led you to it?
HONESTLY there was the one ad i kept seeing on the way home from work, and while i'd never played a far cry game before then, i thought the themes and the backdrop were interesting enough i'd give it a shot!
3. Of everything you have drawn so far, what piece is your favorite? Which one are you most proud of?
i've redone it twice so i s'pose that says something aksjas, but the sets i did based off of 'what-if the cop trio got switched around to different heralds' are some of my favourites - i think creating something based off this idea i found interesting made it all the more enjoyable to do, and idk i think they look good too askjsKSJS
4. Any advice for beginners?
a not so obvious tip, but one i've found helpful in the long run, is to be ok with letting things go if you get stuck! whether it's hair or posing or whatever, sometimes you get stuck and no matter how many times you try to make it work, it just won't - and it's ok if it doesn't! it might feel wasteful that your effort is being reset, but for me, sometimes it's the exact thing i need to get my art where i want it to be :) alternatively, sleeping on it can also be helpful!
5. Is there any other sites where we can find your art besides on Tumblr? Twitter, Instagram, DeviantArt, ...
i have a completely inactive twitter so,, just here!
Female Rook/Joseph Seed, Joey Hudson, John Seed; when local barista Rook learns that the holidays are a not-so-great time for one of Hope County’s families (and her favorite customer), she takes it upon herself to learn a new skill to bring him a little Christmas Cheer.
@bintangy
“Here is my gift for the wonderful Tangy! I hope you like it and it brings you a little joy during this holiday season :)
If there was one thing Rook lived by in life, it was that if she was gonna do a job, she was gonna do it right. So when she’d gotten the opportunity to sling lattes part-time back in college, Rook decided she wasn’t going to give it the half-assed attempt most baristas gave it: instead, she spent her free time learning that foofy-foam art nonsense to take her skills to the next level. It had been entertaining to whip up frothy drinks decorated with all sorts of dumb phallic images for her friends, but the skill really hadn’t become important to her until she’d graduated and found herself with exactly zero job offers in her field.
With nothing else to turn to, she’d dipped back into the reliable work for the chance to earn the modest monthly rent for her apartment. And thankfully, instead of working for a soul-sucking corporate chain, Rook ended up at The Sheriff’s, an adorably simple coffee shop situated right in the downtown of Hope County suburbia. The owners, a perfectly darling family with a girl her age by the name of Mary May, had been graciously open to her idea of introducing art back into caffeine and were more than happy to let her produce her latte art for customers that specifically asked for it.
While not everyone was interested in the art form, some customers were more than happy to wait for whatever random art she decided to produce for them that day. Those that did ask for it were great tippers and had been vigorous at spreading the word about the girl creating painstakingly beautiful foam art in the idyllic little family business. Sales took off for the shop and Rook made more than she needed to get by in tips alone most days, but more importantly than that – she actually enjoyed what she was doing. It certainly hadn’t been what she expected to do with her life out of college, but the town had quickly absorbed her into their collective family, her employers especially.
“Rook! Got another one.”
Joey Hudson’s voice sailed across the shop and into the back where Rook was taking stock of the morning’s supplies. With a grin, Rook headed through the double doors and peered over the counter. A flash of blue hair caught her attention immediately. “Nadine, hi. What can I get for you?”
True to form, Nadine Abercrombie flashed a brand-new comic book proudly as she placed her morning order. When the enthusiastic young woman first began coming to the shop to ask for art of the newest comic book characters, Rook had been woefully under-prepared and un-researched on even the most ‘basic’ of characters by her standards; since then, Nadine had taken to bringing examples in hand.
Rook did an exemplary job of copying even the most ridiculous of superhero symbols if she did say so herself and jumped at the chance to replicate today’s choice character. She grabbed a large ceramic cup and tossed a quick, “Coming right up!” over her shoulder as she set to her task.
Nadine was more than happy with the work and eagerly delved into the pages of her comic with her latte in hand. Because of the small-town atmosphere, there were lots of regulars that kept to pretty consistent schedules. Sometimes, strangers passed through during peak tourist season which provided Rook with her greatest challenges, but for the most part Rook’ work was pretty consistent.
Joey eyed her from the register. “Think that poor girl will ever get out of this town?”
“Come on, Hudson.” Rook wiped down the espresso machine and turned to toss the rag at her coworker. “At least she didn’t have a choice in starting out here. Better than making the choice to move to a small-ass town like this.”
“Hmm.” Joey paused. “Touché, Rookie.”
With a roll of her own eyes, Rook countered, “Quit calling me that.”
The chime of the front door’s bell interrupted their banter. Rook felt a quick prod to her side and met Joey’s salacious grin before she turned and saw–
Oh.
It was her newest regular. From what she’d heard from the town’s gossip, the Seed family had remained largely reclusive though not unfriendly during their stay in Hope County. At the beginning of December and therefore the holiday season, Rook had taken it upon herself to up her game with the cutest possible holiday art. It was at that time that the newcomer had first entered the shop and Rook was taken by the way his eyes seemed absolutely enchanted by the perfectly outlined snowflake she’d etched into the foam. Now, the signature Seed-blue eyes were recognizable from a mile away and Rook felt rooted to the spot when she met Joseph Seed’s gaze across the counter.
A smile tugged at his lips as he stepped up to order. “Hello, Miss.”
Though there was no malice behind it, Joey rolled her eyes and backed away from the register. For as many times as he’d been in the shop, Joseph had always asked for the latte art and had, since the beginning, maintained that he would like the pleasure of giving his praise directly to the artist. His gaze remained steady even as Rook took her place at the register.
“It’s Rook, please. I promise there’s no need to be formal.”
A mischievous glint entered Joseph’s eyes, one that told her he had no intention of breaking that tradition of theirs. Joseph had been a very quiet and agreeable patron prior to the discovery of her art. Now? He preferred making his orders directly through her and with an air of humor Rook was surprised to hear from him. The way that their banter brought a smile to his handsome face and brought out the lines around his eyes suited him. “But I thought the customer was always right, Miss.”
There wasn’t much Rook could say to that, so she instead focused on trying to tame the heat rising to her cheeks and asked, “What can I get for you today?”
As Joseph opened his mouth, another face suddenly peered from over his shoulder. The family resemblance was clear in both the eye color and the way that they lit up with mischief upon seeing her.
“Oh, Joseph, you never told me that the barista was as darling as her art.”
Joseph’s cheeks immediately flushed. “John.”
“Sorry, sorry.” What could only be the youngest Seed brother leaned his heavily-tattooed arms on the counter. “I’ll just have two shots of espresso. Need to stay awake through some horrendously boring briefings. Joseph?”
Almost shyly, Joseph asked, “Just a small cinnamon holiday latte.”
Despite the fact that John’s sudden appearance had taken her by surprise, Rook could practically feel her heart melting at the way Joseph always asked for the art as though he was bothering her. She’d make a whole fleet of art-stamped foam lattes if he asked for it. She set to the task at hand, putting up Joseph’s cup first to create her canvas before grabbing a smaller mug for John.
To her surprise, the younger of the two remained as Joseph walked the crowd in search of a table. John watched her with an air of badly-disguised disinterest that was shattered the moment he murmured, “You know he doesn’t actually drink caffeine, right?”
“Ow–” At the sudden remark, Rook jerked her head up and managed to catch her head on the cabinet above the steamer. “What do you mean, he doesn’t drink caffeine? He’s here almost every day.”
A smirk grew until it threatened to overtake John’s handsome face. “Of course he is.” And, with a conspiratorial wink, he leaned forward and whispered, “But have you ever actually seen him drink it?”
“No…” Rook was usually (and understandably) too busy to study Joseph while he sat in the shop. The most she got to experience was the way his features lit up at the recognition of whatever she’d made for him, but that in and of itself was more than enough for her. She absent-mindedly put the finishing touches on the edges of the ornament she’d etched into the foam and slid it across the counter.
“Hmm.” Without another word, John collected both his and his brother’s drinks and headed to their tables.
Now, Rook’s interest was piqued. All this time, she’d assumed that the holiday art had been keeping Joseph here; after all, he hadn’t started showing up in the line until she began the recent brand of holiday-themed latte art. She kept moving orders out and conversed conversationally with her regulars as they cycled through the line, but she kept a discreet eye on the pair of them sitting in the corner. To her absolute dismay, as time stretched on and the two of them moved from their spot, Joseph failed to lift his mug to take a drink even once.
She was immediately crestfallen. A small part of her had been excited about the idea of Joseph enjoying his drinks for her, and the thought made her feel stupid. As Rook kicked herself mentally behind the counter, John suddenly parted from Joseph with a touch to the older man’s shoulder and headed back to the counter.
Under the guise of handing her his used mug, John murmured, “The caffeine – it’d keep him up at night and he doesn’t sleep much as it is. Especially with the holiday season rolling around. It’s… a difficult time to say the least. For all of us.”
Oh.
So he’d noticed her sulking then, but rather than make fun of her, the lawyer with the sharp observational skills was trying to make her feel better. With a smile that almost didn’t match his abrasive nature, John added, “He likes herbal tea. Though I’m sure he’d miss out on your art and I can’t imagine you’d do as well with tea leaves.”
And with that, the two blue-eyed men were gone, leaving Rook stunned at the turn of events.
The coffee-fueled mogul of a family that ran the coffee shop was perplexed when she brought up the suggestion, to say the least, but they were thankfully willing to give it a shot. As shipping orders arrived with the usual holiday fanfare and the shop’s shelves began to be overtaken by the standard shades of red and green, Rook kept an eye out for a specific order and when it arrived, it did so with the air of Christmas arriving early.
She tried to tell herself that the excitement was because of the opportunity to learn and to expand business, not because of him alone. The mantra repeated itself in her head even as she lined up the first tins and placed the kettle on the range in the back kitchen while imagining Joseph’s face at his first cup. If the holidays were a tough time for him, the least she could do was teach herself how to make a decent cup of tea while incorporating a little art on the top still.
“What in the holy hell are those little shits?” Of course, Joey poked her head in at the exact moment Rook began reading through the first article.
With a sigh, Rook set her reading materials aside. “Tea.”
Joey fiddled with one of the tins, though thankfully, she didn’t move it far from the organized stack. “These tins are cute, but why are they here?”
“We’re adding tea to the menu.”
The squinty look Joey gave her wasn’t helping to fuel her resolve that this wasn’t just for Joseph. “You wouldn’t happen to be turning this place into the new hipster tea shop of the town because of a certain hipster-looking man?”
Rook sputtered indignantly but her denial fell flat. “The man-bun isn’t that out of control.”
The smirk on her coworker’s face faded as Joey dug through the next box and then peered out at the loading bay to the awaiting others. “You’re… you’re serious about this.”
With a sigh, Rook abandoned her current task and leaned against one of the stacks. Though the folks of Hope County were lovely people, she couldn’t help but feel that a real, genuine connection with another person was something she’d been lacking since she’d moved to the county all those weeks ago. That was, until the first night Joseph had come across the coffee shop looking every bit as exhausted and sleep deprived as John had said. The slightly offended look he’d tossed at their holiday display made more sense now. It was probably a fool’s errand, but she clutched to the moments she was sure she felt between her and her favorite patron. “Yes, I am. After all, we’d be stupid to sleep on expanding to a market that may very well do well in this town. For business, you know.”
“Mmn hmm.” With a humph, her coworker picked up a particularly large teapot and scrutinized it before settling it next to the other. “And when do we begin unveiling this newest product for the desired target ‘customers’?”
Rook scoffed, though she turned to her friend with the semblance of hope. “We?”
“Yes, we. Can’t let you venture out on the owner’s capital on your own.” Joey tossed her a grin that barely passed Rook’s own glee as the elder woman started on the work. “Besides, we’ve only got – what, a few more days until Christmas? If you’re gonna master how in the hell to make foam art on top of tea, you’re gonna need all the help you can get. And believe it or not, I’m a sucker for a good holiday romance story.”
With a grateful snort, Rook passed the nearest tin over. “Operation Herbal Holiday is a go.”
Keeping the tea secret under wraps became more and more difficult as the days passed, especially with the introduction of even more decorations and holiday-themed events at the shop. Unsurprisingly, Joseph was noticeably absent the day that Mary May’s parents hired actual Christmas Carolers to serenade the night-owls for their usual midnight cups of joe. Rook could only imagine what John had meant when he said that the holidays were an especially difficult time for the family; after all, she hadn’t had the opportunity to speak to either of them since that fateful encounter.
She was surprised when she straightened her obnoxiously-patterned holiday sweater at the chime of the door only to meet Joseph Seed’s apprehensive expression across the counter. It couldn’t have been past 7pm, but the poor guy looked exhausted. The pale-brown sweater that clung to his frame was noticeably absent of the cartoonish holiday imagery that all other patrons appeared to be wearing.
“Hi.” Rook surprised them both further by being the first to speak up. “I, uh, I’m sure you’re probably here for latte art, but can I make a different suggestion?”
As formal and quiet as ever, Joseph smirked, apparently more than happy to let her take the reins. “Of course, miss. I’m sure you probably know the coffee better than most.”
Rook set about grabbing the necessary supplies as Joseph slid to the other end of the counter, out of the way of prying customer eyes. With a nervous glance over the steamer, she prodded, “So… not getting much sleep this holiday season, I take it?”
If he was startled at all by the question, Joseph didn’t show it. “It is that obvious, huh? Well. As I’m sure you’ve heard by all the rumors by now, the holiday season is not one my brothers and sister and I usually partake in.”
“Rumors?” Rook was genuine in her confusion. Of all the stories she’d heard of the Seeds so far, none of them had detailed any specifically bah-humbug behavior from the quartet.
Another sound of surprise escaped Joseph. “The four of us all shared an equally difficult upbringing, and for various reasons, we’ve never really delved into the holiday spirit this time of year. Old habits, and all.”
“Ah.” With a swoop of nervousness settling in her stomach, Rook carefully slid the cup across the counter to him. “Well, I hope this helps. On the house. Happy Holidays, Joseph.”
Joseph glanced down, and the soft smile that had settled over his lips vanished immediately. He studied the little ornate Christmas Tree, complete with a small poked-out star designed on top, and appeared only more bewildered when he inhaled and noted the absence of the scent of espresso.
“It’s tea,” Rook offered as she twisted a towel in her hands. Joseph cocked one brow up as she continued, “I uh, may have heard one teeny little thing – that you prefer tea over coffee.”
“How-” With a pained groan that only came from the experience of an older sibling, Joseph rubbed a hand across his face. “John. I should have known.”
“It’s okay!” Rook exclaimed quickly. “I didn’t even notice all this time that you weren’t even drinking them…”
Long fingers settled around the warm mug as Joseph pulled it closer to him. “I’d hoped you wouldn’t. I would not want you to think I disliked the art.”
It was her turn to scoff. “You paid and tipped far too much not to be able to really enjoy it.”
Joseph blinked in bewilderment. “Not drinking it didn’t mean I wasn’t enjoying them. You make beautiful art and you are willing to share it with the rest of the world. That, in and of itself, is a gift that we are all very blessed to enjoy.”
“Yeah, well.” Rook tried to shrug off the heat that rose to her cheeks at his praise. “Now you get to do both. You know, enjoy the drink and enjoy the view.”
He sipped quietly at the tea before that playful smirk emerged, and Rook was again caught off-guard. “I may do just that. If, perhaps, the real view here is available for dinner sometime later this week? Assuming you do not have plans for the holidays.”
Rook barely contained the squeak that threatened to escape from thFCe finesse of the compliment. “Uh, no holiday plans for me.” With a grin of her own, she added, “That would mean we’d be making holiday plans together. Assuming you’re okay with getting into the holiday spirit suddenly.”
“Hmm.” Joseph savored another sip from the steaming mug before he settled the ceramic on the counter. “That would mean so, yes. I, like an unfortunate number of souls today, had forgotten that the holiday season is all about giving until you reminded me with how thoughtful and genuine your willingness to give was. Thank you, Rook.”
With a smile that only made her heart swell further, Rook risked a reach across the counter to brush his warm hands with hers.
When your amazing friend makes you a Darth Sidious calander 😍😍😍😍
Thanks so much @bintangy u da best . Not only do you accept me being a Sidrious fan you put in all this effort to make me a hilarious and thoughtful gift.
Lookit him being so gleefully evil. Warms your heart.
Thank you for sending me a prompt. I found a way to work both of them in just for you ;)
7. routine kisses where the other person presents their cheek/forehead for the hello/goodbye kiss without even looking up from what they’re doing.
14. starting with a kiss meant to be gentle, ending up in passion.
You couldn’t sleep.
You were used to it. Arthur had taken to calling you ‘night owl’. He also enjoyed being the one to wake you up in the morning because of how grumpy you were. He would chuckle and poke fun if you ever cursed at him or threw something at him for waking you up.
For some reason, that made you smile.
No. It wasn’t just some reason. You knew exactly what the reason was—you loved Arthur and there was no denying it now. You tried to brush it off as just some silly crush, but this was something more.
Chances were he didn’t feel the same way though and that was all right. He was more focused on doing things for the gang then falling in love. You were sure there was another reason, a broken heart maybe, but you wouldn’t press him about it.
You rolled out of bed with a groan and walked out of your tent. The air still had a chill to it, but it felt nice and you sat down at one of the tables, playing with a knife someone had left there.
“What are you doin’ up?” Arthur asked, walking up behind you. You hardly reacted. Nothing frightened you much anymore.
“Couldn’t sleep.” You shrugged your shoulders and began twirling the knife.
“Can I sit with you or are you plannin’ on usin’ that thing on me?” He pointed to the knife and you placed it on the table as he approached.
“That depends on if you behave yourself, Mr. Morgan.”
“I always do, ma'am.”
You rolled your eyes at that and looked down at the knife, sitting up a little straighter so Arthur could kiss your cheek the way he liked.
“You like kissin’ me, Arthur?” you asked.
“If I say yes, you gonna stab me?” He laughed quietly as he took his place across from you. “Yes, I like kissin’ you.”
“Good ‘cause I like when you do…” You wanted to say more. You wanted to ask, ‘but why don’t you ever kiss me on the lips?’ but couldn’t find the courage. “Why are you up?”
“Figured I’d get up early and start gettin’ my horse ready for today.” He and John were supposed to be going out to do something with oil wagons today. It was dangerous and certainly worrying, but you knew he’d be okay.
“Can I help?” you asked, standing with him.
“Sure.” He walked over to the horses’ station and handed you a brush. “If you don’t mind.”
“Not at all.” You hummed to yourself as you brushed his horse and you had no idea Arthur had been watching you. Suddenly, you felt a weight over your shoulders and realized he had put his coat on you.
“Can’t have you gettin’ sick.” He went back to packing his things and you pulled the coat tighter around you before brushing the horse again.
By the time you two were done, most of the camp was wide awake. John had began getting his horse ready and looked at you suspiciously.
“What?” you asked.
“You got Arthur’s coat around ya,” he pointed out. You had totally forgotten about that.
“So? I was cold.” You shrugged it off and handed it to Arthur.
“Right.” John chuckled and walked away.
“Don’t let him get to you,” Arthur said, putting his arm around your shoulders casually.
“Who? John? He don’t bother me. I would like to hit him over the head with that horse brush though.” You both laughed, and you helped him get a few last things ready. “You gonna be careful, right?”
“’Course. Don’t you be worryin’ about me.” He walked over to where you were strapping his saddlebags on and you stood on your tiptoes so he could get to your cheek.
“Fine, no worryin’,” you lied. John walked over and got on his horse and Arthur followed suit. “Bye y'all.”
“Ma'am.” Arthur tipped his hat and rode off. You watched until you couldn’t see the dust rising from the horse’s hooves anymore.
You worried. You told him you wouldn’t but there weren’t enough chores in the world to keep you from worrying.
The sun had begun to set, and Arthur and John still hadn’t returned. Everyone else in camp seemed to carry on as if everything was fine but you would only be fine when you heard his voice again.
You laid on your bed roll and closed your eyes, waiting for the sound of hooves that didn’t come. Eventually, you had fallen asleep and dreamt that he was back and safe and kissing your cheek as he always did.
“Hey sugar. I don’t mean to wake you, but I noticed you ain’t eaten today and I brought you somethin,” Sadie said quietly, holding a bowl of stew in front of you. You smiled and sat up slowly, rubbing the sleep from your eyes before taking the bowl from her.
“Thank you.” You ate slowly and kept your eyes down so that Sadie wouldn’t see the tears swimming there.
“You worried about him?” she asked. You only nodded. If you tried speaking, the tears would flow freely, and you wouldn’t be able to stop them. “He’s fine. I’m sure he’ll be back any time now.”
“I hope so.” You ate a little more before giving Sadie your bowl. Your ears (and heart) perked up at the sound of horses coming into camp.
“Speak of the devil.” Sadie winked and left your tent.
You stood quickly and fixed your hair as best you could then grabbed a book to pretend you were busy reading and not worried sick about Arthur the entire time. You sat on your bed roll and waited for him to come to you though part of you just wanted to run to him.
“What you readin’?” he asked, ducking as he walked into your tent.
“Nothin’ interestin.” The truth was, you hadn’t read a single word.
“Good.” Arthur snatched the book from your hand and you were about to scold him when you noticed how he was covered in dust…and blood.
“Arthur!” you gasped. “You’re hurt.” You stood again and moved to him quickly.
“It ain’t mine,” he said as though that would comfort you.
“You sure? You’re lookin’ kinda rough.” You checked his arms and hands for wounds and only found superficial ones.
“Oh…well, thank you,” he remarked sarcastically.
“You know what I mean. You’re sure you’re okay, right?”
“Yeah, now stop fussin’.” He moved your hands away and held onto them. “I need you to answer me somethin’.”
“Okay.”
“You ain’t got no weapons on you, do ya?” he asked, and you furrowed your brow.
“No…why?”
“’Cause I’m gonna kiss you and I wanna make sure you don’t kill me after.”
“Kiss me? Why would I kill you for doin’ that? You always kiss me.” You looked at him, confused.
“I mean kiss you like…a proper one.”
You turned your cheek to him and tapped it. “Would you just go on and stop bein’ strange about it.”
“I need you to look at me.”
“Arthur…why are you bein’ so…” Then it happened. He kissed your lips. It was a chaste kiss, nothing scandalous, but it was enough for you to notice just how soft his lips were. Such soft lips for such a rough man.
“There.” He stepped back and rubbed the back of his neck. “I…uh, hope that was okay. If not, I won’t do it again. I really want to though so I hope it was okay.”
“You call that a proper kiss, Mr. Morgan?” You moved closer to him and kissed him, taking him by surprise. This time, you ran your fingers through his hair, knocking his hat off in the process. He groaned quietly and wrapped his arms around you, deepening the kiss. You stumbled back into one of the posts holding up the tent, hitting your head, but you still didn’t stop. You had been waiting for this moment for the longest and you’d be damned if you let anything ruin it.
You wrapped one of your legs around the back of his thigh and he gasped making you smile inwardly. It seemed you weren’t the only one waiting for this moment. He pulled away as if he wanted to say something but immediately pressed his lips to yours again, slipping his tongue past your lips cautiously. When your tongue touched his, he groaned again, and you found yourself being lifted off the ground.
“Arthur…,” you murmured nervously.
“You’re all right. I got you,” he whispered against your lips before kissing you again. Your dress had started to fall off your shoulders, but you didn’t care. Right now, you wished he would just tear it off you. He moved from your lips down to your neck, a particularly sensitive area, and began kissing and nibbling. You said his name loudly then quickly covered your mouth.
“You have no idea how long I been dreamin’ about this,” you sighed.
“Just as long as me, I reckon.” He smiled against your neck then kissed it. “If I don’t stop now, I ain’t ever gonna stop.”
“Maybe I don’t want you to.” You pulled him in for another kiss, but someone walked up to the tent and Arthur hastily put you down.
“If you two are done in there, Dutch would like to see you Arthur,” John said.
“Oh, we’re done,” Arthur called, “The sound of your voice has the ability to ruin things.” Arthur smiled as you laughed into your hand.
“Shut up and get your ass out here,” John said angrily before retreating.
“Guess I better go.”
“Guess so.” Neither of you moved, though. You just kept staring at each other. “Well, go on. I ain’t goin’ anywhere. We can pick up where we left off later…”
“Is that a promise, ma'am?”
“It’s a promise, Mr. Morgan.” You kissed him once more and he followed as you pulled away.
“You can’t go and do that when I’m supposed to be leavin’. Ibain’t gonna be able to leave you ever again.”
“Well, guess you got a reason to keep comin’ back now.”
“You were always my reason for comin’ back…even before what we just did.” He could be really sweet when he wanted to be.
You looked away shyly and shooed him away. “Get on outta here.”
“I’ll be back real soon,” he said before ducking out of your tent.
“And I’ll be waitin’,” you said quietly before touching your lips and smiling to yourself.
I just got my commission from @bintangy of my deputy, Eilish Cooper and John Seed and I am in literal tears. these two mean a lot to me and this warmed my HEART. T_T
thank you so so much, I’m gonna be just staring at this for the next few days
