#a baby angel

[lalavenderangel]

i fear i will never get over this man, and i don’t want to 😮‍💨

[eliotheeangelis]

ronnie peterson | 1970s

[captainsaltypear]

IS ANYONE ELSE GONNA TALK ABOUT THIS OR

[itsliyahhbih]

Fat nuggets’ thread 🩷🖤

[ginervacade]

He’s so beyond adorable

sunshine✨

[wulfhalls]

u heard about doomed by the narrative now get ready for doomed by my mum and her coven of space eugenics cult sisters thru their 10k year long breeding program

[strawberriesandmist]

Everyone from home says that you’re so cool, c’mon everybody to the boarding school

[illiardbilliard]

Going All the Way

[kefi-catfish]

AU where Husk is an overlord and Dust hasn't had time to sell his soul to Valentino

[xxxadorable]

[lonelyangel666]

There’s thing I want to say to you, but I’ll just let you live ⋆. 𐙚 ˚

[freehusk]

look at Husk holding out his hand for Angel instead of forcing him

and later Angel offers his hand to him too

Husk has boundaries <3

(Angel's smiling cause Husk is proving himself to be a good man in front of his bestie)

[ash-and-starlight]

humble contribution

[emmyrosee]

Fluffy fluffy prompt to hubby sukuna or whom ever you choose “awnn my poor baby come here” then he slowly walks towards you rubbing his eyes all soft and tired 🥺

There’s a low grumble behind you that snaps you out of your slicing of fruit, but you merely brush it off before moving onto the next strawberry.

Then, the grumble ripples through the air again, and you keep slicing, trying your best to ignore the noise.

It happens a third time. You giggle, “what, baby?” You put the knife down and turn to face Sukuna, arms crossing over your chest as you look him up and down.

He looks childish, with the comforter wrapped around his shoulders and hair ruffled around messily. His eyes are puffy from sleep and his cheeks hold a little flush, but his lips are still pouted in a scowl. “You left me alone in bed,” he grumbles. “I told you not to do that. Bed gets too cold.”

“Is that the only reason you don’t like me leaving the bed?” You ask, knowing the real answer. But you also know he’ll never say it. He’s stubborn like that.

He offers you a roll of his eyes, “yes, and I hate the cold. You’re aware of this.”

“My poor baby,” you tease, opening your arms for him to shamble into. “C’mere. Let me warm you back up from the mean, evil, cold covers.”

“You’d better,” he murmurs, stalking towards you and into your arms. He opens his own to reveal the corners of the blanket balled into his big fists, and when he embraces you, you’re shrouded in darkness but melting into the warmth that his chest brews. Your laugh softly, and burrow into his chest, which rumbles with a hum in confusion. "Somethin' funny under there?"

"Just dark," you say, wrapping your arms around his waist and gently squeezing him out of cute aggression. "I also can't really breathe, so-"

"Good," he says, resting his head on top of yours, tightening his arms to keep you in place. "Won't have to deal with your ass leaving the bed, messing up my sleep." You laugh some more, only to send a few pokes to his waist, making him jerk away from you and loosen his hold.

"Who's gonna cuddle you at night then?"

"I'm a man, I don't need cuddles."

When you do, however, try to get out of his arms, he grumbles and pulls you tighter again, with an annoyed grunt. "No."

"That's what I thought, Sukuna."

[coneyislanddoll]

@lostfwn on pinterest 🤍

[wulfhalls]

corrupted godhood. reluctant false messiah. prophecy as a creeping all consuming malady. does the oracle see the future or make the future? the horror of trapping yourself inescapably on purpose. the chains of destiny dragging you towards the path you are fighting tooth and nail to free yourself from. there never having been a chance to begin with. no other choice to make. but making that choice regardless.