#gor gor

[brightestlulu]

i loooove hiveswap. the page of hope diemen is just because i saw a drawing of that somewhere ehe, idk if hes actually a page or not

[tylerrnol]

GOR-GOR

[xitsensunmoon]

Needed some horror themed dca injected into my bloodstream asap so you're getting lil cryptid scarecrow Moon as a treat :)

Another version is under the cut as I liked the vibes of both colour themes

Blue one feels more like an unexpected encounter in the middle of the night and the red one gives off the vibes of straight up hunting so... Both are good to me 👁️

[gleafer]

More HallowOMENS?

Yes, have some!

(Crowley is Nurse Sugartits and if you read my comics YOU KNOW WHY.)

[jupitisms]

WHY HE HAS BGUGS IN RHERE?!?

[bananafire11]

Cuddles in a Quiet Room

[ninjasmudge]

i love those goat statues where they have their ribcage out, tear that chest open queen <3

unpainted below bc i like that one too 👇

[sk3tch404]

I've been reading a lot of Chrollo fics yall... Do not send help.

Character too dynamic, must initiate brainrot immediately 🤖

[forestshadow-wolf]

"You wouldn't say it to my face." Soap hisses around the small flashlight in his teeth, his shoulders ache from the angle he has to get to make sure he's placing the needle right. "An' I wouldnae believe it right now regardless." Red stains his fingers, his hands, his forearms, he can feel it caking under his fingernails and knows it'll be a process to clean out.

"I would." Ghost rasps, it's wet, and strained, and far too weak for soap's liking. "I will."

Soap feels ghost's arm move up, and he stills. Needle and thread in hand, hovering over a gaping side wound that lanced through pale skin just under the last rib. For a second he debates between catching ghost arm before it most definitely removes his mask, or keep following the line of sutures. But only for a second; there's still blood oozing, and soap's already deluded himself into thinking that he could see one of the man's organs, and is valiantly fighting that anxiety down. Ghost rips off the mask with a gasp, soap curses himself for not getting it off earlier; it must be had to breathe through. But then he remembers that Ghost wears it for a reason, and it would have been wrong for him to take it off. He doesn't look, hunches closer to the wound.

"I said "I love you", Johnny." One of his hands lands on soap's wrist, it smears more blood along soap's skin.

"Quit it." Soap snaps, "almost stabbed you in the kidney. And I told you I'm not listening." He stabs the needle through too pale skin, and again, and ties it off.

" 's not my kidney, not where the kidney is."

"Well forgive me for not payin' attention to grade nine anatomy." Spit runs down the handle of the flashlight, it's an irritating feeling when it pools on his lip, but he ignores it. The hand that landed on his wrist drifts up to his cheek, migrates under his chin and tries to lift his gaze. Soap doesn't go.

"Soap, look at me."

"No. Ghost, I said no, okay?" Soap's starting to get really fuckin pissed. This is not now any of this was supposed to go. "Unless you're gonna confess to eating the last of my sco'ish tablet I don't wanna hear it until you're sound o' mind."

[heartorbit]

can i get a magical girl set please

[zonatcannibalism]

Crazy ex girlfriend really put themselves out there with having a female protagonist. A female protagonist that dosent have the body of a supermodel. A mentally ill female protagonist. A female protagonist that is explicitly a bad person yet is treated with sympathy AND held responsible for her actions at the same time. A female protagonist that is a more fair and accurate portrayal of mental illness then most men with mental illness in media are. A female protagonist that is allowed to exist as a complicated person and not woman™. A female protagonist that is a parody and a empathetic exploration of a sexist stereotype. they did all of that while also having a mainly POC cast with diverse body types and sexualities that are all treated as actual people and not monoliths of the minority they are representing. And they balanced all that with being consistently funny, entertaining, touching, heartwarming and having really really good music for 4 seasons. WE SHOULD TALK ABOUT THIS SHOW MORE

[konigsblog]

early mornings with farmer!könig

early mornings with könig include his firm, tight grip on your waist. he doesn't let go, not for a second. his tight grasp doesn't falter despite your squirming. groaning out and scolding you for moving so much, his face and nose buried in your hair — huffing at your sweet, strawberry essence. wearing nothing but your lace panties and bra, his thigh between yours and your legs intertwined with eachother.

it takes a lot to get up, too comfortable in eachothers silence and warmth. the sun peaking over the horizon, flashing through the blinds and allowing some cool air to seep through the gap in the window. the birds sing their melody, and he begins shuffling and moving. you almost think he's getting up — only pulling you closer and closer to himself. “sonnenschein...” his voice raspy, he grumbles out, eyelids slightly open before closing again, feeling as you turn to face him.

pressing your forehead against his, he smiles and chuckles before holding you tighter. his eyes finally crack open to admire your morning beauty, kissing your soft lips and leaning back on his white cushion. large, brute arm hung loosely around your waist, pulling you against him and covering his eyes with his other forearm. “so tired,” he mutters , you giggle. trailing your fingertips over his covered chest, a loose and breathable jumper on, the sleeves rolled up to his forearm.

he sits up, removing his jumper before leaning back down. a groan leaves him as you run your fingers to his abdomen, chuckling and holding your wrist before interlocking his large, calloused hand with yours. the sounds of birds chirping can be heard from outside, trees a bright green as spring approaches summer. the flowers are painted beautiful pastel colours, such as; purple, yellow and white.

chickens making the cluck-cluck sound and the sun a golden colour. the strawberries look ready for picking, perhaps you'll make a strawberry cheesecake or a pie of some sort whilst he works on the farm. his hands finding their way into your hair, noticing you zoning out. “what are you thinking about?” he smiles, seeing you flutter your eyes closed, a small smile curling the corners of your mouth. “nothing, baby.”

it's early, 05:21 to be exact. just twenty-one minutes past five o'clock, you had some time to spare. a knitted blanket at the end of the bed, and a yawn coming from your mouth as you finally wake up. sitting up, you pull your housecoat on, a white wooly robe around yourself, your bra peaking from the top. “coffee or tea?” your voice laced with honey, picking up his glass of water on the bedside table. “coffee, please, schatzi.”

the kettle boils and you do some dishes laying around in the sink, putting them away and adding the some milk before heading back upstairs with the mug in hand. he grabs the handle, smiling at you before you make your way to the bathroom to get ready for the early start of your day. cold water on your face and your breath fresh, a short, lace sundress on your form and some boots to go pick the growing, fresh fruit; the perfect season for them.

he's ready once your basket is full of red and blue berries, placing it on the counter before he heads off and onto the farm to feed the cows and chickens and sheep, calling you out to milk them. you giggle softly at his clinginess in the mornings; embracing warmth and comfort, holding you and snoring quietly behind you.

you did end up making that strawberry cheesecake, his favourite.

[spitinsideme]

pomni came 10 minutes late to their date and she feels really bad so she went out and got ragathas favourite flowers and drink to make up for it (even wore her little suit !)

bimbo x tomboy au !!!

[armenelols]

In deference to my recent bout of shitposting, have a daily reminder that Tolkien's half-elves have no happy ending and no matter what they choose, they'll still lose part of their family forever. They'll always be split between two people, neither fully one or the other, yet forced to pick one and lose the other

[elegantpersoncreation]

Noravank Monastery, Armenia 🇦🇲

Gor Khalafyan armeniatour

[modelsof-color]

Jimai Hoth Gor by Rob Rusling for Iris Van Herpen FW23 Campaign