#rarrrrrrr

[holoship]

[kissboybyler]

my parents don’t know i’m crying and panicking over edits of maya hawke-

[foxstarjelia]

wtf i was offline (OFF??line??????) for ONE day and OFF IS COMING TO STEAM WITH NEW ART NEW UI AND IS THAT A NEW SONG????ASDFFDJkjfdj

IM TWEAKING SO HARD RN IM GONNA PUKE

like im literally spinning in my bed and kickingmy feet

also this is probably the best time to say ITS TIME TO BEAT OFF AGAIN

[shinechermont]

Her love

Chapter 5 - A little bit tired, a little bit affectionate

Tw: (implied) dubcon

It was Carla’s day off, so that meant she would spend the time in Diana’s old house watering and taking care of her plants in general, but she also gave herself the work to clean the house for the sake of the memories not only she, but her friend had of that place.

It has been a couple weeks since she last visited Diana in her new house - the meeting with Harold was good enough for her not to miss the place for a long time.

Though, she missed her friend. They only talked through calls, and though she didn’t miss going to Harold and Diana’s house, it was weird that Dee never invited her anymore. Something inside her SOUL said that her friend’s husband had something to do with that.

At the moment, she was cleaning what before was Diana’s old room. It still smelled like vanilla, though some months have passed since she moved out. That smell… It really brought back a good sensation that Carla missed - and that was why she avoided moving things in her friend’s old room, or else the smell…the sensation would go away.

She went to water the plants in the corridor of the house, meanwhile looking at the pictures she saw in the many times she visited it - she wasn’t much of a person that thought about the past, but she just… really wanted to feel the nostalgia to kick in.

So she could avoid thinking about her feelings

The biggest picture was the only one in which Nim could be seen. She was a very beautiful woman - an anthropomorphic plant monster. Her twins looked nothing like her - they probably took that from their other genitor.

Sadly, Carla never got to meet Nim when she was alive, but when Diana - and rarely even Nora - talked about her, she sometimes could feel her presence.

What she knew was that Nim cared about her daughters and wanted them to have the best. She sometimes wondered if she would approve Diana’s marriage…

She heard a sound of steps coming from the front door that immediately made her alert.

Could it be a burglar? Diana’s house didn’t have many things, but only the stars knew what a burglar could search for in houses like her friend’s.

She picked an empty vase, holding it defensively as she waited for the door to open.

… It was Diana. For some reason she was using a cape that hid her face.

“Dee?!”, Carla exclaimed, putting the vase down. “What are you doing here?”

Diana looked away, as she sighed, defeated.

“I came here because I knew you would come to water my plants”, she admitted.

“Oh”, the other simply said, a bit caught off guard.

“I needed to see you.”

“Is there something wrong? Oh-”, Carla exclaimed, as her friend hugged her.

“I missed seeing you”, she admitted, not letting go of her friend. “My house isn’t my house without your visits.”

Carla blushed faintly. “I… I missed you too, Dee.”

She gently caressed the back of her friend, liking the warmth of their embrace.

She did not want to let go, and she suspected her friend shared the feeling.

“Why don’t we sit on your sofa?”, Carla suggested, to what Diana simply answered with a nod.

They sat side by side, and Diana leaned her head on her friend’s shoulder as she sighed.

“What is wrong?”, Carla asked worriedly.

“I… It has been just very tiring lately”, Diana admitted. “I am sorry for making you worried… it is just…”

“No, no. It is alright”, the other reassured. “I am here.”

Diana sighed. “Thank you.”

“That’s what friends are for, right?”, Carla said as she gently patted her friend’s back, what made her smile a bit.

“You are a really good friend, Carrie”, the yellow skeleton mumbled.

Carla blushed, as it was the first time Diana used the nickname that way… It made her SOUL warmer, somehow.

“Just because you are a better one”, she said back.

Diana didn’t seem like getting away from Carla anytime soon… and she adored the very thought of it, though it felt wrong to feel that way when her friend seemed so… anguished.

“Are you sure you don’t want to talk about what is bothering you?”

Diana stood in silence for a while, as if mentioning anything was a sin. “...I’m sorry”

“Don’t be. It is alright.”

Her friend looked at her, as if in almost disbelief of what she heard. She nuzzled her friend’s shoulder, before looking at her with a sad and tired smile - a silent way to say ‘thank you for being here’.

Carla couldn’t help but caress her friend’s cheek, not minding how close her face was from her friend’s. 

But eventually, the distance between them was none.

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Cross (Carla) by jakei95

Dream (Diana) by jokublog

Nim (mentioned) by jokublog

Fanfic inspired by zu-is-here's, junipers-insects' and iatetheglue's works.

[l-chann-liz]

Blue lion king

[mikkomacko]

Thanks Switzerland

[callmestannismaybe]

Not what I expected to see on my commute home from King's Cross... 😀

[haekass]

strawberrymyeolchi replied to your post: The best part about PMSing is that it tends to...

protective does not detract from your quality, yo. only enhances it. fuck haters for real, this is actually stupid ):

IKR. Like I wish that anon would try and come hassle me instead of Deji. Because right now, I can handle it. Right now I want to go into mama bear mode and protect one of my cubs and then scream and shout at the gods of my ancestors to come and join in on some pillaging. Like srs, I feel like I'm about to burst because my protective FEELS MAN.

I feel like I need a battleaxe and shit.