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The way my jaw dropped 😳 🥵

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˚.🎀༘⋆ DOWN BOY !!

Just watched KPOP Demon Hunters with my cousin :) rip Zoey x Abby 💔I was lied to

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/̵͇̿̿/’̿’̿ ̿ ̿̿ ̿̿ ̿̿ ━ WOAH !!

⋆ persona belongs to @//nothoodiefpx

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𓌉◯𓇋 ─ eat eat eat

𓇋 oc belongs to @nothoodiefpx

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stars ── .✦

★ fran (yellow) belongs to @nothoodiefpx

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𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ─ bbdd

⋆ ocs belong to ioverse

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The half gloves? The accented gold on the black glove? The expression where he’s crying?

Achelous is an ethereal man Dottie🥺💖

Im in love with his design

Achelous’ character sheet is complete! I actually have another outfit for him, but I don’t know if I’ll ever use it. It’s a little difficult to design clothes for humanoid with six wings because you really have to accommodate to each wing placement. I like to think I am better than character designs than before, I’m considering their personality with each stroke to the canvas. Now I’ve done his character sheet… I’m free. No more character sheets! Begone! 🎉🎉🎉 Right in time for the upcoming Art fight.

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The lighting looks amazing, and his expression makes me feel as if he’s on the precipice of a decision or deep in thought.

I love the color palettes you decide on Dottie.

I love how you always work so consistently with everything🩷 it’s extremely admirable

A Moment Of Doubt

I… Am… Alive! I told myself I would finish this artwork by the end of May… And so I did. On the 31st of May. I was actually drawing this artwork in between the other artwork — which means I had to redo the design for this artwork because I drastically changed it. This is me experimenting with shadows and lighting again, if I were to make a comic then I would definitely choose a less detailed art style… But so far, I’m going to keep doing what I do. I hope you all enjoy!

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Thirst posting about Lucien Lachance because I have no one else to yell about him with, so on my little tumblr I go to yell into the void. I've been in a death grip for the past 20 years, 😭

Many thoughts are rolling around in my mind that I'll eventually write out properly. Lucien being a sadistic dom is HAUNTING me. These are all just me incoherently rambling

Content: knife play, blood play, knife fucking, more will be edited in as I edit in more ramblings in the future. NSFW below cut.

It's upon the floor that you are found bent over, knees and elbows upon the thin rug as your hips move. Lucien sits on the floor behind you, gloved hand holding firm onto the knife, watching as you fuck yourself on its handle just as he ordered, eyes alight with delight.

♡

He has never found you wanting, but he has certainly found you wanting. And wanting for more, you certainly do, all dolled up with kisses by blade and lips, begging with eyes and mouth. A cut here, a hickey there - blood everywhere, beautifully sanguine.

♡

More to be added later.

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Bask in immaculance

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"So I was thinking, we head to the plant nursery last, because the flowers will wilt in the car if they stay in here too long, and--"

You moved to open the car door. Kento's hand reached out to loop around your upper arm, pulling you back, and you flopped back into your seat with a laugh. He rolled up the windows, faux-stern.

The shopping centre hustled and bustled outside the car, but while the doors remained closed, you and Kento were in a kingdom for two. Kento cleared his throat.

"A moment."

"For what?"

"We'll be out all day. I won't be able to kiss you."

"Well, you could, but--"

Kento bristled, his whole body starching like a suit at the inappropriateness. You shot him a look, the mirth curling your lips. You sighed.

"Fine, then. Come here."

Kento smiled, not breaking eye contact as he moved to you, like a bee to a flower. His kiss, so warm and familiar, but different every time, brought forth a happy little moan against his lips. He drank it down, tasting it, savouring it, his hand rising to bury in your hair, until your tongue stroked across his lip. He pulled back and shuddered, all electricity and pond-ripples.

"There. Now then...pharmacy first--"

You moved to open the car door. Kento's hand darted out to arrest you by the upper arm.

"Wait," Kento grumbled, husky. He squirmed in his seat. His hips flicked up, his chest rumbling.

"What for, now?"

"We...we can't go out there. Not yet."

"Wh--...oh."

Kento's lap tented and strained. That familiar length, thick and rigid, ran down his thigh. He steepled his fingers over his temples, his elbow leaned against the window and a flush on his cheeks. You grinned, sly.

"Still hot for me after all these years, Mr.Nanami?"

A scoff. No reply. You leaned over, teasing, stroking a hand up his thigh until he squirmed again.

"Well come here then, and I'll give you something to really get hard about--"

"If you ever want to get the shopping done, you shall behave, or it will never go down, madam."

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The Salaryman!Nanami Masterlist

Updated: Coming shortly ⌚

A slow-burn Salaryman!Nanami x Reader drabble series, that would do just as well as standalone pieces.

Posted 'in order' of the slow-burn.

A mix of fluff, angst, romance and crack, with eventual lemons 🍋 and limes 🍋‍🟩

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Axe Throw

Hot Potato

Equality and Diversity

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Nanami Kento was not getting old. He wasn't. He was not. Forty-five wasn't old.

"Oi! Nanamin! I'll take the left!"

A grown man's voice that still somehow didn't suit Yuuji. A ghost of an image flickered across Kento's mind; a memory; a boy, superimposed over a man.

"Alright. Don't take any unnecessary risks. Meet me in the middle of the lower corridor. We've cut off its exit routes, now."

Kento watched Yuuji leap down a set of stairs that were no longer stairs; their crumbled wreckage structureless, as though the Curse that had befallen the building was akin to a landslide.

The raggedy old block had needed demolishing for years, anyway, such an eyesore, what was city planning doing with his taxes...but perhaps a nice restaurant? No, something else, but not a club, so noisy and there's enough racket from the kids around this city anyw--

Kento stood. He definitely didn't suppress a groan. He definitely didn't grumble at the blood-clot dust on his knees, and trousers that he only ironed that morning and the crease that was perfect and I haven't even had a chance to read my newspaper, ridiculous, senior management these days, should write a letter of complai--

Kento reached the lower corridor. His blood was acid in his lungs. He coughed, dry. He looked left, and right, and left again. He looked down. His shoelace was untied. He tutted. He knelt down. That was his first mistake.

ROAR! THUNDER THUNDER THUNDER

"Nanamin! Move!"

Kento stood on a dice roll; and broke. The pain was excruciating. He must have been stabbed by a thousand knives, Christ, can't move I can't move like an old man like--

"Oh my-- my god, my back--"

"NANAMIN!"

"My back, Yuuji-- my back--"

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All of the curtains in the house were drawn. Nanami Kento couldn't be seen like this. You crept closer to him, where he stewed on his back on the sofa like a wounded lion. His head turned away, sour and sulking; though, not for you, you knew.

"Hey. Brought you some tea. A little snack. I went to the store. They didn't have the pastries you liked, they said some guy got there just before I did, but I got--"

A scoff. "Why have they always run out? I go in there every day, half the time they haven't got them, and half the time they're stale, and the other half--"

"--that's three halves, my love--"

"--and another thing--"

"--oh my god, Kento, you're like an old man--"

"Don't say it." Silence, stewing again. You opened your mouth to bicker back, and Kento turned to you, so petulant that you had to bite back a laugh. "Don't."

Kento cleared his throat. He straightened his tie. You could not possibly laugh at his indignity, still dressed as if he would still be going back to work in his sorry state.

There was a knock at the door. As you shot Kento one more look of exasperated affection, and headed to the door, he called out in thinly-veiled panic.

"No visitors today, thank you!"

"What, you gonna get up and stop me? Or throw them out? Please."

Critical hit. Silence. Then: "That was uncalled for."

You laughed. You opened the door. Yuuji stood there, grinning.

"How's the old man holding up?"

A grumble from the sofa ("I'm not old!"). You bit your lip in mirth.

"He's as expected. They ran out of his pastries."

Yuuji held up a paper bag, and gave it a shake. "Yeah, they did. Wonder who bought them?"

A yell from the living room.

"Is it Yuuji? Tell him to come back another time."

"When?"

"Never."

"But he's brought you a hot water bottle. And a new newspaper. And some of your pastries."

"Oh. Oh, well then...send him in."

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OMG CONGRATULATIONS

can’t wait to play it😍

Finally, after 2 years of wait, Kalopsia's official demo is out now!

Please enjoy the game! There are many hidden secrets waiting for yall to uncover ✌️

Only out for PC and Mac Now!

Please read the trigger warnings in the page before playing!!

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AUGHHHHH 🥺

If you squint, you could see me in the middle😌

Shindacted sammich😍

YUMMERS

posting this one too because why not! my angel and redacted <3

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Kiss time! <3

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SOFIIII ATE AND LEFT NO CRUMBS AGAIN🥰

That expression! Those hands (yessss they look amazingly rendered) this is perfect 💖

ready for that romantic walk?

(roman belongs to @atelieronthemoon)