#|| crying

" Uh... Breeding difficulty??? "

so i didnt see this when i established that each folder means one ask. oh no

here we go!

1. triumphant wx has killed the survivors at least 32 different times

2. wx can fit into any space that is a little bit bigger then their shoulders. they have no bones

3. wx is mildly afraid of winona because they're afraid she will open them in the middle of the night. so far she has not done that

4. wx looks at maxwell statues in the constant and wishes that were them

5. wx has quite a bit of empty space in their body. they do not have cushy, fleshy fat and muscle

6. wx's favorite tool is the axe. it is the most violent of the tools

7. verdant wx is made out of a freakish rock-metal alloy

8. wx's chemical engine works with heat. it kills pathogens and cooks food before transporting for nutrient extraction. not like the pathogens could've done anything in the first place

Newt’s fingers absently caress into Thomas’ hair out of habit, trying to be

    the comforting male he had reputation for. Although, it was true that he was

    far more comforting and empathetic with Thomas, especially when he would

    toss and turn in the night out of stress. His fingers delve into Thomas hair

    over and over again as he silently lets the other curl up against his side, a

    small smile on his face as he glances down at the brunet boy. He looks

    afraid, nightmares obviously having plagued him like everyone else, but the

    Glade had that after affect on everyone. Newt knew how to cope with it

    because he did with it every single night. Regardless, Newt’s head tilts

    against Thomas’ involuntarily, something he wouldn’t dare to do to any

    other Glader ever. Thomas was special. “Yeah, I got ya’ Tommy. Don’t tell

    anyone though,” he teases softly, squeezing him absently.