#I LOVE HIM SO MUCHHHHHH

[giddlygoat]

buncha two brains to celebrate finally getting caught up on my studying 🐁🧀💥

[gerardway-is-my-babygirl]

post the renfield doodles‼️

FEAST ANON FEAST

[eridan-ampora]

🥺😭

[rawwithlove]

Mornings look like this

✨🥰✨

[vacantgodling]

#21: Erik Soori

From your birth, you’ve always been known to have a bleeding heart. You can’t help it; love is the strongest force in the universe and you’re particularly sensitive to them. Friends, family, enemies, lovers—you pour your heart out to them, even if they only take your tidings and leave you with nothing in return. Still, you love, and you give, and you fight because you love them. No matter the loss, you persevere for love. Even if that very arm that holds your heart is taken from you, you can’t bring yourself to regret it. Not for a second.

“erik” means mighty ruler. “soori” means red flower

31, cis male (he/him), romance: YES but perhaps has the Worst taste ever (not only because its awful, but because it seems that he can never win. poor boy is just a bleeding heart). sex: definitely. preference: both masculine and feminine.

erik stands at about 5’10” with broad shoulders. he has a large, pointed nose, and his skin is tan like the wheat of a field. his eyes are a light brown, bordering on yellow but with enough darkness to make the distinction and his hair is a deep, almost sea green color. it’s wavy and reaches about his shoulders. he has a short, somewhat scraggly beard that is the same color as his hair and he usually keeps it neat but it always looks a little patchy. his smile is crooked and his eyes are narrow but warm. he has a very strong Diisaian accent (similar to a Scottish accent) since he grew up far away from the city of Mordiga.

a RANGER, wielding the famed diisaiian longbow—its much different than the bows frequently used by guilders on the mainland (such as forte or helix). the longbow is nearly the size of erik’s body, and takes nearly one’s full strength to pull it—it’s so large because it was meant to fly across the wide open plains of the diisaiin landscape to hunt big game monsters and predators. erik got his start in archery from his father and was already learning to pull his own bow by the age of 14. he has powerful arms and back muscles, but also an unwavering stance that can withstand the heavy draw of his bow. unlike rangers from the mainland, erik’s bow style is more about power than precision, and his arrows can and have taken monster’s heads clean off.

erik is a down to earth man, but he’s highly superstitious and often won’t do certain things because of the potential luck associated with it. his loyalty and love for his homeland show even as he speaks, and he’s the definition of a lover, not a fighter. that doesn’t stop him from drawing his bow; in fact he always claims that love is what spurs him on—love for his culture, his family, and his newfound friends and guildmates and his desire to protect them or bring them pride. he’s very self depreciating despite any of his talents yet in the same sentence can be prideful. erik seems to be a man of contradictions to many; he’s open but secretive, humble but boastful, kind but can be surprisingly cold. much of the more dour turns in his personality were definitely extrapolated by his time coming to the mainland and specifically bloomed when he had the unfortunate hand of falling in love with dion, who he is also on a team with. he’s loved dion since about they met perhaps, but with a love so strong that it only sought to see him happy. this hasn’t stopped him from pursuing other interests, such as galen (though that was cut short), even fia (as a tease and a bit of payback to dion, but also because it’s hard not to love fia) before she and dion became a couple. now, he’d say his closest friends are miona and papa because they are also from diisai. when he’s not training or with dion, he can always be found at papa’s bar reminiscing about home. 

3 fun facts about them: he collects bird feathers as he was told as a child that the only way to rid himself of the bad luck he carries is on the wings of a bird. what sort of specific bird, he doesn’t know and he has yet to tell anyone, but he collects any feather he finds all the same in hopes of combating his birthday curse. he tends to always wear one singular feather in his hat as a good luck charm. the death of their teammates did affect erik greatly, but he’s pushed down that feeling as he helped dion through it mostly—he still hasn’t opened up about his pain in that regard, and part of him vows that he never will. he’s very dramatic and is prone to tears and throwing himself across the bar when he’s mildly disconcerted. miona and papa love teasing him for this.

[8uyuk1]

AHHHH!!! LOOK AT MY BABY!!!!!1!1 OMG HE LOOKS SO CUTE! ( ﾉ^ω^)ﾉ

[raphaelesbian]

12 raph! no ask game. just him.

12 RAPH!!!!!!!!!!!

[valenthegay]

I LOVE YOU RAAAHDSUJEAFDJERWJSGEKJFHGKFDBRSKBERUSLJGMNBGHFMSEKH,MKJRTSHSGLFDN

I LOVE YOU TOOOOOO RAAAAHHHHFJFNDJSJSBDHDHBDHDHDBDJSJSBDBDJDJRBFBUDJ

[emmcfrxst]

I love Charles. I want to go hunting with him and he teaches me how to use a bow :3

i’m gonna be honest i would not even be able to pay attention to whatever he’s teaching me i would just be looking at him like

[shy-the-trash-lion]

✨HAPPY BIRTHDAY LEON KUWATA✨

LOVE YOUUUUUUUU 💖💕✨💕✨💖

[sing-against-the-sky]

He moved me

[viijaya]

[xeneric-shrooms]

YALL WANNA MEET MY NEW DARLING?!?!

YES YOU DO

this is Poptart (he/she/it)!

BEFORE HIS TRANFORMATION

This is what Poptarts gonna look like AFTER her transformations !!!

I already got her eyes and tert done! I'm working on the Undertide breed change rn ^___^

[Primary: Poison / Bubblegum]

[Secondary: Rings / Bubblegum]

[Tertiary: Flecks / Magenta]

[osamusbigtits]

sorry to any getou artists who I've reblogged from today, I can't defend myself

[emmyrosee]

tw // jokes about being tied up, jokes about "kidnapping," all for the sake of comedy. no kiyoomis were harmed in the making of this post ❤️

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“I have a plan.”

Kiyoomi chuckles softly as his thumb continues to scroll through his phone, the other gently rubbing back and forth over your shoulder. Your legs are tossed over his lap, arms around him, while his free arm encases you in a loving, safe hug.

Silence fills the room, a lightness to the air that only comes from your sacred time together, time where there’s no Miya barking in his ear, or Bokuto excitedly yelling. Time where your own boss isn’t in your mind, time where your thoughts are only filled with each other and only each other.

“Aren’t you going to ask me about my plan?” You ask.

He shakes his head and juts out his lower lip in thought, “nah. No, I’m good with just lettin’ you think.” When you reach up to grab his lower lip, he tucks it away, “oh my god, fine, what is your plan?”

You smile sweetly up at him and curl deeper into his side. He, taking your bait, puts his phone away and cradles your body, his head resting against yours and holding you as close as his long arms can gather.

You press a kiss to his neck, and the tender skin there bursts out in goosebumps from the unfamiliar sensation, skin that probably should be used to your affections by now, but perhaps that means you should just do it more.

“Okay,” you sigh happily. “Here’s my plan.”

“Go for it.”

“I’m gonna tie you up-“

“Dear god, not where I thought you were going, okay.”

“-and lock you in the attic, so like, no one can see you, except me and your family.”

“I’m glad you’re allowing my family to see me,” he chuckles, shaking his head, “but you can’t kidnap me.”

“It’s not kidnapping,” you defend. “It’s tactile hiding.”

“Okay, it still sounds sketchy and illegal,” he snorts. “You can dice it however you want. What about my team?”

“You’re trying to convince me to not kidnap you and you use your job as a defense?” You scoff. “They see you sweaty and perfect and handsome every single day, what if Meian steals you from me?”

He laughs softly at your words, pulling back to look at you sweetly, "sometimes, I would love to hear what goes through your head when you look at me that conjures such feral thoughts."

"Aw, sweetie," you coo, kissing his jawline. "No you don't."

"You're right, no I don't."

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

❤️