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dtiys for @/maso.pi on instagram <3

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I was going through some old art deciding what to post and oml I forgot about this one

I outta redo it soon cause it's stunning in concept

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Sig was such a goof when he was younger and still had some morals😭

Look at that soft smile he's so baby

(Also I love his little star children shirt I want one to exist irl)

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ur art doesn’t need to be perfect!!! it does need to be horny & grotesque tho

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Arthur Morgan's VA sayin TERFs ain't got no friends plays in my head at least twice a week ok?

Life is scary but Happy Pride. Stay safe!

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I like him a normal amount

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Brothers

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little joel on youtube got me wondering what the percentage is actually like. please reblog so i can get more responses and thus a more representative data pool for my demographic of "people who use tumblr in 2023"

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he actually did cover them up *because i posted this into a school discussion and am not trying to alarm my professors*

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pov: kipo finds out about side blogs

Like An Angel

Content: OC Story/Tag: a&a Word Count: 630 Characters: Arconia (narrator, she/her), Ariel (she/her)

I went to my first wedding at six years old. I was put in a pink dress with white flowers on it, my arms were itchy and I complained about it throughout the whole ceremony until I started to play with the other kids. Suddenly, the itch had faded away into obscurity—a ghost of discomfort. I thought the same would happen when it came to love. Eventually, that itch and longing for something more, something different, would dissipate. 

Soon enough, I told myself. This discomfort will leave me too and become ignorable once that damn ceremony was over and I could play house and mom like I was told.

But when I saw her… I looked at her burgundy orbs and knew, this itch wouldn’t go away.

“Congratulations,” she told me, a smile on her face. I could see right through it.

Taking her hand, I led both of us to a secluded area of the venue. Our voices were lower than whispers, despite the loud music surrounding us. “What are you doing here?”

“I had to say goodbye-” her hand strokes my cheek and I have to will myself to turn away.

“Ariel.” It’s stern. Oh, how I hate being harsh with her. That look she gives me afterward, the furrowed brows, slight pout; she’s like a kicked puppy.

“I understand,” she smiles again and it hurts even more than a frown. “Well, I am leaving, though. That much is true.”

“Where will you go?”

“It’s best you don’t know, hm?” She grabs my hands. “Goodbye, my darling, Arconia.”

I do not reply. Not out of spite or hatred, but out of fear. I’d prefer her not to leave me. I knew I wanted nothing but her but regardless of my wants or desires, I couldn’t have her. If I didn’t tell her goodbye, maybe she’d come back to me one day and wreck my life like she had done when we first met. 

It had seemed like something of a dream, she fell into my life like an angel from the sky, rejected by God. All of a sudden, I was consumed by her. As if she had been a succubus, I was engulfed in everything Ariel. And it was sweet. She was sweet. Her lips, her hair, her hands on my face, arms, legs—

The first time I woke up at her side, I felt no fear. I felt no itch. I was entirely swallowed by her entire being; the way she glowed in the daylight. Her smile, her laugh. It all filled a void in my soul I never knew could be filled in the first place. 

Was this feeling worth it all? Was it worth ruining the life I had built?

Did I deserve any of it?

Perhaps not but humans are inherently selfish. I’d kill someone to hold onto what makes me feel this alive.

“Ariel!” I grab her arm and pull her into a deep kiss. My hand quickly moved to hold onto her face, my fingers combing their way past her hair to move it out of the way. She grabs my hips to pull me closer, reciprocating the kiss.

It’s full of fervor, a want—no, a need. 

“Darling?” She asks once we separate, breathless.

“I adore you,” I say, just as winded. “In my mind, it is you. When I wake, when I slumber. The way you make me feel is something I cannot imagine living without and if I must leave behind all that I have built for this—us—to thrive, then so be it. I may not be worth it but you certainly are.”

At this, the woman before, the absolute angel at just a whisper away, weeps with a beautiful smile. “Oh, love,” she sighs, leaning into another kiss.

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HELLO TUMBLR!

kipo / 20 / artist / OC artist! lover of fictional dilfs embarrassingly so 💀

will reblog whatever i want, if i'm active. will replog my friends'/mutuals' art unapologetically. will probably include stupid shit in my tags >:]]

more of my info is below the cut off :)

side blogs:

oc stuff (mostly writing, mostly about angel lesbians)

nsfw/suggestive blog coming soon (maybe ehhhh)

i am native hawaiian and filipino with some puerto rican and irish. i am sdx autistic (seeking diagnosis whenever i can afford it) and have adhd.

im genderfluid and use mirror pronouns (meaning, whatever your pronouns are- that's what i use when you talk to me or about me). im also incredibly queer.

i'm so disgustingly obsessed with arthur morgan right now so if you see me being delusional, just look away or join me idk

i feel so normal about music and i totally do not make playlists for any and every oc and occassion and feeling in my life. [sarcasm]

i'm mostly sfw. i'm hoping to post more but am terrible at multitasking. i'm most active on instagram and tiktok (@/konkeez on both)

!! proship/nft/terf dni/dnf !!