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Armor jeans

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''You don't have to suffer anymore...''

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𝐕𝐢𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐫 ᵃʳᶜᵃⁿᵉ ²ˣ⁰²

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ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴏʀ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢ ɪꜰ ᴜ sᴀᴠᴇ

ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ

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more icons from ARCANE on my Pinterest: HERE

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friendships end. relationships end. fictional man whos doing even worse than you is forever

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New Illustration ♥

VALENTINE DAY

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“sit in front of me in class. then i can take a nap behind ya.”

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leona who is sat behind you in class— y’all’s shared college professor monologuing about the ancient literature of briar valley, something or other about its influence on modern literature, etc.

of course this is one of leona’s least favorite classes, one he sleeps through most often which he’s currently doing while you’re desperately attempting to pay attention.

yet you keep getting side tracked by the way he’s used your shoulder to prop his head on, one of his ears twitching because a piece of your hair is tickling it. the soft fluff of his fur flicking against your neck sending little shivers down your spine— and with a little sigh you move the piece of hair irritating him out of the way, a little huff escaping him in his sleep and you swear it almost sounds like there’s a little purr muffled in it?

and it’s instinct that kicks in when your hand naturally goes to pet him, the fur of his ears soft against your palm— it’s calming and hypnotizing and you can’t stop yourself from absentmindedly petting him to get yourself through the class.

but you’ve lost all focus on the professor preaching his lecture in front of you— it’s all undividedly aimed at leona who’s purring has gotten louder, the vibrations rumbling from his chest and into your shoulder, his head leaning further into your palm and his face pressing deeper into the crook of your shoulder, he is blissfully unaware of how loud his purr has gotten and who are you to wake up a sleeping lion?

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I know I am supposed to be on Hiatus but wanted to draw Choso like that. Hope you like it !

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roommates to lovers with osamu but instead of some big confession he randomly kisses you goodbye at the door as he’s leaving for work one day like it’s the most natural thing in the world. you don’t register it happened until he’s already gone and he spends half an hour sitting in his car head on the steering wheel having a crisis

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やとらくん詰め

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thinking about Vil who takes such gentle care of you when you aren’t mentally feeling the best…

the way he coddles you; a slightly stern tone when scolding you for laying in old makeup/built-up grime for so long before asking him for help— he’s gentle but needs you to know he’s always there for you when you need him, please don’t let yourself be alone in such a mess…

he does his best to help you cleanup in whatever way you’re comfortable with him; using all his best skincare items to help you remove the crud from your skin, gentle hands that are so so soothing to the point of tears— and when you start to cry he pauses for a moment to let you catch your breath, to make sure you’re still alright for him to be there or if you’d like to stop, reassuring you that he’s there for whatever YOU need from him not the other way around.

when you ask him to continue he would run a warm bath, scents of vanilla that remind you of him and little bubbles in the water to comfort you; he’d help you wash your hair, first brushing the tangles from it with his fingers before moving on to a comb— he’d help wash your body with a gentle cleanser that has hints of a fruity scent, it reminds you of a sweet spring morning.

he takes such care in helping you dry off, letting you borrow a silk shirt of his to relax in— it’s warm and when you close your eyes it feels as if his arms are wrapped around you. he’s even more gentle in blow drying your hair, using a heat protectant that has a familiar smell, one that reminds you of when he’s leaned down to place his head on your shoulder to steady himself when he’s lost his composure a bit.

little praises slip from his lips that are mostly drowned out by the noise of the blow dryer but you can understand he’s telling you how beautiful you are, how soft your hair is, etc. and it’s to the point that the tears just start flowing all over again and you swear he almost chuckles something about needing to invest in more products to help calm down puffy eyes if you keep crying so much.

and he does have something on hand that does just that, he’s gentle when applying it and even when the tears don’t stop he just lets out the softest little sigh before pressing his forehead against yours— giving you a moment to relax (and making a silent vow to himself to poison anyone who’s ever upset you).

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Sorry but your sexual fantasy has a plot hole in it. Orgasm denied.

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unrelenting one 🪽

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sanrio pixels!

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Sirens

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"We Myrmidons are not the sentimental type."

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I should be writing smutty content but instead I’m writing a gay lil’ essay about Patroclus, the Fates, and how Apollo is a lil’ dickhead for butting into his fight with Hector— I hope my professor is ready for this absolute disaster…

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forgot to post these doodles i did on my copy of hmc :)