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[wesle-y]

Not to be dramatic..... but I need somebody to nut in my mouth.

[vacantgodling]

watched an elden ring lore video and now i wanna work on tcol as you do 🤷🏽‍♂️

[bl-bam-beyond]

THE EIGHTH SENSE (2023, SOUTH KOREA)

Episode 10 [The Finale]

Jae Won (LIM JI SUB) and Ji Hyun (OH JUN TAEK) got their happy ending. They are willing to try and face whatever comes.

@pose4photoml @lutawolf

[j4r-of-flies]

me tbh

[kalofi]

guess who’s not winning father of the year award !!!

[beloved-child-of-the-house]

when ppl are like oh Draco is so hot I’m like ❓❓❓ that scraggly wet rat of a man? That torn umbrella with an attitude problem? That angry little peacock hatchling? You think he’s hot??

Harry gets special dispensation on that tho. Harry is like ohh my god? He is so pretty 🙈🫣🤭 and everyone else is like 🙃

[michellemisfit]

✨ Gold (gold) // Always believe in your soul // You've got the power to know // You're indestructible, always believing // You are gold (gold) // Glad that you're bound to return // There's something I could have learned // You're indestructible, always believing ✨

Medium: GRAPHIK Fine Liner, Gold Gel Pen

✨ Remember we were partners in crime // It’s only two years ago // // Now he's in love with you, he's in love with you // And love is like a high prison wall // You could leave me standing so tall ✨

For @gallacrafts Theme 38: Shameless Pride - and a little bit for an Inktober I’m not participating in lol

Some in progress and close ups behind the cut

[melon-draws-stuff]

ruby art for his bday (I'm late 💀)

plus comic

GUYS PLEASE THIS TOOK SUCH A LONG TIME TO DO 😭😭

[oneawkwardcookie]

In the 911 universe, brownies symbolise a detachment from reality and the reappearance of the ghosts of your past

[fizzytoo]

amaya's first night bartending at maria and jess's bar went as well as he could have hoped. they showed off their skills, performed a few bar tricks, and even caught the eye of a local named cassie.

neither of them were feeling each other's personalities, but you don't need personality to kiss each other senseless in a dingy bar bathroom.

cassie by @deehya :3c

[flash22]

some shit just wasn’t meant to be

[haljordns]

I wish that the ‘traditionally’ feminine agere aesthetic wasn’t so ridiculously white washed because I feel like a lot of people treat it as the antithesis of inclusivity in the community and it’s so frustrating.

I don’t think people are taking into account that regression is — for a lot of people — an act of self-healing. A lot of young women and girls are not allowed to be feminine. Black women are often told they’re not feminine enough, fat women, and disabled women are all often told the same thing. There are so many women and girls who are told they don’t reach certain standards of femininity.

Hyperfem regression is not just for white littles or skinny littles or any one group and I wish it would stop being set up as the ‘default’ regression that everyone trying to get away from. There is a very diverse crowd that benefits from it and finds it deeply cathartic.

[kalofi]

namviv

[tagapagsalaysay]

cant draw fanart rn. Too embarrassed to admit that I suck at greebling

song is SCARED 2 DEATH - black dresses

[michellemisfit]

@gallacrafts Theme 35: Let’s Ride

Ian should really have clocked the teasing smirk on his husband’s face as Mickey pulled up outside Ian’s work, but it’s been a long day and Ian is fucking exhausted, so excuse him if he isn’t at his sharpest. He falls into the passenger seat with a brief ‘hi’ and a heavy sigh, immediately closing his eyes.

All he wants is to sleep through to Monday, but eventually Ian catches on to the excitement radiating off the man in the driver’s seat, drags his eyes open and turns his head, drawing breath to ask Mickey what’s going on. Which is when he sees… it.

“The fuck, Mickey?”

Mickey immediately bursts out laughing. “It’s you, see?”

No. Ian does not see.

“I found it at the gas station, by the check out! The packet said it’s a ginger! … Get it?” Mickey gleefully explains, and Ian? Well. Ian does not have the energy to deal with this right now, so he shakes his head, closes his eyes again, and tries to ignore his husband’s continuous chortle.

He’ll get him back. After he’s had some sleep!

It takes Ian a lot longer than expected and several fruitless online searches - who knew cutsie car air fresheners were that fucking popular?? - but after clicking through seemingly hundreds of different ones - almost giving up and just buying the middle finger one cause… well… Mickey - he finally finds and orders the perfect one!

A grumpy black cat, with scruffy hair, blue eyes, and ridiculously angry eyebrows.

And the crowning glory? The cat is much shorter than the ginger!

“Oh, fuck off!” Mickey grumbles, while Ian beams, attaching the second air freshener to the rear view mirror of their car.

Mickey may bitch about how he’s not “a stupid fucking cat”, and later on that it “doesn’t even make sense. You actually are ginger!”, and even later still “And my eyebrows do not look like that!!”

And yet, Mickey doesn’t take them down.

In fact, Ian often catches Mickey glancing at them - swaying and bouncing against each other as the car rumbles down the road - and sometimes Mickey even cracks a little smile.

But only when he thinks Ian isn’t looking, of course.

The End.

Medium: Felt

(Some in progress pictures behind the cut)

[shady-scripter]

To Feed the Bird

Fic inspired by @isasan347 art!

And somewhat my Captivity whumptober from last year-

This wasn’t supposed to happen, right? Like, the real heroes were supposed to be going through these portals! Like Mr. Hero! He was supposed to be seeing this giant purple-gold rift and walk through.

But Ravio was with the big guy’s wife, the buff one’s probable boyfriend, the scarred one’s nephew, the short one’s grandpa, the pirate’s uncle, Impa, and the chosen’s best friend.

It wasn’t like he’d never gone through an era-bending portal before. But, there was no way everyone here had battle experience.

They found themselves in the woods, fog swaying across the ground. The short one’s grandpa, Smith, recognized it as Minish Woods.

Groose, with the approval of Malon, asked Tulin to scout the area. Now they were all sitting around a fire, waiting for the young Rito to return.

Impa handed out the rations to everyone soon enough. Just a pack of a few crackers. Ravio stared at the pack feeling as if he would cry. Usually Linebeck voiced Ravio’s thoughts, but he was quiet tonight.

Ravio ripped open the pack and ate one out of six crackers. He was lucky that each one was the size of his palm.

Ravio winced as he felt a sharp scratch on his head. He brought his hand up and, sure enough, his faithful companion took a spot perched on his outstretched finger. Sheerow had been hanging around Groose for some time, but Ravio thought it better not to question it.

Sheerow chiros were squeaky and short, but Ravio felt a comfort in them. Sheerow’s chiros never changed no matter what they’d been through together.

He wondered if this is how Link felt. Going to all of these random different countries, for the only constant to be that dumb hat he held onto.

Goddesses he missed Link.

The fire went out and a puff of air blasted in Ravio’s face.

“Up, up! They’re coming!” Ravio felt his ears perk upward. Link was coming!

“Who’s coming?” Everyone was on their feet at the arrival of the Rito child.

“Monsters!” Ravio’s ears flattened. Of course. Ravio turned around and grabbed his hammer, bringing it up to place its weight on his shoulder.

That was when the shuffling became easy to hear. Looking around, almost no one was armed. Impa still had her sword, Tulin had his bow, Shad had given Groose his dagger, and that was it.

“Tulin, stay back and protect the others as best as you can,” Impa ordered, her once light voice turning cold.

The hairs on the back of Ravio’s neck stood as the first bokoblin breached the tree line. He rushed in, his hammer whistling in the wind. He caught a boko’s stomach and it flew into the one next to it.

Ravio knew, with the letters Link used to send him, that they wouldn’t go down that easy, but he swung at the next bunch.

His arms were starting to grow tired. Impa told him to fall back, to help Tulin protect the others. This wasn’t working. Impa and Groose had cuts all over, so did he, but he wasn’t doing anything back here!

Some years ago, he’d be cowering in fear, begging Hilda to save him.

“Ravio,” he jolted at the tap on his back. Her hand grabbed his hammer before he could protest. “Let me ‘ave a try at the mallet, yeah?”

Ravio pressed his lips into a thin line before letting Malon take his weapon. She twirled it in her hands before looking onto the onslaught of monsters with a look Ravio could only describe as whimsy on her face before she dashed forward.

She bashed a monster, it turned into dust before it hit the ground. He heard Impa laugh as Malon began to clear more and more monsters with his mallet.

Ravio told Malon to keep the mallet. She was more useful than he was with it.

Ravio ate another cracker, his stomach begged for it, but his head begged him not to. Impa’s eyes told him that his mind was far smarter than his mouth. Most of him didn’t care anymore.

“You know those are rations, right?” Ravio’s eye twitched at Groose’s words.

“Yes, but I’m hungry.”

“You haven’t done anything to be hungry.” Ravio’s hand stilled mid-bite.

“Groose,” Malon said, her voice quizzical.

“You got tired so fast that Malon had to take your place, and she did better than you!” Ravio threw his cracker at Groose and stood up.

Behind Ravio’s eyes, he saw the blood and bones of monsters and Hylians alike. Unlike what society would say, they all bleed the same. No matter what color, no matter what race. They all bleed red.

Ravio stood in front of Groose, his eyes wide. “Shut up.”

“Boys,” Smith stood from across the fire they remade.

Groose’s eyebrows furrowed. “I dare-“

Ravio yanked Groose’s collar so their faces were only inches apart. “My name might not be Link, but I am his counterpart, or do I need to prove it?”

“That is enough!” Ravio felt a spike of pain in his ear and quickly let go of Groose.

“Ow! Let me- oof!” He was thrown back next to his bag, Malon standing over him. “Eat your food, Ravio.”

“Well-“

“You’re not angry hun, you’re hungry. Eat,” Malon sat beside Ravio. “That goes for him too.” She nodded to Groose who was being scolded by Smith.

Ravio sighed, aggressively chomping on his remaining crackers.

“You know, he has been feeding your bird lately.” Malon hummed.

“With what? I wasn’t-“ Ravio suddenly stopped his chewing, a sinking feeling filling his chest. “Oh…”

“Yeah. I should’ve told him to stop, but he just…” she glanced over at Groose who also begrudgingly gnawed at his crackers. “He looked his age, you know? He says that he’s only twenty-two, but he always looks like he’s twenty-seven or twenty-eight. When he fed your bird, he looked twenty-two.”

Ravio glared at the grass under him.

“Your bird sits next to him even now, see?” Ravio looked over and saw exactly that. Sheerow jumped around Groose’s hand that held the cracker. Groose looked down at Sheerow with such a regretful look, Ravio felt it in his soul.

Ravio’s shoulders unknowingly untensed at the sight. “Sheerow!” He called, his companion flew over. Ravio didn’t miss how Groose’s eyes followed Sheerow.

Ravio broke off a quarter of his cracker. “Ravio,” Malon protested, but the quarter was in Sheerow’s beak before his name fully came out.

Ravio glanced up and saw Groose’s eyes relax as he took his bites out of his own crackers.

“He’s my friend. I should’ve paid more attention to him.” Ravio sighed. “Maybe I should apologize…”