#gras

[dreaming-of-texel]

Seetinsnollen, De Koog, Texel, The Netherlands

[reality-detective]

“Toxic paint cleaner ingredient found in Cinnamon Toast Crunch”

He heads to Home Deport to show you the same ingredient... Here’s where it gets crazy, it’s so toxic to humans its been pulled from the shelf and has to be ordered online

Is it still in cereal? 🤔

[senjuushi]

What would F, Siegblut, and Gras think if during a quiet moment, master softly informed them that they’re their very favorite of their guns (and then specifically added that they preferred them over their brother)?

F

Normally, he'd assume you mean that in a sexual sense— he's your favorite fuck, your favorite toy to use, something along those lines. He's certainly heard those lines before. Context included, however, the affection is painfully foreign. You don't really mean that, do you? Could you really look at his ruined self and see something worth the effort to love? F dodges the compliment with a flirtatious, giddy thanks, hoping that politeness will spare him any further discussion. He... needs some time to process this later, alone.

Siegblut

Prepare for a flustered dismissal at best. Siegblut isn't good at accepting affection, even in more subtle forms. Outright hearing that he's your favorite has something in his chest pulling all tight and painful, like a stab at his surprisingly delicate heart. He longs for that kind of praise and approval more than anything, but actually facing it feels like humiliation waiting to happen. If he takes the bait and lets his happiness show, surely, you'll just yank it away and make fun of him. It's never that easy to have good things.

Gras

No. No. You are NOT allowed to say that. Hearing genuine affection directed at him, especially during an already intimate moment, is too much for Gras's fragile emotional state to take. He wants to snap back, say something horrible and off-putting just to prove to you that there's absolutely nothing lovable about him... but the words feel stuck in his throat. He ends up averting his gaze and huffing a quiet dismissal, loathing how something dangerously close to hope flutters to life in his chest at the thought that you'd really choose him.

[jampdrooze]

Gras

[markus-h]

[andreas-nolte]

Berlin (Aug 2025)

NoltAfoto

[incorrect-joseimuke]

Gras, wearing a shitty disguise: Hello, mon ami. My name is Oliver Clothesoff.

Kentucky, wearing an equally terrible disguise: And I’m his lovely wife, Olive Garden.

Master: You two are fired from undercover missions forever.

[chodzacaparodia]

Die with a smile

Hubert, Rafal, Gras, Badeni, Oczy, Jolenta, Draka... They all died with smiles on their faces. Because their deaths had meaning. Because they dedicated their lives to something that was important. Because they just passed the torch on. Because, just before they died, they had the chance to see the beautiful sky one last time.