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If he's so evil and heartless, why is he cuddling with me oh so gently and kissing me?

my heart goes out to feral, borderline evil caretakers that only have a soft spot for whumpee. caretakers that have taken countless lives, destroyed cities and families; their bloodstained hands capable of so much pain and grief, but they soften as they brush through a sleeping whumpee’s hair. their scarred hands squeezing whumpee’s in act of comfort when they’re afraid; the words that spill from their lips are not of threats or poison, but soft love and soothing care. whumpee knows this, they know what their precious, kind caretaker has done, will do, and it only serves to make them feel safer than ever.

I told the stars about you