#Thanks for these Nina

[adaki]

Do you draw Nina the killer perchance..

Yes and I end up disliking the drawings every time without fail but I thugged it out to give u this

[dollsinvogue]

Birthday Wishes Barbie 1999 » Nina Ricci spring 1987 haute couture

[azarovas]

No Context Deadloch (2023-)

[dragonqueenstormwitch]

how i sleep at night knowing that kaz turned the emerald palace into another gambling hall for the dregs and named it after his friends

[sketchtropolis]

I’m two decades late but hello world!!

[lunarthecorvus]

Was just thinking that we all call the crows the crows, yet the crows don't really call themselves that. They just call themselves the dregs- which I think is so funny

[haxo-wolfie]

still hanging onto you

reference:

[goddidntdothis]

BLOODMILK | A PATHOLOGIC FAN COMIC | 17 PGS. | The Mistresses discuss a thorny matter.

[tetzoro]

MDNI. suggestive. WC : ~700. a little something from the drafts bc i miss him ! dividers by @/cafekitsune ᰔ

walking in on zoro working out, already well within his progression of push-ups. the look of concentration on his face is enough to make you stop in your tracks, eyes trailing along his glistening skin, sweat covering almost every inch. a true show of his dedication to the craft; to refining his body into the strongest version of himself all so he can lay claim to the title he’s been chasing since he could first wield a sword.

you know he knows you’re there; the man was as observant as they come. but he made no effort to acknowledge you. yet. the gears in his mind were turning, spitting out number after number to keep him on track with his goal.

but you’ve always been a stubborn little thing.

after four more efficient push-ups, your face lined up under his — albeit upside down as you lay on the ground before him, not wanting to slide under his moving body and interrupt the steady flow he had created.

“you mind?” zoro manages to grunt out, his voice more gravelly than usual.

“not at all.” a smug expression takes up your face, your lips twitching up as your nose scrunches in the way that tugs at his heart. he lets out an amused scoff. “just here to help.”

“yeah?” zoro tucked one arm behind his back as his pace never faltered. your eyes flicker to the remaining arm holding him up , bicep bulging as he showcases his strength. “how’s that?”

“i’ll grant you a kiss for every 10 you do.” a cheeky grin for a cheeky girl, he notes.

“you’re upside down.” in the back of his mind, he’s still counting, already well within the ten push-ups that will earn him a kiss. quickly, you adjust yourself now that you have an opening, sliding right under him so every time he lowers himself to the ground, his nose brushes against yours, and his heated body kisses your own.

“there.” the closeness threw you off more than it did him, squirming under him as he presses against you each time he lowers his hard body.

“well?” he tilts his head a little to the left, angling it perfectly for you. the pink of his tongue slips out and swipes along his bottom lip in anticipation. he pushes back down and you melt into him, lips colliding as he kisses you back.

it was short-lived, as his arm straightens back out and he was hovering over you — still keeping track of his push-ups. but now that you’ve had a taste…

your hand trails along his pecs and you see his abdomen ripple even more, almost concaving to your touch. he tries not to falter as your finger moves along the ridges of his chest, barely brushing over his nipple. slowly but surely your finger slides further down, close to a place that he could never be entirely disciplined with again — not after he’s been deep inside of you, the two of you unraveling to your molten cores together.

after ten more, he falls back into you and his lips crash onto yours. the heat and adrenaline fire off in his brain, his body reacting on pure instinct. the need to be with you is too great. the thought only exemplifies as you addictingly mewl into his mouth in a way that makes him only crave more.

zoro’s tongue expertly slips past your lips, swirling around with yours and only making the kiss messier. your fingers thread in his hair and use the new position to pull him in deeper, a low groan spilling from the depths of his chest and into your mouth.

fighting for his breath more than he’s ever had to during his workout, he pulls apart from you and rests his forehead against yours — eye sealed shut. he doesn’t need to open them to see the triumphant look on your face, he can sense the victory coursing throughout your body. the same body he so badly wants to indulge in.

“maybe i can help you with some cardio next?” the soft breathy sound of your voice has his eye cracking open, watching the mirth swim in the depths of your own.

“yeah.” his voice is gruff, his gaze lowering to your kiss-bitten lips. to make a point, he presses his hardened length against your core, throbbing with a need only you can satiate. “it’s the least you could do.”

[blessedsweetgirl]

Literally husband and wife

[kimwxlers]

Nina Oyama as Abby Matsuda in DEADLOCH: Season 1

[soft-likethesunset]

AND NO BOY'S GONNA KILL THE DREAMER IN ME

girls written by laufey 𝄞𓍢ִ໋

dreamers. lovers. messy tables, well loved notebooks, a digicam full to the brim of memories. sunrises. choc chip cookies. a seventh wheel. wildflower bouquets and painted vases.

[shhhhimwatchingthis]

hey don't know how many ppl are aware of this but Netflix released their first public viewer engagement report and Shadow and Bone season 2 is number 32 GLOBALLY with a staggering 192,900,000 views. (if all those zeros are getting to you, let me put it this way. thats nearly 193 million views from jan-june 2023)

there are over 18,000 items on Netflix's list putting Shadow and Bone in the top 0.17% of ALL CONTENT

do not let Netflix tell you not enough people were watching.

[fallstaticexit]

The Art of Being Seen - a Nancy Landgraab story

୧‿̩͙ ˖︵ ꕀ⠀ ♱⠀ ꕀ ︵˖ ‿̩͙୨

𝔓𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔒𝔫𝔢 - 𝔜𝔬𝔲𝔱𝔥

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AN / Transcript under the cut

AN: Nancy's story will consist of 3 parts: Part One- Youth | Part Two - Uni | Part Three - Wife Three pivotal moments in Nancy’s life that shaped the Nancy we know today.

As mentioned in the prologue, this story may contain mature and possibly even uncomfy themes and all posts will have their corresponding trigger warners in the post as well as the tags. Trigger Warnings are: Homophobia / Religious Trauma / Death via Car Accident/ Drugs / Alcohol / Infidelity / Sex & Nudity

Also, I have experienced CAS burnout lately, so I aged down most of the townies to teens lol. I figured this version of Cassandra Goth can be the AU version since I’ve already wrote Bella and Morti Goth into my Briar legacy, which this story is apart of that universe.

Transcript:

Cassie: This is Blair Hall, the senior girls’ dorm, and if you ask me, it’s the best one. We have our own private library. Down there is the rec room; we’re not allowed to have the boys over unless it’s with a chaperone.

Cassie: We’re also the closest to the church, which is great for when we have group sessions before service. You won’t have to rush and scarf down breakfast, plus you can sleep in a little!

Nancy: [sarcastically] Gee, how’d I get so lucky?

Cassie: Sister Agnes always says, It’s not luck—it’s a blessing! Vacancies are hard to come by. My old roomie withdrew; she had a really hard time fitting in with the other girls. They can be... kind of intense.

Dina: Oh, look. Another pretty blonde rich girl. Like those aren’t a dime a dozen here.

Nina: [scoffs] Here we go...

Dina: I am not joking. I better not catch her ass around Don. The last hoochie he was tonguing down was also a skinny, flat-chested, blonde bimbo.

Vanessa: You need to put his weenie in a cage instead of fighting every girl that breathes the same air as him.

Dina: Well, he wouldn’t be tempted if these floozies would stay away from my man!

Vanessa: I guess dyeing your hair blonde isn’t working for you, huh?

Dina: Oh, shut it, VV. You’re just jealous he isn’t into redheads.

Nina: Hmm, I thought he was into redheads though.

Dina: Ugh, as if!

Cassie: You can pretty much decorate your space however you want. Just nothing that’s on the prohibited list. There’s a room check every night before curfew, and-

Nancy: What do you know about that redhead on the balcony?

Cassie: Dina?

Nancy: No, she said her name was Vanessa. I ran into her this morning but she didn’t mention her last name.

Cassie: Oh, yeah! VV. Vanessa Villareal. She’s- eh, one of the mean girls. I try to stay out their way. Probably best you do the same.

Nancy: [softly to herself] Villareal. So, she’s old money, too.

Cassie: Her family built the school. Guess that’s why she feels like she can do whatever she wants- eh, don’t tell anyone I said that!

Cassie: But, erm, you’re welcome to hang out with me and my friends during rec and lunch and stuff. I know how tough it can, being the new girl and all.

Nancy: Yeah? ...thanks- Cassie, was it?

Cassie: You’ll totally like my friends. They’re the coolest people on Earth.

Cassie: Definitely better than some people. You can tell who goes here because of their faith and who was forced here because of their lack of it.

Cassie: Hey guys! This is Nancy, she’s my new roomie.

Bob: No way, they filled Angela’s spot already? Money talks. I’m Bob, or Bobby, and this cool, tall drink of water is Geoffrey. Welcome to Paradise.

Bob: [whispers] Geoffrey! Say something to the pretty girl!

Geoffrey: [voice cracks] W-we’ve um, met already.

Geoffrey: Our dad’s are friends. I just haven’t seen her since we were 10 years old. She looks so... different.

Bob: Oh, I seeee. First love? Your ears are beet red, my man.

Bob: Take a seat, newbie! Are you into D&D, perchance?

Nancy: I have no idea what that is.

Bob: Oh, ho ho! You’re in for a treat, m’lady. I’ll catch you up from the beginning of our campaign.

Vanessa: You look so bored. Want to get out of here, new girl?

Vanessa: Don’t worry, I’ll return you back to your nerds in one piece.

Cassie: [grumbles] Um, hello, we’re sitting right here?

Nancy: Go where, exactly? This place is in the middle of nowhere.

Vanessa: Guess you’ll have to come and find out.

Nancy VO: [I learned then, that I would follow her anywhere]

Dina: There she goes, taking in another stray.

Nancy VO: [All she had to do was take my hand]

[nina-scribbles]

~'☁‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡ Happy (late) birthday Oboro! ִֶָ☾. ⋆｡°•☁️.`~

[artbymyth]

No mourners. No funerals.