#Uhm..............

[kyouka-supremacy]

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[chippuyon]

labrus and 🏳️‍⚧️girl laios

[soaked-doors]

the history book on the shelf is always repeating itself

[lazydayslivin]

anddd pose!

[willgrahamscock]

was it casual in the back of the honda odyssey

[nkogneatho]

when you die, gojo is still in denial. they say there are five stages of grief, yet he still hasn't been past that first phase. he misses it a lot. your touch on his skin. the way you'd trace random lines on his thighs when you were so indulge in a book. and that sudden grip whenever you came across a thrilling part of it. he always chuckled at your sudden "whats" and "awws".

he misses how your voice would always get gentler when you spoke to him. your usual voice was a little loud but whenever you spoke to him, you'd be so sweet and calm.

he misses how you'd outshine anyone and everyone around you. even him. the strongest. your smile was brighter than the diamond on your engagement ring. but life is unfair, isn't it? he was so excited to turn you from his fiánce to his wife, only to find you dead and cold on the ground, the crimson blood filming the diamond, drenching it in itself.

but to this day, even after so many years, he still finds himself in denial when he accidentally (to what it seems like a hundredth accident) calls you his wife mid conversation with someone else. "oh my wife loves this...perfume," he says to the worker, his voice fading in the end when he realizes he was supposed to use past tense. "loved"

"why don't you gift it to her? i am sure she'll love it," the girl smiles. if only she knew.

but he buys it anyway. decorates it with pink ribbons and stuff, even when he knew you were not there to open it anymore. he comes home, sits in one dim light of the bedroom, unwrapping it. he sprays the perfume on one of your dress that he loved. your scent. god he misses it. the cerulean eyes mimic an ocean once again in the wait of his lover. a useless wait for you were never arriving on his door ever again.

[rebouks]

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[muisley]

a mgs wip and doodle dump pile hi I love otasune

[applestruda]

Me and tibby talked too much about a fake life series team that I needed to draw it,

Team M.E.S.S (martyn, etho, scar, skizz)

[amimuu]

Vows.

[‼️TRIGGER WARNING: Implied decapitation, blood. Discretion is advised ‼️]

It’s done! Yay! 3 days of work later, but super worth it!

Now- what is going on?? Well. Like the previous post, this comic takes place in a timeline in which the Lamb decides to willingly return the crown, resulting in their demise, yet find themselves brought back to life shortly after by the god of death himself. Why did he do it? What is he planning? What could he possibly need the lamb for? Why won’t he let them rest?

Hopefully all these questions will be answered in further updates (definitely simpler than this comic) but I’ll gladly take asks if anyone’s curious =v=

Sadly I still don’t have a name for the au—but hopefully I’ll settle for something soon! In the meantime I’ll just tag it as “vows to ash au” or smt like that. Until then!

Christ.

[bedlund]

All Of Us Strangers (2023) dir. Andrew Haigh

It’s very different now. It’s all very different.

[chiptrillino]

ID: Zuko on the left and sokka on the right. From avatar, the last air bender from the waist up and aged up. They have their back turned to the viewer and are facing each other so only their profile is visible. They are looking lovingly into each other's eyes. sokka is resting his left arm on zukos shoulder, holding zukos jaw. His index fingers brushing underneath a cut up hair strand. zuko holds with his right hand on sokkas back. His left hand is placed over sokkas wrist, holding a bracelet made out of zukos cut off hair between his two fingers. End ID

i regrett not making zukos robe seethrough again. but... uhm.... i didn't mean to make this complicated again?

----- if you want to deal with all my reblogs may I direct your attention to my side only my artworks blog?

@chiptrillino-art

[needycatboy]

fuck being pinned on your stomach, face and chest pressed into the sheets, wrists pinned together behind your back, your lover using your arms as leverage to lean their bodyweight on, thrusting slowly and precisely into your boycunt. your mouth full of your duvet to keep quiet. coming accidentally from the intensity and hearing them laugh quietly and coo at you for your mistake before speeding up their thrusts.

[lazydayslivin]

sidekick? little bro!

[cpidspence]

ngl my eyes are on his hands

[nobodycallsmerae]