my hand began making an attempt on my life halfway through this and my pen kept snagging on the scratches in my screen protector and drove me mad so. whatever. go my clarverlings.
just fucking realized the bucket tool failed me and filled the wrong thing im too lazy to fix it so fuck it we ball
i want good things for them i want isaac to be a silly goose in downtime i want john to be an overly cautious bastard i want a complete breakdown of all stoic pretense when they realize theyve made it home i want them sitting and drinking hot chocolate together and maybe isaac’s got a little extra in there to keep the edge off. its okay he deserves it. and i want them to take a little nap. a long nap. together, preferably.









