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[heart-sized]

MASTERLIST !

HARRY POTTER

*₊˚୧ severus snape

*₊˚୧ draco malfoy

*₊˚୧ harry potter

*₊˚୧ lucius malfoy

*₊˚୧ remus lupin

*₊˚୧ regulus black

JJK

*₊˚୧ ryomen sukuna

*₊˚୧ nanami kento

*₊˚୧ gojo satoru

*₊˚୧ geto suguru

*₊˚୧ fushiguro toji

[chloesimaginationthings]

Gregory fears FNAF DJ music man...Abby does not

[yashley]

A soup? Time's a weird soup? Is that a saying where you're from?

[tokkimins]

my little lord

[gummi-ships]

Worlds of Kingdom Hearts 3

[honehonn3honey]

A protection that becomes more creepy

Azul in my heart. You can see the original art here and read the monster list here @lustlovehart

[Alt under the cut]

My first concept, since my style could not simulate the texture of slime in its purest state

It is quite thick so water can not enter or wet. Only small puddles where you can accumulate

It is a monster and that, magic, but I can imagine that it can only reach a height by the pressure, it can come out expelled sometimes

[upthewitchypunx]

Source

[panthermouthh]

“You doubtless recollect these papers. Here they are. Everything is related in them which bears reference to my accursed origin… the minutest description of my odious and loathesome person is given, in language which painted your own horrors and rendered mine indelible. I sickened as I read.”

[kabukiaku]

Fly me to the moon.....🌛🖤

ref used from fukakucos on instagram 💜🖤

[deunmiu-dessie]

(unedited) john price knew he would marry you the first time he saw you.

john price met you in the rain.

the memory of the encounter remains etched in his mind like a timeless portrait. as the years pass and his recollections fade, the moment of your first meeting remains vivid and unblemished.

the sky, a somber shade of ashen blue, was adorned with brooding clouds of a dark and furious pearl grey. thunder roared in the distance, while lightning ominously streaked across the sky. the rain, a gentle drizzle, tapped rhythmically on his freshly trimmed lawn and his parked truck. seated on his porch, cradling a cup of tea, john's loyal english mastiff, simply known as 'dog', slumbered beneath his chair.

he'd only had a few more days left until he was back in the field, and despite having needed a couple of days to rest, john was ready to get back to the familiarity of work- especially when there wasn't anyone waiting for him when he got home. ( well, besides 'dog' )

john had always been content with his own company, finding relief in the quiet moments spent with his loyal dog. the peacefulness that came with his aloneness had become a sanctuary, a place where he could escape from the disorder of the world and his position; and find solace in his thoughts. but as the days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months and then further, john's heart began to yearn for something more.

the familiarity of being alone, once a source of comfort, now felt like a hefty weight on his shoulders. the emptiness that had once brought him peace now seemed suffocating, as if the walls of his home were closing in on him. he craved for a wife who would eagerly anticipate his return home from his weeks away, someone to hold close and shower with affection.

the stillness that had once brought him solace now echoed with a deep longing for intimacy. the sound of his footsteps seemed hollow, and the absence of life within the house filled the empty spaces of his home with a haunting void. john couldn't help but yearn for the day when his despondent home would be replaced with the joy of shared moments and the love of another.

he craved for the warmth of another's touch, the feeling of intertwined fingers and loving touches. he craved the sound of laughter filling the air, the kind that could only come from shared jokes and inside stories. john imagined the simple pleasures of cooking together, of sharing meals and conversations that stretched long into the night.

and despite himself, despite not wanting to feel anything. his heart ached for the intimacy of whispered secrets and stolen kisses, for the comfort of knowing that someone was there to catch him when he stumbled, unconditionally. he yearned for the simple pleasure of waking up next to someone, their presence a constant reminder that he was not alone anymore.

john price, for the first time in what felt like decades; craved for something more.

john's focus is abruptly interrupted by a thunderous slam, causing his weary eyes to shift from his tepid cup of tea. his piercing blue gaze fixates on the source of the commotion across the street. as he observes, his attention is captivated by you, and while being lost in his own melancholic thoughts, he realizes that the rain has intensified, pouring down relentlessly.

there you stand on your porch, engaged in a heated argument with a man. your gestures are animated, your lips downturned in a pained frown, and your brows knitted together in irritation.

the rain's melody drowns out all other sounds, leaving john in a world of silence from the conversation. yet, even amidst this deafening quiet, he cannot tear his gaze away from you, your eyes widening in disbelief as the man retreats into the house, slamming the door shut. price watches as you fish out a pair of car keys from your pocket, walking briskly down the porch stairs and to a car that sits in the driveway. you're immediately drenched in rain from head to toe and john finds that you still look breathtaking regardless.

inexplicably, the two of you lock eyes, and your lips pull into a thin line, your words barely audible over the pouring rain but he catches them nonetheless. "what the hell are you lookin' at?!" then you slip into the car and speed down the street before he can even process what he's heard. slowly a smirk pulls at his lips, the crowsfeet around his eyes deepening.

john price, wanted you.

[heart-sized]

lemon ! her, 18+, satoru’s cute college gf, nanami's bimbo housewife + geto's princess

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in my work, reader will always be written as a poc female, but anyone is allowed to read it, of course!

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[stalarys]

good lord it’s joe hills

insane behavior. go watch his streams

[hollis-art]

i dont know why doodle boards are my go-to thing to draw when idk what to do, bc like?? that means i have to have MORE ideas to fill it up??? counterintuitive but ok

[wyrmscraft]

This was the first heart I did in this pattern. I loved it so much I made two more.

This was made with a layer cake, two different accents, and some border fabric.

It’s laid out on a queen, but it’s terribly short all the way around. A twin or double would be better.

I really love how dramatic the black around the center heart looks.

[wearenemies]

patrick + girlfob wips i will likely never finish <3

[lxvvie]

Sometimes, Simon tells you he loves you without saying it at all.

He shows it in his vigilance, reminding you in his straightforward, gruff way to take care of yourself, especially when he’s gone.

You see it in his eyes, eyes that never leave yours, dark and somber and passionate just the same, clear eyes that tell a thousand stories, each scarier and more magnificent than the last, but still they remain fixated on you.

You hear it in his voice, distant and tired yet powerful, when he calls you during a prolonged deployment, yearning to hear your voice, and asks you what the sky looks like.

You tell him, he tells you, and you two fall in love again in the ambient silence, looking at a different sky.

The same sky.

And it’s like he never left you at all.