- It’s October 1st which means…ITS OFFICIALLY SPOOKY SEASON🎃!!!! And boy do we have a way for you to express your love of the spooky and the Civil War!! Doctor Sawbones is in the house! The doctor is a cartoon reorientation of how the soldier saw the surgeons who regularly worked on them. There was a delightful little poem accompanied him. How’d that go again? Oh, yeah: TO THE SURGEON Ho! Ho! Old Saw Bones, here you come, Yes, when the rebel whack us, You are always ready with your traps, To mangle, saw, and hack us. Now isn’t that just a lovely piece of writing? You can find both our Saw Bones stickers as Transparents but the full doctor will soon be available as a regular sticker. Meaning the remaining few transparent full doctor stickers are the last of that version! Make sure to get these while the doctor is still in. He may not be here forever! Welcome to Spooky season! #civilwar #civilwarmedicine #civilwar #civilwarart #sawbones #myleg #civilwardoctor #doctor #spookyseason #halloween #spookyskeleton #october (at Frederick, Maryland) https://www.instagram.com/p/CjL_YksOFLH/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGeyFC7mc/ this but with keiji 🫣
(link :3) Stop. i literally have a multi-chara plan in a doc for this rn. STOPP MY KEIJI :((
a little suggestive, gn!reader
keiji didn't have a bad day, and when he's expected to join four different meetings in the next couple of weeks, alongside editing longer chapters than usual in time for this week's publication, not having a bad day is all he can really ask for.
though, maybe there's one thing, one privilege he'll always ask for at the end of the day to make it a little better.
"keiji!"
your voice rings clear as you jog to meet him at the entrance, slippers loud against the wooden floor. he hangs up his jacket just in time for you to grab his hands with a grin— "c'mere, i need you for a minute."
his lips form a half-smile, even as he furrows his brows while you pull him into the living room. "no 'hello'? no 'how was your day?'"
you turn to look over your shoulder. "hi, baby, how was your day?"
"it was okay, could've been better. thanks for asking. how was yours?"
"mm, could've been better, too. but i'm gonna make your day right now, sit down."
and he does, of course; he lets his bag fall off his shoulder and land on the rug, untucks his shirt and pushes up his glasses that have fallen down the slope of his nose. all the while, you take a seat beside him, close enough that your thighs touch, and balance your phone on the coffee table against the books that keiji thrifted a week ago.
he makes sure he isn't staring at you when you finally turn the camera on.
"wanna record a video with me?"
"people usually ask that before setting up the camera," he points out, "but, yeah, okay. do i have to do anything?"
"no, well, yes, but it isn't hard or anything. i'll explain when i hit record."
and before he can ask if this is another prank trend, you've started recording with a smile on your face.
"hi, guys! so, i saw this trend going around, and i wanted to try it out."
keiji narrows his eyes.
"basically, i have my husband here, say hi, keiji."
"hello- wait—"
"and he's going to list off his favourite colognes, and i'm gonna rank them!" you turn to face him, feigning innocence you know you don't hold. "go ahead, babe."
it's obvious what's going on, what this video is really supposed to be. he knows, and yet he can't stop from looping that word in his head again—
husband.
husband?
his eyes flicker down to your ring finger, then back up to your eyes.
keiji thinks he's stopped breathing.
he has stopped, actually—he's doing it manually, telling his brain to let out the carbon dioxide in his lungs for oxygen.
in,
husband-
out,
husband-
in-
would you like him as your husband?
out-
it's a push and pull, and when he thinks he can manage to say something, a "seriously?" or "well, the one i bought recently has a vanilla note that i've been enjoying," you make eye contact with him through the screen. again—
"c'mon, husband."
his head drops to your shoulder, and he pouts at the immediate laughter that follows.
"what's wrong, keiji?"
arms wrap around you, a hand finding its way to rest on your hip. "stop."
"stop what?"
"i hate you."
"you hate me? guys, my husband hates me, can you believe that?"
"oh my god."
keiji burrows his face into the crook of your neck, and you yelp as he nips at your skin— "keiji!"
your voice makes him pull you closer, hide a little longer, because despite everything, he knows he has a stupid, lovesick grin on his face, and that's something he wants only you to see.
so it's only after you reach to stop the video (with no help from your boyfriend that continues to cling onto you) that keiji finally looks at you, his cheeks flushed pink as he smiles.
then his fingers climb up to your waist, his skin warm against yours under your shirt, and it's your turn to be shocked this time,
"what are you—"
heat travels up your neck as his eyes look down at your lips, and he asks, "can i try to make your day better too?"
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