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I get my mom to vote on these and it's been super enjoyable. Thank you for running your blog!
Hey, that's great to hear! I hope your mom is enjoying this too.
H hewwo bweoo ...can you tell me more about your oc and darling deranged husband chris redfield?
Okie! :D By the way I love your pfp <3
So before the main events, Benedetta worked as a hacker, but they were caught by Umbrella while trying to gather data from the company to sell it. Instead of killing Bee, Umbrella used them as a lab rat, and through the experiments they gained enhanced senses. </3
After years of captivity, Bee met Chris and Jill when two was on a mission to investigate the Umbrella lab where Bee was in. Seeing an opportunity to freedom, Bee helped them during their mission and managed to escape together. Currently Bee work for them and follow them like a loyal puppy.
And their relationship with Chris is… Not healthy lksajfgsf they both are very emotionally dependent on each other. Benedetta's trauma and emotional trouble make them feel adrift, but Chris becomes a source of comfort and stability for them. For Chris, Benedetta becomes an emotional refuge, a quiet source of peace in his life. After all the battles, loss, and constant fighting, Benedetta is the one person who grounds him. Their existence provides a calm he can’t find anywhere else. He's also constantly worried, and he can’t help but feel deeply responsible for them.
@meltic-daze replied to your post “does daigo know that mine is.....like that? do you...”:
I saw a post about since daigo is the most normal yakuza cast member...he would freak that mine decapitated a guy Cx i think they'd work through it but the mental image is so funny to me
not just decapitated a guy, decapitated a guy who trusted him and gave the head as an apology gift
like, where do you even start with that?
re: monstersona
hmm, not really sure. maybe one of those biblically accurate angels with multiple eyes and limbs splayed everywhere
this is a hot contender for the single nicest thing anyone has ever said about me, means a lot 👍
what is my monstersona
Phantom of the opera silco that's all i have to say thank you
SO true <3
Maybe for the by your side prompt with sick anakin anidala 🥺
A/N: My brain was like shouldn’t you do this from Anakin’s perspective but no only Padme’s. XD
Thank you so much for sending in the prompt Meltic and ily. <3 Sorry this took so long it’s just been a crazy couple of days.
When Padmé opened the door to her apartment, she had been surprised to see Anakin there. Last she’d followed the war effort, he was supposed to be out fighting in the battle on Felucia with General Secura, not based on Coruscant, yet he was here, lying on her couch, having fallen asleep waiting for her to come home.
She couldn’t complain, and she smiled softly at the sight. If it meant Anakin was home a few weeks early, and she could have her husband with her again, she would take any blessing she could get.
She closed the door, trying to do so as quietly as possible to avoid disturbing him. She started towards the kitchen to get working on food when she heard a soft groan. “Padmé?”
Rather than continue to make food, she went over to the couch. “I tried not to wake you.”
“I wasn’t asleep,” Anakin insisted. She didn’t really believe him, given the way sleep still clouded his eyes and he hadn’t sat up, but she didn’t question it. “And even if I was, I wouldn’t want to sleep when you’re around.”
He was as sleep as he always was, and Padmé went to put her hand in his hair to start playing with it until he fell asleep, but instantly pulled it back as soon as she felt the heat coming from the top of his head. She instead flipped her hand around so the back of her hand was against his forehead. He was warm, abnormally so. “Ani…” She shook her head. “Ani you have a fever.”
Anakin shook his head. “I’m fine.”
“You aren’t fine, you were sick enough that they sent you home to recover.” He was unbelievable, knowing he was sick enough and yet going onto the streets of Coruscant running a fever and who knew what else just to see her. “You should be resting in the temple.”
“Didn’t wanna head back to the temple,” Anakin muttered. “Obi-Wan couldn’t come back from the war, and Ahsoka…” His voice trailed off, unwilling to talk about everything with Ahsoka still so soon after it happened. “Would’ve been just me alone.”
She knew it was irresponsible to let him stay in her apartment. The Jedi Temple was significantly better stocked with medication and likely had techniques she couldn’t begin to understand to help him heal, but the desperation in his voice to be with anybody who he knew cared hurt her more than she could say, and she let out a sigh. “It’d be more dangerous and irresponsible to send you back anyways as you are. It means you’ll be sicker longer.”
“More time I get to spend here. With you,” Anakin said. Despite how worried she was, Padmé smiled. While she would’ve preferred Anakin have some self preservation in regards to how he acted, she couldn’t deny that how much he wanted to spend the time with her didn’t make her smile anyways.
She stood up from the couch, noticing Anakin’s frown as he felt her move, she said. “I’ll be right back, I have some medicine that might help.”
Anakin nodded and closed his eyes. “Thank you, Angel.” In any other circumstance, he likely would’ve pulled her back down. It was a testament to how terrible Anakin was feeling that he let her get up without a fight when he wanted the attention.
Padmé entered the kitchen and went through the cabinets. She wasn’t gone long, but when she returned with the pills and cup of water, Anakin was already once more out cold. She put them down on the side table near the couch and placed a kiss on Anakin’s forehead, leaving him to get the rest he needed as she went about her routine for the rest of the night.
HQHSJ I SAW THE REDDIT POST YOUR HEADER IS FROM AND THOUGHT OF YOU
HELP, THAT'S SO FUNNY 💥
Im gonna be honest ive never played tf2 my whole life but i love your comic
lmao no worries man, i didn’t start actually playing the game myself until last year, but i’ve loved the comics and content surrounding it since like 2014/2015.
i’m always really glad to hear my comic entertains those outside of the fandom though! glad it can pull in all audiences haha.