LORD FORGIVE ME FOR SHEDDING BLOOD!

MIGNON 민용 | EP 10

Every now and then I remember I am significantly older than the legalization of gay marriage in my country and I take psychic damage every time. I am not that old, like my life has just begun.

Just... Remember our rights didn't just descend from the heavens hundred of years ago. It is still a fresh memory, a blip compared to the timeline of the world.

Little thing that was brought up in a conversation with my dear friend @hashal-hutcracker in which Hashal saves Justice from trouble by carrying it;; I thought the concept was kinda cute for them.

Art of Justin from @rene-01 and his boyfriend's Justcan Yandere Simulator AU!

you hide the most juicy shit in your tags its a whole nother fic atp- also BRATTY GHOST? 🫠

The tags are my safe space. Hold on lemme put my tag thoughts on this post and embarrass myself.

Fae!Price and Ghost have known each other so long, and after Price saved Ghost from his backstory they were sort of inseparable. Ghost owed Price everything, and was more than happy to be his attack dog/shadow. Price was determined to get Ghost re-socialized, and sometimes Ghost got stressed and needed to be taken care of. Sometimes Ghost needed to lash out and be put in place in a safe environment that Price could control. Sometimes Ghost just needed an outlet for the feelings he couldn't talk about. All of 1fae1 has fucked but I think Price and Ghost had something the closest to a relationship, even if that relationship was a D/s sort of vibe. Nothing close to Valeria and her pet, Price just wanted Ghodt to feel whole again, but also a little more than just sexual chemistry.

anne of green gables (1985) | anne of green gables: the sequel (1987)

Shou + Prowess.

( non-mutuals dni ! )

Rest, Wangji

A collaboration for @subjiminibang by Mikanni (fic) and Anaxandria (art) featuring Nie Mingjue and Lan Wangji

Summary of the fic:

The months go by, Wei Wuxian is dead and Lan Wangji is dealing with his grief in increasingly unhealthy ways. When Lan Xichen can’t bear to watch any longer, he has an idea that might be a breakthrough – an idea that includes his best friend and dom Nie Mingjue.

Read the fic here!

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About the art:

Nie Mingjue is approximately 7 inches tall and this is shown in a 10 inch hoop. The image has been lightly retouched for posting to hide some of the ink marks from where pen bled through the interfacing where it was distracting — but as, with any handmade object, the imperfections show the (many, many hours of) work involved! Many thanks to my writer for inspiring this scene! 💙

One day I’ll redraw the infamous Klance storyboard sketch. One day.

should salice in the vtmb au have a ghoul... discuss. I need opinions

allen too i think. considering their professions i would imagne they'd actually benefit from having a ghoul of sorts...

I wanna be a cowboy, baby

media analysis or just . SPEAKING about it for that matter on tiktok is so abhorrent it literally is making me infuriated 

Happy WBW! What kind of makeup/cosmetics are popular or in fashion in the world of your WIP?

Thank you for the ask :)

Like our world, makeup in Sonhara is viewed as an art form and comes in many different varieties. They have much of the same things that we do, only made from different ingredients, as they can't have anything artificial (like silicone).

The most popular item though is glitter, with only the seabloods not being too interested in it. The island of Geila is the biggest export of biodegradable glitter in the whole of Sonhara. It has made them extremely wealthy lol

Mainly because I personally love glitter and add it to far too many character designs lol. The sunbloods are sprinkled with gold, the icebloods in silver, and then the stormbloods took every other colour glitter that was left and bathed in it lol

Having dnd NPCS (and OCs) is so crazy because I know their entire life their interests their loves their friends their everything but there is not a single other person who knows about all these thoughts swirling around in my head

It’s like i know how these characters broke down in their rooms by themselves what poetry they tell themselves in the dark and what their childish little hopes and dreams are and how it all ended… you’re the biggest silent tragedy a famed martyr of your time but only in my head

It makes me think about how i will be someday; how most of me will have just been thoughts I had never said and in the far future i will be dust, with nothing that is left of me at all