#I mean lovely crease

[lazycranberrydoodles]

oh yeah hua chengs hair is NOT naturally curly btw if he didnt have 5 billion spiritual energy hed be spending an hour with the curling iron every morning

[fiftypiercings]

I shouldn't be the only one who thinks orv and gintama are alike...

[bleaksqueak]

lol due to the pose of this tarot card i'm being forced to draw the front facing panel of the reaper uniform completely by hand for the first time in (probably two years now...hahahaha) oh, assets, you are great and wonderful and save me so much time Until not even Warp and Transform can lift you high enough. Then I must replicate these complicated designs Wholly Anew. like some sort of "art" "doer" (I hate that I have to add this disclaimer but this is the hell world we live in: the assets in question are ones I painted by hand at flat angles with the intent to be used over and over again. like a shoujo transformation sequence. it's not Aye-Eye BS or anything of the sort) with that disclaimer out of the way.... at the very least it means I can save the flats for this specific pose and thus it can then be re-used later when the comic will inevitably call for it. WORK SMART! WORK ART SMRT

[wildsaltair]

what if I loved him every day of my life and for all eternity??? what then?????

[jessamine-rose]

*squeezes aine this time*

Read my Yandere! Dottore fics first (⁎⁍̴̆Ɛ⁍̴̆⁎)

Chemistry ๑ Magnum Opus

So @ainescribe decided to surprise me with more Darling fan art, this time of Dottore’s Assistant!! *sobs* I love it so much ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´ω`ﾟ)ﾟ｡

Once again, feedback will be in the tags. Thank you so much for enjoying my writing, Aine <3

[stevethehairington]

was going to try to write today but instead i have spent the last hour thinking up tattoos for eddie to have

[snow-and-saltea]

god i wish myr had a stronger currency i always feel like donating doesn't do much bc it takes a lot from me but it's not the same amount to the ppl getting the donation. i know that intellectually in the bigger picture every donation counts but like fuck man. please i want a stronger currency!!! takeout is like 30 rm on average when i'm too lazy to cook!! this freakin sucks!!!

[goinginsaneinthemembrane]

Wearing each other's clothes (plus a bit o' drama)

@flufftober !! day 5! THEY ARE SOO!! I'm trying desperately to avoid s2 spoilers because I have to wait till Friday, but I could not resist drawing them on ofmd day!!!

[crybaby-bkg]

I got sooo frustrated today bc I had less time than I had originally planned for to do my makeup and had to rush the entire process but omg???? I looked so pretty and felt so good about myself!!!!!! I wanna feel like this everyday!!!!!!

[maraeffect]

started watching hopecore right before bed and MAN. what a life it is we live on this earth.

[fungi-maestro]

Questionable Images 2/2 - The Question #6 (1987)

[raspberryjellybrains]

the only way to be truly normal is to not be deeply repressed. the rest is golden.

[epicqtefail]

this edible aint shi-

first hank and connor fanart (2020) vs the latest (2024). Like two strips of gum before and after theyve been chewed 😱 (light-hearted, im at peace with it ;'' D)

two things I really enjoy: 

1) how much Hank and Connor’s partnership reminds me of Shrek and Donkey

2) the general agreement amongst fans that after the pacifist ending Connor just moves into Hank’s house and wears Hank’s hand-me-downs lol

[pricesprincess]

the past week has been so busy you haven't had time to do laundry meaning you were stuck wearing a lacy pink thong around the house.

it's been years since you wore one, well before you had kids, and it's beyond uncomfortable, the material like floss between your ass cheeks that you kept pulling out with an irritated sigh.

which in turn caught john's attention.

since the kiddos were in school, you both took the time to clean up the house and organize things since the holidays were coming up.

"why do you keep picking your arse, love?"

john's question made you stop midpick as your face flushed with heat at being caught.

currently you were in the laundry room about to bend over when your fingers were busy under your long shirt you wore for cleaning.

"i don't have anything else but this."

his fingers replaced yours before tracing over and down the globe and then the crease under your cheek while leaning in to kiss your neck.

john's beard tickled you making you melt into him once his rough hands gripped your hips. "you should wear this more often. it's quiet around the house, another baby wouldn't hurt."

comments and relogs with tags are really appreciated <3

[readwritealldayallnight]

Simon’s home.

Which means he’s glued to your side.

You wouldn’t have it any other way.

The two of you are in a local bookstore, the shop having caught your eye while out on a stroll together, each of you going to your respective shelves to find your preferred genres.

Simon grabs the first novel he thinks sounds interesting, quickly snatching the book by its spine so that he can cross the few steps back to your side.

His eyebrows furrow when he notices how closely you’re holding a book up to your face, your own eyes squinting at the back cover.

“Havin’ trouble there, love?” He asks as he approaches.

“Can’t believe I let myself run out of contact lenses.” You reply, trying your best to decipher the blur of black ink on the pages.

“Could’ve worn your glasses.” He retorts, something he’d already suggested more than once since you ran out of your contacts and had to order new ones.

“You know I only like wearing them at home.”

“But you’re so cute in ‘em.”

“Yeah well, you’re the only one who thinks so.” You mumble under your breath, though Simon hears it of course, the crease in his brow deepening.

“Wha’s that supposed to mean?” He gruffs out.

“I just got teased a bit in school was all Si, typical kid stuff. Just stuck with me I guess, but it’s fine, I have my contact lenses.” You explain to him.

Simon considers your words for a moment, the gears evidently turning in his head, muscular arms crossed over his large chest.

“And do we know where these fuckin’ tossers are at now?”

“Oh my god Simon, don’t-”

“Have we got any names to work with?”

“That is not-”

“Any addresses?”

“You are not about to-”

“Pictures?”

“I was like ten years old-”

“S’alright lovie, we’ll dig up your yearbooks when we get home.” He simply says, plucking your book from your hands and heading towards the register to pay.

[gojofile]

☆ gojo satoru x fem!reader ⇢ domestic fluff, established relationship.

“i think we should get married, satoru.”

the sentence is whispered into the bedroom, completely dark if not for the lights of the city bleeding in through the window. you mean it. you really do. there’s no one else you would marry if not for gojo satoru; it is unthinkable, out of the question. 

this unshakeable conviction is swayed when you feel him, with your back to his chest, stiffen. 

“no,” satoru says.

you frown, heart rabbiting inside your chest. you twist in his arms, turning around to face him. his blue eyes, bright as ever, widen. he chews on his bottom lip. 

“no?” you echo.

“no—i mean, yes, but—but no—”

your frown deepens. “satoru. do you not want to marry me?”

satoru’s mouth parts and he inhales shakily. he lifts a hand and presses his thumb lightly to the middle of your forehead, as though he’s smoothing out the creases in your scowl. “you’re angry.”

“obviously,” you retort. “the man i love said he doesn’t want to marry me, wouldn’t anyone—”

“i didn’t say i wouldn’t marry you,” he counters.

“but you didn’t say you would.”

“yeah,” he agrees. “you basically ruined everything.”

you gape at him, at a loss for words. there’s no way he’s being serious. there’s no way this is happening. is this how your relationship ends? because you blurted out that you want to marry him? 

he scrambles off the bed, and you shiver a little at the escape of his warmth. you hear him rummaging through the drawer next to the desk, hear him hiss a curse word under his breath. you squeeze your eyes shut, not willing to face him.

satoru says your name, the syllables sliding off his tongue the way they always have, though he says it differently now. desperately, almost. “please, look at me,” he says.

you open your eyes—you’ve always been weak to him and his entreaties, after all. he kneels in front of you, on the side of the bed, and that’s a sight in itself, gojo satoru kneeling on the cold, hard floor.

but he has a ring in his hand and a soft smile on his lips, and you swear you forget how to breathe. you can barely see the movements of his mouth, hear the words uttered into the darkness of the bedroom, but your heart thumps loudly anyway and something golden spreads through your chest.

“i had a whole speech and everything prepared, but fuck it. marry me?”