Guys. He’s at it again.
BARBATOS.
The minute I saw the option to say I want one too, I also wanted to be able to say I don’t need a robot when I have you. BUT THEN BARB SAID IT HIMSELF.
Quit saying you’re jesting because I am not! 😠
I just can’t believe this happened so soon after the other one. I mean yeah okay this is OG & the first one was NB but in every timeline he continues to tease & thus drive me into insanity. I can’t with him anymore.
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me, checking a new little something from @re-dracula: Bonus? Bonus for Droughtula?? :0
me, seeing it's an interview with Matt 'Dracula Daily Instigator' Kirkland: Matt Kirkland Bonus for Droughtula!?!? :D
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Ohhh the @re-dracula folks have done such a good job. Giancarlo Herrera's performance was heartbreaking, and I'm crying into my breakfast.
Like I knew what was coming because of last year, but like. Hearing it makes it so much more real.
And then the song. Christ, the song... How am I ever supposed to be normal again I'm fucking sobbing
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HONKAI: STAR RAIL
Genre: Fluff/Humor
Character: Platonic!YANQING
SWORDS AND KNIGHTS
You didn't know how it came to this.
The general's pupil glued to your side, looking at you with big honey, sparkling eyes as he happily munched on rice buns.
You were a simple Cloud Knight, really, and you just happened to see him on your daily patrol. The kid, who had been practising his swordsmanship, had his cheeks puffed and nose red and you, just wanting to help, stopped to offer some stray sweet soft bread you often carried with you at work.
And after that incident -to which you dutifully swore secrecy- somehow, you had become his idol. The kid just became attached to you, following you like a lost duckling whenever he had the chance.
It was all to protect the Luofu, he would say as he was tagging along on your patrol.
You tried running away, hiding behind buildings, wearing a fake mustache and sunglasses but it was as if Yanqing had some kind of sixth sense. He was always behind you, scaring you out of your wits like some eldritch monster.
Much to your dismay, his most recent pastime was showing you his sword collection. One of them was cursed, you swore, possessed even. It glowed a dark ominous red every time your eyes settled on it, but when it was its owner looking at it, the sword just glowed the prettiest shade of blue before returning to that dark colour once Yanqing's focus was back to you.
That thing probably hated your guts and you gulped, shivers running down your spine. That wretched sword still plagued your dreams at night.
But still, he was the hotshot general's retainer and surely he would leave you in favour of his teaching. What a nice joke it was because he always seemed to have too much free time on his hands. You had tried looking at Jing Yuan, eyes desperately begging for mercy. But the general in question always smiled at you, seeming to enjoy watching you drown in your misery in the shape of an annoying fourteen year old.
Safe to say you did not enjoy being his babysitter.
And now, that he was happily munching on some rice buns, cheeks puffed adorably like that of a little chipmunk's as he told you about his new swords, you couldn't help but give a small worn out sigh and ruffle his long blond locks, a small smile tugging at your lips.
And oh, you were getting soft.
Damn it.
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