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chigirizzz · 7 months
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shujishujishujiiiiii
i love him.
AND I LOVE MY MAN CHIFUYU
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alouvrr · 13 days
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eye of the vulture king
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hansoeii · 1 year
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it’s okay, babygirl.
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voltaical-art · 5 months
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whadya mean he didnt tell you he loves you??? his eyes literally went soft when he looked ur way...
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mysicklove · 1 year
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obedience is so so hot. not even asking subs to do extreme things, just simple commands that they have been trained to follow. reinforced these rules so many times that their body reacts to your words before they even think about it
could you imagine being mid-conversation with a sub, and then randomly interrupting them to tell them to kneel, and immediately they fall to their knees without even hesitation, blinking up at you and ready to follow the next command.
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carrotkicks · 3 months
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cupid depression edition
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pilvimarja · 6 months
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nctsworld · 4 months
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JOHNNY VIDEOCALLING DURING BRUNCH // OUR DREAMY DAY IN THE US #1
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vouwlgs · 5 months
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namemc spoilers…??????
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IM NOT MENTALLY WELL RN PLEASE SEND HELP AHHHHHHHHHH IM TURNING INTO A RABID DOG ANHHHHHH
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wolsim · 4 months
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"Do I look pretty?" My Demon (2023 - 2024), dir. Kim Jang Han
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toriowlfluff · 4 months
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Back on my bs, this time with my take on Floyd’s post trauma design!
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hyperactively-me · 6 months
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halloween with husband!ghost 🍁🎃🍭
The chilly Halloween air nips at your skin as you sit on your front porch, surrounded by the faint glow of jack o' lanterns you and your husband had carved. The night is alive with the laughter of children, their costumes ranging from little monsters to miniature superheroes.
The sound of the front door swinging open and shutting pricks your ears, and you turn back to see your husband holding a large bowl of candy. You pull your sweater tighter around your frame, smiling to yourself as you watch him approach you.
"You're gonna catch a cold. Maybe we should go inside—"
"Simon! You promised," you scold gently, pouting your lips.
With a sigh, he begrudgingly sits down on the porch chair next to you, settling the bowl of candy in his lap.
Simon shifts uncomfortably in his chair, his hands clutching onto the sides of the bowl. He didn't really want to be out here in the first place, but you insisted on handing out candy to the kids this year. You wanted to be a friendly presence in the neighborhood, maybe get to know some new people. His reluctance was evident, yet you managed to coerce him into joining you. Besides, it could be fun! You're spending the evening just hangin' out with lil' ol' me! you had teased earlier that day. Of course, he had given in.
You catch a glimpse of his stern profile, the faint glow from the streetlight casting shadows on the edges of his face. He mutters something under his breath, likely a comment about the absurdity of Halloween, but you just chuckle in response, determined to make the most of the evening.
"Y'know, you can munch on those while we wait," you say, tapping his wrist lightly, motioning towards the candy in his hands.
Simon glances at the bowl of candy in his lap and then at you. With a dramatic sigh, he relents.
"S'pose a few wouldn't hurt."
He selects a piece of candy and unwraps it with deliberate nonchalance. As he munches, you can't help but notice a subtle softening in his demeanor. You hum, knowing that that man had an insatiable sweet tooth. His kryptonite.
A group of children dressed as witches and wizards approach your porch, their eyes widening at the sight of the mysterious man sitting there. You nudge Simon, urging him to play along. With a begrudging sigh, he reaches into the candy bowl, hand emerging with a handful of sweets.
"Happy Halloween," he grumbles in a barely audible voice. The kids exchange glances, half-terrified and half-amazed, before timidly taking the candy and scurrying away.
"See, Si, that wasn't too bad, was it?" you tease, elbowing him gently.
He settles back into his chair, trying to hide his smirk. "Don't get used to it, it's a once-a-year thing."
You laugh, appreciating his playfulness.
As the night progresses, more children in various costumes parade by, their eyes wide with excitement as they approach the enigmatic figure on the porch. Simon, despite his initial grumbling, starts to interact with the kids in his own unique way. Some ask about him, while others timidly compliment the carved pumpkins. The occasional chuckle escapes from the man next to you, and you can tell that, deep down, he's enjoying himself.
"Are you having fun?" you smile gently.
He raises an eyebrow at you. "Eh, it could be better."
But you know him well. Despite the tough exterior, you can sense the smallest grin creeping up on his face. You reach over, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. "You're doing great. Besides, it's fun to see the kids' reactions. You're good with them."
Simon offers a subtle nod of acknowledgment, his gaze softening as he watches the neighborhood kids pass down the street. As the night unfolds, he becomes more animated, engaging with the children in playful banter and even managing a few lighthearted scares.
You can't help but smile proudly, reaching your hand to find his. You entwine your fingers in his, giving him a small squeeze. Simon glances at you, the faint glow from the jack o' lanterns highlighting the corner of his mouth as it quirks into a genuine smile. The warmth of your hand in his seems to be melting away any lingering reluctance, and he returns the squeeze, a silent acknowledgment of the unexpected enjoyment he's finding in the evening.
As a group of children dressed as superheroes approaches, Simon beckons them over. With a flourish, he hands out candy, mimicking powerful stances. The kids respond with laughter, their amusement evident. You watch, heart warmed, as your usually stoic husband embraces the occasion of the evening.
"You're a sweetie," you remark, laughter bubbling in your voice.
He grins back, his eyes crinkling at the edges.
As a group of little monsters approaches, he pretends to be frightened, eliciting giggles from the kids. You can't help but marvel at the sight—Simon, the serious and stern Ghost, has become the kid’s one stop spot for entertainment. Who’d have thought?
As the final trick-or-treaters make their way down the street, Simon looks at you, satisfaction in his eyes. Simon starts to rise from his chair, a smile still lingering. "Well, that's enough Halloween for one year."
You tease him, "Maybe we can make it twice next year?"
He chuckles, flashing you a sidelong glance, "Let's not get carried away."
You stand from your own chair, stretching a little. "You should give yourself more credit, y'know, Mr. 'I don't wanna hand out candy.'"
Simon shakes his head, leaning down to grab the empty bowl and some stray candy wrappers. "I dunno what you're talkin' about, love."
You giggle at his response as you go to hold the front door open for him. He walks through the threshold, the warm air inside your shared home warming you both up. Your cheeks felt a little numb from the nippy air.
Once inside, you both shed your jackets, feeling the warmth of your cozy home enveloping you. Simon heads towards the living room, and you follow suit. The soft glow of the fireplace casts a warm glow across the dark living room.
Simon drops onto the couch with a sigh, looking content yet still retaining a hint of his usual stoicism. You join him, settling beside him, and he instinctively wraps an arm around your shoulders. The flickering flames dance in the fireplace, casting a gentle glow over the room. Simon reaches to the side to drape a blanket over the both of you.
"That wasn't as terrible as I thought it would be," Simon admits, a glint in his eyes.
You giggle, leaning into him. "Told you."
He smirks, "Well, I might consider making it a twice-a-year thing, but only because you seem to enjoy it so much."
You nuzzle against him, savoring the warmth of his embrace. "I knew you secretly loved it."
The two of you sit in comfortable silence for a moment, the crackling of the fireplace soothing you.
Simon leans down, placing a gentle kiss on the top of your head. "Thanks for makin' me do this."
"I loved spending tonight with you, Si," you whisper.
Simon's gaze softens, and he tightens his embrace. "Me too," he murmurs, his voice a gentle rumble.
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londoneh · 6 months
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I found this picture of big bird and thought it was just so fun!! So yellow…!
🧸♡🧸
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myinterestaredead · 22 days
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@rhapsoddity LOOK I MADE YOUR SILLY !!!!!!
The spectrum fever isbway to much for me i have a nother drawing on the way of this silly gay villain
BUT OMG HES SO SILLY WTH :3
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revenantghost · 1 year
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Major Trimax Spoilers Ahoy:
Man. Man.
You ever think about how Vash just wanted something so badly. He wanted to be with Wolfwood so badly. Even though hunting down his brother has been his sole, major motivation to get going most of the manga, he found Wolfwood in that church. Vash came just for him.
He fell into step beside Wolfwood, so close that they don’t need words. He admitted, if only to himself, that he wanted to spend all the tomorrows he could get from Wolfwood. He wanted. He wanted.
He wanted so much that, as they sat on that damned couch, Vash prayed. For the very first and last time, he chose to pray to a god he wished for, but didn’t have faith in. A god that his priest inspired in him. Anything and anyone who would help him, help them. Just one more tomorrow, even. Anything. Please.
And, you know, here we are again, aren’t we? In another universe but with the same men, and with the same gods. And we all know what’s coming. It’s consumed them every single other time, a fixed point that we can’t escape. But the gods of this universe are still there. They’ve seen Vash beg, they’ve seen Vash plead, they’ve seen Vash mourn.
Do they care enough to listen? Do they care enough to spare them? Do they care enough to let them have their tomorrows?
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yeorin08 · 2 months
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Yeager, you pretty child
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He's so pretty i'd cry to the stars
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