#Ahahahaha

[himemeiya]

My other girlfriend is my

Joyride [x]

[yourangle-yuordevil]

Some body(angels) studies...

[thereweredragonshere]

Practicing the queen🫶 lowkey love the red death. Continue traumatising our favourite characters one exploding corpse at a time 🫶🫶🫶🫶

[magiertama]

"So, do you actually like hanging around me? How about we play some games?"

[bloodlooser]

one god obsessing over a certain mortal. nothing new actually ☺️

[lemongogo]

[aipurjopa]

its almost like—

(don’t end up like me)

[justvea18]

Patroclus anatomy practice

[generalflowerpolice]

SO, I DID SOMETHING VERY INTERESTING FOR ME. I HOPE YOU APPRECIATE THIS.

I dressed beautiful women in outfits that were a little unconventional for them. I know Alma is in eternal mourning, but let's give her some time to go back in time, when she could wear colorful clothes.

Balenciaga has actually changed the least. Yes... Well, this color palette just suits her, I can't help it.

[lemon-wedges]

Its an Anime thing, you wouldnt understand. 

[post-it-notes7]

I need a happy ending I can't do this and neither can he

the story was long over. Welcome, dear anon, to the aftermath

[satzy]

=D

I love it, every time I watch it! Lol!!

[rhysazriel]

you guys can now talk to plug!az on character ai heheh

[magiertama]

"You want me to praise you for that? Very well… Good job."

[bloodlooser]

Umi:

-ODY! One is dying who will you save Penelope or Posei—

Odysseus:

-Penelope!

Umi:

-Huh but ı haven’t even…

Ada:

-seriously who would did you expect he would say? Poseidon, just friend with benefits or enemy with benefits or whatever with benefits.,

Umi:

-….ı see…Penelope or Poseidon’s dic—

Odysseus: and I'm gonna make Poseidon help me save her.

Odysseus: since gods like, you know...

Odysseus: they can't die so STOP BEING A DRAMATIC SEA BITCH AND HELP ME SAVE MY WIFE

[theaviatorthatcouldnotfly]

sunday snippet!! 🎿⛷️

another bit from the same skiing au here…….

The skier lifts their goggles up, looking concerned. Ayub (he/him), the nametag on his jacket reads. “You okay, man?”

“Yeah,” Wilhelm tries to say, but it comes out as more of a pained groan than anything. “Fuck.”

Ayub doesn’t seem appeased by his answer. He crouches down next to Wilhelm, lifting his goggles up for him and gently turning his face this way and that. “Are you in pain anywhere? Your head?”

“I don’t think so?” His parents have always been insistent on making him wear the most excessively protective helmets known to man whenever they go skiing, so there’s probably nothing happening up there. “My right shoulder feels like shit.”

Before Ayub can respond, someone calls out. “Ayub, is everything okay?” Wilhelm recognizes it as the voice of the first skier who had been yelling out instructions and clearing the path for him earlier. 

Then, the person– Simon (he/him) the nametag says– crouches down on Wilhelm’s other side, lifting his own goggles up to peer at him, and oh. 

Simon is gorgeous. He’s got the most big, dark eyes, and perfect curls peering out of his ski helmet, falling onto his forehead. Despite the harsh sunlight today, his skin seems to glow like liquid gold. On second thought, perhaps Wilhelm does have some sort of head injury, because there’s absolutely no way that he can be real. 

“– the infirmary?” Ayub is saying, and it’s only then that Wilhelm realizes he was asking him a question. 

“Sorry, what?” He sheepishly asks.