TapTapTapTap..... What do YOU want ?...
WL: uncle?.... are you by cHance Doing any better toDay?

Mf: Zzz….Zzz….Zzz….Zzz….

MF: *FALLS OVER*

Mf: *sleeps*

wolvencompany:

doctor stop it you’re embarrassing 
meant to be something to take a small break from a commission I was working on, but instead it turned out all awkward and frustrating. aaauggh. [note to self: if something isn’t working out, don’t force it.]
redraw from last year.

wolvencompany:

doctor stop it you’re embarrassing 

meant to be something to take a small break from a commission I was working on, but instead it turned out all awkward and frustrating. aaauggh. [note to self: if something isn’t working out, don’t force it.]

redraw from last year.

HELLO YANA I HEARD THAT YOU WERENT FEELING SO I BROUGHT YOU CANDY AND THIS EARTH MOVIE CALLED 'WHITE CHICKS' IT LOOKS FUNNY AND MIGHT CHEER YOU UP! FEEL BETTER MY FRIEND!
Anonymous

Mf: *falls down and passes out*…….

My muse has been kidnapped for experimental ‘research.’ After months of searching, yours has finally found mine. How does your muse react to the condition mine is in?
*Rolls in* Hello lovely person how are you ? OuO

Mf: *he stares at the anon for a good long while before bursting into tears*

"Yana..?" Ten asked softly as he looked for his friend.

Mf: hm?… *he emerged sluggishly from a dark space, looking more or less grumpy and tired*

*Soft smack smack* get yourself together man, let someone watch the time tot before you pass out from sleep deprivation.
Anonymous

Mf: hhnn… Fine… Ill visit vt…

(Cutting) Mf: hey fanni i wa-..... *he stops, eyes staring at the blade and fanni. A large range of emotions cross his face before he takes a step closer*... Fannibal?...*hurt is on fanni's moirail's expression, hurt, confusion, and concern*

hannibal-fandom:

the-master-fandom:

hannibal-fandom:

*He quickly dropped the blade to his side and lifted his uninjured arm, trying to quickly rid himself of the tears streaming down his cheeks.*

HF: I-I-

HF: Yana, leave. Now.

*yana felt the hands shove against his chest and he fell back, he clambered up and chased after fanni, he tried opening the door, pressing against it*

Mf: Fanni! Fanni please open up!! Open the door! I… I need you to open this door fanni… Im you moirail… Im supposed to help you… Please let me help you… You dont have to deal with this alone…

*a ghost with blonde hair watched the chase between the two and decided to let the whisps of the idea that maybe silence should help run through her mind*

*Silence gave a second look to the two, considering it for a moment…

And decided it was for them to solve on their own. Her head bowed again as she concentrated on the words of the book, locking herself away behind the great doors of her mind palace.*

*Fanni huffed, arms wrapped tight around himself in an imitation of a hug. His hands quickly found their way to his ears instead, trying to block out Yana’s yells. He trembled slightly as he slid into the long, pristine bathtub, feeling safer with its walls surrounding him and the porcelain cooling his cheek. He closed his eyes, trying to think of something calming. Hugh Dancy’s smile. Flower crowns. Rivers and fishing and puppies and hunting in a cool, autumn forest.

But it was hard to keep from thinking of the rot that infected each end of his mind. The festering blisters of some disease carried by the very thing he was based of. All this and an angry, pounding headache.*

*The ghost of silence’s old moirail let himself float silently by her side, no longer interfering. *

* It didnt take long before yana’s voice had gone ragged and rough from his yells, he fwumped against the door, silent while he curled up against the wood. Tears slid down his face faster and the images and words and actions all clawed against the fragile inside walls of his chest. He was curled up like a canine and still softly begging fanni in his hoarse voice to at least bandage the cuts.*

(Cutting) Mf: hey fanni i wa-..... *he stops, eyes staring at the blade and fanni. A large range of emotions cross his face before he takes a step closer*... Fannibal?...*hurt is on fanni's moirail's expression, hurt, confusion, and concern*

hannibal-fandom:

the-master-fandom:

hannibal-fandom:

*He quickly dropped the blade to his side and lifted his uninjured arm, trying to quickly rid himself of the tears streaming down his cheeks.*

HF: I-I-

HF: Yana, leave. Now.

*yana felt the hands shove against his chest and he fell back, he clambered up and chased after fanni, he tried opening the door, pressing against it*

Mf: Fanni! Fanni please open up!! Open the door! I… I need you to open this door fanni… Im you moirail… Im supposed to help you… Please let me help you… You dont have to deal with this alone…

*a ghost with blonde hair watched the chase between the two and decided to let the whisps of the idea that maybe silence should help run through her mind*

*Silence gave a second look to the two, considering it for a moment…

And decided it was for them to solve on their own. Her head bowed again as she concentrated on the words of the book, locking herself away behind the great doors of her mind palace.*

*Fanni huffed, arms wrapped tight around himself in an imitation of a hug. His hands quickly found their way to his ears instead, trying to block out Yana’s yells. He trembled slightly as he slid into the long, pristine bathtub, feeling safer with its walls surrounding him and the porcelain cooling his cheek. He closed his eyes, trying to think of something calming. Hugh Dancy’s smile. Flower crowns. Rivers and fishing and puppies and hunting in a cool, autumn forest.

But it was hard to keep from thinking of the rot that infected each end of his mind. The festering blisters of some disease carried by the very thing he was based of. All this and an angry, pounding headache.*

*the ghost of silence’s moirail silently kept to her side once more, holding to himself and trying not to worry about his beta and his old moirail’s alpha.*

Mf: Fanni!!…

*it didnt take long before the desperate cries of yana got hoarse and quiet, he laid down against the door, and curled up much like a canine would, now raggedly begging for fanni to at least bandage his cuts. The images, actions, words, all felt like they were clawing at the fragile inside walls of his chest, his pale fingers slowly slid under the door, curling there in a sad attempt to let fanni know that he really wasnt alone.*