surgery went fine and i’m healing :3c

“ oh geeze, there i go AGAIN. “ a hand lifts, long fingers will sift through his thickening hair. “ where the FUCK do i go, anyway ? “

hi srry ive been focusing on my drawing cuz im tryna join an art class soon heheheh so activity may be.... Gone for a bit ): but i have a discord if anyone wants ~ but i intend to come back n write when i have the time / inspo. i wanna make comics, so like, gotta try my hand at writing again anyway haha,,

greetings..... I’ve been doing commissions.

                    she knows that rudi would probably understand. considering who his father happened to be. a shame, really. “i can ‘preciate the fact ya’ still got a shit ton of booze ‘n an otherwise very empty apartment,” a grin is offered, tongue slightly poking out from the gap from her missing tooth. “i think i’ll take some of the better shit if ya’ don’t mind,” wild curls are pushed over her shoulder, nearly tickling the back of her knee as is cascaded down her back. “but i am a sucker fer’ sangria.” a hum leaves her as she uses her strength to pop herself up onto the kitchen counter, crossing one leg over the other. “so, let me tell ya’. this some fuckin’ bullshit. i’ve been climbin’ the ranks, right? been gettin’ some REAL BAD souls sent down ta’ hell.” it helps with her concious. “yes, xaphan. tha’ fuckin’ dick. he still sentences me ta’ work ‘n the furnace fer’ a few weeks. fuckin’ nearly killed me, ya’ know.” she wont go into full details, of course. xaphan was always terrible. “got a real stick up his ass. i ain’t even do anything wrong!”

thinking abt my other ocs.... thinking abt whats happened to... wren...

APPROACHES WITH THE CARE ONE WOULD WHEN APPROACHING - —-a wild animal ; hands relaxed , but ready ( ready to grab her knife , to her gun— whatever that would protect her from them ) and body taught with the keenness to bolt . ❛ that’s uh— that’s fine … mind telling me how you managed to get it though ? ❜ please , for both of their sakes , say it was already dead ( can’t stand dealing with ghouls as it is , let alone actively hunting ghouls ) .

attention is split in TWO WAYS: one on his meal, so delicious and 3 days rotten-- the other is on her, ASKING QUESTIONS. interesting. a chunk of FLESH is torn from the body, stench beginning to fill the air MORE and MORE. it’s absolutely divine to rudiger, and as he takes a chunk out of the flesh he holds, the ghoul makes eye contact with her. “ so maybe it was, “ he says, chewing OBNOXIOUSLY. blood dribbles down his chin, his hands. what does he care that she sees it ? tired of hiding. fuck humanity. “ see this often ? “ he even sports a shit eating grin to TAUNT. 

i jus queue’d a couple of replies n when i get home i’ll queue / post some more starters  ❤

The reaction, sudden and unanticipated, having expectednothing more than the furrow of a brows and indignant scoff, elated Jamie justthe same. It elicits a giggle of her too, high-pitched and genuine, conveyingevery ounce of sheer glee that encompassed the hybrid. Smaller arms come towrap around Rudi, tugging him into a warm and tight embrace  — though one not as taut as his had been, nearly depriving her of air,though it did not matter: the merriment overruling all else.

When she draws back, hands are eager to seize a gentle holdof his face again, intent on imprinting his features in her brain as if theywere to be separated again  —  not wanting to even forget the outlines ofhis face should such accursed event present itself. There is still the widesmile adorning her face, a finger fondly caressing the bridge of his nose beforethey traced his brows, cheeks, jaws, chin, leaving no expanse of skinuntouched.

Still swallowed in their moment of joy, she leaned in,pressing a kiss right onto his cheek and then another on forehead  — loving gestures he too had not received plenty of in all likelihood. Shewondered if in all those years spent in separation there had been someone tocomfort him as she did: tenderly and carefully. Wondered too if there had beensomeone to listen to, allowing Rudi to voice that what tormented his mind andcreated a safe haven for his thoughts and mental being.

Still held up in his hands, Jamie reached for the notebook,hastily flipping to a blank page and scribbling something down before turningit for him to read.

𝚒 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚍𝚢𝚘𝚞.𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚢𝚘𝚞.𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚛𝚎𝚢𝚘𝚞?

Missed him she truly had. A friend, one of the few to noneshe truly had. Carefully, she extended her hand to carve through his hair in the same old fashion she always had, curling a strand around her finger before styling it back into place. It still felt the same. He still felt the same.