#anarchy!!!

"Only like me when im stuck in your head. Only bite me when im dead"

like.. cmon.. Thats literally how i imagine Tele thinks Antinous feels

"This isn't love its anarchy! With a kiss and a crutch my lips spit up sweet things" Okay so like literally how Tele feels about him and Tinny's relationship

idk how to explain this better just hear me out

The orphanage was old, the roof leaked, and after a bigger storm the rainwater even poured in under the doors and in the gaps between the windowpanes. So a rainy day not only meant a day spent locked inside, but a week of moping and cleaning and damp walls and never being warm enough.

The army was no better--a little shower couldn't stop them, her superiors used to say, as her unit marched on in the rain. (Her left boot had a hole, and the rainwater clung to the wool of her clothes something terrible, leaving behind a terrible, musty smell.)

To this day, Alina started shivering the moment she heard the thunder or the tap-tap-tap of raindrops.

Maybe that's why Aleksander caught up to her distaste of rain so quickly; why he made sure all rainy days found her in his study, blanket around her shoulders, warm drink in her hand, his own body within reach--her back against his chest, her head on his shoulder, her legs in his lap.

Tracer and Carri, two NPCs from my first campaign as a DM! 

Tracer is a Wood Elf Ranger, and her girlfriend, Carrie, is a Dragonborn Shadow Monk. They’re member of an underground anarchist organization that works to locate and destroy evocation bombs- they will help save from violence the world with a bit of violence.

🍋‍🟩they/it!! DON'T REFER TO ME WITH ANY TERMS!!!!!!!!!!! more stuff under the cut!!!