Pigeonl0rd - ๑fabi๑

OMG I LOVE THIS SM!! idk how to explain it but there’s something about this art style that comforts me??

listen-

When the big evil scary monster pauses and starts to observe you out of curiosity, gently grabbing your chin and turning it side to side to look at you. Soon moving down to your hands to observe how small they are against its own.

*giggles like a maniac*

i can practically hear the YIPPEEEE coming from this image

floffy little babies *sobs*

Me once I caught that lazy fluff boy mf (cat jing yuan)

Weird cat

new guy in the Express

bonus:

adding more to the whimsy

"oh will is such a bean he would never hurt a fly!!"

girl. THAT BOY IS TEXAN WITH A COUNTRY SINGER MOTHER?? he has probably witnessed more fights break out than all of us combined and he CANONICALLY listens to true crime podcasts!!! bro would 100% go berserk and use his southern accent to scare campers when they don't follow his doctors orders. "oh your wound reopened? OH, RATS! WHAT DID I TELL YA 'BOUT SWORD FIGHTIN'-" he is not a bean, your honour. HE'S A MENACE!!

The woman laid in his arms, her eyes blinded from the attacks in battle. She bled out from the sword embedded into her stomach, but it had been so long that she couldn't feel the pain anymore. He had long since ordered his soldiers to find the medic back at camp, but it was taking too long.

The light, slow, gentle snowfall had been ongoing since the night before, covering the ground in a thin layer of white that was now dyed red all around the two of them. Her sightless eyes gazed up at the snow-filled clouds, a few snowflakes landing gently on her face and melting faster than she could tell.

He promised her that he'd keep her safe.. that he'd protect her, but he couldn't make to her in time.. he was on the other side of the battlefield, but the moment he saw the enemy raise their sword against her, he shoved away the one he was fighting and ran. He ran as fast as he could but he wasn't fast enough.

Now the enemy was gone, leaving a battlefield littered with different bodies of both his team and the opposing, but they didn't even cross his mind when she was bleeding out in his arms. He couldn't even do anything besides press his already blood covered hands against her wound.

She called out his name, her voice holding a small tremor. He immediately looked over at her blood-stained face that was still so beautiful, even with the cuts and show of war..

"It's quiet.."

so was her voice.. he had to lean over to hear her better. He slowly lifted his hands away from her wound when he realized that she wouldn't make it out of this place..

"..Is the snow pretty..?"

he pressed his lips together as he held back tears.. she always loved the snow, but she couldn't even see it once more before she passed. Without even raising his gaze from her face, he spoke gently. His voice was always gentle when he spoke to her, such a difference compared to when he ordered around his other soldiers.

"..mm.. it's breathtaking.. it always is.."

She gave a small, serene smile. She knew he didn't look, and she also knew the hidden meaning behind his words.. he took her hand in his, giving a gentle squeeze, which she was too weak to return.

"I'm glad.. I've always liked the snow"

..'I know'. He let out a shaking, pained breath as he watched her let her eyes fall closed before she whispered one last time.

"I hope you see me when it snows.. I'll be there.."

As he watched her, he could only give a small nod even though she wouldn't see it. The tears finally fell from his eyes when he could no longer see the small cloud her warm breath created against the cold air. He leaned over and pressed his forehead against hers, letting out quiet sobs as he hugged her limp body against his chest.