He didn't even give Kachen the chance to live out his coolly saving bro-in-distress fantasy and said "I don't need spiritual, physical nor emotional support, just financial support"
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He didn't even give Kachen the chance to live out his coolly saving bro-in-distress fantasy and said "I don't need spiritual, physical nor emotional support, just financial support"
just thought that wet clingy shirt would be fun to paint and I was right
Some of Paran's Best Looks
The Chambray Shirt + The Jewelry Stack
The Satiny All Black
Vital Force Returning Neutrals
The Dark Grey Herringbone Coordinated Set
Powder Dusted Sleep T-Shirt
The Funky 80s Dad Look
White Represents Life Anew
Chocolate Brown Proposal Look
Don’t be mean to me.
to hold you in my embrace — a peemkhem post-canon fic (1.3k) to quench my own khemjira finale-associated depression (😂), hope you like it🤍
I hadn't read the book,but based on positions of the characters near powerful magic weapon (also known as Chekhov's gun) left me with two people who potentially could use it on our revenge spirit lady. Khem and the monk. Khem was actively eyeing it and asking questions about it,also doesn't know about the cost that needs to be paid for using it.A lot of potential for dramatic and emotional moment in the final episode. Plus probably the only one who actually can get close enough to R for the strike. I would prefer for it to be Khem personally. But we also have a mystery monk and no information so far how he relates to a whole story and resolving the curse. What are your thoughts on it my beautiful people?
Khemjira.
How do you walk around with a stoic force and expect no one to be drawn to you... especially when your entrance is an open chest with a beaded living room doorway curtain around your neck and plastic covers on every surface screaming don't touch... Paran, Master, Don't Touch is not an option for no species or object, man, woman, even fucking gravel. Harit Buayoi with your gorgeous brown eyes we don't even stand chance. SMH... Fuck Me.