#can be interpreted as platonic

[dirk-menace]

their hells are close

[captain-astors]

"My dreams die with you"

Something about how Deuce can't stay with the spade pirates because he ran away from home to find selfhood beyond the legacy of a doctor thrust upon him, and found it in Ace, who saw him as a person and a friend and a writer, but when Ace dies his purpose is reduced back to his medical knowledge. The spectacular adventure Deuce fantasized about is gone and his book remains unpublished because what is an adventure story without a protagonist that survives to the end if not a tragedy.

[teshiee]

theyre my comfort pair (if i havent said this already) AGGHHHG my precious. my babygirls..

[achluos]

i miss them so bad :(

[scintillatingshortgirl19]

damn i've seen the infamous "i love you" in gifs and such but i. was not prepared for the deep unbridled sincerity with which hugh laurie delivered that line

[ghostbredtt]

DOODLE DAY!!

btw!! thanks for 400 subs :D that's actually a crazy amount?? and. woah. love y'all 🫶

[cottagedreamy]

Romance dawn trio my beloveds

[isjasz]

[Day 113]

🌱🌅❤️

manifesting mumbo in the life series 2 days left manifesting this photo is real i took it its them teasing the life series manifesting

[circusclowne]

drew a ton of pairs with taco

[beddybites]

big fan of obanai and sanemi being two of the hardest people to talk to when obanai is five feet tall and sanemi never knows when to shut up

[keylimesiren]

crack idea no one asked for:

yona ends up being to zelda what sidon is to link, and zelda and link agonize together over their shared confusing feelings and wonder if all zora royalty are just Like This

[mayhasopinions]

they r so stupid

[ellaphnt]

“Don’t die. [because you gave me hope that you’ll all get out alive.]”

[etruski]

Krem week day 4 —Family / Love

For every bloody battlefield, we'll gladly raise a cup.

No matter what tomorrow holds, our horns be pointing up!

[ks1971]

With you

I am the air we breathe, I am the tears in our eyes, I am the blood we spill, I am the cloth we weave,

I am a constellation of the brightest stars.

With you.

[darkmuffinstudios]

It's a quiet evening.

Nightmare is in bed with his boys on his massive, XXL king-sized mattress. He's sitting against the headboard, a pile of pillows his only cushioning. In his hands, a book about flora and it's many uses.

Killer is comfortably draped across his lap and tendrils, lazily playing with the tip of one like it's some sort of fidget toy. His eyes are closed, but he isn't asleep just yet. He has a cat on his chest that hasn't stopped purring.

Dust is curled up a little ways off from them, using another tendril as a sort of weighted pillow. He's sleeping soundly, any kind of night terror being warded off by Nightmare's vigilance.

Horror and Cross are nestled together beside Nightmare, watching cooking videos on a tablet together - those cozy ones that have minimal talking and the calming aesthetic. They don't talk to each other during it, simply enjoying each other's touch and the sounds of carrots being cut.

All is well; The sounds of gentle dish clattering, soft kitten purring, and light snoring combining into a symphony of bliss and comfort.

Nightmare couldn't be any happier.