#GET LOVED IDIOT

[within-ur-intro-verse]

Remember, as a KDJ fragment, learning to love and accept Kim Dokja means being tricked into loving and accepting yourself.

[thought-balloon]

me blasting the ofmd fandom with positive vibes:

(like yeah, i'm sad af too... but get loved you idiots)

[the-shy-wolf]

Does this to your oc 🫶

[canisalbus]

Completely newfound appreciation for Vasco for not only saving Machete in the narrative, but also giving him a chance from a writing perspective to have a better ending for him based on the endless joy and wholesomeness he’s introduced. That’s some power

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[isawjamfirst]

trying out new brushes

[wraithsoutlaws]

"Quit your squirmin'" "Have to kill me first." "Don't tempt me." "Like to see you try."

[loulooser]

I love you

[nonbinary-odo]

Me to all of my mutuals and followers every night before beddy bye

[hedgehog-university-au]

[mossy-fae]

lol nerd

[missdreamgirl32]

Love in fanfiction whenever Martin’s like “Oh man! I can’t believe I get to kiss THE Jonathan Sims. Anyone else would kill to be in this position. I’m the luckiest guy in the world!” And Jon’s just like “…….I’m very certain you’re the only person who feels that way but thank you, love.”

Bonus points if it’s when Jon is trying not to Know things about Martin and it just slips through on accident so he can’t even say anything and just has to take that.

[pipwasreal]

Day 3: eternity + tender sex

Characters: Charles Rowland, Edwin Payne

Content warnings: kissing, vulnerability, obedience, oral sex (mentioned)

Charles looks beautiful like this. He looks beautiful all of the time, in point of fact, but at this moment he looks particularly stunning.

Edwin could spend all day admiring the smooth expanse of warm brown skin before him, Charles' long limbs flung out across the blanket spread on the floor, the way his forehead crinkles and his eyelashes flutter and his mouth falls open to moan...

And why shouldn't he? It's not as if they have anywhere to be. They have no need to eat or sleep, and no open cases at present. The hours stretch ahead of them, not empty but free. For Edwin, each one that passes without pain, without fear, is a relief. And each one spent with Charles is a pleasure.

Edwin has been kissing his way down Charles' chest for... well, he's not exactly sure how long. But he wants to kiss every inch of him, wants to press his adoration and appreciation into his partner's skin.

Charles tries to reach for him at one point, propping himself up on one elbow while the other hand runs down his cheek to cradle his jaw. Edwin catches the hand in his own, turns his head to kiss Charles' palm, then gently but firmly returns it to the blanket.

"Lie back, please," Edwin says, looking up at Charles with raised, expectant eyebrows. Charles hesitates a moment before obeying.

"It's not that I don't appreciate this," Charles says. "It's bloody lovely. But there's no need to go to all this effort. I already know you love me, don't I? If anything, I should be trying to prove I love you just as much, after making you wait-"

"Stop," Edwin interrupts sharply, before Charles can spiral any further. "We have literally forever, do we not?"

Charles smiles, but his eyes dart away, glimmering wetly.

"Look at me, please," Edwin murmurs, sitting up a little from where he is straddling Charles' thighs. He adores the vulnerability and trust in those gorgeous dark eyes.

"And right now, I want nothing more than to show you how deserving you are of tenderness. Because you, Charles Rowland, are the love of my afterlife."

Charles grins, and drags him up for a proper snog, before letting Edwin return his attention to Charles' flat stomach and extremely kissable navel.

It hasn't escaped Edwin's notice that, while Charles is generally beautifully relaxed under him, a certain part of his anatomy is slowly stiffening instead.

Charles quirks a questioning eyebrow when Edwin presses a kiss to his hip but then pauses before moving any lower.

He does look delicious, and Edwin could kiss his prick, lick at it and suck him off... but there's no rush.

"Turn over, please," Edwin says, a tiny mischievous smile pulling at his lips and crinkling the edges of his eyes. "I wish to begin on your back now."

Charles throws his head back with an impatient groan that turns into a fond chuckle, then does as he's told. Good lad.

[gruesomejack]

Throwing the dirty blanket on the ground, Rabbit plopped himself down in the center of it and dropped his findings on the fabric. Someone had left behind a heavy hunting knife. It felt good in his palm, and it was perfect to gut fish for meals and to slice any mushrooms he found. Spinning it between his fingers, he cursed softly at himself as it knicked one of his knuckles. He quickly set it down and pulled the small cut to his mouth to suck at the blood.

There was also a good handful of wild mulberries and some acorns and pine nuts he collected. The acorns would have to be boiled, but the others would make a pretty decent snack until he could rangle up something for dinner. He'd been putting most of his effort into trying to make the shack in the meadow inhabitable that he'd nearly let himself go hungry. Rabbit stuffed a few of the ripe berries in his cheek and let out a slow, content sigh. As he enjoyed them, he started to clean the dirt off the acorns and separate any of them that looked a little suspicious. Those were tossed back towards the grass-- The deer didn't mind fungus in their acorn, and who was he to deny them that snack?

A rustle in the grass got his attention, his mismatched eyes peeking through long, unbrushed curls. There was a young hare across the clearing, and as the pair made eye contact, he couldn't help but smile a little. He watched the bunny sniff around the area and very carefully tossed one of his berries towards it, humming happily as it moved closer to inspect. Rabbit watched it eat, the red juice staining the fur around its muzzle the same way it stained his fingers. Moving slowly to try and offer another, a crack in the trees sent the bunny running and pushed a nervous shock up his spine.

Rabbit didn't get a chance to scramble up and away when he caught sight of the body moving towards him. A boy-- Maybe around the same age as him? It didn't matter, he didn't want to be found out here. Snatching the knife he'd found, he clutched it in his hands and stared with wide, trapped eyes. His knuckles were white with his grip, his fingers trembling. He tried to speak, but nothing came out. Clamping his mouth shut, he held the knife out in front of him in a silent warning.

@purposefully-lost

[jutajutek]

Haha! Get loved idiot!

[cosmiclion]

The earl and his other demonic parental figure

Finished a sketch I had from December last year, originally it had a speech bubble with B saying "Happy birthday my special boy!" but I removed it because it didn't make sense anymore 😅 But have no doubt that he's still her special boy 💙 I don't draw my OC interacting with characters other than Grell or Ciel interacting with characters other than Sebas nearly enough in this AU, which is a shame seeing as these two are also super close. I haven't mentioned it, but in fact B ends up moving in with Sebas and Ciel not too long after the kid is rescued, and becomes an important part of his life and of the household in general. Ciel's still pretty reserved and hates being touched but that's mostly around adult humans, he normally trusts non humans more and has a soft spot for the other half of the duo that raised him.

[atlantic-grave]

Pov you are Lambert and you just killed someone (he's conflicted)