#abodes

[emirkocturk]

Eskiden ne renkli hayallerim vardı. ama artık hiçbirine sahip değilim. çünkü bu yaşamın her zerresinden soğudum..

I can't control my heart anymore..

[mcquenotmcquay]

[caveundertree]

The last one with the green roof 🖤

Art by Ethan Davies

[runawaymac]

blinking my big eyes at you,, might i request a ravage in this trying time 🙏

My gift to u

[shellseaisms]

amberley abode.

፨ §76,009 furnished, §38,822 unfurnished ፨ 2 bedrooms, 1 bathroom ፨ 20 x 20 lot size ፨ custom content included with package file ፨ built in queenstown

download ፨ cc list ፨ installation help alt download: patreon

[supd00dle]

YOOO

I JUST LOCATED THE COOLEST NEO METAL SONIC ARTIST!??

IM NEW TO THIS FANDOM AND YOU ARE NOW THE REASON IM STUCK IN THE FANDOM

I LOVE YOUR DESIGNS ITS SO FRICKIN GORGEOUSSS

ANYWAYS IM NOW JOINING YOUR RANKS AS A HUMBLE SERVANT

are you…

FR???

[vasiliquemort]

"In depth of his bewitching I felt secure and warm – I was in flowing haze that is muslin's and mistful milk of skies, and it rocked gently all my cells, and I flew into him as fallen drop, and it was weaved and volant kind of mutabors."

There is no tone of gratefulness and of adore that could suffice and form the shades that I behold to beauty that's demure and delicate and dulcet so, the one that came from @tmxpvksl and glory of their talents and abodes<зз

[eliciria]

Hello how are you doing??

Can I request luka x reader from alien stage comfort?? I am craving one after watching wiege whatever it’s reader comforting him or the opposite); (doesn’t have to be after wiege either can be anything)

a/n : thanks for requesting !! also of course heh. I actually don't know how to write comfort (after 2 years of solely writing angst...) so I'm sorry in advance LMFAO

warnings /content : comfort/fluff, contains mentions of violence, swearing, slightly yandere esque, sligghtlyyy suggestive

whisper to the trees (ask box) ... : open! feel free to request more alien stage, or any of the fandoms that are listen in my master list ^^

Backstage

luka x reader (comfort)

Today wasn't your day, and Luka could see that. Having been...well, not exactly the best person for his life in terms of empathy or sympathy, he gauges his competitors' emotions and laughs at the slightest hint of despair.

So when he sees the same expression that he usually delighted in when face to face against his 'rivals' on stage, now on you, he wasn't exactly sure on what to do.

You were sitting in the make up room, after another nameless PR stunt for the aliens. Something about this day in particular felt draining. Could it have been the burn out, perhaps? Or maybe something else? You weren't sure, but you felt like shit.

Luka was 'busy' reading his schedule(given to him by his alien secretary), but after hearing what felt like the millionth sigh from you, did he finally take action. He takes the space next to you, and immediately, you began to speak.

"Sorry. I disturbed what little bit of personal time you have left-"

"Is something going on?" He bluntly said, eyes staring straight into you. You paused. His words were outright, and his blank expression yet slightly gentle tone caught you off guard.

"No, not really... Just a bad day, I suppose."

He hummed, seemingly not believing it, but he nodded either way. He leaned back on the couch, eyes fluttering closed and his fingers holding the tips of your hair.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

You remain silent, and this time, he is the one that sighs. But not from sadness, no.

From exasperation.

"You don't need to tell me right away if that's what's keeping you from talking. I don't know what happens to you 24/7, but you don't need to pretend. We're not on screen, no one to see." His voice slightly shook as he continued. "So, just let it out. Even if you think I'll laugh. Even if you think it's stupid to."

"...I don't know. Today just feels worse than all the other days."

"Mmm...thats okay to feel. I've had days where I wanted to just run away."

"But you didn't."

"Because you're here."

"You can't be serious."

"Try me." He smiled. "It's true, though. I would've left this god forsaken place already if it weren't for you staying here. I wouldn't last that long out as a rogue, though."

You cracked a half hearted smile. "I don't exactly believe you, of all the humans, to abandon your survival over me."

He blinked yet again. His words took a soft but serious tone.

" I'm genuine about that. What, you really think I'm all bark no bite?" He smiles, pinching your cheek, though it wasn't painful. "I'd abandon all of the achievements I have and all of the privileges I forced myself to achieve for you. I mean, it wasn't my desire to be this way. It was my guardian's. What I really want is just you. You could beat me up, do anything you want, as long as you even acknowledge me."

"You're weird Luka."

"Whatever keeps you not being so depressed on me. Though I suppose I've failed in that aspect." Sighing, he tilts his head. "You don't need to be perfect all the time, you know. I see the way you try. And it's painful. Painful for me to watch you fight back tears and let out a fake smile; the same one I use. I prefer to see you genuine, even if that means all I see is your snot filled face. I'll still love you either way."

When you heard his last sentence, it cracked open a dam in you.

Something salty and wet dripped from your face, and before you realized it, you were crying. His words were cliche, standard, downright creepy, even, but he looked genuinely concerned at your demeanour. His hands twitched, expression contorting to one of acceptance and affection as you suddenly embraced him. It was warm but weirdly cold (mostly because he was just cold all the time). His hand wiped your tears, the other lightly rubbing your back. Hums left his mouth as each stray tear that left your eye was wiped away.

" Must be a really bad day, huh?...You'll be okay. Whatever you're crying about, I think it'll just pass."

His usual masked face he used, now discarded into a more vulnerable state. Now, it was a comforting, almost sweetly warm Luka. No longer was his on-stage persona, and the only thing that remains is the essence of emotion that even his guardian couldn't remove from him. Being human.

[sloasis]

BRAD'S ON HIS SHRINE LMAO . His husband and his wife

[vinnysorbet]

First time and definitely the last time using Abode Fresco 💔 /j

Yes I love my oc sm. I am #1 glazer 🤤🤤ALSO I WANT TO CHANGE MY PFP BUT I'M TOO LAZY 🥀🥀

[lucabyte]

my order of the art book has been delayed because the system thought my house address was incomplete........ every american storefront hates me so bad for living a house with a name instead of a number..................

[arminthada]

Ming + being proactive in getting to know Joe and his works

MY STAND-IN (2024) | 1.03

[crowlixcx]

Broadchurch | S1EP7 | Alec Hardy’s Wettest Moments (Part 4)

[see-arcane]

"Mum, Papa, look! He was following me around the moors! Can we keep him?"

In which little Quincey Harker meets a big Barghest friend*. A little Ko-Fi commission that's allowed me to make my first ever attempt at illustrating the Son Boy. And company.

*The Barghest has sniff-inspected the Harker child. The Harker child is not of the undead. Life permitted. Scritches are also permitted. Once.**

**...Perhaps a few more. And a belly rub.