Raphael

Raphael

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

Mammon's perfect. No matter what character I'm obsessed with at any given time, there's always space for my first man =w=

I hate this whole needing money to live thing

Ah, my favorite time of the year

we've done it again folks

I'm not even in the fandom anymore but this story. OMG I LOVE THIS STORY gkdofhohf I drew fan art of it years ago buVMyt I DIDN'T REBLOG IT??? And considering @preyed-llama is my favorite writer ever (ur awesome omg just admit it) I thought, might as well reblog it now ^^ After all, it's still a great story by a great writer X3

(Btw, u should work on your threats dearie~)

The Horrors of an Adventure

words: too many 5920

Ship: everything platonic, no proper ship

Genre: hurt comfort

Summary: Patton gets lost in a weird land. It hurts and everything seems out to get him. Familiar faces were painfully different. 

Warnings: Deceit isn’t bad, as in he literally doesn’t do anything bad. Death mentioned. body changes? suffocation. 

Patton looked up. The sky was a peculiar light purple. A lilac purple. There were a few pink clouds that drifted across the pale sky, they looked like cotton candy. He blinked a few times and slowly sat up, his eyes remained glued on one of the clouds that looked like a pirate ship. He couldn’t remember a sky like this. The sky certainly wasn’t normal. Maybe he’d stumbled into Roman’s world of imagination… that was probably it… Right?

The world around him was very pretty, there was some woods around the clearing he was sat in and a green coloured pond next to him. Fish swam in the greenish water, under the reeds and lily pads, they were bigger than Patton ever thought possible. The grass was unnaturally soft and red under his fingers as the cold breeze tickled his skin and brushed his hair against his forehead.

His legs were unsteady as he pushed himself to his feet. His legs ached and trembled under his weight. He let out a deep breath and wiped the grass from his khaki pants. He was glad that he at least had his usual clothes on him. His light blue polo was clean and pristine, although his cat hoodie had red stains down the back from the grass. He combed back his hair and straightened up his glasses.

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