#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)

[paarksunghoon]

last year I mailed out autographed photos of myself to ~70 of my oomfs as a gag gift and when I brought it up, most said they still have it on their fridges…….i fear i will never top that

[ifievertoldyou]

quick expression practice thingy

[challahbread]

lord forgive me for i have sinned (came across an acct that shittalks urban fans including oomves and stayed up scrolling through recent tweets to see if i’ve been mentioned) (i don’t think i have been) (slightly disappointed)

[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

[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

[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

[ask-jake-wilson]

[oupe. He may have gotten a little nervous and basically squeezed Jake’s hand]

“Oh. Hi. You’re new. Uh, nice to meet you also.”

[hi. He slightly seemed hesitant but did shake the others hand!]

“..also. What did you mean by that first half.?”

“..Nothing. She just work at a greenhouse. Thought you’d be interested since you like flowers.”

“…..oh. That’s… actually kind of nice.,. Thankyou.”

“..of course“

[ah yes. His paranoia is slightly setting in. However Jake quickly calmed sky down..!! Yay.]

Woe. Fellow purple character be upon ye. This time, it’s just Melony! She is my most normal character I swear. Despite the fact that flower flew herself in.

“Hello, sir! I’m... not too sure why I’m here. Do you mayhaps know where the nearest grocery store is? I’m still getting used to this town and the intrusctions online are HORRID at helping.”

//@flowers-never-die (WOE. ANOTHER OC. HEL)

“…Oh. Shit. You meant me.- uh. I mean. I’m going to be honest. Depends what kind you want. There’s probably a small little family run store. But if ya want a big named one. It’s probably a few blocks away. Do ya’ need help with anything else.??”

[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

[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 ???!??!!???

[okaydrawboy]

Everytime you repost my art and put cute nice or freakyy tags on them I become stronger so thank u to my beloved oomfs and moots and what have you for your support and audience mwah 💋 I will draw more sword (all of this has been for the same project I've been doing for like 5 years ty also for your patience

[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

[beanghostprincess]

Hellloo beanghost princess my beloved shuggy warrior how r u? Saw ur recent posts about ur inboxes being filled w shuggy haters, and ngl ive noticed that in other tumblr blogs and had even invaded my oomfs cc, ig its because theyre threatened that its popularity is rising, along w the merch, fanart, even the recent chapters show how shuggy are opposites AND also theres the incoming divorce episode this month.. and the fact that they have to invade shuggy spaces and make users like u and my oomf see the other shanks ship while calling u guys blind for not seeing that ship as romantic is such an asshole move. Anyways we need to stay strong beanghost princess! Esp for the breakup in the rain episode lol

!!!!!!!!! Thank you so much for the sweet message 💖💖💖💖 I have also seen an odd amount of hate lately for Shuggy... And I understand that people might not like it but going to Shuggy spaces specifically for this is just :(( Mean. Like-- I'm not trying to sound condescending or whatever but it does make me really sad that people instantly decide to do these things. Just enjoy your ships without bothering others!!! Anyway!! At least we have the breakup episode soon and I will be able to enjoy my beloveds again (but animated!!)

[meowsticmarvels]

omg oomf please impart onto us ur eritoshi headcanons 🙏

ON ITTTTT here you go....... was gonna respond to this earlier but then reload came out and ive been Insane About That ever since but still. dont have many rn but im curating things. here we go. my beloved tragic yaouri

im a he/she toshiro truther. also open to most gender things but i particularly think transfem toshiro is rly real

nb any pronouns eri... i also do like transmasc eri but it depends on how i feel. either way theyre both Transgendeor

toshiro c-ptsd/anxiety/autism is real. to me

wow i need to make more hcs for eri. anyways shes audhd methinks

i think theyd adopt a dog maybe........ not sure why i feel strongly about dog in particular but this is a thing ive been thinking about for the past few weeks. need suggestions for what Type or what rheyd name it but i feel really strongly about eritoshi dog

ik eri having stickers on her cane is like. canon if shown for a second but i wanna point it out. its so real

it's rough for a while after they reunite. esp with like. the trial trying to indict marie and yoshiki and everything but they!!!! have eachother!!!! im so normal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i actually cant rly. think of anymore. but theyve been rotating in my mind for the past few months please continue to talk to me about them and/or share your own hcs im sick

[2truehearts]

I DO GOT THIS!! our second term is starting n that’s when i need to fully catch up to actually get one so !! SCHOLARSHIP HERE I COMEE!!!!

(insert cat ugly crying whilst holding a phone meme) WAUWUWHAHHAUAUH I LOVE U MELI MY ABSOLUTE SWEETEST DUCKIEE HEUEHEUUEH 🥹😭😭🫶💕🤍🫶💕🫶 /p

MELI MY BELOVED OMG HII HRU IT'S BEEN TOO LONG WAAAAAHHHHHH

KAZ!!! LEGIT IT HAS, I AM SO SORRY FOR MY CONSTANT DISAPPEARANCES. LOVELY TO SEE YOU, I HAVE BEEN WELL, HOW ARE YOU,??? AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH