Tanger1n3s - Kai

*slams fist on table* more dragon!

he’s a very proud dad

Redrew the cover for volume 91!!!!!

This was a lot of work but very fun!

Connor: fuckers went skydiving without me…

A quick somethin’ somethin’ ✨✨

please wilbur you said you were gonna stop writing for the dream smp. spare us this agony

What You Mean

Silvers Rayleigh x GN! Reader

You were distracting yourself. You knew it, no matter how hard you tried to convince yourself otherwise. This constant grind of work, projects, and training was your life at this point, only broken up by the occasional collapse onto the nearest flat surface for a quick nap. Meals were eaten on the go. You worked your errands and home responsibilities around everything else. Honestly, you couldn’t remember the last time you’d spent more than an hour or two in your own house. 

And it was all to avoid that one man. 

Rayleigh had blown into your life like a hurricane. He was wild, untamable, and hypnotizing to watch in the most dangerous way. Those fleeting glances had been what got you into this mess. A late night chat at the bar turned into a steamy bedroom affair unlike your filthiest dreams. Night after night, you’d sneak back to his cheap hotel room together or - if the mood called for it - a back alleyway would do. 

It wasn’t just the sex either, regardless of how amazing Rayleigh could make you feel. He was a wise soul, a man with twice the life experience of anyone you’d known and a calm attitude that seemed impossible to rock. That was what truly kept you around him for so long. Plenty of times after you’d had your fun, Rayleigh would let you lay on his chest, playing with your hair as he told you stories of his adventures with Roger. 

You saw him reveal some of his most intimate emotions; anger, grief, joy, and a deeply nostalgic longing were laid out for you without hesitation. A part of you reminded yourself that he probably did this with all his playmates. He was at an age where he saw no need for putting on a macho act. He was who he was and he was comfortable in everything that entailed. Still, the vulnerability made you feel closer to him, like you were a treasured confidant. 

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Welp I’m gonna give it a true XD

Welp it’s Knockoff Jokers Birthday Today, so here’s an edit I made :P

Hope you like it :3

Hi firstly i really love all your war angst and philza stuff 💙 Secondly, i keep imaging the day after the war philza spends the day working with tommy and tubbo slowly planning the new rise of lmanburg, to be given no time to mourn the loss of his own son. That at the end of the day he sneaks away to technos base, and collapses into technos arms, so unbelievably tired, and techno doesn’t question it for a moment just gives the comfort Phil needs

awww thank you !!! <3

ooooo nice idea :0

how phil woke up early in the morning, leaving his little home quickly as to not remember anything of the day prior, inventory stacked with planning materials, scaffolding, emergency equipment, the likes of it. how he put on a brave face for his youngest and his youngest's closest friend, laughing and joking, suggesting how the new l'manberg could be better if they did this, or built this, and maybe redesigned this... how he doesn't once think about how they could touch the ruins of the explosion - how he doesn't even look over in that area. he catches a glimpse, once, and squeezes his eyes shut.

how he sees both tommy and tubbo off safely, eyes darting around with a borrowed crossbow in hand to make sure that they're safe. he doesn't want it to happen again. once they're out of eye view, he takes off to his, ah... eldest son's base, avoiding the rubble and disarrayed items as he goes, mentally noting which holes to fill in; all in attempt to keep his mind off the reality.

how he quietly closes the door and barely greets his son, embracing him so so tightly, tears that were held in for so long finally falling after days of a masquerade. he hadn't slept, he barely ate, he did everything to keep his mind off his other son - his dead son, his dead son he killed - and it's finally caught upto him.

techno understands the grief, guiding his dad to the table and letting him hold the hug longer than usual. sliding a mug across the table and preparing an extra bed for the night. neither will speak of it the next day, for they're both still grieving, but it's the silent connection between them that says everything.

THANK

GOD

FOR

ZORO'S

TIDDIES

lol just wanted to do an appreciation post for this man's tiddies.