#gravepost

[gravekeptsecret]

does anyone have a figurine of malakai black, recent or not, and can take a half-decent close up photo of the heart tattoo on his throat for me? i would love it as an art reference; it's usually a bit obscured due to shadows.

(alternatively, malakai if you see this post and wouldn't mind taking a photo...?)

[skull-crusher]

Generic as fuck headcanon idea, human Pharaoh man bug collection or something idk dude has ten million live bugs n stuff

[needfulaffections]

I want to take care of someone and have her never have to think about bothersome things & rely on me fully so she can just be a hazy-eyed princess waiting for her knight to come home and entertain her~!

I'd buy her the prettiest dresses, nightgowns, accessories, all so that she may lounge around in her huge bed, surrounded by her pillows, in dreamful bliss, while all she has to do is get dollied up so that I may praise how cute she is whenever I get back~

[frnkiebby]

just gonna stare into your soul rq~🎃

[dancinatmyfuneral]

CAUSE ALL I KNOW IS WE SAID HELLO

AND YOUR EYES LOOK LIKE COMING HOME

ALL I KNOW IS A SIMPLE NAME

EVERYTHING HAS CHANGED

[silverbridge-harbor]

Girl, bury that body (ahh)

Girl, bury that body (ahh)

Girl, bury that body (ahh)

[stumblngrumbl]

i just got killed by a wall of text

First thing you see after you zoom in is how you die

How you dying 👀

[silver-saw-harmony]

I’m going to release nothing there. Love you

okay yeah disciplinary team. it's this one. get him

[japaneseaesthetics]

'Gravepost' from the series 'Seven Komachi in Modern Style' - Utagawa Kuniyoshi, 1851, Japan

[dancinatmyfuneral]

IT REALLY IS I LOVE THE WAY THE END PART IS JUST HER DANCING IN HER OWN LITTLE WORLD

molly

molly

i died

you were right

that was

an experience

wow

I know right!!!!!!! Udjhwfjvcajlnvyv i have ASCENDED INTO ANOTHER PLANE OF BEING!!!!!

It was so.. etherial.....

PLEASE GO WATCH THE "MOVIES" MUSIC VIDEO AMYONE READING THIS ITS SO BEAUTIFULLLLLL

[gravekeptsecret]

i wanted to finish a portrait but i'm sick instead. i'm always sick, but you know. extra sick. did this instead. i don't think i have all the shapes right but i'm allowed to paint this badly and then do it better next time. (thnx again for the reference, mr black.)

[skull-crusher]

Just a reminder that he still on the wall

[needfulaffections]

But at the same time, I love attention and I want to be cherished and held and adored all the time :(

I could certainly use a pair of arms and a warm body to be wrapped around me right about now!!!

[frnkiebby]

mmm frands

that was supposed to be frank hands

yknow

like

frimages

but like

hands

okay im done

no no

frands is right.

f r a n d s ~🎃

[sage-nebula]

In the end, Kieran won. He beat Juliana, in a way that she can’t fully articulate at only thirteen years old and no one would take seriously anyway. She still doesn’t understand how it happened. In the days—weeks? months?—after returning from the Area Zero Underdepths, she turns every moment of their entire relationship over and over in her mind, trying to pinpoint the moment where everything spiraled out of control, where it all went so wrong. What it was that she did, if she did anything, to make him so fixated on her—to make her the reason he did so many horrible things to so many people, and why she alone was the one responsible for stopping him. At first, things were all right. They had gone to the first signposts together, and at his insistence had gone to Ogerpon’s den. She’d listened as he’d told her the story of the Loyal Three, as he’d come out of his shy little shell to tell her about the ogre that fascinated him so. He’d seemed nice on that first day; shy, and a little awkward, but nice. Juliana was glad to make friends with him, and even more glad to have someone to attend the Festival of Masks with. Even if his older sister, Carmine, was abrasive, well, that was fine; she was no more abrasive than Arven had been at first. Juliana could handle abrasive, especially since it was fairly obvious Carmine was just putting up a front. But after that first night, everything went downhill. The next day, at the final signposts, Kieran was quieter than he had before. He started asking odd questions, demanding battles, getting increasingly upset when he lost. He was withdrawn, he stole Ogerpon’s mask, he got violent and punched the Loyal Three’s gravepost when he lost . . . Carmine claimed it was teenage hormones. Juliana wasn’t sure. Kieran was about her age, she thought, give or take a year, and she couldn’t remember ever wanting to hit something when she lost a battle. None of the other boys she’d battled had ever started hitting things when they lost, either. Was it really a teenage angst thing? Or was it a Kieran thing? Would he feel better the following day?

[Continue reading on AO3]

[blissfulphilospher]

"Kakashi… has a pure heart. I want to be good for him." 

She watched Hinode shifting from his position, his arms on both of her sides, trapping her between him and the gravepost behind her. The face she could never forget in front of her, smiling down on her. 

You want to be Hatake's good little girl, Aki? Do you want him to call you a good girl?