Who put this little man in charge of the archives?
[ID: a drawing of Jonathan Sims from the Magnus Archives. He’s drawn in a chibi style. He has long wavy hair, some strands covering his face. His whole body is shaking and he’s in tears. \End ID]
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my sona that i drew using my computer mouse
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gleepy
Blessed by gleepy and sneebl,,, thank you friend, I shall treasure gleepy
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I have Chibified Huntress, muahahaha >:3
YAAA there she is 🙏this is so cute rahhhh
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I think vash should get to wear the poncho that his plushie comes with. As a treat
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okay so osamu is such a good kisser like it’s UNFAIR!!! you’ll just be minding your own business finishing off an assignment or something and he gets so lovey seeing u work so hard and he just comes up to you, swings your chair round and pecks your lips but he can’t stop there so he makes out with you for like 10 mins and then your heads too fuzzy to actually remember to hand in the assignment, but dw samu reminds you to once he’s had his way with you
GOD AND HE ALWAYS LOVES KISSING YOU ITS SO AGGRESSIVE AND LOVING I HATE HIM.
It’s always like. Okay, so every time he pulls you in for a distracting kiss, he does this thing where he gently grips your chin and guides your face to look at him, leaning in for a kiss after, which obviously you take, because you love kissing osamu like breathing.
You could be there for pauses, it’s ridiculous.
The way his hands hold your cheeks, the way his thumb lazes over the warmth, his lips so plush you could fall asleep in such a relaxed position, you could stay for hours if he’d let you.
And he would let you. But he doesn’t have to.
He knows you’ll come right back for some more.
“How’s work baby?” He asks against your lips, biting his own when your eyes dart to them.
“‘S good.”
“Yeah?”
“Can you go away for like, 20 minutes?” You ask genuinely. “I have to focus and you’re a hinderance.”
He chuckles and stands up straight, “can’t help that you’re addicted.”
“I am not!”
“Are too!” He calls back down the hall.
And you’re not. You’re totally not.
The way you crawl into bed next to him a little bit later is for him, the way you tug on his shirt for his attention is for him, and the way you beam when he leans forward to continue where you two left off?
That’s strictly for him too.
“I love you.”
“I love you more.”
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