#descendsfrom

does blake have a hairy ass now

‘   it might be.   ’   ren replied with a vague shrug, on slanting roof drawing knees up to chest as they watched her approach. she looked ethereal like this, figure silhouetted by the moon she looked equal parts mysterious and captivating. they’d only felt presences like hers a few times in their life, barely there wisps which were very hard to detect if you didn’t quite know what you were looking for. it wasn’t lost on them, the choice she made to make herself visible. they ran on the same wavelength. invisibility was an old friend of ren’s too.   ‘   i don’t really have my own handwriting. i’ve always copied someone else’s.   ’   calligraphy lessons had been the only remnant of suitor training they kept with them, and in the underground, the ability to forge signatures often came in handy, but now it was another element that added onto ren’s identity crisis.   ‘   the script i used came from one. your mother must have excellent taste.   ’

 ❝ didn’t i just slam a door in your face yesterday? i think we’re both big goobers, blake.  ❞

reminder to all that sometimes its completely valid to block people

   ❛     what do you mean ‘ i’m tired ’?  we’ve barely done anything, blake! legs are important and you’re going to have weak legs! we gotta strengthen them!        ❜     / @descendsfrom ♡’d