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[veroinfaciem]

more Cora. not enough Cora.

[tovetar]

“My god, man, great love poems aren’t written about how lovers get eight hours of sleep a night and no one steals the covers."

T. Kingfisher, Paladin's Hope (The Saint of Steel Book 3)

[rosstrytobe]

OH I'M SURE OLIVER MAKE RYAN READ ABOUT LOVING BUCK 🤭🤭

[jerrsterrr]

Personal Space!!! (non-existent)

practiced poses with Solar Lunacy !!

inspired by @glitzybunny and @crystalmagpie447 !!!!!

[sirserpentine]

@radioiaci asked:

[ trace ] 🦌🔪

Affectionate gestures. (Accepting!)

An idle caress over Alastor's back halts when Pentious' claws meet a scar he hasn't felt before. Again. It has either been received recently, or it's always been there and has drowned in the sea of many. Too many. Both possibilities are sad.

The snake always makes sure to not bring overbearing attention towards the many old wounds, plenty surely from gruesome incidents. He doesn't want Alastor to feel that it's all Pentious sees when he looks at him, or that Alastor is ugly or undesirable because of them. And he isn't, certainly not. But Pentious still feels sorry for him. Still wants to comfort him.

His finger continues tracing, following the lines on Alastor's skin as the Radio Demon lies next to him, back turned towards Pentious. Though Pentious knows that Alastor is smiling, he wonders what feeling the expression is hiding right now. Did Alastor notice that Pentious' caresses halted? Can he guess why, and if so, is he embarrassed? Or does he mind at all?

"Hmm," Pentious says, tapping a gentle claw against the marred skin. He hopes his reassuring smile reaches through the tips of his fingers.

"I don't think this 'map' shows a way to Lulu World or the Gluttony Ring. How should I interpret it? I wonder, where does it lead?"

[yunwangja]

Been following undercurrents since the first few signals (i just lurk on tumblr for fics lol) and it's one of the smau i've been thinking nonstop on the daily ever since.

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR WRITING IT 🤍 Also patiently waiting for the special chapter tn, keep doing what u do you're killing it!!!

- anon 🫶 (same one that sent in an ask early august)

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ahhhhhhh !!!!!! i remember you !!!! thank you thank you <333 im so happy reading this !!!!! you are too kind !!! it’s cute to think that i’m not the only one thinking too much abt this fic (aside that im its author lol!) mweheheh i love it

[jimisunsets]

camera dump #26

this is the nugg of nuggs &lt;3

[sapnapstummy]

I love you clip makers I love you gif makers I love you photoset makers I love you analysists I love you loveposters I love you organized tag systems I love you disorganized tag systems I love you fan authors I love you niche tags I love you broad tags I love you people who create I love you people who share creations I love you I love you I love you

[thebrandywine]

good morning gamers, it's 7 am and chapter 15 of broken machine is up

[icyfox17]

You’re so sweet and positive and happy and AAAAAAAA <333!!!

RIGHT BACK AT U RAHHHSHSHSHSHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

You are one of the kindest people ever Gracie!!!! Ilysm!!!!! Ur energy is always so infectious and you have such a lovely spirit and I love seeing u get excited about ghostbur and ajr and whichever else ur into at the time!! The way you express yourself with music too is also so !!!

[1o1percentmilk]

i think you are very cool and i like your art :)

aww thank you! u r cool too <33

[veroinfaciem]

some cora sketches

[tovetar]

"Istvhan wished Stephen were here now. Stephen took the weight of the world on his shoulders and never complained, which could occasionally be annoying but was also useful when things were spiraling out of control. On the other hand, he was terribly bad at talking to women. Fortunately, he had fallen passionately in love with an odd little perfumer, the same one who had mixed up the scent vials to help track the smooth men. Istvhan quite liked her. She wanted to spend the majority of her days locked in her workshop and then come out and be with Stephen, and then go back to her workshop. Right before he’d left the city, Stephen told him that she had moved a second chair into the workshop so that he could knit in the same room with her, which, judging by Stephen’s reaction, was a declaration of affection unmatched in modern times." T. Kingfisher, the Paladin's Strength

[n1k0-k-o]

🚂💛🧡❤🧡💛 it's a love train! send this to all the blogs you love! don’t forget to spread the love! 💛

<3

[cloudcountry]

RAHHHHHHHHH ANGELFISH IS BACK