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there is a roadway, muddy and foxgloved, never I'd had life enough my heart is screaming out— and in a few days I would be there, love ever here that's lived in me is yours just as it was, just as it was, baby before the otherness came, and I knew its name
🧚🏾♂️ Jaydis mood board 🧚🏾♂️
Fuckin Jadis: “I lay with him after” OMFG Rick looked so fuckin awkward and looked at Michonne like a little boy looking toward his mom for guidance ajfjsjd and his awkward hushed “uhhh” sound as they walk away AHH
Jaydis is the worst at negotiating. Rick wanted 10 guns. Jaydis said 6. Rick said 10 Jaydis said 9 and she wants the cat statue. Rick said he wants 20 and the cat statue. Jaydis agreed. Like...what?! Lmao. It was cute but still.
Almost there #jaydis #bmk
I will get better at drawing Jaydis. I will I promise.
Old Friends.
SO HOW BOUT THAT REINCARNATION STUFF IN FATES-
I dunno I was feeling very sappy and wanted to draw some friend stuff with Naomi ‘old friends’
Naomi doesn’t do too well initiating friendships with strangers. But I like to think she had a familiar sense with Jaydis and Ryuu. Cuz yanno. Friends in previous lives and all that.
you are last call at the club on rodeo drive new just this once life on mars an exit wound heaven mine
He comes. He leaves. He talks hard. His charisma is trimmed with sincerity. He is all angles and curves and she is not surprised when he is as solid as he looks. He renames her. His fingers twist in her hair. She sighs and wraps her soul around his bones. She waits in smoke and rubble for the angels while holding his hand, tells him he might be the only thing she's believed in and he, like the messiah he is, dips his head away from her and uses his name for her like a choker. She finds her way back with words stuffing her mouth and her forehead pressed against his chest. When the rapture comes, she nods. When the abyss opens up, she takes his kisses and his touch and builds her God around them. When the apocalypse shows, she will not cry. And she tells him he's the only cathedral she'll ever need and kisses his palms. There's angels, there is him. Oh, how sharp their teeth.
"Eck," she said toward the nickname, scrunching her face in mild disgust, "I wasn' aware bein' a tosspot was synonymous with superhero. Ye gonnae keep me safe?" And it was a question made for setting him up; she might have been remorseful. "Tired."
He snorted, eyes rolling in tandem with his tug of her hair, reminding her that he was just as sharp as she. “You clearly haven’t been paying attention. I’m clearly the epitome of manliness. Check out my biceps - my muscles have muscles. Get to da choppa.”
He twisted his hand in more of her hair, giving her scalp a light scratch, testing the waters. “Who, me? I’m just a broomstick, how can I protect anything? I’ve been told my scrawny ass couldn’t lift enough to feed a hamster.”
He let the air fill with an unsettled pause before grinning down at her. “Je promets de vous garder en sécurité.”
