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[spookygiggles]

I posted this at almost 5am 🤦‍♀️ Buttt I am kinda proud of it, Should i do more like this? 💗🫶

heheheb toodless

[maurathe1andonly]

I forgot to post it yesterday i was so caught up in school work but happy late birthday Ki Hong Lee!!! hope it was fun!!💗🫶

[iiping]

me: i’m gonna draw kaveh doing some cool ass training for his birthday to do him justice as a greatsword character 💪

kaveh: talks about cute doodles in his letter 🥺🤏

[kidovna]

from chapter 8 of ‘and reclamation’ of the isolation series by @nanashi-07!

[constanze-1782]

@danceofthexdragons @andohmyloveiliedtoyou

[sparklingpax]

their very noticeable height difference. btw. if you even care

[wohyunz]

lee know & hyunjin moments for @loversmore 🤍

[saturngalore]

como las orquídeas 🌸

[timothyslucy]

i need the 911 writers to make up any excuse for this man to be holding his niece for size comparison reasons 😊💕

[lillysdreaminnn]

Number Neighbour!

an obx smau where popstar!reader messages her number neighbour who turns out to be the one and only Rafe Cameron!

warnings: swearing, use of yn (a lot of it unfortunately), Rafe being an asshole at first, I think that's all for now lmfao

chapter one | chapter two

an: my first smau!!!!! Idk how I feel about this or how it's gonna turn out but yeah I hope you all enjoy this :))))

[spookygiggles]

He finds it unfair that demo is hard to tk due to his outfit but he always catches him offgaurd here n there 💗

Sniper booty 😭

Here ya go @saturn-in-the-solar-system !! Hope you Like it :3 🫶

[serendippertyy]

can you draw ribbun for us? (jax x gangle) pretty please? :3

drawing every tadc ship part 6, they r getting along !🐰🎭💜

[pearynice]

Another (late) birthday drabble for @penny00dreadful, because I can’t be on time to save my life, apparently 💗 prompt: protection

Eddie had never wanted Wayne’s protection.

And Wayne didn’t blame him. His boy never got it growing up, when his daddy started taking him on business trips the moment Ed’s hands were big enough to hotwire a car. Didn’t get it when his mama passed away or when his daddy finally pushed the bounds of the law too far, and so by the time Eddie got to him any attempts Wayne made at offering his boy anything more than a place to sleep and food in his belly was met with staunch resistance.

No, he didn’t need Wayne to talk to the teacher about his broken nose. He’d sort it out himself.

No, he didn’t need Wayne to drive him to school. He could walk.

No, he didn’t need Wayne to come with him on visiting day. He could take the bus.

So Wayne had to watch. Had to watch as his boy came home with black eyes and finger-print bruises, came home with stolen lunch money and torn clothes, came home and shrugged off Wayne’s concern.

Wayne loved his nephew. Loved his nephew more than he thought it possible to love anyone or anything. Felt the hurts on his boys skin like they were done tenfold to him, hurting all the worse to know Eddie didn’t want him to do a single thing about it.

But it got better as his boy grew up. Fewer and fewer bigger kids to pick on him, fewer and fewer evenings coming home with bruises on his face and more and more with bruises across his knuckles until Eds was the one protecting others, callin’ them his sheepies, which never made a damn lick of sense but seemed to swell some sort of pride in him, until Wayne could breathe. In and out. Easy, knowing, that for the first time since Eddie came home, he could protect himself.

He should’ve known it wouldn’t last.

Wayne doesn’t think he breathes once on his way to the hospital. Can barely feel his hands on the steering wheel. Can’t hardly read his speedometer and doesn’t think he’d change his speed, even if he could.

Also doesn’t think he’s ever been ruder to anyone in his life than the sweet nurse at the front desk, who he doesn’t give a hello or a goodbye to, just blurts Eddie’s name and bolts off in the direction she points.

And he doesn’t care what Eddie says. Wayne’s gonna lock him up in his room, gonna wrap him up in bubble wrap and chain him to the trailer if that’s what keeps him safe. Because if it keeps Eddie from going missing, from spending night in hospitals, from being plastered across newspapers and god knows what else, Wayne would do anything.

Wayne would do anything.

He thanks a God he hasn’t prayed to since his draft that he at least still has a nephew to protect.

But Wayne nearly doesn’t make it into the room. Someone blocks him. A bloodied, dirty arm swings in front of him before he can get close to Eddie’s bed, words shouted that Wayne only barely catches.

“He’s innocent!”

And—

Wayne recognizes this boy. Harrington, he thinks, although he’s certainly never seen him look like this before. Filthy and bloodied, with a nasty wound wrapped around his neck. He moves like he’s in pain, and Wayne can hear the wet rattle of his breaths.

“He’s innocent.” The boy repeats, and he’s standing between Eddie and Wayne, a guard. Protective.

And Wayne breathes.

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[cwpidfangs]

[ohmyminsung]

WONWOO 💚 LALALI

[penguinkura]

Kurapika's mom 💗