#i love them both am

[hinamie]

post-graduation trip airport looks

[clownsuu]

God I love the insane amounts of d r i p Stanley just casually wears

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Don't worry, they're into that.

(Want to know if this ancient sea god of destruction gets more belly paps? Or perhaps...a kiss? Find out in Tiger Tiger!)

[wanderingibon]

" I noticed that you've been smiling more, Lucanis. "

" ...Have I? ...Si, I suppose I have been. "

[ganondoodle]

i am of the humble opinion Tenna DID recognize Spamton but didnt know how to handle it hence the weird long reaction (extra time to come up with something to do lol)

[jollymalt]

sun and moon duo

[ruporas]

realizing it’s mutual (ID in alt)

[salamantenna]

THIS JUST IN — Local man says all siblings are friends with attempted murderers, executioners and witches, discorages others from sending loved ones to liberal school

[yallstar]

smoke break

[rookanisstuff]

The Dellamortes

[ministarfruit]

yuri month day 12: I want you to find me ♡

(femslashfeb prompt list)

[sketchy-tour]

Out of Sun and Moon, which do you prefer?

Sorry Moon, yellow is my favorite color-

[dumbassdumas]

[nastylittleghouls]

🌬️Steadily the east wind blows

[inkskinned]

despite pages of poems and the entire book i wrote you - you only ever wrote me two songs. the first has the lyric coming up on 7.13, the date we first started really flirting. it's been three years from then, and my life has been utterly ruined. we haven't spoken in a month. i oscillate between being a wreck and being wildly, manically happy. i go long periods without thinking of you - and then i keep myself up, tortured by memories.

i think it's important to note we had been friends for years first. that i had learned to trust you, to think better of you. that you knew who i was - and you still fucking broke me. you knew all the ways i had worked to be okay with myself. all my independence, my hobbies. you could have left me alone, is the thing. you could have let me just keep fucking living.

i keep writing paragraphs on paragraphs about what you did, what you said - who you were. how it escalated so slowly. how i am still scared to admit the truth of things, fearing your response. you taught me that fear. it's only been a month, but still - already, how strange to think of who i was while i was with you. that was a husk-girl, cowering, servile. i can't believe let you in my fucking house.

three weeks before you discarded me; you took me ring shopping. you would tell me so many times i was the love of your life, someone that you "couldn't live without."

the last thing you sent me was that second song - a new one, finally. it's about how i'll never get what i want. about how miserable the idea of a life with me is.

my mother was furious. i had to call her - i was sobbing on the floor of my bathroom about it. She knows it kills me that i can't have kids, i said, breathless, silver and shaking with anguish, Why would she make a fucking song about how sad that is.

you know her, and you know how gentle and forgiving she is. how rare her anger is. her response was slow, deliberate. sweetheart, she said, she can write any song she wants. i know my girl. you are going to write a book instead.

i hiccupped a laugh, but she was still talking. she dropped her voice low, almost scraping through the phone and onto the floor with me. it was a strange tone, almost like feeling a storm coming when there's nowhere safe to be.

i want you to rip her apart, she said. do you think you can you do that for me?

[heartorbit]

figure skating set right now please. thanks