#and also my beloved oomfs

[brighteyesredfire]

Death Mark: Manga (2019) - Shuuji Daimon

[bitternace]

the father, the son, the end of the world (x)

[ID: two digital drawings of three iterations of kiryu kazuma that are intertwined in a downwards sequence. the background is a night sky with two framing clouds, and city lights, moon backlightning the three figures. the colors are tinted blue, and the image is held in a frame that is transparent on the outer part.

on top, kiryu is shown in his yakuza 3 okinawa outfit, in the middle in his yakuza 0 pinstrip suit and at the bottom, in a black shirt as he appears in infinite wealth.

y3 kiryu curls his right arm around y0 kiryu's neck, hand in a fist, his right hand comfortably lying on top of lad8 kiryu's head. his expression is a deep frown, as he stares at the audience.

y0 kiryu is turned to the left side of the image, as if running away, his left arm resting over y3's left forearm, hand slightly curled into a fist. his right arm curls forward over lad8 kiryu's shoulder protectively, palm held upwards. he is frowning at something off-frame, mouth slightly open.

lad8 kiryu has his right hand in a fist over his stomach and the left one reaching up to hold y0's left forearm. his expression is blank, as he stares at nothing, mouth slightly agape.

The second image is the same, only slightly less dark for visibility. /End ID.]

(ref) (edited)

[hyp3rsh0ck]

bombards yall with lesbian battlebots

[cry-ptidd]

Going fucking crazy insane absolutely apeshit thank you SO much for this

dawg idk what kinda high shit i was on to make a comic 💀💀💀💀 i have the other two pages but those are never seeing the light of day im sorry its ooc and poorly drawn (the only gpod thing drawn was Walters ass)

So have painting style Laura as a im sorry 😭😭

This is based off the story adaption (or perhaps original) of the little red riding hood, where the woodsman chopped the wolfs guts open and filled his belly with stones. I like to pixture Laura as the big bad wolf in the Hellsing Universe. I find iy funny how the original story of the little red riding hood was also infact a french story. I domt kmow if theyre visible byt i did add ve ry subtle stretch marks. I havent done gore like this in a while and i think ive lost my touch. With a lot of the oaintings ive done IRL i hardly add faces, so taht was an in ourpose thing. This was based off an IRL painting and i did edit the anatony a bit. I went through old and new posts about laura and her body, and tried to draw this using memory. I dont like it turned out but i habe a few more in the words. This is ofc the censored version but i have an uncensored version if you d like me to DM it to you <3

@cry-ptidd

a differenr painting idea i had was the wolf reflection one, but ultimately i gave up on it

[rhiannonsknife]

the people have asked for 🪐 anon's return, and thus... the people will get 🪐 anon's return

going off of your pervert rhiannon thoughts, i'm thinking about rhiannon and degradation. she's gone her whole life being degraded by others, told off and made fun of for just existing in their space. she used to hate it and seethe whenever she was degraded by her peers, but with you? with you, it's everything.

practically begging you to call her names, bottom lip quivering as her thighs rub together while she waits for you to admonish her. she genuinely moans the first time you degrade her; maybe it wasn't even intentional, just a slip of the tongue while you had your fingers in her, but a loud moan slipped past her lips as she gushed against your fingers.

she acts so tough and scary just to melt the second you call her anything remotely degrading. it's her weakness, her achilles heel, the one thing you know will have her falling to her knees begging to be fucked by you, to have you continue to degrade her until her wetness is dripping down her thighs.

and rhiannon degrading you... my goodness. on the same note as earlier, she's so used to taking so much shit from other people, so to be able to talk down to you in a way she knows has you incredibly turned on is such a power trip for her. thinking of her holding her knife to your skin and mocking the way you get off on it, calling you dirty and perverted for getting off to her knife against your skin.......

but alas, this ask is far too long. i hope this has fed all the beautiful patrons of this blog who have been wishing for my return 🫶

-🪐

the long awaited return of our beloved og anon: 🪐 anon, everybody!! (god, your mind oomf…) anyway, nsfw content so mdni.

dom!rhiannon who presses your face down into the mattress, her voice a velvet snarl above you. “such a dirty whore,” she’ll say, watching where she sinks into you. “dripping all over my sheets and i’ve barely even touched you”

dom!rhiannon who talks you through it when you’re riding her, watching out for every twitch & gasp. “faster,” she drawls once. “if you can’t come like this, i’ll get the knife and make you”

dom!rhiannon who teases the head of your strap against her own cunt to hear you beg. you’re already panting, knees parted, watching her straddle your thighs and she hovers the toy, barely letting it touch. “what’s that look for?” she purrs. “want me to fuck myself on something that’s not even yours? is that how bad you need it?”

dom!rhiannon who gets drunk off the sound of you choking on her strap. “oh, you like that?” she slurs when you open your mouth wider, trying to take more of her length. rhiannon laughs as she pets your head condescendingly. “look at you, gagging like that,” she purrs. “is that too much for you? can’t even take what you begged me for?”

dom!rhiannon who spanks you with the flat of her knife. “you like being used,” she spits. each strike lands with a metallic thwack, but she pauses long enough to whisper: “say you’re mine. say it or i’ll use the edge next time.”

(dom!rhiannon who drapes you over her lap and keeps one palm firm between your shoulder blades while the other strokes between your legs, feeling how wet you’ve gotten from her spanking.)

also…dom!rhiannon who watches you squirm on your back, the leather handle of her beloved knife already halfway buried in you. not the blade (she’s fucked-up, not careless), the thick grip, warm from her hand and pushed in with such slow pressure it made your eyes cross. “look at you,” she murmurs, crouched between your thighs. rhiannon doesn’t even touch herself. she doesn’t need to: seeing the twitch of your cunt, hearing the filthy wet squelch of you clenching down, is enough. “keep it in,” she warns when you clench too hard. “or i’ll find something bigger.”

dom!rhiannon who holds your face between her thighs and demands eye contact….

sub!rhiannon who gets so wet when you call her names while she’s twitching under your strap, the knife handle against her clit. “look at you,” you murmur, pressing down on her chest. “you can kill with this,” you tease. “and now you can’t even handle it between your legs.” “i can,” rhiannon protests, yet her hips twitch, thighs sticky as your strap strokes her g-spot.

sub!rhiannon who begs for your fingers after a kill, blood still drying on her clothes. she drops to her knees in the bathroom, half-crazed with the need to burn it out of her, still riding the high of control but desperate to give it to you. “please, please make me come. make me good again.” once you finally thrust two fingers inside her, rhiannon wails. it’s not only the stretch but the fact that you’re touching her. you still want her, even now. “say i’m good,” she’ll beg. “tell me i’m good”

sub!rhiannon who shudders when you grab her chin and force her to look at you after she’s come far too quickly& without permission. “you’re embarrassing,” you sneer. “can’t even last, can you?” her cheeks go pink, humiliation blooming, as she nods. “i know. i’m sorry…”

sub!rhiannon who begs for you to use the knife on her again, this time to mark her. “carve your fucking name into me,” she pants breathlessly. “please. i want it. i need to be yours.” you don’t go that far, only drag the tip against her skin, hard enough to sting, light enough to leave no imprint. rhiannon comes from the pressure and the words you whisper into her ear: “you’re disgusting rhiannon”, “what kind of girl gets off on her own weapon?”,

sub!rhiannon who tries to put her hand over her mouth to keep quiet. you instantly grab her wrist and shove it away. “don’t you fucking dare,” you growl. “let them hear what kind of girl you are!” she shakes her head even as she moans louder, cheeks burning. “they’ll- they’ll think i’m-” “say it,” you demand. “i’m a whore,” she chokes out. “just a fucking whore for you. i don’t care- let them hear.”

sub!rhiannon who gets off on being interrupted. there’s something about you walking in, catching her in the act…when you enter, she’s sprawled out on the bed, her fingers buried between her thighs and your underwear pressed to her mouth. “oh,” she gasp, stilling. “fuck, look at yourself, rhee,” you groan. “you like being this pathetic?” she nods, moaning, hand rubbing her clit again.

sub!rhiannon who rubs against your boot like a dog in heat when you ignore her.

[wsteria-rain]

Omg can you draw Suba petting Lyca and his tail wagging..... I think it would cure me of all ailment... Thank you🙇...

HELLO MY BELOVED OOMF so i was kiinda ill for the last few days but i came up with this silly little idea

sso here... i hope you like it `(*>﹏<*)′

believe me this also cured me of all ailment i love them so much its unreal

[yuliangs]

I was tagged by my beloved oomf @cdzen to make a quiz about myself and here it is!!

mateo's quiz 💖

I'll love everyone even if you get a zero (though I included some easy questions). I'll tag @qazastra @gwendolinechristie @natalia-lafourcade @tanumaskoipond @recapitulation @sweetyoungk @twilightmajade @sehnista no pressure! also any other mutuals that want to make a quiz please tag me so I can take it!! it's so much fun I prommy 🩷

[cyberdragoninfinity]

Ugh, I'm sorry, I know you've made a big post that's essentially a guide on buying japanese yugioh merch before but it's been a while and tumblr's search function can be awful. could you link back to it or?

sure thing! yeah god knows tumblr's search is a pain in the ass im sorry it's givin ya trouble -__-

anyway HERE MY GUIDE ON JPN MERCH HUNTING, FT. FURTHER POINTERS FROM BELOVED OOMF i also went in and tagged it 'merch guide' so if you need to find it again it should be there! :^)

[vertin-is-the-frog-guys]

another redesign lets goooo!! i love ttt n her design so i mostly just added stuff

-i made her eyelashes larger, lighter, and with more eyelashes

-i gave her more blue in her eyes

-added some jewelry and freckles + lipstick/lipgloss

also, i added some blurs to it so here's that version:

this is for my beloved oomf so sorry if this is bad

[cry-ptidd]

Hoi Nev! Since we're on the topic of Dracula do you have a favourite itnerpetation/version of Dracula?

Hi oomf my love my life!!!!

For favorite interpretations, it's gotta be the original novel, 100%.

Whilst I have trouble reading novels because of ADHD, this one is captivating enough to keep my attention right where it's supposed to be. It also offers such a lovely cast of characters, and explores themes that are right up my alley and leaves room for me to interpret it in a way that makes it relatable to me. Also, the vampire lore is top notch; it's vastly superior to any movie adaptation imo.

Hellsing is in the top 3, of course. It's bias speaking, though. Because that's MY beloved trashy gory vampire murder show and I get to decide how much I project onto it

[seongminiz]

tear Of gOd

minors dni ; fallen angel jungmo x human wonjin ; 2.1k words

SYNOPSIS    Had Wonjin not known any better, he would think what he sees when he meets Jungmo's unsettling eyes is lust. Surely, that's impossible - after all, angels don't sin, and they are absolutely not capable of committing a sin as deadly as lust, be it in or out of heaven. Or, Jungmo - Wonjin’s guardian angel - is kicked out of heaven when the obsession over his human gets out of hand, and has nowhere to go if not Wonjin himself.

cw   religious themes , blasphemy , inaccurate representation of catholicism’s views on the afterlife bc i havent been to church in almost 5 yrs , bitchless loser virgin wonjin ejejehjf , dom!jungmo , sub!wonjin , corruption kink (kinda ? idk i had the idea of writing it but idk if i actually put it in so) , handjob , orgasm denial

➔   cross-posted on ao3 !

⚠ DISCLAIMER ⚠ if you're uncomfortable with religious themes (specifically christianity in this instance) or their use in a nsfw/sexually explicit context , it's your responsibility as the reader to click off this work and go read something else . i as the author have no responsibility for your discomfort with the themes i decide to write about

note   shout out to onlyoneof for making cunty catholic guilt yaoi music so i could get through writing n find a title for this fic (˶ˆᗜˆ˵) n thank u to the loml @elifseasonz for beta reading this n supporting me through the absolute crash out that were these past 8 months of writing 🩷 i've been writing this since may 2024 - not bc its particularly long or well thought out tho , im just a terribly slow n bad writer :3 i also wrote most of it while i had the worst cold ever so .. theres that too n some parts of it r probably so rushed (oomf (= my Proof Reader™) said its fast paced </3 life is not worth living anymore /j)

Wonjin considers his life to be rather inconspicuous. He is the most average guy someone could ever meet, and it reflects on all his disastrous first dates ending with no kind of follow up. He never does anything creepy or straight up wrong, but his whole demeanor has a certain ‘I’m a loser virgin’ vibe that tends to scare away even the most desperate of his potential partners.

Jungmo, on the other hand, considers Wonjin’s life to be the finest piece of entertainment he could ever ask for. One would argue it is because that is what his whole job consists of: watching over Wonjin and his more than ordinary day-to-day life, failed dates and all.

Jungmo has never been among the most beloved angels in the ranks of Heaven, both due to his occupation - the more contact a divine being has with humans the more their existence becomes tainted and impure, making guardian angels the bottom of the holy food chain - and, more than anything, because of his tendency to defy the rules that have been imposed on him since his very first day in Heaven.

Most of it consisted in minor offenses, like sneaking to Earth without permission to go visit ‘his’ human, or almost resorting to violence that one time another angel offered to take responsibility over Wonjin instead of him; they all originated from how prone Jungmo was to sin compared to his fellow guardian angels, making him an unstable employee since his first day in Paradise, his status immediately solidified as a liability for both his and Heaven's stability.

Which is how Jungmo finds himself kicked out of Heaven, stranded in a random dark alleyway somewhere. Really, he could be anywhere.

Had he not relentlessly followed Wonjin in his every step for years, Jungmo would have no idea of where to go. Of course, it is only normal for a guardian angel to know where their human lives and be able to teleport themselves there in a matter of seconds.

Wings broken and past their first stage of decay, Jungmo uses the last remaining traces of his powers to manifest his physical form into Wonjin’s room - it takes slightly longer than he is used to, but it still can’t be more than a few minutes.

The digital clock on the bedside table reads 3:33AM, the red symbols flashing and glitching for a moment when Jungmo makes his appearance - human technology is such a fragile thing, even the dying powers of a former angel are able to put it through strain.

Wonjin has always been a heavy sleeper, struggling to wake up even when the sun is up high and his alarm has rang at least ten times.

Which makes it all the more obvious something is off that night.

He struggles to fall asleep, but chalks it up to anxiety for a major upcoming exam he has been stressing over for months; when he wakes up at three in the morning with the eerie sensation of being watched, though, he can't really blame it on his academic anxiety anymore.

His eyes slowly adapt to the darkness, a humanoid shadow standing in the far corner of his room, right beside the door.

Sleep paralysis? Likely, Wonjin thinks, but the hypothesis is quickly shut down when he finds no resistance within his body as he scrambles to grab his glasses from the bedside table and runs his hand along the wall feeling for the light switch.

Had Wonjin been in a sane state of mind, he would have screamed. Except Wonjin feels anything but sane, his mouth just hanging open in silence as he takes in the person - can he even call it that? The tattered wings sprouting from his back suggest the opposite - standing in front of him.

“What the fuck?” It’s all Wonjin can manage, his voice raspy and his throat dry - from sleep or from the shock, he isn't exactly sure.

Jungmo chuckles. He has observed his human for years, to the point he knows every little quirk, habit and shameful sin of his, but he forgot Wonjin is not familiar with his existence at all.

Without the limits of Heaven binding him to being truthful, Jungmo could simply lie about who he is, about why he is there.

Jungmo is free.

“I’m your guardian angel,” he explains. That much is not a lie, he is just omitting an irrelevant fragment of the truth.

Wonjin eyes him skeptically, fixating on his bruised skin, his bloodied clothes and, once again, his decaying wings. The originally white feathers have colored themselves of a sickly dark gray, bordering on an even darker color towards some edges, those that turn completely black falling off in the matter of minutes. A few white spots remain, but the color has started becoming more dull, dirtying itself as if infected with an incurable disease.

“I was kicked out of heaven,” Jungmo confesses, immediately continuing to not leave any room for protest from Wonjin. “Not because of my sins. I was tricked by an evil, jealous angel who blamed their mistakes on me.”

“And what do I have to do with this? Why are you in my room?” Wonjin asks bluntly.

Religion has always been a pretty neutral topic to him, he genuinely has no care for it. That odd guy might be his guardian angel, but Wonjin wants nothing to do with him.

Yet, it intrigues him. He suspects what the angel has said about being kicked out of heaven is not entirely the truth, and that only makes him want to know more about the otherworldly being standing in front of him.

“Well, I told you,” Jungmo says matter-of-factly. “You’re my human. Who else should I look for? You’re the only thing I know about this insignificant mortal world.”

“Fair,” Wonjin mutters. While he might not be completely convinced by what he says, the thought process is completely logical - excluding the whole premise of a supernatural, heavenly being appearing in his room out of nowhere. The absurdity of it all has almost slipped his mind already.

“You know, Wonjin,” Jungmo takes a step forward, and Wonjin is torn between mirroring his actions, drawn closer to the angel by an invisible force he can't quite explain, or get further away from him - though the second option proves itself to be impossible when Wonjin tries scooting back on the bed, and his back meets the headboard with a dull sound.

Jungmo looks down at Wonjin, only one step separating the two of them.

Had Wonjin not known any better, he would think what he sees when he meets Jungmo's unsettling eyes is lust. Surely, that's impossible – after all, angels don't sin, and they are absolutely not capable of committing a sin as deadly as lust, be it in or out of heaven.

“I've been watching you for so long,” Jungmo's thin, delicate fingers grasp Wonjin's jaw with such gentleness he is left doubting they are even there. The angel's pointed nails slightly digging into his skin, though, are enough of a confirmation of the touch being real.

Wonjin is not sure what he expects when Jungmo leans closer, so their faces are mere centimeters apart from each other, making it almost impossible for him to hold the angel's gaze.

Up close, Jungmo's irises are nothing but pits of pure darkness, blending with his pupils to the point the two are indistinguishable. Wonjin doesn't know the reason, but the sight makes his stomach close in on itself.

And if that alone is not enough of a reminder of Jungmo's lack of humanity, the stillness in his body is – no breathing, no heartbeat, everything about Jungmo is unmoving, eternal.

Jungmo’s lips, on the other hand, feel more alive than anything Wonjin has ever experienced.

Alive, gentle, but so desperate, as if Jungmo has been waiting for this moment ever since he laid his eyes on Wonjin.

Could that be the truth? Could he be the reason Jungmo has been banished from heaven? The thought alone makes Wonjin’s stomach churn in a mixture of fear and pride that only spurs him on to kiss Jungmo back with more fervor.

Wonjin gasps at the contact with Jungmo's cold skin, the angel's fingertips sneaking under his shirt and brushing his hips, eliciting whimpers and whines that Wonjin can't help but be slightly ashamed of.

Jungmo is skilled, far too sure in what he is doing for someone who has supposedly led a life void of sin up until that moment, and Wonjin knows that alone should raise all kinds of alarm bells and red flags in him – it does.

Wonjin knows he should be more cautious, yet he decides to ignore his own rationale, getting lost in Jungmo's lips, in his touch and in his body.

.☆⭒ ♱ ⭒☆.

“God,” Wonjin grabs Jungmo’s wrist in an attempt to slow down his motions, his fingers slipping around the angel’s cold skin as he chuckles.

“There is no god here, Wonjin,” Jungmo speeds up his pace, tightening his hold once he reaches Wonjin’s tip and loosening it every time his hand slides down to the base. “That is, unless you’re talking about me.”

Wonjin’s moans grow in volume and pitch, it’s all too much, too overwhelming, and it feels like nothing he has ever experienced before - though he is pretty sure he is about to cum at any moment. If only Jungmo tightens his fist just a little more and…

“Am I your god, Wonjin?” Jungmo suddenly stops, his hands completely leaving Wonjin’s body as he relishes in his human’s delicious whines and protests.

Jungmo brings his fingers, slick and stained in precum, to Wonjin’s chin, tilting it upwards so their eyes can meet. Any and all protests Wonjin could have die in his mouth as he once again gets lost in the endless pits that are Jungmo’s eyes.

“Answer me, Wonjin,” Jungmo whispers, leaning down to kiss along Wonjin’s jawline, until his lips are right by his ear and his free hand is barely grazing Wonjin’s cock. “Tell me I am your god, and I’ll let you cum.”

Wonjin lets out a shaky, hesitant breath, barely able to keep his eyes open as he weakly reaches for Jungmo’s hand, the angel promptly moving it further away from his cock with a smirk.

“Yes,” Wonjin is quick to force himself to answer, intertwining his fingers with Jungmo’s and pulling him closer, reaching for a kiss that Jungmo once again withholds from him.

“Yes what? I want to hear you say it.”

“You’re my god, Jungmo,” Wonjin’s voice is barely above a whisper, cracking at every other word he speaks. “My one and only god.”

Jungmo’s acknowledgement for Wonjin’s blind devotion comes in the form of his hand slipping out of Wonjin’s hold, and wrapping once again around his sensitive cock.

It doesn’t take long for Wonjin to get close again, his voice melting into an incomprehensible ramble of “I’m gonna cum” repeating until Jungmo has to shush him, reassuring him that he’s not going to rip that orgasm away from him again. A part of him is tempted to, but the need to see Wonjin finally fall apart in his hands is stronger.

“Go ahead,” Jungmo whispers, relishing in the shiver that pervades Wonjin as his hands grip Jungmo’s arms in a desperate attempt to ground himself. “Cum for your one and only god.”

Wonjin’s mind goes blank, he doesn’t know for how long. His body is still shaking once he regains enough of a sense of self to open his eyes, laying his head on Jungmo’s shoulder as he catches his breath.

Jungmo’s fingers are dripping in his human’s cum. He brings them closer to his face, inspecting the sticky substance with curiosity before hesitantly licking some of it off of his digits.

The slightly salty taste of Wonjin’s cum has Jungmo biting back a moan at the realization he’s consuming a part of him, in some twisted, fucked up way.

Jungmo wants more, but he knows Wonjin can’t handle another orgasm, so he settles for the next best thing. Is it really ‘settling’, though, when Wonjin’s lips are just as addicting, as he squeezes Jungmo’s hand in his and smiles into the kiss.

Wonjin is quick to get drowsy, pulling Jungmo under the covers and mumbling something along the lines of “Don’t you dare go anywhere” as he drifts off to sleep, his hand still gripping Jungmo’s.

Jungmo observes Wonjin’s sleeping frame, so much closer than he has ever been able to before.

The sun has started rising, shining through the sheer curtains and painting Wonjin’s beautiful features in its soft orange hues.

It’s all worth it.

Even as Jungmo’s wings rot past the point of no return, the last of his feathers falling off and shriveling into dust, into nothingness, leaving the skeletal frame sprouting from his back bare and vulnerable. Even as a pain he has never experienced before curses through him.

All it takes for Jungmo to think the eternal suffering that awaits him is worth it is a look at his lover peacefully sleeping underneath him.

im sorry this is actually so bad i cant write gay sex HOW AM I A FUJO THAT DOESN’T KNOW HOWTO WRITE GAY SEX ???!??!!???

[selfship-confession-box]

sorry for the venting >_<;;; feel like i might explode if i keep dis in any longer ..

once i met a double. they were a lot like me, appearance wise and aesthetics and probably personality too. i remember asking to be mutuals with them bc i thought they were cool!

buuut no they were not. they were constantly lying to me, ignoring me, blacklisting me and belittling me indirectly and i tried to confront them because i felt very scared and sick to my stomach.

the first time i confronted them asking if they were comfy w me being moots with them they were like "yes! ofc!" which doing the same nonsense as i mentioned before

they deactivated after some time on their original blog and when they got a new blog they followed me AGAIN despite most obviously disliking me. i was so fed up with their weird behavior. even when i sent them an ask welcoming their presence back, they answered it privately while answering every other mutual's ask publicly. i thought it was extra extra weird because i was a minor and her strange behavior soon became more uncomfy

the second time i confronted them, they claimed that i didn't in fact confront them the first time but also admitted to not liking my presence in their blog. they expected me to "take a hint"

that wasn't a hint, that was a bullet and every bullet hit me straight to my head and i thought /i/ was the one going crazy. also their friend unwittingly revealed they shared screenshots of my posts 😭😭 that was horrifying to me what were they even doing ??? i didnt even realize it was stalker behaviour until oomf told me . .

anyway theyre back on tumblr again after deactivating for the third time again. instantly blocked them but it was weird when they changed their url . . my writing blog was "[f/os_name]-beloved" and they changed it to that EXACTLY without the dash however

im kinda scared honestly . . i feel unsafe in my own blog and i kinda just wanna deactivate forever even though its thriving fairly well. maybe i'd come to it when im older but i also feel like a coward.

i still feel like they are watching me as before its weird. bc on FIRST day i announced i'd be moving, thats when they came on tumblr again

idk its killing me. i dont even have any comms or anything, or mutuals who care all that much. im not good at art or writing either, im just me theres nothing special there.

i just dont want to feel like im going crazy again honestly . . i want to love my f/o so much and i do but i feel insecure and their image haunts me sometimes even if im not always ready to admit it

it sucks

Don't let some good for not's ruin your experience, they are BLOCKED. Now block them out of your relationship with your f/o and everything related to them. Because you deserve peace and love and a nice ice cream sammich<3

-Artemisia

[pinkaditty]

Your post about how you got into Gayru made me curious about the outfits you wear. If your feeling comfortable with it, could you please show us some of them or your favorites? If not then please just ignore this 🙏

this is a terrible time 2 realize i take virtually no fit pics and mostly take make pics AAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGHHHHH

BUT! i have a few pics where some of the things im wearing are visible. un4tunately it won't be much im sorry anon im ngl when im wearing gal makeup i get conceited and focus on my make anyway bc putting fits 2gether is so easy. i only struggle with drawing a perfect droop bc unsteady hands...

me in my fits under the cut. my face is censored bc well. i value my privacy still. 🫶🏾

also side note that it really depends on the substyle ur going 4, but i have a few simpler fits that r good 4 beginners.

ANY WEIRD COMMENTS OR DMS WILL BE BLOCKED! PLS DO NOT HIT ON ME. i appreciate a little compliment though :3

okok have a few examples i could find of my cute fits:

this one is one of my favs. im holding a bunch of failed scratch-offs and a non-alcoholic drink bc i don't drink much.

the jacket is a leopard print jacket i got off of amazon (the evil jeff bezos website). the dress was a gift, but i think it was from shein (the evil fast fashion website). the hair accessories i got in a different state so i fear i can't offer guidance on those. you may notice that my nails kinda don't match. but 2 be perfectly honest???? ur nails don't really have 2 match ur fit in gal. u just have 2 be colorful IF ur going 4 a colorful style.

3 cheers 4 natural hair!!!!!!! anyways. this is another cute one. this was one of my simpler, more mono-color fits. the shirt is a periwinkle lavender, and im wearing mostly white accessories with some splashes of pink. this one was less colorful but still cute even if it was rather monochromatic.

fit 4 a friend's birthday party. the jacket is here again!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i recommending mixing leopard print with literally any color. it always works as long as you block the colors correctly.

ignore my undone edges. i present 2 u the cutest top i own. paired this with the cute pink shorts at the botton and matching pink sandals, as well as white and pink bows in my hair that are un4tunately not visible in this pic. my regret 4 this day is not accessorizing as much. could've worn more bracelets and necklaces.

this is the one i get the most compliments on. the dress was a gift so i can't tell ya where i got it, but MAN is it my fav! waist beads and chain can be found anywhere really. i wish i had more bracelets in this pic 2bh but it's still cute despite that.

obvi the colors and patterns r loud and obnoxious here, but they pair well with my accessories, right? it gives off the gal vibe, even without my make being visible.

probs the best pic of me in existence i think. the top and matching pants were a gift (FROM MY BELOVED IRL OOMF!!!) and so was the jacket. leopard print goes great with lace and fur, too!

u can feel free 2 use these as examples 4 building ur own fits. it mostly depends on the specific substyle u want 2 try, but i recommend giving them all a go b4 u settle on any in particular.

the main takeaway here should be that building fits is easy, so long as u have the proper materials. colors clash all the time, but there are ways 2 tie them 2gether!!!!! i also recommend looking at other gals's fits too, as they often wear things that seem mismatch at a careless glance, but are actually super cute when u take the time 2 really study them. also, accessorize!!!!!!!!! accessorize so much u feel like ur gonna be sick!!!!!!!!!!!! go crazy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! the whole point is 2 stand out and be the shiniest star in the room. go 4 it!!!!!!!!!!!!

omg also also, if ur just starting out, i REALLY recommend getting literally whatever tickles ur fancy. EXPERIMENT 2 UR HEART'S CONTENT!!!!! at 1st i totally thought i was a hime gal, but now its tsuyome, onee, manba, and ganguro all the way!!!!! u have 2 branch out 2 find out what u like!

this post will probably be. archived after a month or so i don't wanna keep it up too long i fear.

also NOT TAGGED i refuse 2 interact with weirdos if i can help it

[bunflora]

hiii luna i was wondering if i may ask… who is your fields of mistria fav/who are you romancing??? im so curious to know everyone’s fav 🙂‍↕️

omg hello yes please i'll take any excuse to yap about this HAHA

ok so just based on vibes i was interested in valen and balor at first! i'm usually a sucker for the doctor in farm sims and balor was giving howl vibes visually which intrigued me. you know how it is

once i actually started playing though, i got absolutely wrecked by eiland and march LOL (un?)fortunately march is one of My Types so there was no saving me from his influence. his first heart event thing got me hook line and sinker 😔 i loooove watching him slowly grow to trust and actually befriend the farmer it's so tasty to me. devs thank you for the meal

eiland i fell for because he reminds me very much of one of my most beloved oc, and once i made that connection in my head i was done for... i just really love sweet boys like him <:3 he's so cutie and i adore his passion and his knowledge and his kindness and his sweet tooth and (goes on forever)

very scared for what caldarus might do to me, but i haven't met him yet and i'm doing my best to avoid spoilers so i'm safe for now...? also idk if i'll come back around on balor but i can't get in the way of whatever valen has going on with juniper so i'm just cheering them on from the sidelines. wholly invested in their yuri 🙂‍↕️

i'm holding out the microphone to you now it's your turn. who got you down bad oomf i gotta know

[the-seventh-hound]

may oomf piss you off amen 🙏 /hj.

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I ‘ m going to boo you off stage I love my weird autistic cis man . Hes my beloved wife , obviously ( insane ) . / silly

Anyways , in true actuality , it ‘ d be really hard for him to upset me . The last time it happened is when he stared dating another woman and I just tried to OD then . Our situation is a lot better now at least , he ‘ s aware of the fact he ‘ s my fp and I require interaction with / positive affection from him (he ‘ s also single to my knowledge which helps me mentally ) . I get daily good morning / good night texts and I , at minimum , VC with him once a week . He ‘ s been very accommodating to me over the time I knew him , even during my episodes and with my mental issues ( DID , psychosis and bpd ) . Sorry that I ‘ m rambling but it feels as if people can ‘ t comprehend that I genuinely care and am in love with this man ( which is especially rare considering I ‘ m ace-aro spec and have only been in genuine love with one other man . ) and that my relationship with him has been the healthiest I ‘ ve had in years , which I can ‘ t be more greatful for . My last relationship was very very toxic due to me , so I have a fear of replicating that again , especially with him . I think open communication about when I dislike his friends is helpful . What isn ‘ t helpful is some of my friends who don ‘ t know him calling him a groomer for a … 3 to 4 year age gap where we met when I was 18 .

in short : live laugh love oomf , we ‘ re not romantically involved but I would consider myself in love with him . My attraction could eventually shift but it ‘ s been solid for a while now . Also why I guess I could be considered “ flirting “ with people even though he ‘ s my everything . Feel free to keep flirting with me and trying to change my mind , it makes me feel giddy .

Also I ‘ ll probably reblog one of those yandere ask games eventually , I ‘ m working on an opinion piece about Alaska .

[circus-blades]

come back jeep my beloved twitter is so boring without you 💔💔 it's so sad that app banned brazil you're too powerful

I MISS MY TWITTER OOMFS SO MUCH... I've been active on instagram and bluesky but a lot of my moots and artists I admired aren't there <//3 I hope it returns soon but also *gestures at the chucklefuck who bought the site* i dont think he gonna make it that easy