HAHA!! I’M BACK!

(Would anyone like to be friends, I have two friends and I would enjoy it if I could have more who I can talk to a lot. Plus, I believe that one of my friends and I are drifting apart so I would like more BEFORE we end our friendship someday ): I don’t wanna be lonely fr- )

(I’m cool, I swear. I am the coolest.. I am the most :3 iykyk-)

Self-indulgent shadowpeach doodles cuz im starving and my brain is vacant of anything but them

teehee

I need That Old Man™️ so bad rn.💔

dru's to-do list be like

kiss ash's neck scar

kiss ash's ears

kiss ash's wings

kiss ash on the lips

love ash ✔

What would happen if Shadowheart and Karlach were stuck in an elevator for three hours, and why would they be making out in the first fifteen minutes?

I really have over 800 hours in bg3 and have only romanced Astarion to completion out of all the tadpole crew.

*proceeds to simp*

Avarice(human ver.) belongs to @a-v-j

nosramus x reader i dont have any cool title ideas please bear w me

Slender fingers entwined with yours, a gentle hold, a quiet show of affection. “When will you be back?” The man before you asked. His voice was silent, silent enough for his words to be mistaken for the wind, had you not been paying attention. “You know I cannot answer that.” Your response seemed to have hurt him just as much as it hurt you, his displeasure obvious by the look on his face. His hands were pale and freezing… and trembling. Trembling against your own. “I can’t know if I’ll ever be back.” You continued. God, how you wished your words were untrue. How you wished you could remain by his side, listening to his rambles and watching as he worked. You could tell he enjoyed the company, judging by how he acted in your absence. You couldn’t help but wonder if he notices the change in his mood when you’re gone, it would be safe to assume you were his only friend. Were you even friends anymore? Or something more? Were the acts you had committed born of mutual attraction, or pure need? You could not tell. “I suppose it is quite the gamble in these dungeons, is it not?” You laughed, he joined you. The man’s laugh was airy and pained, though his movements remained graceful still. He was a sight for sore eyes, a kind soul trapped inside the dungeons out of his own will. But you had other plans, plans that required you to leave this place, and had it not been for him, you would have already gone through with them. But he made you want to stay, a diamond hidden behind rubble, treasure buried feet deep inside the earth. His work could only be done here, and yours could only be done out there, and you hated it. You wanted to take him outside, to take him with you, to never let go. He was the comfort you needed in this God-Forsaken place, he did everything in his power to ensure your safety and stability, and you’re taking away those exact things from him due to your own selfish goals and aspirations. You took away his everything and now you’re leaving, and you know that you won’t be able to look inside the mirror and see yourself anymore, only the person that this hellhole has shaped. But for now, he is still before you. For the limited amount of time you have together, he is here, as are you. You find yourself taking a step closer, burying your head in his chest, staining his beige robes with your tears, and in turn he embraces you, wrapping his arms around you and placing his chin atop your head. He feels your pain, he understands you, and he too wishes he could stay by your side. At times, he has considered it… he’s an immortal being, and you are not. Maybe he could leave the dungeons, join you for the duration of your life, and return once you are fully gone, but he knows his limits. He wouldn’t be able to handle that, the hurt and the pain it would cause him or the insecurity it would cause you. He knows that your departure is for the best. And when you’re finally ready, when you finish sobbing into his chest, when you finish shaking like an abandoned puppy… …He lets go of you. As do you. And with a nod, you leave. And none of you know if you will ever return.

Girl fuck friends, fill that hole in your heart with Miguel O’Hara and Pitbull’s music‼️‼️‼️‼️

Omg you don’t know how much I CRAVE that man I need him carnally I want him good LAWD

This post def isn’t because my life is spiraling out of control and Miguel is making me forget def not I dunno what you’re talking about

I need that old man from 2099 Jesus Christ he’s so fucking fine like omg bbg COME H E R E

Send help /hj

I need his man carnally

help he's such a sly fox :")

Is it bad that I am incredibly attracted to a man who may or may not be 82 years old?

Bc like what if he’s very pretty and traumatized. Is it okay then?

….

Asking for a friend

PLEASEEEE I JUST WANT A GIRLFRIENDDDD WOMEN ARE SO CONFUSING

pov: op's university won their first football game of the year and their goofy ahh brain took one look at the cheerleader pom squad's uniforms and said "yea so alfred..." and so op made this in 3 hours for just a small taste of dopamine and silly juice

aka local eternal grad student stole a uniform that magically fit him and stole the halftime show bc not even the marching band can outshine that smile

aka...if you recognize this football field or this uniform you already know me far too well asdkjfashdf please come remove me from the census immediately in the middle of the speedway on tuesday 12 pm

If you're a Jason Todd simp,you will also become a Rose Wilson simp.This is both me telling you about my personal experiences and me threatning you

the absolute SECOND this fucker got onscreen. i Knew.