#oooo…..

[alumiasgo]

@blackkatdraws2 ‘s narrator !!and blackitty hugging(⁎⁍̴̛ᴗ⁍̴̛⁎)XD

[chipper-smol]

Damn bro....

[stealingpotatoes]

ok what if, thanks to giving birth to two quarter-force/eldritch skywalkers, padmé wound up as a force ghost (but only said eldritch skywalkers could see her)

(commission info // tip jar!)

[stardella]

Calm down miss astra, you’re giving your pops grey fur

[the-maw-consumes]

do you think it'll let up soon?

static version:

[galaxylover06]

Sleepy boy ✨

[moodlemcdoodle]

Dug up some isat art from back when it first came out!!! With a bonus bird boy from stp too lmao

[polina-kov]

don’t be scared.

(print!!)

[ribbononline]

Hoenn on the brain

[rizsnt]

sons of the calydon variety 🔥🏴‍☠️🦅

[kiachn]

Superbat headcanon:

Clark goes to interview Bruce Wayne. He expects either a flirtation by Wayne or just talking business. What Clark DOESNT expect, is to have Wayne, a multimillionaire/billionaire, info dump about Gray Ghost because nobody else would listen to him talk about it.

Now, when Clark leaves Wayne Enterprises, he knows all the Gray Ghost lore. What is he gonna do with this knowledge? He has no idea. But atleast Bruce looked happy infodumping on him.

[suksatoru]

royal!au where you're to be married off to one of the itoshi brothers, despite having never met them at all. you arrive to their family's magnificent manor in a simple satin gown, a bowed head, and a broken heart.

you have no idea what they look like, don't even know their names—and spend most of the evening indulging in mindless chatter and eating small pastries instead of getting to know your betrothed. it seems like he wasn't interested in marrying you either, since he never bothered to come down and introduce himself.

no one stays with you, mingling throughout the party and getting drunk on different sparkling drinks instead, and you find yourself gliding down the long halls of the itoshi manor like a ghost. you walk with no destination in mind until you hear the gentle melody of someone playing the piano. magically, at that.

the angelic sound seems like a safe haven for you in the perpetually dark night, and you follow the music with tentative steps.

you soon find yourself in front of a tall, oak door and bow your head through the frame to peer inside. a strand of hair falls in front of your eyes, and you push it away before your gaze falls onto the boy playing the piano inside. you can't see his face; only his back faces you. pale, slender fingers play the instrument in front of him like it was his destiny, and after all the rage and heartbreak you felt throughout the day leading up to tonight—a rare serenity of calm fills the empty hollowness in your chest, warming you entirely.

the boy looks to be about your age, and he remains entirely entranced by the piano in front of him as the pads of his fingertips dance—you watch his skilled fingers perform stunningly for no one at all. well, besides you—but rin didn't know you were watching him. not until he hears you sit on the piano stool beside him, smiling shyly with eyes twinkling in the dim moonlight that spills through the glass panes.

his heart skipped a traitorous beat when you asked him to teach you how to play. his lips part, as if you'd rendered him speechless. and you had.

"i... who are you?"

"no one important. tell me, what is your name?" you question softly, round eyes peering up at rin with a shine he'd never once seen before. he tells you his name quietly and asks you for yours before repeating it to himself quietly.

rin doesn't tell you how he forbids everyone, even his own family, from entering his music room. he merely slides a few inches over to give you more room and explains the history of how the piano came to be before placing his palm and fingers over yours.

rin teaches you a simple tune he came up with on the spot that night. it only spanned a few keys and held a slow tempo so you could follow along easily, but it was inspired entirely by the feeling he felt in his chest the moment he saw you smile at him.

rin holds his breath as he watches you play on your own only an hour later, a rare smile gracing his features. there's something about the way you treat his piano, careful fingers pressing down on the keys like they were glass—like they were alive and you were afraid to hurt them—before the tension eased and ebbed out of your form with time.

you'd arrived at the ball at six pm and spent a little under an hour at the actual event. you had spent the rest of the night with rin's hands splayed over yours.

sae was late to his own party for no reason in particular, arriving in a pristine suit and his bright pink hair gelled and styled for the occasion. to say he's intrigued to learn you've been missing for the majority of the party from your mother and father's panicked expression is an understatement.

the first ten minutes with you gone? sure, it made sense. you could be in the bathroom or in line to get some sort of refreshment. after thirty minutes, he decides maybe you're out getting fresh air on the manor's balcony, or perhaps you're strolling through the gardens and giving the forgotten roses outside some much needed attention. but once your time being missing hits the hour mark, his mother approaches him and tells him to go get his brother, who also hasn't come down in a while.

sae knocks on rin's music room door twice, tapping his foot impatiently outside as he thinks about your whereabouts. perhaps you did go to the manor's balcony for fresh air, but maybe you fell off the twenty-foot railing and were lying dead somewhere. for some reason, the thought doesn't seem to stir much of anything in his chest.

he realizes he's been waiting outside the door for far too long now and twists the doorknob with an impatience he didn't usually allow himself to feel.

it takes sae a moment to understand the sight in front of him. rin, smiling softly with his hand over yours, and you—hair pinned back to reveal lovely eyes and painted lips stretched into a smile so magnificent that sae actually blinks to confirm the graceful sight is indeed real.

and then it just clicks. neither of you are paying attention to him, so he takes a step inside. the tension in the air shifts, and finally, you notice him.

"rin, just what do you think you're doing with my wife?"

[ominous-signs]

normal store in america

Official ominous sign

[22ratonthestreet]

when the fruit is strangling

[the-maw-consumes]

gifts