#this is again

[the-spirit-of-adventure]

first(ish) time drawing Dr Barber howd I do

[bugpurity]

Jason: I’m trying to break the Therian stereotypes but I’m genuinely fatherless

[queersturbate]

i say this with the fullest offense possible but you hating a fictional cop is not the woke statement you think it is

[me-a-mess-morelikelythanyouthink]

hey

you got through today

we can get through tomorrow

so here is a picture of a mouse, it loves you

[morihaus]

the idea of greco-roman epithets makes me insane like what a brilliant and interesting way to interpret the inherent contradictive and numinous nature of the divine... i would LOVE to see that incorporated into cyrodiilic religion more often

[emile-hides]

Morning routine

Continuation (Kinda) of King Jamison Fawkes the first, idk it’s 4am and instead of sleeping I’m writing Fluff.

“Maaaaaaako!!!” A pot clanged loudly into a pan almost directly above Roadhog’s head. The large man wasn’t startled by the noise, he was use to it, and instead groggly dragged himself to turn and face the source.

Junkrat, King Jamison Fawkes, the world’s most annoying person, stood next to the bed in nothing but a pair of Roadhog’s underwear, probably not clean.

“Oh finally, I thought you’d died.” The scrawny man sighed in relief, dropping his noise makers before clambering onto the bed, sitting on Roadhog’s stomach, “So! After you fell asleep last night I started thinkin’ about our next plan of attack!”

Roadhog sat up, catching Junkrat who’d barely even noticed the larger man was moving, instead continuing to praddle on with his plan to get back at the Junker Queen. Mako stopped listening.

“Time?” Roadhog asked, cutting the other off as he adjusted his mask.

“It’s... erh.... Lemme go check.” Junkrat scrambled from Roadhog’s lap and was out the door to see where the sun was. This gave Roadhog a moment to loosen and reattach his mask correctly before lifting himself from the bed.

“About noon, I think.” Junkrat came back inside, rubbing his eyes.

“12:57...” Roadhog corrected, picking his watch up from beside the bed.

“Eh. Close enough. Ooooh~ We still got Luci-Ohs left!” Junkrat never got the name of his favorite cereal right. Though he didn’t know the instant breakfast existed until two weeks ago.

Roadhog watched from a moment as Junkrat dumped the remaining of the cereal box into his mouth, including a toy he was probably unaware of. The large man’s eyes then wandered to the pile of gold in the center of his hut, and the crown on his night stand.

He wondered why’d they come back here. Why’d he follow Jamison all the way around the world just to bring the spoils back to the apocalypse. There were really cities out there. Real farms. Islands and mountains to whole up in an live like kings.

The hog man’s eyes then returned to Junkrat, the moron, currently fishing for the milk jug from the fridge with an overflowing mouth of cereal.

He’s going to choke.

He could have gone anywhere, Mako thought to himself. He could have demanded his share of their loot and split to somewhere remote. Live in a cabin in the woods with a new farm and too much gold to spend.

Instead he came home. Came back to the land he’d ruined. With an idiot choking on cereal.

Mako put his hand on the open milk jug, stopping Junkrat from lifting it to dump into his open mouth. “Use a bowl. And sit down.” He commanded.

Junkrat glared at his bodyguard as Roadhog got a bowl from the cabinet, making the smaller man spit the sugary breakfast into it. The smaller man then huffed and fell back onto the floor, sitting with his legs crossed, a scowl on his face.

Mako didn’t say anything as he poured as much milk as could fit into the over flowing bowl, grabbed and spoon, and sat at the table.

A moment of heated glaring passed. Mako dipped the spoon into the bowl and lifted it to his masked face.

Junkrat was on his lap mouth open, quickly “stealing” the meal from Roadhog. The larger didn’t mind. He wasn’t a fan of cereal. He wrapped his free arm around Junkrat’s waist to keep him balanced and enjoyed the silence of breakfast.

He could have gone anywhere.

But he came home.

[trekkele]

Hmmmm if you wanna have all characters celebrate a winter adjacent holiday but seem to get stuck on “jewish/muslim people don’t celebrate x-mas” and “But x-mas isn’t a religious holiday!” Then just, have them celebrate Yule. Or winter solstice. Or “Holiday”. Like, it’s not that hard?

[me-a-mess-morelikelythanyouthink]

hey,

itsa me

mario-

shit you weren't supposed to know that-

*ahem*

it‘s me, silver

im that blog you stumbled across entirely by accident and know somehow follow

or maybe you’re just passing by and saw my post because one of my lovely lovely mutuals/followers rbed it

since I have you here, of your own volition of course, I’d like to say a couple words

*ahem*

you are amazing

maybe you don’t feel like it, but you are

maybe you DO feel like it, and hell yeah you are

please never apologize for being you

so punch a hater in the throat and carry on with your day because you are, so strong, and I am so proud of you