The Poly Ship of the Day is:
Eric King x Rachel King x Nick Kay from House of Ashes
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The Poly Ship of the Day is:
Eric King x Rachel King x Nick Kay from House of Ashes
Well, we have reached the last drawings. Illustration for birds AU : https://archiveofourown.org/works/35310406/chapters/91272778
Sergeant Nick Kay from The Dark Pictures Anthology's House of Ashes is a Flexitarian!
Requests are open!
𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨…
° 𐐪𐑂 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 𐐪𐑂 °
♫ 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 — 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐲
˚ ✩ 🪙 。 ˚ ✧ * 。 🧠
゚ ‧ 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 . 🫧 .
𖥔 ࣪ㅤ۪ ── 𝐣𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐤𝐨𝐥𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐤’𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐬
𖥔 ࣪ㅤ۪ ── 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐤𝐚𝐲’𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐬
𖥔 ࣪ㅤ۪ ── 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐦 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐦𝐚𝐧’𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐬
𖥔 ࣪ㅤ۪ ── 𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠’𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐬
me: *just trying to sleep*
my brain: HERE~ another shipping idea scene.
me: i hate you.
𖥔 ࣪ ㅤ۪ 🪷 🪺 ⸺ 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐤𝐚𝐲 !
♫ 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭 — 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞
˚ ✩ 🪙 。 ˚ ✧ * 。 🧠
𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬
( 📦 ) . . . 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗲𝘁.
𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬
( 📦 ) . . . 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗲𝘁.
𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬
( 📦 ) . . . 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗲𝘁.
𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜. 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐬
( 📦 ) . . . 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗲𝘁.
Eric: Anyone has seen my glasses? Nick: No. Eric: Nick, hiding them in his palms: Oh, I thought you meant your brain.
“You’ve a lot of nerve disobeying me, Sergeant,” Eric’s fingers curled around the hem of Nick’s shirt. His amber eyes blaze with hate. And maybe something else he didn’t want to dip into.
Nick flashed a smile, completely relaxed against his hold. He leaned forward, capturing his lips. Eric breath hitched in his throat. Eyes fluttered shut. “You like it, my Colonel,” Nick smiled against his brims.
He breathed heavily. Nick was right. Damn, how he wanted to unravel in Nick’s experienced hold. To be worshipped. To be loved so strongly. I guess we both have a thing for Kay, Rache. Difference is that he is mine.
“I do,” Eric confessed quietly. Hushed. “I love how you get me like nobody else.”