#holi ♡

[johsik]

en la tarde caminando por el centro de la ciudad se encontró con una peculiar tienda y decidió que sería divertido comprar algo. ‘ amor. ’ llamó a su novio una vez que se había retirado los zapatos y cambiado de ropa por una mas cómoda. ‘ compre algo. ’ traviesa sonrisa se dibuja en sus labios. ‘ un segundo regalo de san valentín. ’ estira su mano en búsqueda del brazo opuesto y lo atrae hacía su lado, dejando un pequeño beso en sus labios en forma de saludo. ‘ ahora que lo pienso quizá es un poco tonto. ’ suelta su brazo avergonzándose de lo que le iba a mostrar. ‘ mira. ’ cambia tema de conversación y recoge el teléfono de su cama. ‘ ¿crees que se ve bien esa foto? ’ siempre tomaba en cuenta la opinión de su novio para subir las fotos a la plataforma. ‘ encuentro que me veo mal. ’ murmura bajito, últimamente no se sentía seguro de su físico. / @leongx​ 

[dark-and-kawaii]

ʚ♡ɞ New Life & Beginnings ʚ♡ɞ

- Rolan x F!Tav/Reader

- Zevlor x F!Tav/Reader

- Raphael x F!Tav/Reader

✧˖°. Summary: Separate stories involving Rolan, Zevlor, and Raphael with their newborns.

✧˖°. Notes: I’m a sucker for these men being dads, and I just needed some softness… And a little angst for Zevlor

✦ Fluff | Prt 1. For Zevlor but not needed to read this | Hint of Angst For Zevlor & Rolan | Dadphael

Rolan

Rolan stood by the window, cradling a newborn in his arms. The child, swaddled in soft, faded blue linens, was a stark contrast to the crimson of Rolan's skin. His tail swayed gently back and forth in rhythm with the quiet hum he sang to soothe the infant.

It was a rare sight indeed. He never thought he’d hum to some infant, let alone his very own. But he figured this child, his child, deserved everything he never got to experience. His own childhood had been marked by absence, devoid of a loving mothers touch and a fathers protection…

Life had not always been kind to Rolan. As an orphaned tiefling with horns that curled back like the branches of a twisted tree and eyes the color of molten gold, he had wandered through his early years shrouded in solitude. No last name to claim, no family to return to after his day's adventures. That was until Cal and Lia found him.

Now, here he stands in a grand tower to call his own, his life transformed yet again. The room was filled with the quiet murmur of a new beginning. His gaze drifted towards the bundle of pillows on the floor where you, his beloved, rested deeply. The labor had been long and taxing, and Rolan despised the fact it happened here in the tower. Still though, a faint smile crossed his features as he whispered a heartfelt, “Thank you.”

The infant, perhaps sensing the warmth of his father's gratitude, joined in on the thanks and cooed softly, a delicate sound that seemed to stitch the very air with joy and its very own magic. Rolan chuckled, a sound rich with love, and lowered his face to plant a gentle kiss on the baby’s forehead.

But the tranquility of the moment was abruptly punctuated by a tiny sneeze from his little one. Reflexively, Rolan pulled back slightly, just in time to see a small flame burst forth from the baby’s nostrils... The flame caught the ends of Rolan’s hair, igniting them with a soft fizz.

Rolan's initial annoyance flickered across his face as quickly as the flame had caught his hair. He patted down the singed ends with a practiced hand, his expression melting into one of bewildered joy. The tiny sneeze had revealed something extraordinary about his child.

“By the stars,” Rolan murmured, his annoyance flickering away as quickly as it had ignited, replaced by a surge of excitement. “A sorcerer?… Or should I say, sorceress?” His voice was a mix of wonder and pride as he looked down at his daughter, whose big eyes blinked back at him, unaware of her fiery debut, “If you wish to master your skills you’ll need a good teacher. Thankfully you have everything you need- right here.”

Turning back towards the cozy corner where you slept, his tail continued swishing softly behind him. Carefully, almost tenderly, he nudged the sheet with the tip of his tail, pulling it up to tuck around you more securely. He then sat down beside you, his smile never wavering.

“I- I can't thank you enough,” Rolan reached for your hand, holding it gently between his, “Before you, my world was a tapestry with beautiful threads but no real picture.” he glanced down at yours and his daughter, “you've helped me start a family to call my own, besides Cal and Lia.”

His tail curled around, encircling both himself and his daughter as he continued to hold your hand.

Once an orphan, now a cherished father and partner. Rolan found himself at the center of his own growing family, with a sense of belonging he had never imagined possible.

Zevlor

His sleep was anything but peaceful… Zevlor tossed his head from side to side, his features twisting in torment. The sheets were crumpled beneath him, damp with sweat, as he muttered a sullen, “gods... no.” Each word was a whisper of despair, barely escaping his lips as the nightmare clenched its cold fingers around his mind.

In the throes of his dream, he found himself with blood stained hands as you lay lifeless in his arms. His hands tainted with your blood, his own sword impaled through your slightly distended abdomen… The nightmare depicted a grim scene where the influence of the Absolute had pushed him too far. By the time he realized his actions, it was tragically too late…

While holding your still form, Zevlor shut his eyes tightly, tear drops forming at their edges, desperately praying to any deity that might hear his cries, begging that this horror was not reality. Yet, upon reopening his eyes, the haunting image remained unchanged… There you were, still and devoid of life. His hand grazed your stomach, his head resting against yours, as he envisioned the life that might have been…

The tiefling bolted upright, shaken from the harrowing nightmare, his heartbeat pounding as the nightmarish visions clung to his mind. He extended his hand hesitantly, a wave of relief washing over him when he felt the comforting warmth of your sleeping figure beside him.

“It was only just a dream…” he whispered, though the words did little to calm his frayed nerves. Rolling onto his side, he pulled you close, his tail coiling around your leg to help keep you in place. He took a deep breath, inhaling your familiar scent as if to reassure himself of your presence. You stirred slightly but did not wake, for which he was grateful. He did not think he could speak of the horrors he'd seen. Far too afraid that you might have regrets keeping him at your side.

With a tilt of his head, Zevlor surveyed the room in search of the sole other treasure that held immense value in his existence. His infernal gaze landed on the crib where his beloved child peacefully slumbered. Silently he stood and peered into the crib, observing the delicate rhythm of his precious newborn’s tranquil breaths, finding solace in their steady respiration. Recollections of tender smiles and tiny grasping fingers alleviated the remnants of fear lingering in his thoughts.

How close he'd come to losing everything that day… When the absolute swayed him… Never again though. Never.

Quietly, Zevlor lifted the babe and returned to your side.

Holding his child close, the newborn's tiny heartbeat and warmth proof that the nightmare was not truly a reality.

“I vow to you, my child, and to your mother,” he whispered softly, his voice a tender rumble in the quiet of the night. “I will be your shield, your protector. No harm shall come to you as long as I draw breath.”

Zevlor's gaze shifted from the baby back to you. The sight of you both, safe and sound, was truly a balm to his troubled soul. Carefully, he adjusted his child in his arms, ensuring they were snug and secure. With a deep, steadying breath, he allowed himself a moment to simply be present, soaking in the quiet joy of fatherhood and being your lover. The fears of his nightmare seemed to dissolve, replaced by a quiet confidence borne of love and duty.

As the night deepened, Zevlor continued to watch over his little family. Every so often, he would gently touch the baby's cheek or brush a soft kiss against your forehead. These small acts reaffirming himself that this comforting reality was indeed true, not merely an illusion.

Raphael

In your room where shadows danced with the dim candlelight, all was silent except for your gentle breaths as you slept soundly. The bed, large and ornate, cradled not only your dreams but also a newborn, wrapped in delicate linens embroidered with gold stitches. You, with a serene expression, appeared as a portrait of peace as you held your infant close to your heart.

It was always around this time that the air shifted subtly, a warmth flooding the room, a sharp scent of sulfur and cherries mingling with your very own fragrance. From the darker corners of the room emerged a figure, tall and imposing, wrapped in fine silks to match the hells of which he was born from.

As Raphael approached the bed, his movements were silent, almost reverent. His fingers, warm and soft, traced a path up your exposed arm, stopping just short of your face. For a moment, he merely stood, his gaze shifting between you and the child nestled within your arms. A rare, tender expression softened the harsh lines of his face.

With the care of one who handles precious artifacts, Raphael gently brushed a strand of hair from your face. His touch was surprisingly tender, a contrast to his usual character. “Such a sleepy little mouse,” he murmured with an affectionate tone, one that seemed unfamiliar on his lips, “how quaint.”

Carefully, he lifted the infant from your embrace. The baby, undisturbed, continued to sleep, her tiny chest rising and falling in a calm rhythm. Raphael seated himself on the edge of the bed, ensuring every movement was calculated and silent, not to disturb the peaceful slumber of the infant's mother, you.

Holding the child merely inches from him, he looked at her with a complex mixture of emotions; affection, pride, perhaps even a hint of fear. His eyes, usually so piercing and cold, warmed as they rested on the child's placid face.

Raphael's attention was momentarily drawn to the balcony where a pseudo dragon perched, its eyes fixed on him with an unblinking gaze. The creature, a guardian by nature, watched with a protective intensity, ready to act should it perceive any threat to the child.

Turning his gaze back to the infant, Raphael spoke softly, his voice a whisper that carried weight and promise, “When she is grown, she will rule the nine hells with me.” The declaration was not just a statement of future events; it was a father's vow, a ruler's plan, “the perfect heir.” His daughter, this innocent soul, was not just any infant; she was his daughter, destined to share his ruling over the realms of damnation.

The room remained silent, the only sound the occasional flutter of the pseudo dragon's wings and the steady breathing of you and his child. Raphael continued to hold his daughter, his mind undoubtedly racing with plans and dreams of what was to come. For now, however, this moment was tender, a father bonding with his daughter, their future sprawling before them like the starlit sky outside the balcony.

[meowrette]

♡　　　❊　 　nagisa rentry graphics ♫　　✤　　　⌣　　req by anon!　f2u

[officialdaydreamer00]

(click for better quality)

art to follow up my event entry, flowers of a summer day!

i guess you can consider this entry no. 1.5 hehe ^-^

tagging🏷️ @cloudcountry @edith-is-a-cat @identity-theft-101 @keii-starz

[leaentries]

hang it in the louvre

[sorcerous-caress]

she's trying her best...on the wrong account

[drewstarkeyslut]

Just your daily dose of Drew Starkey ❥

[wolfiesmoon]

There's a first time for everything

yuuji x fem!reader

i think yuuji's birthday recently passed...💕

i didnt plan this on purpose and i haven't been keeping up much w jjk but i do know it's kinda gone to shit rn (gege why do you hate your own story sm😭)

i say we keep living in blissful ignorance ☺️🤞🏻

He checked his phone for what felt like the hundreth time. It's about 5 minutes until the agreed meeting time.

He fixed the edge of his shirt, looking at himself in the reflection of the café window. He looks good. But what if you don't think so? Ugh, it feels like his nerves are going to kill him any moment.

Why is he even nervous at all? You've been his friend for a while now, he knows you're a great person. But... this is the first date he's ever been on... how can he not be slightly worried?

He never really thought of a girl like that before he suddenly caught feelings for you. When you told him you felt the same way, he was happy but unsure how to treat you from now on. What do you do with a girlfriend? Even calling you that felt a little foreign. Not bad at all, just strange.

So that's how he ended up awkwardly asking you out on a date after being educated on girls by Nobara.

Gojo got excited and ended up giving Yuuji love advice before he left for the meeting spot, but something gives Yuuji the feeling that Gojo's advice isn't the most reliable on the field of love. He'll probably just stick to listening to his cursed energy manipulation advice.

You should arrive any minute now.

He gripped the boquet of flowers in his hand, another piece of advice given to him by Nobara.

"Yuuuuuuji!" he heard your voice from behind him, turning around to see you running to him, wearing the most cute outfit he'd ever seen. He nearly forgot to breathe when he saw you.

"Hey. You look so handsome today! Love the shirt!" you smiled at him, glancing at the flowers he was holding. You feel kinda cheeky, complimenting him like that right out of the gate. Now that he's your boyfriend, you get that priviledge.

"You too! I mean, not handsome, I think you're cute! Unless you like to be called handsome..." he laughed a little to cover up his awkward mistake. You didn't seem all that mad about it though, which was a relief. He wanted to say so much more about how absolutely adorable you look, but it could possibly come on too strong. Atleast he thinks it might?

"Here, for you!" he swiftly handed you the flowers, grinning widely at you.

"Oh, thank you! I love them!" you smiled down at the flowers. He breathed a sigh of relief. Nobara chewed him out thorougly when he said he doesn't know your favourite flower so he ended up having to guess which boquet you'd like.

"Should we..." he turned his head to the entrance and you nodded. He went over to the door and held it open for you.

"Oh wow, you're such a gentleman." you entered the café, waiting for him to enter behind you. Okay, you called him a gentleman. He must be doing something right. He followed right behind you, trusting that you'll pick the perfect spot.

The two of you sat down in a nice, cozy spot, with you sitting across him. You really got a good look at his face, noticing he looks slightly nervous. Oh, he's so cute.

You'd be lying if you said you weren't nervous yourself, so knowing you weren't the only one made you feel much better. The very beginning of the relationship is always the most awkward. It can only go up from here though, right?

Your hand slowly moved up and across the table to hold his hand which was placed on the table. He jumped slightly when your hand touched his but then grinned widely at you, gripping your hand back. Both of your hands were sweating like crazy.

You were about to start a conversation when the waiter showed up, smiling sweetly when he noticed your intertwined hands on the table. The two of you placed your orders and you waited for him to leave before trying again.

"I was really surprised when you asked me out on a date all of a sudden. Not in a bad way." you squeezed his hand slightly.

"Well, it wasn't exactly my idea, I'll admit that. But! You're my girl now, so it's only natural!" he squeezed your hand back, which hurt a little because he squeezed too hard.

You felt your cheeks heat up when he called you his girl. You could definitely get behind him calling you that from now on.

A silence fell between you, but it was not an uncomfortable one. You just looked into his eyes and he looked back into yours and it all felt right. You felt comfy and safe around Yuuji, even before you officially got together. But now you feel a different kind of comfy around him. One more laced with excitement and newfound affection.

Is it kind of corny? Sure, but it's what you feel. And you're sure he feels the same way, too.

The waiter placed down your drinks and the pastry you ordered for yourself, interrupting your lovey dovey trance.

"Thank you." You said quietly, a bit flustered that you got so lost in Yuuji's eyes you didn't even notice the waiter.

The waiter smiled at the two of you knowingly before leaving to take other's orders. You get the feeling he's amused by the two of you, not in a malicious way, though.

"Sorry I came last minute. I was worried about whether I'd look good in this outfit." You turned back to Yuuji and admitted bashfully. You spent way too long looking at yourself in the mirror, wondering if you overdressed or underdressed for the occasion. If the hair was too much or not enough.

"Why? You look amazing." He said it with such a casual tone, as if it were the most obvious thing in the entire world.

"If you say so, then I'm inclined to believe it." you said after a short silence. He's a simple, honest guy. And that's one of the reasons you fell in love with him.

"I would never lie to you!" he grinned happily, taking a sip of his drink and taking a moment to admire you. Wow, he's never really noticed your beauty until now. Back when he first started crushing on you, your looks weren't even that big of a factor, surprisingly. He found himself thinking about the way your laugh sounds or how you always make him feel happy and excited to be around you.

"You're looking at me weird, Yuuji." you narrowed your eyes dramatically. Although you were just exagerrating for the sake of fooling around a bit. You were sipping on your own drink, pleasantly surprised by how nice it tastes. Yuuji suggested the place, so you had no idea what to expect.

"Oh- I am? Hehe, sorry." he felt kind of embarrased at being caught staring at you like that. It's like he zoned in on you completely for a moment there.

You took a bite of the pastry you ordered and the colorful flavour immediately started dancing around on your tongue. This is very tasty!

Yuuji kind of wished he could take a photo of the expression you made the moment you started chewing on the pastry. The way your eyes lit up was simply magical. Now that he thinks of it, you've always made that face when eating the foods you like most. He's noticing so many things he's never thought about before, and it's both overwhelming and exciting.

"Yuuji, want a bite?" you asked sweetly, taking notice of the fact he was looking at the pastry.

"Yeah, sure." he isn't going to lie, he's interested in it too. He just has to ask the waiter for another pastry fork, right? His hand moved upwards to catch the waiter's attention when...

"Say ahhhh."

He looked back at you, wide eyed. You're holding out your fork over the table and smiling innocently.

"Uhhh..." he felt kind of mortified for some reason. He supposes it's because it came out of nowhere. You never did this when you were friends, but then again, he's pretty sure friends don't feed eachother. Are you pulling a little prank on him or do you actually want to feed him?

You looked at him expectantly, worried that you might have come on too strong. If he doesn't want to, you'd respect it, of course.

When he looked at the fork, he gulped. If he did eat off that fork, it would kind of be like a kiss, wouldn't it? Since your lips touched the fork before...

He takes the plunge and eats the pastry off the fork, eyes screwed shut as he tries not to think about the indirect kiss too much. If he's getting this flustered over an indirect kiss, how is he going to...

Oh, even thinking about it has him turning red!

"How is it? It's really good, right?" you wanted to know his opinion, too.

"It really is." he found himself enjoying the flavour too. Maybe the pastry tastes even sweeter because he's with you. Nah, that's way too cheesy. He's not saying that.

.

"Well, that's that. I really enjoyed being with you today."

The two of you exited the café. You were about to part ways when Yuuji remembered Gojo's love advice. Initially, he wasn't actually going to do it, but now he kind of wants to try it, as nervewracking as it is to ask.

"Wait. Before you go... can I kiss you?" he looked like he could implode any second now.

You froze, feeling butterflies rapidly hatching out of their cocoons in your belly. You weren't sure if you really heard him right, getting the sudden urge to pinch yourself to check if this is a dream. But judging by how red his cheeks are, you heard him perfectly well.

"I... yes, yes you can." you smiled awkwardly. You didn't know where to look at this moment. But you did know that you definitely want to experience your first kiss with Yuuji. There's no boy you trust more than him.

After getting your confirmation, he awkwardly grabbed your arms before closing his eyes and leaning towards your face. Internally, he's praying really hard he won't miss your lips. "I, uhhh, I've never kissed anyone before. So don't be mad if I mess up." he mumbled.

You screw your own eyes shut, feeling like you're about to explode from anticipation, waiting for his lips to touch yours. "It's okay. I've never kissed someone before, either." you whisper dreamily.

When his lips met yours, it felt kind of weird. You definitely need to get used to the feeling. But it certainly isn't bad.

You tried to wrap your arms around him to deepen the affection, but as soon as your lips joined, they were already seperating. He pulled away from the kiss, running his hand across his lips as if he was confirming the kiss wasn't just a fleeting dream.

"I'm sorry... I kinda got cold feet there. Not because of anything you did, though!" he assured you. His entire face was tomato red. How cute.

Kissing a girl feels weird. Well, not just a girl. His girlfriend.

"..It's okay, I get it. Thanks for the date and I hope to see you again tomorrow!" even though you said so, you were a bit dissapointed internally. You really wanted to feel that exciting, tingling feeling for a few moments longer.

You're sure you will again, soon enough. You almost want to pull him back and initiate your own kiss but you turn around and start walking away, turning back to wave at him happily and clutching the boquet in your other hand.

He waves back with equal enthusiasm. He's very relieved that the date went well. Now that you're almost gone from his line of sight, he relaxes his shoulders.

For how long have they been tense, anyways?

"Wow... she really is mine." he mumbled to himself. It feels like he's sealed a promise of many great things to come with that kiss.

[konigceo]

found this off the wendigoon subreddit but

[krenenbaker]

Rook Ballet Headcanons!

Now that we know Rook has CANONICALLY started taking ballet lessons, these are some thoughts I have as to some of his possible preferences with it! While I know that he's still learning the basics, if he were to continue further, he would probably get quite good!

He already has some of the necessary core and upper-body strength for ballet, and I'm sure that the cardio aspect wouldn't be a huge challenge for him, either. However, he stated in his Platinum Jacket vignette that he has struggled some with balance and ankle stability, so for the most part, he would be primarily working to strengthen his leg muscles - specifically those of the hip, thigh, and ankle - and increasing overall flexibility. With that work, in combination with the poise and grace he already has in his movements, he could become a fantastic danseur!

Now, for his preferences...

To begin, his uniform: I see Rook as likely preferring tights rather than shorts, and a leotard rather than a shirt. He'd also likely choose a cap or short sleeve over a tank, at least for the most part. and he seems as if he'd be quite drawn to a zip-front (or high-neck) leotard.

He'd also prefer grey canvas ballet slippers, grey tights, and a white leotard, though there's a chance he'd wear black slippers and tights instead.

For reference, Rook's preferred dancewear would be somewhat like this:

or perhaps this:

He'd also need to tie his hair back, of course, as he does for P.E., Beanfest, etc. (It would be wise for him to pin back the loose strands, too... though chances are, he wouldn't do that, except for recitals.)

Now, for the steps, I've added in some video examples, in case you aren't familiar with ballet terminology.

I'll begin with what Rook may struggle with, at least at first. Based on his main problem areas (ankle stability and balance), any sort of step which involves being en relevé ("on rise" on ones' toes) would be somewhat difficult, as well as some centre work. Grand pliés and développés in the centre would likely be hard for him when he first begins, until he has toned the proper muscles. And for a similar reason, he may struggle with turns, especially fouettés, pirouettes, and chaînés. Rook may dislike chaînés especially, as even with proper spotting technique, they can be quite disorienting.

However, he'd LOVE things like cabrioles, Italian pas de chat (in this video, alternating with glissés), saut de Basque, jeté en tournant, tour jeté, and similar steps. They each have a certain... sensation about them; when performed, these steps give a feeling of almost soaring through the air. He'd find them to be beautiful, and powerful to both perform and watch.

Rook would also adore the fluidity of pas de valse / balancé, and have a lot of fun with exercises which feature them!

he'd also love dancing any sort of pas de deux, even if he didn't have much chance to do it. being able to feel the interplay and balance between him and his partner, and build that sense of trust would be fantastically beautiful to him, possibly even more than watching a pas de deux.

There are likely a number of other steps and various variations (perhaps the Coppélia Act I Franz variation, for example?) which Rook would find to be enjoyable during his time taking ballet. And - should he continue with dance - Rook may just find another form of art he falls in love with!

[dark-and-kawaii]

*trips and drops these on tumblr* oops ♡

[miss-conjayniality]

sitarist jay (drabble)

genre: fluff

pairing: jay x gn south asian!reader

word count: 610

warnings: none

A/N: in honor of all the holidays coming up (holi, vaisakhi, ramadan/eid, etc.), AND also my srk x jay post that sparked desi enha discourse, this one goes out to all my desi engenes!!!! 🫶🏼 happy holi!!!! happy vaisakhi a month in advance. and a ramadan mubarak to those who celebrate.

soft desi engene hours. could u just IMAGINE sitarist!jay and dholi!you!?!??? 🥺

jay is grateful to have a lover who hails from such a gorgeous, rich culture that spans millennia. and as any connoisseur of culture would say - music isn’t just part of culture….it is culture. he’s been playing guitar for many years now. and he wants to venture out into other stringed instruments. and what better way than learning the sitar?

jay enjoys the calming, soulful, and twangy sound of the sitar. it sends him into a trance and he feels completely immersed in a different world. despite it being “different” from what he’s done before, he believes that the language of music is universal - one felt within the heart first and foremost.

he holds a deep reverence for south asian music. be it nusrat fateh ali khan, kishore kumar, mohammed rafi, noor jehan, or asha bhosle, he feels the timeless, evergreen spirit of such compositions pulse within his soul.

watching him learn the sitar is an endearing sight. ethereal even! seeing the level of dedication he has towards mastering such an art form warms your heart. he wants to learn bhajans, shabads, and ghazals for you. all he wants in life is to express his love for you through music. just chillin’ in his kurtas with the sleeves rolled up and his sitar by his side, showing you the ravi shankar songs he’s learned so far.

on the other hand, he too admires you for your passion for percussion. jay loves your appreciation towards the different types of dhol. he fawns over the euphoric feeling you get when hitting every thappi and tiparu and the way you chant your DHAs and DHINs while doing so. jay also appreciates the way you treat your dagga and tilli sticks like they’re your babies. he loves the swingy sound of dhol beats and the swagger you exude while you play.

jay sometimes gets annoyed when you pester him with the sound of your loud ass dhol while he’s peacefully and calmly practicing his sitar. but he knows it’s out of love and good fun. it’s the desi equivalent of the percussionist kids in band disrupting the ones who play the wind and brass instruments. antics aside, jay appreciates the lively spirit and camaraderie that comes with these musical clashes, cherishing the shared moments of cultural exchange and musical banter.

in the end, these musical escapades become cherished memories, shaping jay’s musical journey with a touch of spontaneity and joy. the blend of dhol and sitar, once seemingly contrasting, transforms into a celebration of diversity within your shared love for music. as the two of you continue your artistic pursuits, jay realizes that the moments of lighthearted banter and cultural exchange have added a special rhythm to the soundtrack of your relationship - one of seismic adoration.

with each note played and every shared laugh echoing in the air, jay acknowledges that your artistic pursuits have not only strengthened your musical connection with each other, but have also deepened your bond with him. the rhythm of seismic adoration encompasses the highs and lows, much like the crescendos and decrescendos in your collaborative performances. through the language of music, your relationship thrives, creating a symphony of understanding, support, and shared passion that resonates far beyond the notes of your instruments.

[nymphvoid]

designer: luiza braggion

[grimsdeadb0nes]

for the weekly redraw we've started doing in the zeti server have a zazz i am never going this hard for a redraw again 🤕

og under the cut, courtesy of @wetwaluigi ♡

it's a 2D stage so... i think thats why he's been doomed to the void from this angle i had to fill in the background with my own silly imagination 🙄

[coffit0]

Holy chaos au Sky siblings???

[betasuppe]

The dragon boy with his lil fluff nonexistent wings making his dark & anguished bf smile like sunshine♡