She Lies On The Bed, Lazily Raising One Of Her Long, Hairy Legs And Pressing It Against The Wall, Admiring

She lies on the bed, lazily raising one of her long, hairy legs and pressing it against the wall, admiring how it looks. She brushes her hand through the hair on her calf.

Simon takes a moment to catch his breath after their intense morning make-out session, his lips pulling into a playful smirk as he looks at her. He then raises his own muscular, extremely hairy leg, bringing it closer to hers, deliberately letting the hair brush against each other.

She lets out a scoff and shoots a skeptical glance at his hairy leg.

"Oh, really?!"

He laughs and continues being lighthearted, replying with a chuckle,

"Mine's more fluffy"

She rolls her eyes in mock annoyance, but can't help but shiver at the sensation of his hand on her calf.

"Yeah, yeah," she says, pretending to be exasperated, "but then why are you rubbing mine, huh?"

He continues to stroke her hairy skin with his calloused fingers, his voice low and intimate as he replies, "Because it's softer."

Made some custom play sheets for myself and my younger bros who are going to join me on our first ironsworn campaign together!

Needed something more simple than the official ones considering some of my brothers are quite a bit younger and character sheets can get pretty overwhelming for them. But also I had a blast making these, I’ve only ever altered character sheets b4, for the same reason, little bros don’t need all that.

ghost, covered in blood: haha it’s fine, i’m fine, everything is fine

soap: si, i mean this in the nicest way possible; you are the most mentally fucked up person i have ever met

Some of yall needed to hear this

Credits to @/mattxiv on Instagram

A: "do you have everything packed?"

B: "everything that I need"

A: *looking at nearly empty bag*

A: "and that would be?"

B: "a phone charger and fuzzy socks"

civilian AU where soap consistently frequents this one flower shop after he had very quickly gained a crush on the owner, ghost, after the first time he visited.

originally, he’d just gone in for one bouquet, something for his sister’s wedding—but then he sees tall, blond, and mysterious behind the counter, gets obsessed with the delicate way such large hands wrap and trim flowers, and decides then and there that he has to win this guy over.

so soap starts coming back. makes up excuses for occasions needing flowers (his wallet is not all that happy about it, but he doesn’t care), then returns either later in the day or the day after to say plans fell through, then offer the flowers to the man—simon, his name tag says—because he knows there’s no refunds.

at first, soap is pretty certain simon just recycles the bouquets and arrangements. sticks a discount on them and calls it a day.

but then soap notices a vase, tucked out of sight unless you were standing right at the counter—a vase, of which, starts containing the bouquets that soap returns.

soap starts leaving little notes hidden in the flowers, then, and they start talking more, and it all comes to a head when soap finally decides fuck it, a just goes for it.

over the course of a few months, he’d sneakily gotten simon to tell him all his favourite flowers. so, soap goes in one day as usual, picks them out, and waits for his arrangement.

simon looks a bit crestfallen when he asks the occasion, and soap tells him it’s for a date. but soap is then relishing in the blush that spreads across simon’s face the moment soap hands the flowers right back, and asks him to dinner.

obviously soap doesn’t stop buying him flowers after that. but at least now he didn’t have to make excuses—and it makes his heart flutter every time he walks into the shop, now that simon has begun leaving soap’s bouquets out in their vase on full display for everyone to see.