#smotheriness

[mqzy437furs]

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#contakia #unwrinkling #pseudocritically #Fingo #teatlike #Ellinger #carbaryls #imperils #stypticin #Euroclydon #highfashion #smotheriness #Vinland #demigorge #guinfo #unendangered #short-bodied #garlopa #cerebroparietal #insalivation

[bipanicoverthegravessiblings]

Does Gabriel have a toxic trait?

Due to how he grew up, he internalizes someone being upset, angry, or frustrated as something he did, so he’ll try to fix it…which makes things worse more often than not

#the coffin of andy and leyley #tcoaal #tcoaal oc #gabriel emmanuel #it can feel very- smothery at times

[swimmingferret]

I can't wait for Inosuke and Kanao to meet in your Iron and Blod fic because their relationship might have differed from the canon. Or it could be the same with just Douma being a dad and Tanjiro and maybe his family dealing with their family because they think some of the stuff they do is weird but don't call it out because they are kinda too nice for that.

You mean the main crew? Tbh I can actually see Zenitsu being really afraid of Kanao from my fic, since she's basically dead inside except for being around her family. Zenitsu would pick that up with his hearing and be really put off by her, since at least Inosuke still behaves like a person ya know?

The idea of Douma and his two deranged kids coming across the Kamado family before Muzan happens is a hilarious idea ngl 'cause they would be rather polite even if its wildly obvious those three are all 'Off'

#I think Douma being a smothery parent might endear him #but he'd still stink like a demon but Tanjiro before Muzan would have zero idea why he would smell like that #and accusing someone of being inhuman is just rude #ramblings

[muse-of-nothing]

my Beforan Feferi aka )(er Imperial Smothering!

she's... uhhhh... a person in power...

ya let's put it like that

under the cut some more AU bullshit

#tw implied child abuse #)(er Imperial Smothering #please just block the second tag if you don't want to see bad!Beforan!Feferi #if you want to know my idea for Beforan!Feferi in my au it's #kind to be cruel #in my au kankri's & meenah's experiences with smotheri are diffrent #both fucking awful tho lol #i love you feferi i swear #kankri vantas #meenah peixes #beforan feferi #homestuck #alternate universe #can't believe i'm actually posting this :/ #forgot to add! #kankri's lyrics are from ¨the moon will sing¨ by the crane wives #meenah's lyrics are from ¨icicles¨ by the scary jokes #indulgencestuck #my own art

[fingertipsmp3]

Facebook will jumpscare you for no reason. Like why did I need to know that the girl who used to stalk me is pregnant, and why did I need to know one of my former bullies has just married an ugly man

#the second one made me laugh actually. but the FIRST……. #i don’t have her as a friend; just to clarify. but we must be in one of the same groups #someone posted a changing table saying ‘for free in [nearby town] collection only’ and she commented saying ‘is this still available please #i need it’ and i was like oh… no #i would’ve thought she was getting it for a friend if she didn’t say ‘I need it’ #why am i concerned? because this person being a parent does not seem… wise #she stalked me not only while we were at school but on and off until i was 21 #i still get out of sight if i see her in town because idk if she’s going to try to follow me home and do something weird #and i know people with some really bad stories about her #i know people change but the version of her that i knew was really unstable and i have no evidence that she’s been through any type #of treatment. her family are those smothery type of parents who shelter their kids and don’t want to believe anything is wrong with them #like i said; i hope she’s changed but i don’t see where someone who was raised in her circumstances and has remained in those circumstances #would gain the self awareness that she needs to change #godspeed to that baby. is all i’m saying. she does seem to be married so i hope her husband is normal #i extremely doubt that though #personal

[strawberrystepmom]

Nono you need your favs to come take care of you ☕︎ I hope you recover soon

gojo asking me to open mouth cough on him so he gets sick too core!!!!! fomo is more terrify than covid!!!!

also thank u ily

#LMFAOOOOOO #answered #no but i imagine he’d be all the smothery goodness I need rn #kakashi would take his distance but occasionally open the bedroom door to make sure I’m #I’m okay #Geto is spraying me in the eyes and nose with Lysol #Natsuo gave it to me first and now I can’t leave his side while he’s sick

[z2rhl3hme]

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#Cushite #arose #chromatogenous #Ostic #unchemical #pnea #polytope #smothery #mothless #documentarian #Jezreel #theirn #gibberose #flowing #unpicturesqueness #Heterodera #cock-penny #subintroduced #Dactylopteridae #wide-mouthed

[c4icazinqrp2yf]

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#codivine #antijam #counter-time #Sextant #aweing #tressed #triads #miurus #garous #femaleartist #loud-roaring #Soembawa #Cushite #arose #chromatogenous #Ostic #unchemical #pnea #polytope #smothery

[splickedylit]

Just reread domestic diplomacy, so hype for the 3rd part. Was curious whether you planned on ever including other pale couples? I would love to see the meowrails or vrisrezi in this au where pale romance is actually. Romance. Lol. Anyway keep being cool (and share another snippet of the wip if you want pls 👀)

Aw, hooray! :D Tbh I don't really,,, plan these fics lol. This series especially I very much make up as I go, so I can't discount the possible future in which meowrails make an appearance, but I also have learned to make no promises about what's going to happen in uhhh any fic ever lol. But I can certainly share a snippet, since I'm getting writing done today!

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Trolls don’t drink wine, it turns out—trolls don’t drink alcohol at all.  When Gamzee sniffs at your cup thoughtfully, he’s already recoiling before Karkat makes an urgent, warning noise and yanks at his arm.

“&lt;NO,>” Karkat says, and Gamzee rolls his lips back from a really startling amount of fangs and makes a low, throaty rising and falling noise that sounds disgusted even to your human ears.  “<Have a cup of (noun, gesturing at whatever’s in the wine bottles with troll labels on them) or something!>”

“<Shit smells like (some kind of descriptor with ‘window’ in it, for some reason),>” Gamzee says, and reaches over to snatch up one of the bottles Karkat pointed him toward, popping the top off with a careless twist of his wrist and taking a much more appreciative sniff.  “<Fuck yeah, that thing right there, makes good for motherfucker to have a good (fatal) time.>”

“<You’ll do good (warning shot) at worst,>”  Karkat says sternly.  “<And not with human home-cleaning liquid drinks. You would die.  Die fast—and boring, not funny, not fun, got it?  Humans drink home-cleaning liquid to get (troll-descriptor).>”

Gamzee chortles.  “<I bet the fuck they do get!>” he says, apparently delighted.  “<And then get (the fatal form of “funny” but flipped around to be a descriptor? A new construction, excellent)  funny-dead real quick for because of they’re nasty.>”

“What are you guys drinking, then?” you say, and reach over cautiously to the bottle Gamzee’s holding; he growls a little, possessively, apparently just as a warning that it’s his now, and then gives it up and watches you hold it up and take your own big sniff.  It doesn’t…smell toxic.  Sweet, mostly, in a weird, thick, smothery kind of way that makes your nose burn a little.

“It is human safe,” says Kanaya, before you can ask.  “I believe you don’t feel…tss.  Intoxated, by it.  But it is still very strong for you, differently.”

That’s all you need to hear.  You pick up one of the glasses and pour some out for yourself—it’s just a little thicker than water, a pure, light gold color, and when you take a sip it’s like getting punched in the sinuses by a sugar cube the size of a building.

“Oh, fuck,” you say, and swallow with an effort.  Your eyes are watering; your mouth feels aggressively candy-coated.  “Whoof.  Wow!”

Rose is laughing at you, just a little—not out loud, but you can tell by the way her eyes are creased and her lips are quirked up at the corners.  “Yes,” she says.  “Nectar requires some getting used to.  Trolls cannot metabolize alcohol but they are…quite sensitive to sucral compounds.”

“Give it,” Gamzee says, and gestures insistently to have his bottle back, then reaches past the nice wine glasses to pick up a distinctly human red solo cup and dumps a hearty half-cupful of nectar into it, then pulls a bottle of something that looks exactly like faygo with alien writing on the label and dumps a hearty measure of that in on top of it.

“<You can have one of those,>” Karkat says, looking appalled.  “<You (something)-less piece of shit.  One, got it?  What the fuck is wrong with you.  And you’re not kissing me until you clean your teeth.  I’ll get (troll descriptor) off your fucking breath.>”

Gamzee grins hugely and runs his tongue over all his fangs in Karkat’s direction, then tosses back a big mouthful of his mixed drink and gives a happy shivering rumble, fins fluttering and claws kneading delicately at his cup.

“You want?” he says in English, and holds it out at you, grinning exactly like he did earlier when he snuck a horn under your butt—like this is the kind of joke that has a winner and a loser, and he’s pretty sure he’s already won.

“Jade,” says Dave.  “He’s bein’ a dick.  You know you don’t have to take shit from this guy, right?”

“I know!” you say, and reach out to take the cup from Gamzee’s hand, holding eye contact in a way you’re pretty sure is kind of socially unacceptable.  Karkat starts “Jade—” and then you take a deep breath and throw the cup back.

#Homestuck #Splickedydrabbles #Gamzee Makara #Jade Harley #Karkat Vantas #miracrails #anyway I'm entertaining myself lol #Humans drinking troll 'alcohol' HOLY SHIT IS THIS PURE SYRUP THAT SOMEHOW WANTS TO KILL ME #trolls drinking human alcohol: *noises of rapid organ failure*

[thenightmarketofdathomir]

Maul’s Gloves

Pairing: Darth Maul x Reader Rating: Explicit CW: Penetration, impact play, sensory deprivation, training, breath play, power exchange, a little degradation

- You get used to the leather when he keeps his gloves on, not wanting to sully himself with your nakedness, your fluids, your arousal. - You get used to the sensation of those worn seams against your skin, leaving indentations you can feel afterwards: on your hips, on your stinging ass, or on the insides of your thighs where he’s held you in place until he’s finished. - You learn to love the need that comes from wanting to be touched by him, but always being deprived the rough callouses of his skin. - You learn that he keeps his claws long and sharp when he’s sent on missions, and the gloves are sometimes for your protection. - You learn to love the sting when he claps your ass, how the extra layer covering his skin is more rigid and possesses an edge of pain that lingers. - You develop a pavlovian response to the creak of leather when he makes a fist, a tight notching across his knuckles that gets you hot in seconds. - You know the smothery, hot scent of leather intimately, how firm his grip can be over the lower half of your face when he closes a hand of your mouth and all you can breathe is the last, hot rasp of your control slipping away. - You learn to love the extra, irregular friction when he fucks you on his fingers, bent over one knee with your ass in the air, the other hand on the back of your neck to hold you in place. - You learn how he likes you to care for them, like they’re a tool that only you can clean and prepare when he needs them: something dedicated to your time together, when the robes come off and he’s naked — they’re the one thing he’ll humour you with if you ask him nicely to use them.

#Darth Maul #Darth Maul Headcanons #Darth Maul x Reader #Darth Maul x You #Darth Maul Smut #Maul x Reader #Maul x You #no y/n #Maul Smut #GN Reader #Star Wars Smut #Maul headcanons

[mossymandibles]

(feel free to ignore if you don't wanna answer this about your OCs)

Whats Kraw like in bed? Is he cuddly? Does he like taking the lead or letting his partner do that?

Asking partially cause he hot and partially cause Im wanna know more about whats going on in his noggin cause he's a cool character

I’m okay answering these types of questions if they’re asked in a sort respectful way so you’re good =]

Well I’d say he enjoys both roles, but where he doesn’t normally come in contact with people of his size, he doesn’t tend to take lead very often unless they are absolutely comfortable with it. He’s definitely a generous lover though and open to a lot of things but he relies heavily on communication and wants to know he’s not hurting anyone. When he takes lead it’s usually with well ‘built’ people or someone closer to his body type.

Kraw does not like to be touched in certain ways unless he’s in the mood and/or gives permission, even for partners he’s familiar with (eg. no kissing and gods don’t wake him up by groping him first thing). Sylvaine had to learn this as well, even with medical matters.

He doesn’t normally fall asleep easily with other partners in bed except Zaander (his fwb) because he tends to get a bit smothery in his sleep. Thankfully he doesn’t roll around a lot but since he was young he’d wrap up with his tail like his own body pillow, so anyone within the vicinity will often get the same treatment. Zaander doesn’t mind and he knows Kraw won’t squeeze or anything, but some partners might find it to be claustrophobic or scary.

Despite enjoying physical contact and cuddling, Kraw can be self aware to a fault just because of his size alone but since Zaander has known him for a while he feels comfortable with him and they’re both familiar with each other’s boundaries (Zaander hardly has any, he even trusts Kraw enough to let him do teeth play type of stuff).

#anon replies #asks #kraw #idk how to tag this but it seems evident what it’s about?

[llamagoddessofficial]

What would happen if mc got released out of prison sooner? I can imagine the prison would want her to come back to keep skull content but the other two on the other hand……

Sans: He misses her. Stars, he misses her. She writes to him nearly every day (his ‘low risk’ letters don’t need to go through checks), and she definitely visits more often than he thought she would, but he misses her so much it hurts because she was his cellmate. His girl. He lays awake at night, staring at the ceiling, the emptiness of the room makes his Soul feel cold and hopelessly lonely. He opened up... now he’s paying the price.

He was extremely tempted to sabotage her release. Even for a few months- it’d be as easy as anonymously submitting ‘evidence’ against her, even if it was false it’d require some time to process and he’d have her a little longer. Had she been freed during the beginning steps of their relationship, he may have gone through with that. But something in him told him he just can’t do that to her. He’s trying to be a better person, for her sake, she’s planted seeds of empathy in his once-merciless mind, and now... robbing her of her freedom so he can hold her a few more nights? He just can’t.

He’ll see her again. He knows he will. He doesn’t get go that easily.

Red: Mc thought getting out of prison would be the thing that finally made Red drop his interest. Sure, the two had grown to genuinely like each other, and she was beginning to realise he was sweet and genuine and more than just the powerthirsty thug everyone else was terrified of... but she was totally convinced that once she was out of the prison walls, he’d find someone else to bother.

Wrong.

He’s got eyes everywhere on the outside. He knows exactly what she’s doing, where she’s going, who she’s seeing... and she’s aware of that, too. He makes sure his contacts aren’t subtle about who sent him. Red sends her flowers and letters (they arrive at her exact address), fancy gifts and cash, he’s flexing his power and making it clear to her that his affection hasn’t faltered just because she’s out of physical reach. It’s pretty intimidating; it’s one thing to hear about how much sway his family has, it’s another to experience it firsthand.

He misses her. He wants to make sure she knows that as soon as he’s out, he’s coming to find her; he’ll make good on all those date promises he made behind bars~

Skull: The prison is desperate to keep her around. Desperate. They’d hire her with a position they prepared before she’s even released, paying her to visit Skull as often as she can to keep him calm. It’s a pretty sweet deal, considering it’s really hard to find jobs as an ex-convict and they fork out a respectable amount for her to just sit in a cell with a smothery Skull.

He loses his mind without her. When she’s gone too long, he reverts to a state of madness and violence even worse than before, deteriorating from broken speech into frantic snarling and screaming before breaking into fits of hysterical rage against anyone who even comes close. Everything turns into a blur of confusion and fear, he’s terrified of waking up alone. Waking up alone means there’s a 50/50 chance he’ll be in a nauseous haze with blood on his claws. 

Sometimes, he wakes up to her smell. Her soft hands on his face, grounding him to reality. Her voice distracts him from the painful shivers and aches his body gets from the intensely heavy tranquilisers. Those times... those are the times he feels like there might be something in him worth saving.

#llamagines #prison au #prisoner mc au #mc: Im sure that once I'm out of prison red will get bored of me #red: ahahahah aw. cute address by the way

[jomiddlemarch]

The shapes a bright container can contain! 

III. “Who’s looking after you?” Draco asked. 

He was sitting in a slat backed chair he’d dragged up beside her bed. It seemed mean that the few private rooms in the Hogwarts infirmary only held a twin bed and a side-table, far more like a prison cell than he felt was appropriate but perhaps reflective of the very little time anyone at Hogwarts had spent at Azkaban. Hermione was propped up with pillows, her hands laid flat on the white coverlet on her lap. Her hair had been washed but not tended especially well, wrestled back into an unruly, lumpy plait that spoke to unfamiliarity with either charms or potions. There was a cup of tea on the table, apparently untouched, as was the iced biscuit tucked at the base of the saucer.

“What do you mean—”

“I mean, who notices when you leave meals early? That you’re too pale, that you always answer when anyone asks, that you don’t count any danger to yourself too great? Who should’ve been the one to follow you, to stop you. To keep you from drowning?” Draco said, his voice a little too tightly controlled, too calmly even for her to not to be aware he somehow, for some reason, was nearly incandescent with rage. “It shouldn’t have been me. You’d never have thought I’d come running—I almost didn’t come, didn’t run, except that the children were too quiet—"

“They were scared,” she said.

“They bloody well should have been,” he said. “I was terrified—”

“I look after myself,” she said, answering the earlier question. She looked down at her hands but he didn’t think she saw them. 

“You look after other people,” he countered. She looked up, startled. But not offended, not yet. Perhaps she wouldn’t be. “I understand, when we were children, everyone thought you were the brightest witch of our age. You knew better than everyone else, it was all right to rely on you but now—Potter doesn’t try? Neville?”

“Harry was brought up by people who treated him about as badly as your father treated House-elves. And then he lost Sirius and Molly basically commandeered him as an honorary Weasley with years of parenting to be made up for. She can be rather smothery, it’s not an approach he could really model himself after,” Hermione said. “He’s not very good at it. And he uses most of what he’s got to give on his own children, as he should.”

“Fine. I think you’re cutting him too much slack but I am willing to admit you know him better. But Neville? It’s not like him, not to notice, he’s always been so fond of you,” Draco said, trailing off.

“Exactly,” Hermione replied. “I can’t—it’s not fair to him, when he feels one way and I…”

“He’s in love with you and you only care about him as a friend, so you don’t let him get close,” Draco said. 

“You’re as blunt as a bludger,” Hermione said.

“If you mean a Gryffindor, you might as well say it,” Draco shrugged. “You nearly died, I’m trying not to tax you too greatly.”

“You needn’t worry,” she said.

“You’re wrong. I know it’s an unfamiliar experience for you and that you’re likely to tell me I’m the one who’s wrong,” he said.

“Because you are,” she replied.

“No, I’m not. Because I’m the one who dragged you out of a loch in Scotland in November, because you couldn’t get yourself out, despite being one of the most powerful witches alive in England,” he said. “Someone else needs to worry about you. Though I prefer looking after, since worrying is largely ineffectual and won’t stop you from depleting your entire magical core, a real feat, I must add, given your previously mentioned magical strength, and getting yourself killed or at least maimed without the prospect of any recovery, if we go by your predilections. And it will surely be in a way that creates maximum guilt in your friends and associates. Neville will be beside himself and Potter may end up going through a midlife crisis and becoming the next Dark Lord.  He’ll grow a goatee and be generally intolerable.”

“You know what a midlife crisis is?” Hermione said. Her lips curved and he realized it was the first time he’d seen her smile in months. A real smile, where the expression in her eyes matched.

“Yes, I don’t live under a rock. Potter would be a little young by Wizard standards, but I think like you, he still sees himself as a Muggle first,” Draco replied. 

“Not wrong,” she said.

“Oh, are we playing a game now?” Draco said. “I’ll win. You’ve always been pants at chess and you can’t stand Quidditch.”

“Draco, what do you want?” she said. She settled back against the pillows and he could feel her exhaustion. The Hogwarts linens were too thin. She ought to be covered in a fluffy duvet, supported by a featherbed. There should be a pair of sheepskin slipper warming on a fender.

“I want you to be properly looked after. I’ve—we’ve both lost too many people in our lives. I don’t want you to be someone else who’s lost,” he said. “I spoke to Abbott and the Headmistress, they allowed me to see whether your quarters were adequate for your recovery and the suite is hardly better kitted out than this room, might as well belong to a hermit—”

“You had no right,” she said.

“You’re right. I didn’t. But I did ask permission from your physician and your superior. When Neville heard, he didn’t scold me,” Draco said. “All the plants he gave you are dead, by the way. Even the metalmalarky cactus”

“You still haven’t said what you want. Not directly,” she replied.

“I want to look after you. Myself. I have a property nearby. You know I don’t live in the dungeons like Snape did,” Draco said. The man had been a masochist or Dumbledore had had him under house arrest. There was no way Draco would ever have agreed to live adjacent to his classroom and he certainly wasn’t going to allow the Hogwarts dungeon to be his son’s home. He and Astoria had bought the small estate shortly after Scorpius was born, an act of faith that the baby would not be a Squib and a commitment to being present in their child’s life as neither of their own parents had been. 

“You want me to live in your house?”

“It’s a not insignificant property. There’s a carriage house, entirely separate. But it’s got all the mod cons and a library, a conservatory,” he said.

“A carriage house with a conservatory. Only you, Malfoy. Will you feed me hothouse grapes from your lily-white hand?” she said.

“I’ll stock the library with Regency romances, as you seem to have a taste for them,” he said, slipping the cufflinks out of his cuffs and rolling them back so she could see the calluses on his palms, the spatter of old burns he’d never bothered to fully heal. “Not lily-white. Say yes, Hermione. Let me help—”

“You’ll badger me endlessly if I refuse, won’t you?” she said. She could have sighed and didn’t. He let himself hope.

“I’ll have to. I don’t fancy a repeat of today’s dip in the loch. The Squid is whatever squid is for handsy,” he said. She raised an eyebrow and he decided to pivot. “It was too close. Please. Please allow it.”

“I suppose since you’ve asked so nicely, I’d be an utter wretch to refuse,” she said.

“Yes, I think that would be the consensus. Here and of course, elsewhere. Abroad. Across the pond,” Draco said, relief making him a bit giddy. “Shall I go on?”

“I think I’d rather nap for a little while. Then Hannah can tell us whether I’m allowed to Side-along or whether we’ll have to take Muggle transport.”

“That’s fine. I’ll get everything sorted. Let the looking after commence,” he replied, lowering his voice as Hermione’s eyes grew dozy.

#dramione #hermione x draco #draco POV #hogwarts professors AU #epilogue what epilogue #hurt/comfort #tw: near drowning #slow burn #harry potter #neville longbottom #caretaking as a love language #draco loses his temper judiciously

[muse-of-nothing]

IndulgenceStuck!Meenah: there's nothing wrong with me

IS!Meenah: *has anger issues/no real emotional control* *has a lot of trouble trusting others* *thinks hitting people is normal* *is clearly deeply traumatized in general*

IS!Meenah: i am clearly the normal one here

#aranea: ... #thanks smotheri (deragotory) #tw implied child abuse #meenah peixes #indulgencestuck

[tenth-sentence]

Yet already it felt to Jill and Eustace as if all their dangers in the dark and heat and general smotheriness of the earth must have been only a dream.

"The Chronicles of Narnia: The Silver Chair" - C. S. Lewis

#book quote #the chronicles of narnia #the silver chair #c s lewis #jill pole #eustace scrubb #dangers #dark #heat #smothered #underground #only a dream

[prophecyguided]

@dreamsofalife || from x

The hug was incredibly comforting, and for the first time since all of this started, she felt safe and content. She was definitely gonna have to do something nice for Barclay for talking her through all of this.

As much as it hurt to hear that he’d been through worse somehow, the message wasn’t lost for it. For once, Shy just listened, absorbing what was told to her, hoping against hope that it wasn’t too late to fix...or, well, not try to fix, her mistakes past. It didn’t hurt that Barclay was so kind in his explanation; he understood and wasn’t saying it to be critical or call her out. He understood the score and wanted things to work out, and if anything that made it an easier pill to swallow.

“You’re right...I’m sorry, I know I’ve been kinda...control-freaky lately, and that’s not the way this needs to be handled. I get so worked up about stuff and trying to make it better that sometimes I think I forget that there’s stuff that you can’t really do that for.” She bit her lip, still troubled by everything, but very clearly taking what he said to heart. “I just gotta take a step back and not get so overprotective and smothery and stuff, and be more of a support and less of a...I don’t think tank is the right term, but I’m not sure what the right one would even be.”

She almost jumped right back to hugging him, but hung back, not willing to dive right back in to acting on pure emotion once more. “Thanks for talking me through this...and for listening. You probably get this a lot, but you’d be a great counselor.”

Good thing for Shy, Barclay was a hugger. He pulled her back into the hug when he saw the hesitation, his hand giving her back a little pat.

"You got it. When he comes back, don't rush him or try to smother him, just give him a little space and ask what he needs. Just don't be too disheartened if he just asks for some space. That may be what he needs most so try not to take it personally."

Barclay gave one last squeeze before he let go, laughing a little. "Well, I'm just speaking from experience. You make mistakes but you learn from them and then you use that new knowledge going forward. Now, let's go see about that power washer and gettin' this graffiti off, okay?"

It was easy enough to find it in storage and it seemed to have all the pieces as far as he could tell. It was loud as all hell when he turned it on but it was enough to get the spray paint off without damaging the RV. After a but he offers it to Shy, hoping actively doing something to help would improve her mood. Or at least keep her mind preoccupied until the others got back.

#i do that || ic #the mothman || self #the dreamer || shy #the bigfoot || barclay #please can you call me indrid? it's... i don't prefer moth man. || amnesty verse