#Tinsi

[tinsikud]

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Diary ៹ 𖦹

No ᥕhꫀrꫀ is a safꫀ spacꫀ for mi... jocꫀlyn... ᥕhy..? Em so hurt... Em sorry.. To ᥕꫀvꫀryonꫀ mi hurt.. ꫀvꫀryonꫀ unfolloᥕꫀd mi.. ꫀvꫀryonꫀ hatꫀ mi. Em trying to stay aᥕay but ꫀm REALLY ᥕanna talk to thꫀm.. (;_;) ꫀm bꫀin thrꫀatꫀnꫀd doxx if ꫀm don't. Plꫀasꫀ havꫀ spacꫀ for forgivꫀnꫀss in your hꫀart. Plꫀasꫀ lꫀt mi gꫀt bꫀttꫀr & shoᥕ mi trying! Em gꫀt hꫀlp for jj! Thꫀn ᥕꫀ bꫀ friꫀnds again (0v0)! ꫀm taking a brꫀak onlinꫀ and gꫀtting thꫀrapy. Em knoᥕ thꫀy ᥕill sꫀꫀ this. Thꫀy ᥕatch mi. Talk about mi. Maybꫀ jocꫀlyn too. Em sorry :( yumi and ꫀvꫀryonꫀ. Plꫀasꫀ lꫀavꫀ mi alonꫀ noᥕ so ꫀm can hꫀal! ᥕhꫀn ꫀm comꫀ back ᥕꫀ can movꫀ on! From this! Maybꫀ bꫀ friꫀnds again..! ꫀm ᥕritꫀ hꫀrꫀ to shoᥕ mi hꫀaling and kꫀꫀp notꫀ on misꫀlf. Today ꫀm dꫀlꫀtꫀ socials and maybꫀ dꫀlꫀtꫀ mi discord account to start frꫀsh! \(^.^)/ ᥕhꫀn ꫀm comꫀ back ꫀm ᥕant to bꫀ callꫀd somꫀthing nꫀᥕ to start frꫀsh ᥕith ꫀvꫀrything! ꫀm thinking maybꫀ junꫀ, zilla, nini or mimi. ꫀm nꫀꫀd morꫀ thought on it. ꫀm kꫀꫀpin mi oc kudbahh. Shꫀ spꫀcial to mi. ꫀm might changꫀ mi thꫀmꫀ again too, somꫀthing diffꫀrꫀnt than mi last two. Kawaii is comfort to mi but ꫀm ᥕant to fꫀꫀl nꫀᥕ on mi nꫀxt posts :(. Maybꫀ ꫀm can join yumi sꫀrvꫀr again and makꫀ friꫀnds thꫀrꫀ :) but that maybꫀꫀ. ꫀm gꫀt vpn too bꫀcausꫀ ꫀm scarꫀd of gꫀtting doxxꫀd. Jocꫀlyn friꫀnd thrꫀatꫀn to doxx if ꫀm. \(;_;)/

[comically-blu]

A “warm” welcome back

Wowie, a concept comic ft Shermie coming back home from war! Totally a wholesome reunion between father and son!

Totally the father isn’t gonna get beat up by one of his sons for being a prick off-screen! 😀

+bonus meme with the bros all together

[b-r-i-n-g-x]

Just a little Sophie teaser for everyone dhdh

Really proud how this turned out, hope you enjoy it!!

[justvoidsdumbstuff1]

🥰

[thatgirlwithasquid]

decided to colour this piece and i think it came out really cute :)

[jackobbit]

Finally getting caught up on those artfight posts! First we’ve got these two goobers from a few days ago :]

These two belong to @potatotato-26 (apologies for the ping!)

[ID: A digitally drawn, backgroundless image of Poppy and Fallen from the Near Miss AU. Fallen’s arms are wrapped around Poppy, holding him as Poppy looks back at Fallen. Poppy is a circular headed animatronic colored in reds and dark blues, he wears striped pants and a striped sleeved shirt, along with a twin tailed jester hat. Fallen wears puffy pants, multiple red ribbons, and a nightcap. He has multiple sun-like rays. /End ID]

[pipileo]

okay i think i like the colors now

[carlyraejepsans]

Halfway to the sofa, they stopped, making a small sound like a grumble of annoyance. For a second, the red glow in their eye grew faint. "Sleep," they rasped out in a low, halting whisper, "I saved you an ache in the neck." It took him a second to register that the kid wasn't talking to him. Mostly 'cause Frisk didn't speak. To him. Or ever.

Sans wakes up late into the night and sees something he shouldn't have.

[noblechaton]

OK I SUPPORT WOMEN'S WRONGS BUT THATS A LOTTA WRONGS

[melit0n]

I love Jaws with all my heart, so, here I come with a little analysis again!

First off, the title. Bite my neck, drink my blood and make us one type vibes. Sleep Token in general has a massive thing with biting, teeth, consumption and chewing (there's a massive post on Reddit with all the times it's been mentioned, which, if I remember correctly, is around twenty), across their discography, and Jaws is the immediate beginning of this trend.

Jaws are a sign of power, destruction, love, sadness and joy. We bear our teeth when we're happy, when we're angry and when we eat. It is the ultimate metaphor for so many emotions. You don't know someone until you've seen them destroy something, to shout and scream and chew and bite, hence the line "show me those pretty white jaws; show me where the delicate stops". He's asking to see the real them, whoever they are.

All the lyrics have this underlying religious tone, as most Sleep Token songs do, but here it's more directly addressed. "Stained glass" is almost always associated with Churches and Cathedrals, and presents 'them' as something Holy; something that can and will be worshipped. However, the line "Whites of your eyes burn" completely removes all the ideas of safety that surrounds a religious figure. Of course, when it comes to divinity and sin, fire is a massive symbol we have to talk about. To burn is to suffer, but to be cleansed. It's this double entendre that presents this figure of safety as one who is also a threat. A predator.

Then, of course, we have "And I'm not here to be the saviour you long for". Unfortunately, Vessel seems to be in this constant battle of 'I can fix them; we can fix eachother. We're gonna be fine!' and 'I fucking hate you; leave me be or I'll have at you', which is what's seen in this one. Neither of them are the saviour the other one yearns for, yet Vessel still tries. He asks, and then repeats over and over, creating the tone of begging and pleading, for them to show him what they've lost and, in turn, show him love.

He's asking them for the two things they can never genuinely give, but he never stops trying because God forbid the things he'd do if he was alone again.

[apparently-artless]

itadori yuuji: [laughs to himself]

sakura haruka: what are you laughing at?? you have a problem with me??

itadori yuuji: [smiles brightly at sakura] nah. you just remind me of my best friend.

sakura haruka: [blushes heavily]

[tinsikud]

🍀𖦹 Kud જ

ꔛ Diary ⌗🦇 ꩜

Em hatꫀ mi coᥕorkꫀr. Thꫀy arꫀ rꫀally mꫀan & ꫀm dunno ᥕhy.. mi mangꫀr is mꫀan too. Em bꫀꫀn thinking of quiting anyᥕays. Jj ᥕon't talk to mi.. ᥕhy doꫀs all mi friꫀnds hatꫀ mi??? Is paᥕs going to hatꫀ mi too?? :( ꫀm ᥕish ꫀm ᥕas a bꫀttꫀr friꫀnd.. Jj hatꫀs mi and its all mi fault!!!! :(

[im-so-done-with-myself]

These spot the differences are getting harder and harder

[justvoidsdumbstuff1]

i need the heart of a vampire for my potion. i’m coming to your house.

I'm quite literally heartless

[greyrain23]

A gift for @unriding !!

"Even though he's busy."

Word count: 530

Evie woke up to a loud clatter in the kitchen, along with the smell of.. burning? Shooting up in bed, she threw the covers off, trying to blink the sleep from her eyes as she stumbled out of the bedroom and towards the kitchen.

“What's burning..!?” Expecting to be talking to herself, with Moze usually gone before she wakes up, she halted when spotting him dropping a tray of blackened cookies onto the top of the stove with a frown, and suddenly turning to face his beautiful partner.

“..you weren't supposed to wake up yet..” Evie blinked, eyes flickering from the cookies to Moze.. was he pouting??

“What're you doing..?” she walked closer, finally out of that half-asleep, half-panicked awake stake. “Well.. I was..” he turned away, and she could see the very faint hint of pink on his cheeks.

“I was trying to surprise you.” He turned back, pressing his lips together. “Did you see the gift..?” Seeing the confusion and curiosity in her smile, Moze gestured vaguely towards the bedroom. “On your nightstand.”

“I didn't. I rushed when I smelled something burning.” her smile grew wider, and she glanced back at the bedroom door with curiosity, yet she only moved when Moze gently nudged her shoulder and walked with her into the room where a little purple box with a pink ribbon did indeed sit on the nightstand on her side of the bed.

Evie felt another gentle nudge on the center of her back, prompting her to sit down as Moze grabbed the pretty little present and held it out for her to take. “Merry Christmas.” His voice was a soft murmur as he pressed a kiss to her forehead while she untied the bow.

Pulling the lid of the box off, her face lit up in delighted surprise at the makeup that sat inside, thoughtfully set on some pretty tissue paper. “I saw you looking at them while we were out.”

Evie blinked up at him, a small laugh escaping her lips “that was like a month ago when I saw these.” Moze simply shrugged.

“Oh, let me give you my gift, then!” She hopped up, tugging on his hand to lead him out to the Christmas tree. Grabbing the gift underneath, she sat down with him on the couch, squishing up against his side and kissing his cheek. “Merry Christmas~”

His expression stayed the same, but his eyes softened as he looked at his lover and turned to look at the gift in his hands. Unwrapping the pretty Christmasy paper, he pulled out the leather gloves, almost like his current ones, but as he looked closer, he felt his chest warm at the pink thread sewn into the inside wrist ‘Love Evie’.

“..how much did these cost?” Obviously they were custom made to match his other ones. Evie shook her head “that's for me to know.” She grinned and he held back a sigh, wrapping his arm around her waist. “Thank you.”

Outside was cold with snow falling quietly, but it was cozy warm inside, especially knowing that Moze could spend the whole day with his beloved.

“Wanna try making those cookies again?”

[rustytrident]

persephone au! angst 🧍‍♂️

when you're away, lucifer can never get his coffee right.

it is always too sweet, too warm, too watery or muddy. he has tried, time and time again, to get it right – and the only right way is how you make it for him – but he has failed every single time. he could try, he thinks, as much as he wants, but it'll never hold that bitter taste he has grown to adore, if you're not there.

lucifer sighs, turning his head from side to side and feeling the bubbles in his joints pop. it's morning, and he has made two coffees again, both too sweet, one made the way you like it. it's been only 83 days since you went back to the human world. tomorrow, he'll get it right. one coffee, balanced, not too sweet and not too warm, perfect, the way he likes it. he is lucifer morningstar, the pride of every realm he's stepped foot into. surely, he can break a habit for his own convenience – to spare his own heartbreak.

lucifer sighs, staring at the two cups on the kitchen counter. he feels the ghost of your touch on his back, the faint echo of your "good morning". it's been 84 days since you went back to the human world.

lucifer sighs, chugging one too watery cup of coffee, and takes the other to his office. tomorrow, he humours himself, he'll get it right.