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𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮
⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!
a/n: thank you anon for the request ⋆.˚🦋༘⋆
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Golden son spoilers
How I imagine the ride to home after Darrow and mustang break up at golden son end:
Darrow thinking he's good at hiding he's crying
Ragnar
Sevro who's used to darrow being extra
Alright y’all, I had some major time to sketch over Thanksgiving. Pick your fave sketch to get the full render treatment:
Pick your fave
Rhonna
Diomedes
Ajax
Ragnar
"Bloodydamn. Did you get Carved?"
"By the best in the business. Do you like 'em?"
"They're bloodydamn marvelous. Fit you like a glove."
He punches his hands together. "Glad you said that. Cuz they're yours."
I blanch. "What?"
"They're yours."
"My what?"
"Your eyes!"
"My eyes..."
"Did yon Friendly Giant drop you on your head in the rescue? Mickey had your eyes in a cryobox at his joint in Yorkton--creepy place, by the by--when we raided it for supplies to bring back to Tinos to help the Rising. I figured you weren't usin' 'em, so..." He shrugs awkwardly. "So I asked if he'd put 'em in. You know. Bring us closer together. Something to remember you by. That's not weird, right?'
"I told him it was odd," Ragnar says. One of the girls is climbing his leg.
"Do you want the eyes back?" Sevro asks, suddenly worried. "I can give them back."
"No!" I say. "It's just I forgot how crazy you are."
-Morning Star
And I wonder, in my last moments, if the planet does not mind that we wound her surface or pillage her bounty, because she knows we silly warm things are not even a breath in her cosmic life. We have grown and spread, and will rage and die. And when all that remains of us is our steel monuments and plastic idols, her winds will whisper, her sands will shift, and she will spin on and on, forgetting about the bold, hairless apes who thought they deserved immortality.
In war, men lose what makes them great. Their creativity. Their wisdom. Their joy. All that's left is their utility. War is not monstrous for making corpses of men so much as it is for making machines of them. And woe to those who have no use in war except to feed the machines.
It takes more to hope than to remember.
If pain is the weight of being, love is the purpose.
Im reading "Morning Star" by Pierce Brown
Im almost 50% done and if anything happens to Ragnar I swear to goooooooooodddddddd
More summer camp au!!!
This is for that person who requested obsidian content…. Here is Ragnar and Valdir and I am drawing Sefi as we speak :>