Rendu | ON MY CASE ERA
@pricesoap.bsky.social
Age 23 | Obsessed with 🔥🦅 | Multifandom (Mainly COD BO| Digimon)︎ FOLLOW ONLY IF +17 please‼️
Im @PRlCESOAP on the bird app
Im @PRlCESOAP on the bird app
Im so glad to hear that! Im doing good too 🙏 Just don't forget us cod fans /j 😭😭
May 12, 2025 at 8:56 PM
Im so glad to hear that! Im doing good too 🙏 Just don't forget us cod fans /j 😭😭
Oh i see 😭 Well I'm glad you are still around 🙏 I hope everything is going well for you
May 12, 2025 at 8:28 PM
Oh i see 😭 Well I'm glad you are still around 🙏 I hope everything is going well for you
OOMF a few days ago I was like "where is zouz i haven't seen her on my tl in ages"
I don't use bsky much 😭
I don't use bsky much 😭
May 12, 2025 at 7:14 PM
OOMF a few days ago I was like "where is zouz i haven't seen her on my tl in ages"
I don't use bsky much 😭
I don't use bsky much 😭
April 17, 2025 at 7:22 AM
Background is not mine I took it from BNHA 😭
April 16, 2025 at 2:00 AM
Background is not mine I took it from BNHA 😭
As he drifted off to sleep, the last thing he felt was Johnny’s hand in his hair, the gentle scratch of his fingers against his scalp, and the quiet, unspoken promise that everything was going to be okay.
January 23, 2025 at 9:15 PM
As he drifted off to sleep, the last thing he felt was Johnny’s hand in his hair, the gentle scratch of his fingers against his scalp, and the quiet, unspoken promise that everything was going to be okay.
The weight of the mission, of everything he had done and seen, started to lift, replaced by the steady, grounding presence of Soap beside him. For the first time in what felt like forever, Simon felt safe. He was home.
January 23, 2025 at 9:15 PM
The weight of the mission, of everything he had done and seen, started to lift, replaced by the steady, grounding presence of Soap beside him. For the first time in what felt like forever, Simon felt safe. He was home.
Soap’s fingers continued their slow, soothing rhythm, scratching lightly at Simon’s scalp, each stroke lulling him further into relaxation. Simon’s breathing began to slow, his body sinking deeper into the mattress.
January 23, 2025 at 9:15 PM
Soap’s fingers continued their slow, soothing rhythm, scratching lightly at Simon’s scalp, each stroke lulling him further into relaxation. Simon’s breathing began to slow, his body sinking deeper into the mattress.
Simon closed his eyes, leaning into the touch, the last remnants of tension melting away under Soap’s gentle care.
Neither of them said a word. The silence was comfortable, familiar. It was in these moments, in the quiet aftermath of chaos, that they found their peace.
Neither of them said a word. The silence was comfortable, familiar. It was in these moments, in the quiet aftermath of chaos, that they found their peace.
January 23, 2025 at 9:15 PM
Simon closed his eyes, leaning into the touch, the last remnants of tension melting away under Soap’s gentle care.
Neither of them said a word. The silence was comfortable, familiar. It was in these moments, in the quiet aftermath of chaos, that they found their peace.
Neither of them said a word. The silence was comfortable, familiar. It was in these moments, in the quiet aftermath of chaos, that they found their peace.
Soap climbed in beside him, pulling the covers over both of them. He shifted closer, his hand finding its way to Simon’s head. He started stroking his hair, his fingers weaving through the short strands, his touch slow and rhythmic. It was a simple gesture, but it spoke volumes.
January 23, 2025 at 9:15 PM
Soap climbed in beside him, pulling the covers over both of them. He shifted closer, his hand finding its way to Simon’s head. He started stroking his hair, his fingers weaving through the short strands, his touch slow and rhythmic. It was a simple gesture, but it spoke volumes.
Simon sank into the soft sheets with a quiet sigh, the tension in his body slowly releasing as he let himself be enveloped by the warmth and comfort of the bed.
January 23, 2025 at 9:15 PM
Simon sank into the soft sheets with a quiet sigh, the tension in his body slowly releasing as he let himself be enveloped by the warmth and comfort of the bed.
He trusted Soap to take care of him, to do what needed to be done. Once Simon was dressed, the sergeant guided him to the bed and gently pushed him down onto the mattress.
January 23, 2025 at 9:15 PM
He trusted Soap to take care of him, to do what needed to be done. Once Simon was dressed, the sergeant guided him to the bed and gently pushed him down onto the mattress.
He dressed Simon in clean clothes, soft cotton that felt like a balm against his battered skin. Simon moved mechanically, his limbs heavy, his eyes half-closed. But he didn’t resist.
January 23, 2025 at 9:15 PM
He dressed Simon in clean clothes, soft cotton that felt like a balm against his battered skin. Simon moved mechanically, his limbs heavy, his eyes half-closed. But he didn’t resist.