#constantly-guilty

[taikk0]

i cant think of a caption i have an exam tomorrow 💀(it is currently 12 am <3)

[pankiepoo]

Can't you just tell me it hurts to see me?

[beatcroc]

pest control.

bonus:

*UPDATE: i made a sequel

[sysig]

Light and darkness, but mostly darkness (Patreon)

[imaybe5tupid]

if you see absolutely anything that has kabru in it. And are unable to stop yourself from making it about L/abru (even when Laios doesn’t even appear or is irrelevant to the content in question!) and reduce kabrus entire deuteragonist-level character into wanting to fuck laios. I’m stealing something out of your house!!!!!

disclaimer: If you ship l/abru and gaf about kabru and don’t do this then this post isn’t about you 🤓

[muffingnf]

for what its worth it feels bad right now because after a year of nothing he’s finally able to talk about it. thats going to attract every freak from every corner of the internet. but him talking about it and getting it off his chest and standing up for himself is so good and having people like bad explain on stream that he supports dream and would never support someone who actually did those things is so important. it will get better i truly believe that. just look after yourselves until then

[shaxza]

[gaily-daily-musings]

Here, have another abomination of an idea:

Anakin works at a nursing home. He's a vampire. It's easy to drain and eat people there. No one suspects someone is killing the elderly because they are already on their deathbeds. It's the perfect job. Obi-Wan is a 70 year old man at said nursing home. A surprisingly attractive 70 year old man.

(Yes I was thinking about iwtv when I wrote this why do you ask?)

“Good morning Obi-Wan.”

Obi-Wan groans. He hates mornings. His back cracks as he sits up. Anakin helps him to the bathroom. Obi-Wan waves him off.

“I can do it myself, Anakin.”

“So you've told me, but you fell last week.” He reminds the old man.

Anakin took care never to let someone fall or hurt themselves on his watch. It would look suspicious if too many people died around him. It had to appear random.

Obi-Wan grumbles as Anakin helps him.

“Way to make me feel older than I already am.”

Obi-Wan takes a seat on the toilet and Anakin gives him his privacy. Once finished Obi-Wan struggles to get up and over to the sink. His hands shake as he washes them. The Parkinsons was getting worse.

Anakin hears the sink going and opens the door. He clicks his tongue. “You didn't tell me you were finished.” He pouts.

“I can pull up my pants by myself, thank you!” Obi-Wan normally isn't so grouchy. In fact he liked Anakin. They had a report. But he'd woken up feeling particularly bad today. He's almost always in pain now, but it varied.

He dries his hands. Anakin comes over and wraps a strong arm around his waist. He steers him out of the bathroom into the little room. It wasn't standard for nurses to touch patients in this way. They had certain procedures they followed. But Anakin was handsy. Obi-Wan chalks it up to him being overly friendly, but then again he's seen him with the other residents. He doesn't hover the way he does Obi-Wan. Probably means nothing.

Obi-Wan groans as he's lowered into his chair. Anakin's brows furrow. He knew the poor guy was in more pain this morning. He'll have to slip a little more drugs into his oatmeal. Obi-Wan didn't have any family and couldn't afford a higher treatment. Good thing Anakin was here to take care of him.

Anakin was amiable with all the folks and staff here but it was Obi-Wan he liked talking to the most. He wasn't insistently chatty the way Karen was. Neither was he sexist like Todd or Clark. And he certainly wasn't racist like any of the frankly alarming number of people. He was personable. He was kind. But his soul felt sad. It called to Anakin.

He didn't have to pretend to be interested whenever Obi-Wan talked. He told him so many stories of his youth and his life. It was strange. Anakin has been removed from humanity for so long his mask has started to feel like his face. He feels Obi-Wan's loneliness as if it is his own. A mirror.

He listens to stories of Obi-Wan's dead wife, Satine. How she'd been fierce and strong. How he'd supported her and her entire career. How they'd had a son together. How Korkie had been killed in a car crash at 17. How they'd never recovered from the loss. Anakin could listen to him talk for hours. He has listened for hours.

“What I'd give to be 30 again.” Obi-Wan sighs. “Not to mention I was so much more handsome back then.”

“You're handsome now.”

Obi-Wan snorts. “Lying does not become you, Anakin.”

“I'm serious. You're like a silver fox.”

Obi-Wan rolls his eyes.

-

Obi-Wan has a dream involving Anakin. It's half remembered and blurry, but he'd heard Anakin call to him. He'd come helplessly, unable and not wanting to resist. Their bodies had twisted and melted together. The heat of Anakin’s stare and scorching touch of his hand burned like a furnace.

Obi-Wan can barely look at Anakin the following day. Too ashamed. Anakin holds a secret smile like he knows what he's thinking but that's impossible. Nevertheless, he pushes the memory down. He was much too old for wet dreams. And much too old for Anakin for that matter.

Anakin guides him out of the bed to the chair in the corner so he can sit and watch his programs. Anakin's hands linger around him, pressing close. He inhales like he's smelling him. Like Obi-Wan was delectable and not stinking of chemicals. It's nothing new. Anakin always lingers. But this time his mind wanders to the dream.

He stiffens, flinching away. Anakin doesn't seem to be offended by it.

“It's okay to rely on me.” Anakin whispers. “Whatever you want, just ask and it's yours.”

Obi-Wan shivers. It was a good thing, he thinks, that he had Parkinsons and could simply blame his reaction on that. He licks his dry lips and tries to find his words. He can't. Instead he nods.

Anakin gives his arms a squeeze before releasing him. He turns back around to grab Obi-Wan’s lunch.

“Lemme me know when you're done. I'll come get the tray.” He winks and leaves the room.

Obi-Wan breathes out a shuddering exhale. The thing is, it had felt real. The dream. Anakin's hands had felt real. He looks down at his legs and swears he sees bruises in the shape of fingers. He's old. A light breeze can bruise him. He'd probably tossed in his sleep and done it himself. And yet…he puts his hands over his thighs where Anakin had had his mouth on him. It’s almost like a memory half forgotten rather than a conjured dream.

-

Anakin wasn't on duty when Obi-Wan has a stroke. He rushes into work the second he hears. By the time he finally arrives Obi-Wan is in bed dozing peacefully. The doctor has already checked him out. His chart hangs on the end of his bed. Anakin doesn't need to consult it or anyone else about the incident. He already knows Obi-Wan's heart was giving out. He can hear it stuttering in his chest. It wouldn't be long now.

Anakin feels real panic settle into his bones. He has not felt this way in a long, long time. Not since…well…

He's never made another vampire. Never wanted to curse anyone to this kind of existence. But he wants Obi-Wan. He needs him.

He gingerly sits beside the bed and places his hands over Obi-Wan’s soft ones. He can't imagine never hearing that accent again. Never seeing those blue eyes hold his image within them.

So many people desired Anakin. He's had so many partners. People wanted him. But they did not cherish him the way Obi-Wan did. Obi-Wan looked at him like he loved him. Like no one ever has before.

Obi-Wan’s eyes flutter open. His gaze locks onto Anakin���s. There's confusion there. Disbelief too. But also a familiar little swelling of love as his pupils dilate.

“Obi-Wan,” Anakin whispers, his voice soft. Too soft. Like he's scared. “I can offer you eternity.”

He strokes a thumb over the back of Obi-Wan's hand and listens to his soft breathing.

“Be with me and live forever.”

The confusion is still there. He probably thinks Anakin is not real. That he's not here and this is yet another dream. That's fine. Let him think this is his imagination. Anakin will take it.

“Forever?” He asks.

“Yes.”

“Are you an angel?”

Ankain smiles. More like the Devil come to steal his soul out from heaven.

“No, I'm a vampire.”

Obi-Wan blinks. He processes this. Anakin leans closer taking his face in his palms.

“Please accept my gift. Accept me. I promise to love you the rest of my existence. Until the stars burn out.”

Obi-Wan lifts his hands and places them on Anakin's. He exhales sadly, a smile on his lips.

“Darling, you never had to ask."

[dayshorizon]

ABAcelsus keychain designs 🗝️🩸

I love this dedicated wife and her axe husband 🩵💛

[beaft]

surgery anxieties aside, one thing i am looking forward to - aside from, y'know, not having tits - is the mandatory three weeks of recovery time. i can just see myself lying in bed with my little bullet journal in my lap like "well, i did exactly what i was supposed to do today, which was nothing. better get some sleep in preparation for another long day of doing nothing. i am a model patient."

[torawro]

i forgot to ask y’all sooner but what if i made like a hugeeeee live thread detailing my thoughts and ramblings as i watch op? i think it may be kind of fun

[gayori-boi]

Same character in different fonts. Doctors, with paper bags on their heads, are a menace.

YOOOO a crossover we deserved!! I haven't drawn Flug in a bit, happy to see that I've improved a bunch since my paperhat obsession. Still refuse to draw the plane print on his shirt though. I don't even know why.

Contrary to what it might look like, Flug is not intimidated by Faust, because this guy deals with basically satan as a part of his job. They're both just being awkward.

I don't know enough about Faust to say if they'd get along. They both were/are a danger to public safety and committed countless crimes, but Faust is the only one who feels remorse for it. Sooo maybe he wouldn't be very polite about it. The dynamic of Faust potentially seeing past self in Flug would be interesting though >:3c

I did mix their color pallets to make them fit together even more but shhhhh, you didn't hear this from me. I've been trying out making line art by just carving the shit out of the sketch and I've never felt this free. It's so nice.

ALSO THAT OVERSIZED TWIG WEIGHTS AS MUCH AS ME AND I'M VERY MUCH SHORT, BABY GIRL ARE YOU OKAY??? He really isn't, there's no point in asking

[pixelwishess]

I’m a little sad that people getting into Rwby now because of the bees will not get to experience it the same way as those of us who’ve been in the trenches since the beginning, but at the same time I’m glad they won’t have to put up with the uncertainty and the absolutely unhinged fandom culture that it unleashed. Because truly the way people were at each other’s throats over this was a sight to behold.

[tinybro]

jasico server was chatting about the cupid scene and jason getting nico's memories blasted straight into his brain and how jason being shot with one of cupid's arrows while with nico and this was just never brought up in canon again and now i'm thinking like...what if that's just how cupid's arrows work? not by magically manifesting love for someone out of nothing, but by giving someone the perspective that'd make them fall in love naturally? jason gets a front row seat to nico's memories and instantly understands him intimately and can trust him completely without any doubt or suspicion

so what if jason, after slowly realizing he's totally in love with nico, just thought back to the arrow incident and it made him second-guess everything? because maybe he's only feeling this way because cupid hit him with an arrow with only nico was around and it's no different than any other god messing with his love life

[campbyler]

What are the party’s favorite ttpd songs? 😙 🫶

(I really like imgonnagetyouback, i can do it with a broken heart and the tortured poets department 🕺🕺)

hello thea here suni did not make it all the way thru ttpd (she is real for that it is Such a long album) so as the resident swiftie on our two-person camp whiteman board of directors i am happy to provide an answer to this ask with everybody's top three

will: peter, guilty as sin?, so high school

mike: the bolter, the black dog, i hate it here

max: the alchemy, the bolter, thanK you aIMee

lucas: down bad, florida!!!, the alchemy

el: the prophecy, i look in people's windows, i can do it with a broken heart

dustin: but daddy i love him, fresh out the slammer, the tortured poets department

[sleepycyborgz]

*Awakes from my months long slumber*

Heya here’s some random Faust doodles I did at school I like him he’s silly. Might make them actual drawings later idk tho