#AND WARM WEATHER

[emry-stars-art]

OFFICIALLY SPRING FOR MEEEE yayyyy update :D

[koejka]

yay oc art yay

[blondemadona]

I want my own flat and a boyfriend and a little dog and to write everyday

[certifiedfae]

saw a poll about dry/humid heat and like OBVIOUSLY everyone preferred dry heat but. would love to know what everyone considers to be “too hot”

me personally it’s a hard cutoff at 75°F. don’t need anything more than that thank you 🫶🫶🫶

[gasterofficial]

fun fact: “tired” is not supposed to be your default state of existence

[anonbeadraws]

today's warm up: Don't you love this time of year/child care is hard to arrange when your wife is a weather phenomenon

[ionomycin]

Maiden of Light

[beehunterkisser]

its basically summer

[cobaltfluff]

imagine being in love with your boyfriend RIVAL leading to such an elementary oversight

extra akiren :3c

[gina025]

Soothing weather

[nicdoesntexist]

Spring Walk

[starryechoesworld]

Whispers of Autumn

I remember the way the seasons would turn,

How autumn arrived with its soft, gentle burn.

The leaves would fall, golden and bright,

Like whispers of secrets that fade with the light.

It was months before the trees turned red,

I saw you then, but you turned your head.

I lingered, hoping for that fleeting glance,

And when you caught me, it felt like a chance.

Not just once, but again and again,

Our eyes would meet in that silent refrain.

People talked, their voices a soft rustle,

But we stayed quiet, lost in the subtle.

Outside the classroom, you’d be near,

Your presence behind me, always clear.

We never spoke, but your eyes said enough,

In that autumn air, we shared something tough.

Thirteen years since those moments we knew,

And still, your shadow lingers, so true.

Your gaze, your silence, it shaped my past,

A memory that echoes, meant to last.

You’ve built a life now, with love and a home,

And sometimes I wonder, when I’m alone—

Was our silence a blessing or a curse left behind?

A story untold, a love undefined?

If you had wanted, you would’ve made it clear,

But perhaps the quiet was all we could bear.

Maybe it was the silence that held us tight,

A love that was felt but never took flight.

As autumn returns, I feel the same weight,

The brush of the wind, the threads of our fate.

The leaves still fall, they don’t whisper your name,

But in the rustling, I hear echoes of the same.

Perhaps it’s the autumn, or the memory we keep,

That binds me to moments I still silently reap.

We were always the season that never quite came,

A fleeting love, lost in autumn’s soft frame.

[a-literate-chicken]

Can you please draw silkie chickens? They are my fav,,,, lil balls of fluffyness and joy

They’re so fun to draw

[bluukive]

Hihi!!! I'm back! (🎴)

I've been quite busy with work lately but I never stopped reading your worksss.

Sooo I had little suggestion/req if you felt like it!

Just imagine a cute jjk men × goth/or just a reader that can be seen as a uncanny. I find it hilarious 😭

Goth Girlfriend

coɴтεɴт - MDNI, please have an age in bio when interacting, mostly sfw, slightly suggestive, goth!reader x jjk men, mentions of death,

cнαrαcтεrѕ - Gojo, Geto, Sukuna, Toji, Nanami

an - AAAA hi again 🎴 !! I hope work has been treating you good, and tysm for reading my stuff ml <3 idk much about goths and their sub-genres(?), so this is kinda vague. Hope this is okay !!

also next smau is the aftermath of the pegging, my brain was too fried to write it today </3

[newblvotg]

Call me ...

[dragondawned]

🌱 spring heat ☀️