#pls don’t steal

[teethwitheyes101-blog]

This is soot.

i love soot 🥺

They are a sand/night hybrid

They live in the sand kingdom and use their dark colouring to their advantage.

They steal goods and food with immaculate stealth and never get caught.

They have a bit of enchanted scroll and sell animus enchanted objects.

Thank you <3

[iamn0there-o]

i may or may not be finding my inspiration again. eat up, it’s 6 am and ive been awake all night

[magentagenta]

Pretty Ghoul 💖

[notquitecozy]

the freak who runs this blog lawl

[skrunckly]

MY AMAZING SIBLING MADE THIS WELCOME HOME OC DRAWING FOR MY BIRTHDAY ITS SO GOOD!!

(Go follow them at @executive_cryptid on instagram they make such good art)

[opalite-illusions]

New signature just dropped 🗣️🗣️🗣️

[kitzuneplayz]

Tsubaki Pride Month Art 💕🏳️‍🌈

credits to @jacaroi. Follow them on Instagram :)

[tvgals]

PULL UP INNA A HONDA CIVIC 🗣️🙏🆙🔥

[autistic-katara]

made some fanart of Alex c:

it’s been a while since i’ve drawn anything and i was trying some new things here so i’m pretty happy w/ how it turned out

also feel free to save and use this as a pfp or whatever as long as u don’t pretend it’s urs or someone else’s

[g3nd3rl3ssf00l]

wives being wives <3

[cipherdragon]

12/7/22

[pearl-blue-musings]

do you have a good sex playlist, I have to write a v explicit fic but I can't seem to get into that type of writing mood?

!!! I kinda do??? I totally understand the feeling of needing to be in the mood so I have a lil playlist sometimes I play when writing smut!!

I’m spilling some secrets so under the cut!

[mjruiz]

The air is stale as it always in the winter. The snow is white, clean, and freshly fallen. The leaves are dead and the animals are quiet with either the cold or hunger. Everyone is always hungry in the winter. The fields are sleeping and no longer provide. The animals are thin and some don’t make it those who do usually get eaten. Everything is much too tiring yet we cannot stop. Usually everyone stops moving in the winter but us farmers cannot afford that. We cannot afford to stop.

The fire must be stocked. The animals need to be fed and milked. The goats utter are dry and balm needs to be applied. The hens aren’t laying eggs so light and warmth is necessary. We must make sure the children and doing fine out in the cold. We cannot afford to stop.

We go out in the snow. Mother needs more wood. We must get some. The cold is biting and seeps in our bones. We feel it in our teeth. Our legs ache and any movement is too much. The gloves we have aren’t nearly warm enough but the rabbits are still too small to make good ones so we must continue using them. The cold air freeze our lungs making them heavy. We cannot afford to stop.

Not in this weather anyways. We’ll freeze. How far is the wood again? Where are we? What are we getting again? There’s blood. There’s blood on the snow. Bright red against the pale ground. Calling us almost. We must follow it. There’s a smell amongst the stale air. The air is getting warmer and we cannot help but follow the warm air. We cannot afford to stop.

The blood is growing larger and brighter like an angel on Earth. It’s calling us and we must follow. Our feet stumble and the angels are calling us and we must follow. The blood is so very warm and the gloves don’t seem to matter much anymore. We take them off the air feeling so warm and perfect against our purple fingers. We cannot afford to stop.

The air is warm and we can hear the angels singing for us. We will reach God’s kingdom. He has chosen us! We have found the source of blood. A lamb. A beautiful small lamb with white and pure fleece. The blood marring it! Ruining it! It is ruining! But God demands it. It is the price of our salvation. We cannot afford to stop.

Strip away any impurities! God does not enjoy the disgusting human traces on you. If you wish to be an angel you must be stripped of any impurities. We strip off our clothes. How dare we take away from Gods earth. We must strip. The angels are singing louder and the warmth. We cannot afford to stop.

The lamb is breathing again. Braying along with the angels. God accepts you. He wishes an angel and an angel he’ll make. Take the knife from your pocket and slit your throat as God demanded from Abraham. Prove your love and he’ll make you perfect. We cannot afford to stop.

When your mother will walk in the cold winter she won’t understand. She won’t understand that God condone this. She won’t understand why her child has died. Our blood bright against the pale snow. She won’t understand why the lamb stands before alive and well and why you are dead, your naked body against the snow. You are an angel now. Perfect and pure. She won’t understand that we couldn’t afford to stop.

[anonymous-pod1]

Rose Gold Tears

pretty waman

[skrunckly]

silly drawing I made of Micheal from tma😋😋

[all-class-darling]

tmht - melbourne 4/12/22