Been trying to simplify my artstyle for pieces like this so it dosnt take 20+ hours, I think I've done it so I can keep the details but not the time!! I hate how sirius came out but remus.. I want to eat him.

Fun fact

Nightbringer Satan doesn't yet know that a human's lifespan is so infinitely shorter than that of a demon

That is all :)

any toontowners in chat

I HAD TO

I was originally kinda sad about not inviting and completely dismissing Cove while playing the Soirée moment again but DAMN was it worth it just to meet Baxter at the beginning of step 3 again and watch him go “…wait a goddamn minute 👉”

ᯓᡣ𐭩 ‘like an angel’ by artemas is responsible for this. re-upload bc I was too sleepy to realize how horrible & unfinished this was when i first uploaded it

Most men would call you distasteful words during sex, but not Choso. The two of you had only fucked a handful of times thus far, but when you did, he would remain in utter silence as he admired you.

And to you, his untainted purity was a refreshing sight to behold among this blemished world – so you didn't mind his lack of words.

Choso was fairly new to the dating scene, but he heard buzz from the other jjk men that you're supposed to talk to your partner during sex. He didn't completely comprehend the notion, since he believed your physique communicated with his gaze in a way no words ever could.

Alas, he decided to give it a try, blurting out the first line that crossed his mind during that moment.

“You fuck like an angel,” he praises mid session while his hands latched onto your hips as you maneuvered yourself on top of him. Even the way he held you with a mellow grip mirrored his temper, aiding your efforts by guiding your body and gently pressing you back down against his pelvis every time you felt as if your knees were going to give out.

You were too out of it to comprehend a single syllable, so you babble an incoherent “uh huh,” not giving what he said much thought.

But Choso meant every word; to him, you were divinity fully realized. He was almost 100% certain you would give him a heart attack, but he would die for his angel. Perhaps he welcomed death as long as it meant immortalizing the breathtaking scene before him.

And as if his first comment wasn't enough, he went on to cement the notion of just how dearly he admired you.

“From my rotting body, flowers shall grow, each one being only for you – and you alone,” he gazed up at you with a tooth-rotting, beaming expression before going on, “and I'd be honored to be the favored flower that adorns the enchanting garden your body is.”

While his composed demeanor didn’t change, the color of his cheeks told a completely distinct narrative.

Your eyes widen, causing your movements to come to a complete halt as the sudden unexpected, but heartfelt, words finally process in your mind.

One of your hands moves towards Choso’s cheek, a tenderness that directly translates to your voice as you reply, “I love you sweetie, but I’m gonna have to teach you how to properly dirty talk.”

“But isn’t that how other people do it?” He raised an eyebrow, completely unaware that the definition he gave to the concept of sex talk was flawed.

He assumed other couples used this time to praise their partners, since they were handing over a very vulnerable part of them. And he was right to an extent, but other couples did not spew beautiful poems like he did — but you had no heart to tell him that.

So instead of shattering his wholesome beliefs with reality, you nodded, leaning forward to press a warm kiss on your boyfriend’s forehead.

“Yeah, that’s how some of them do it.”

The reassurance was met with his arms wrapping around your waist, his face burying itself in between your bare chest. It was almost enough to forget the vulgar deed you were engaging in a few seconds ago.

sometimes i think about how the acotar books could've been a great way to show that "love doesn't heal trauma" rather than whatever points sjm was trying to make about abusive relationships and sa. instead of tamlin being abusive, she could've written that feylin's individual traumas kept them from reaching out to each other. or that feyre felt suffocated by the perfect, idyllic and alive spring court when she felt the opposite on the inside. or that tamlin felt overwhelmed by the sudden influx of responsibilities as he's trying to rid himself of the nightmares from utm. they try to make it work. they try to replicate some of the dates and dances from book #1 but there's an almost tangible shadow over their relationship now. and maybe one day feyre sees a memorial for andras or a likeness to one of the high fae living in the spring court to one of the high fae she killed utm, and has a panic attack. and this serves as the catalyst that severs feylin's relationship and reveals that yes, their love broke a curse, their love saved prythian but it couldn't (and shouldn't) heal them.

The way they are looking at each other I fucking can’t anymore

The love in geto eyes

POV: You watch Macaque bring a wasted ass man who doesn't know what century he's in.

"I can be ur bread angle... or debil!"

"i don't want to make him uncomfortable" "HIM?!" stede she's w the girls rn there's no "him" in this space other than u smh

Viggo: Are pigeons drones? Hiccup: What? No, I'm trying to sleep. Viggo: Think about it. How come you've never seen a baby pigeon? And why do you never actually see a pigeon nest? Because they're DRONES! Hiccup: *Crying* Please let me sleep...

new hair look

relistening malevolent is so funny im on e2 and arthurs like "doing something good for someone... is important right now. after everything we've been through" girlie have you NOT been through anything yet

it's always too late...

The time it takes for Aziraphale to fight his moral dilemma, to seek reassurance from Crowley that helping wee Morag is the right thing to do, to convince himself to do so, is the time he loses, and it's too late then. His religious trauma and the fear of disobeying heaven never ends well, and he always have to deal with the crushing weight of guilt, for doing, for not doing, for even thinking about doing, even if it's the right thing, and that's a hell of a character development right there.