#a lil something

[lazygyodza]

Soft snuggles r crucial for ur mental health

And Good Catch Lady and her affectionate monster Husbando r very serious about their mental health! Hehehehe :3

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Lil snap of wip - bigger ver on my ✨pillowfort✨ and 💦bluesky💦

[koalazephor]

Mmmmm feral child

[honeygrahambitch]

Let's think about this possible scenario. Will pushes them both off the cliff. So when they hit the water, he doesn't intend to fight. He doesn't intend to survive. The last years of his life could be defined only by the word dilemma.

He couldn't live with him and at the same time he couldn't live without him. So the answer was clear for them both. He was going to play God and put an end to the dilemma. He was no longer looking for answers but rather running away from questions. He was not going to try and fix the broken teacup, no, he wouldn't rather take the little piece into the depths of the ocean so no one would ever try to fix it, as a reminder of what could have been.

Not even God had been able to put those pieces together.

He had felt the most powerful when he had defied God in the greatest ways by commiting the greatest sins in only a matter of 5 minutes. First, by killing Francis and second by giving up life like that.

But God didn't matter anymore. God was not his God. He couldn't care less about his judgement and punishments and sins and blessings. Hannibal was his God. Through the last years he had faithfully accepted Hannibal's punishments and sacrifices and all his blessings and believes. And it felt more intimate since he didn't have to share his God with other sinners who wouldn't be capable to understand the genuine trust you should have in your God.

Most sinners pray to God out of fear. Will prayed to his out of something that couldn't be put into words but for the sake of the narrative we shall call it love.

The cold water of the Atlantic rushed through his throat and lungs like cyanide and he didn't try to fight it. He allowed it to take control over his whole body. He felt a continuous pressure over his chest and for a split second panic entered his veins like fire as his whole body stiffened at the same time as the sensation of choking was slowly dominating him.

The rhythmic pressures on his chest continued and when he expected it less, he felt like he could breath. He knew he was probably going to be crushed by the force of the atlantic and by the enormous quantity of water that was pulling him to the bottom. But what was this feeling?

Was it death? Was it only a hallucination? His lungs and muscles ached and felt heavy and soon Will wondered if he had already reached the bottom since he could feel the sand between his fingers.

The pressure on his chest increased and he heard himself cough violently. How can one cough on the bottom of the ocean?

His eyes opened at once as if he had been awakened from a nightmare. He was violently coughing as a pair of strong arms helped him sit and then hit his back with enough force to make him throw up what felt like a few liters of water.

When his coughs quieted down, fatigue took over. His vision started to blur and he felt the same pair of arms catch him before hitting the sand. He was aware enough when he saw Hannibal's face.

He tried to murmur something but Hannibal didn't let him.

"I cannot allow you to die, Will." He had explained as if he had read his mind. As if he had felt that Will wanted to scold him. He knew it was futile. He had died back there, crushed by the waves but Hannibal, his God, had brought him back to life. He had collected every piece of the teacup which Will had tried to lose into the ocean and had fixed it.

"I am here and I am not leaving without you, Will. Not this time." He had said as he had brushed off Will's wet curls off his forehead.

All he could do was to nod and breath heavily. He was alive. He was more alive than ever right there on the beach in Hannibal's arms.

It did not feel like a dilemma anymore. Not at all. The question marks were replaced by clarity. The same clarity he saw when he looked in Hannibal's amber eyes.

He had the beauty of a dark angel banished from heaven because he had dared to fall for a human. And not only to fall for him but to bring him back to life as well. Hannibal had defied God just as much as he did by fixing the teacup. By playing with faith and circumstances.

"Hannibal, I..."

"Try to rest now, my dear Will." He had said softly but Will kept talking.

"I see my destiny in your eyes. All of it."

[tomodachi-to-koibito]

dear sweet lord baby jesus help me-

disney thank you for firing this moron. please fix this in s2. holy cow I'm-

[every-dayiwakeup]

The three are drinking by the pool when Argyle says in the most Argyle way possible, "You're pretty, my dudes."

He makes sure to turn from Billy to Steve so they know he means it.

Steve shakes his head, chuckling a bit. "Man, you're -hic- hammered."

Billy's reaction is vastly different, but just as cute as Steve's. The blond makes an odd, awkward sound, a cross between a gasp and a burp, hiding his face in his hands. His ears are flaming, his strong, burdened shoulders shaking a little.

"Not drunk enough to say things I don't mean," Argyle says calmly, setting down his beer so he can hold both boys' hands.

"Wethinkyou'reprettytoo," Billy blurts out, his confession coming out runny.

"You're a very honest drunk," Argyle teases. "Can I kiss you? Would you two like that?"

"You know I do," Steve replies as nonchalantly as he can.

Billy nods, trying not to seem eager.

Cute.

Argyle kisses Steve first, and Madre de dios it's like Steve's eating his face out.

"Save some for the rest of us, Harrington," Billy grumbles.

Argyle rumbles with laughter. "Hes got a point, brochacho."

Kissing Billy is different. Not a bad different. Not at all.

He whimpers into the kiss, his lips damp and salty like the sea.

Unlike Steve, Billy isn't greedy. He's needy, and Argyle is all too happy to kiss him softly. His ears fit perfectly between Argyle's fingers.

By the look of surprise on Billy's face, he was expecting roughness. A quick, sloppy kiss.

Argyles going to make sure Billy savors this, so he can remember it.

Steve's making out with the back of Argyles right hand, and Billy whines again.

Does he want Argyle all to himself, too?

"Amigos, there's plenty of me to go around-"

"Want... both of you..." Billy whimpers.

Steve seems to understand, because his face softens and he starts to kiss Billy's neck, all the way down to his neckline.

Argyle doesn't pull away, even with Steve's hands in his hair.

Maybe this... the three of them... can work.

[grimbcks]

𝕰𝖛𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖕𝖊𝖗 𝕱𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖘 𝕸𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖞 . . .

𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜. 𝙾𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚎.

•❅✧❅✦❅✧───❅•••❅───✧❅✦❅✧───❅••••❅───✧❅✦❅✧❅•

𝙸𝚏 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚊𝚢:

{non-magical girl transformation}

"I see now why no one hires mortals. . ."

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"Fortunately I'm used to waiting, so I'll be here to scold you when you wake."

[fodlansbestmom]

“Byleth.. is so beautiful..”

Was she daydreaming? Perhaps.

[tomodachi-to-koibito]

wtf is the algorithm what in gods name

I type goat ON ONE REPLY and I get this on my radar??? RIGHT AWAY???

katsuhiro harada

[tomodachi-stargaze]

so wait I'm so far behind on everything ever but Netflix cancel the shadow and bone series??? It's literally one of the most popular ya books around AND I am so consistently bombarded with gif sets on here that I- a non viewer- just assumed it was still going on???

between this, Anne with an E, Lockwood and Co, I mean anything that isn't grim dark scifi or stupid comedy seems to get cancelled 🤔

[fzrticv]

Fizz always took a while to get ready. Was makeup necessary if you wore a mask? For sure not, but he did so anyway.

It made a bit nostalgic, he hoped he would get to perform again eventually too. But for now, he would just try to enjoy to ball.

Not that he would wander off away from Ozzie much anyway, not that this is new. The jester had been sticking to sin like glue years ago.

" Well, how do I look?" Fizz asked his white queef while looking at himself in the mirror "The purple and orange goes nicely for the ring of gluttony ain't it?" Precious made a happy squeak which made the jester chuckle.

" You and the girls better be nice while daddy is gone yeah?" they pat her.

He just had to wait for Asmodeus to get finish and then they would be good to go.

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF nightmare foxy is a huge fan of Roxanne Wolf,,

[lazygyodza]

Lil warm up 💕����

Good Catch Lady and her affectionate monster husbando celebrating the heat season

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Sketch is a lil bit wonky because I'm figuring out how to draw in the Autodesk sketchbook on my tablet and it's unusual - the feel of the pen and screen, so yeah

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As always full version on my ✨pillowfort✨ and 💦bluesky💦

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[lenaellsi]

mwah

[honeygrahambitch]

"I don't need you to tell me that I will become my true self." Will says and pauses."I need you to tell me that you will love me no matter what I become."

[tomodachi-to-koibito]

back on my bullshit rewatching Vampire Diaries for the first time (it's been years lmao)

Damon is a wet lil evil meow meow who murders innocents but the urge to punch Stefan still grows with each plot point bc he's a wet lil hypocritical bitch who causes his own downfall but always blames Damon 😇😇😇

seriously though knowing plot twists too this time 'round I'm like extra >:( when Stefan broods and blames like get a grip Steffy you're a stalker too

[tomodachi-stargaze]

shut up