May 22, 2019
Recipe by Phreddie
#project hail mary- #the amazing digital circus
#dc comics#batman#dc#bruce wayne#dick grayson#tim drake#batfam#batfamily#dc fanart
#lana del rey- #iron lung
- #heated rivalry
- #deltarune
#cats of tumblr
#ao3
#dc comics#batman#dc#bruce wayne#dick grayson#tim drake#batfam#batfamily#dc fanart
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Recipe by Phreddie
Recipe by Phreddie
Tomorrow's my cats death day and I'm this 👌 close to getting a tattoo dedicated to her I miss her so much
So I hear 2018 is the year we revive cereal guy?
Jewellery isn't his specialty. He makes tack and armour, not rings and necklaces (and all the faults stand out so starkly to him as he looks the bracelet over one last time). It's silver, buffed to take off the edge, weathered, a little, to bring out the eye; a tiger's eye stone set just above an open mouth holding its own tail, all carefully set on a small pillow in a small box which he offers, almost bashfully. "Someone mentioned it was your birthday so... Happy birthday, Daishou."
Recieving a present from Taketora was nothing short of a surprise to Daishou. It shows in the way his expression falls slack, unguarded as he reaches out to take the small gift into his hands. He knows there’s one-thousand different ways to tease Yamamoto for this but as he opens up the box, his mind comes up blank.
“I’m guessing Kazuma was that someone that told you about my birthday?”
It’s a near murmur. He’s almost gentle in the way he lifts the bracelet up, quiet as he takes in the details, the small faults and it’s then that his chest feels tight from emotion. Thankfully, before he’s able to do anything absolutely stupid, Daishou feels several of his tiniest dragons zip by him in order to flutter around Taketora, vying for his attention.
Daishou gladly takes the moment to gather himself as he slips the bracelet on. The metal is cool against his skin, distracting (quite the opposite of what he was going for), but he still purses his lips in a whistle to call his dragons back. It’s only once his dragons have returned that Daishou clears his throat, running one hand along the ridged spine of a dragon.
“It’s only fair if you tell me when your birthday is.”
holds up giant 'michitariru is bae' sign
Anonymously tell me what you think of my character portrayal.