Procrastinating So Hard But I Need To Get The Thing Done By Tonight Please Send Help

procrastinating so hard but I need to get the thing done by tonight 😭 please send help

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a drawing of madara except it's bad, low quality, and not my usual style cause I don't know how to draw on laptop

O sorry mb!!! Tysm!!! :D:D

This is the Tumblr hug💝💝💝💝💝Please pass it on to 5 mutuals to brighten someone's day! help I don't remember if I already sent this to you or not (I'm really tired) but if I did I'm sorry!!

if I didn't and am just being delusional,

hey :D

AKSHGD YOU SENT IT TWICE BUT DW RHEA THATS VERY KIND OF YOU!!! DONT APOLOGIZE C: SENDING A HUG BACK YOUR WAY TOO!!! <3333

This is it!!

It's so cute, brings me such joy

HEY I found a cute video and it has Azul in it, can I show you-? ><

YES PLEASE??? OMG?????

I FINALLY DID IT. Ruggie and Jack are next. why is Savannaclaw so hard to write for man ;n; it's almost as if they're one of my least favourite dorms or somethin

OH MY GOSH THIS IS AMAZING!! Ruggie and Sebek's parts are my favourite >///< You wrote them so well!!

Hello! I saw your requests were open and got hype! May I please request butler Sebek, Ruggie, and Rook with an injured master? Can be from anything you like! Thank you and I hope your day/night is going super!

Butler Sebek, Ruggie and Rook with an injured master

Sebek x reader, Ruggie x reader, Rook x reader

Sebek

Pain shot up your leg. Your wound screamed, as if the raw skin was being set ablaze. Even the softest cloth could do little to ease your discomfort.

Every little strand of cloth seemed to jab into your skin, stinging your flesh anew.

Biting into your lower lip, you winced as Sebek pressed a cloth into your knee. Part of his butler’s uniform, ripped out hastily. He holds it over your wound, pressing into it firmly.

To stem the bleeding, most likely. His fingers were stained. A ghastly crimson, seeping into the white of his fingernails. Sweat clings onto his brow, translucent pearls sparkling in the golden sunlight.

Slowly, you reach for his face. Gently running your fingers across his forehead, wiping off the sweat to the best of your abilities. Sebek blinks sharply, before his eyes met yours.

“Master. With all due respect, have you no self preservation?”

He barks, frowning in disapproval. Despite his sternness , there was a wavering undertone. Worry for your well-being.

His hands move around your leg, clumsily lopping the cloth around your wound. A makeshift bandage, tied tightly around your knee. The jagged edge of the cloth was tugged into a bow. Awkwardly tied, with one loop much more bigger then the other.

It flaps weakly, patting the side of your leg. A oddly comforting sensation. Much like a hand gently stroking your skin, comforting you. Despite the pain, a small smile slides across your lips.

Cupping Sebek’s cheek, you squeeze it affectionately.

“I’m lucky to have you then, my knight.”

A light pink patch spreads across his cheeks, the very tips of his ears a scarlet red. He shakes his head slowly, before his arms slide under your body. Heaving you up, cradling you close to his chest.

Close enough for you to feel every beat of his heart.

“Honestly… what would you do without me, Master?”

Ruggie

Clicks of his tongue ring sharp and true. They echo through the air, sounds of disproval. It’s strangely reminiscent of an old village lady, tutting away at the young scamps running rampant.

Biting into your lower lips, you do your best to stifle your laugh. Ruggie stands before you, arms akimbo. He notices your little laugh, before raising an eyebrow pointedly at you.

“Master. What have I said about the chores?”

“Leave them to you?”

“Exactly.”

He claps, gesturing wildly at your hands.

A shallow cut, blood slipping down your arms, dripping into the chopping board. Tiny blossoms of ghastly flowers bloom in the grains, crimson petals spreading through the wood.

He plucks the knife out of your hands, dragging you towards the sink. Flicking the tap open, you can’t help but wince as water surges through it, cleaning your wound. His fingers loosen his grip, thumb rubbing small, confronting circles into your skin.

Warm.

His touch was warm, the balmy heat of the summer’s sun. You couldn’t help but relax. The tension flows out of your shoulders. Ruggie clicks his tongue again, more amused then annoyed now.

“Master. It wouldn’t hurt to trust me a bit more, yeah?”

Fingers deftly wrapping your finger, yanking a bandage into place. He wraps your wound up rather neatly, bandage pulled tight around your finger.

After he ties the final knot, his head dips. Pressing his lips onto the bandage, a featherlight kiss. The warmth of his lips is fleeting at best, yet it still sent butterflies fluttering deep in your gut.

Ruggie shoots you a sheepish grin, before pulling away.

“Don’t get injured anymore, ya hear me?”

Rook

Your heels ached. The pain gnawing through your ankles, sinking its dastardly fangs into bone. Stumbling towards the closest wall, you cling onto it for dear life.

Fingers slide into both your shoes in turn. Peeling the infernal devices of torture off your feet. Sparing a glance at your ankles, you squirm at the scarlet spreading far and wide.

You shouldn’t have worn these shoes today.

Hands grip your shoulders, carefully easing you back. A sigh, before arms wrap around your body, heaving you upwards. Rook has you in his arms, emerald eyes searching your face in concern.

“Ah… Master. Why must you torment yourself so? There are other forms of respectable footwear that would never pain you.”

Your arms loop around Rook’s neck, clinging onto him. Rook notices, before he shifts you carefully. Adjusting your body so you curl snuggly against his chest, your shoulder pressed up to his heart.

A steady beat that flows like an lullaby, soothing your pain, even just a little. Some of the tension leaves your shoulders, and you find yourself leaning into Rook. Practically melting into him, at this point.

Briskly making his way through the hallways, Rook sets you down on a bench. You sink into its plush. Soft… although Rook’s skin had brought you much more comfort.

A tap on your lips. Blinking rapidly, you glance up. Rook’s lips slip into a small smile, before his head dips closer to your face. A light kiss, pressed into your cheek.

“I hope this helps alleviate some of the pain, My Master.”