#hellriding

[bombolear]

❛  hey. you busy today  ?  because if you’re not, i want your help with something. can you do it  ?  ❜     /    @hellriding  liked for a starter.

[stompquirk-a]

wait one more-

@bombolear​ / @hellriding​

[bombolear]

@craneguard​ said :   GIVE ME B3 JACK AND INDRA GOD IM SO TIRED

𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐁𝐈 !

[bombolear]

i think the tiger nuts emphasize how her balls are bigger than yours and you should be afraid.

this is how i know ur a art hoe.

[bombolear]

she just learned it was a holiday and demanded to enact it FIRST THING in the morning ... except she’s impatient    /   only  @hellriding  can reblog ! 

[bombolear]

a sort of ... project i’ll be working on, featuring interactions based on my most plotted relationships & threads!

complete comic under the cut.

** DO NOT REBLOG UNLESS GIVEN PERMISSION. REBLOGGING WITHOUT PERMISSION GAINS A HARD BLOCK. **

[bombolear]

A CONTINUATION OF MY CURRENT PROJECT.  Part 1 can be found  HERE.  la bomba may be confident, but she’s not oblivious to her criticism. 

complete comic under cut.

** DO NOT REBLOG UNLESS GIVEN PERMISSION. REBLOGGING WITHOUT PERMISSION GAINS A HARD BLOCK. **

[bombolear]

hellriding said  :   ‘  i  miss you .  i  miss  you  every  day  that  i’m  not  with  you .  ’

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀 𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒        »      accepting !  

she  blinks  in    surprise, and despite how unlike her it is to do so, she feels heat rise to her cheeks. here was something much more unsettling than infatuation, or lust, or any of the other things she  knew  and understood since they’d been together --- it’s love, and love was heavier. it was thicker and sweeter, the nectar of life of which she’d forgotten the taste.

and then she met jack and  overdosed  on it. they’d become gluttons, in that sense --- taking each other if and when and how they pleased, as often as they wanted to, which was more or less  all  of the time.

but it made leaving  hard.  it made days feel like years, and and the reunions like the long lost return of someone gone for ages. this time had been sillier than that --- schedules didn’t line up. he was working nights and she was working days, and  then  came the first weekend he was free ... a villain blew up a hero agency and she was working overtime. it was reina’s fist time home in  weeks.  indra couldn’t take that weekend. as much as jack insisted she should join them, indra knew how important it was for a girl to spend time with her father. she knew she’d see him eventually, but ... turning up at her doorstep in the middle of the night ?  not quite what she expected.

it feels warm in her chest, and then she looks down. there’s a heaviness in her chest, an  ache  that returned with the sight of him, as if she was feeling the loss of him these past few weeks deeper and clearer than ever before.

❛  — i missed you too, baby, but ... it’s no one’s fault. we’re just  busy, you know ... ?  why don’t you come inside for a minute. tell me how the weekend with rei’s been.  ❜