#hiiii :33

[horrorsboyfrie]

Tomura Shigaraki would take a long time growing a strong enough bond with someone to be with them romantically, let alone have sex with them. The amount of vulnerability he'd have to show is maddening to him, uncomfortable feeling at his chest at the thought of someone wanting to touch him as a way of showing love to him.

But to touch another person, too. Being trusted enough by his lover, the hands that he has used to destroy being craved for something far more gentle. He doesn't know if he can do it. What if he loses himself in the emotion and ends up decaying his little darling? He can not commit to such acts as long as he's afraid of losing the one person who's looking straight at his power, his past, and the future he has set in stone, and still wanting to show their adoration through his means of destruction.

[dolletterandomsz]

[timeflow]

leaked dms confirm that @aureliagaming was trying to sell "the sinister potion"

please don't support this guy

[fruixtii]

Hi fruity wawawawawawawa

hello!!!!!!!!!!!!

[belu2004]

sabes que estas jodido cuando tenes q volver a tumblr para tener un espacio seguro

[tricoufamily]

just some ivy league kids trying to figure out necromancy

[seawing-vibes]

Happy [Incredibly late] Valentines Day !!! Decided to do a trio of illustrations as I’ve done in previous years of diff forms of love!! Its only 3 but heres the list:

Sundew & Willow -> Romantic Love [They’re a classic! First queer POV’s and impactful ones for me!! They’re sweet together <3]

Qibli & Ostrich -> Familial Love [they are Cousins to me!!! Adopted family who are very protective of each other]

Turtle & Peril -> Platonic Love [Their friendship is so nice to me!! I don’t ship them at all - the heart motif is just used to symbolize love!!!! Also Turtles scales are canonically “as strong as diamonds” so him & Peril can make physical contact without Turtle getting burnt lmao]

[azuphere]

Please share the meme and dan’s reply with the class we all need to relive it!!

(x) ditty memes may be outdated but the message forever relevant <3 (tweet)

[godsworstson]

jimmy getting his makeup done on viva la bam

[ackerchou]

more protag shenanigans!! >uo

[parkitaco]

“And I think,” Mike tries again, voice scratchy, eyes still locked on Will’s, “that that sort of thing is just- kind of irreversible, when you think about it. And no matter what happens, there’s a part of you that always stays stuck on that person.”

It’s funny, Will thinks, as he stares blankly back at Mike, how neatly it lines up. Maybe he and Mike are too similar for their own good. Maybe everyone does feel it the same way after all, no matter how different they are, or maybe it’s just him and Mike who love this intensely, and the universe is just torturing Will for fun with the knowledge that it will never line up for them in the one way that matters.

Mike clears his throat, blushing furiously. “Um. Anyway, can I kiss you?”

[synmmin]

me and who fr

[oneroomjestershow]

wait he's innocent it was the rats

[bellacatt-art]

User "bellacatt-art" face reveal?? Wow, never would've saw that coming!! :O

But yeah hehe take some ComicCon Liverpool photos because I cosplayed Arnold Rimmer and I'm so happy with how it turned out! 😭 It's not 100% accurate because I had to use stuff I had in the house but still, I am really pleased with it and I hope you guys like it too :D <33

Also I picked up some new little friends on image 5 and 6! It's Kryten and Holly and I got them from "Pam's Happy Hats" :)

[spoiledleaff]

there's a monster circling the borders of the cult. the lamb knows what it is—who it is. they're not terribly bothered.

the fox.

as a creature who values both brutality and strategy, the fox admires shamura deeply, to the point of love obsession. they've met before, though shamura could not remember that now. as a bishop, the fox loved watching them work. they would meet on occasion, standing at the crossroads between war and darkness. the fox has always had a bit of a stalking problem, not that shamura would feel threatened by him. they never stopped him before. the company was nice, soothing. they both smelled of blood—it was like finding another half of yourself, drenched in the afterbirth of your crimes and murders.

they'd chat. sometimes. ironically enough, shamura liked taking time to talk about nothing. so much of their life and work is spent strategizing and wondering and learning and doing things with a purpose, it was nice to take a moment to revel in the nonsense. the fox didn't mind, he would be too infatuated with the way they'd fidget with the bones of their followers. they would remember so much.

he was so curious, so obsessed that when shamura offhandedly let slip of that damned prophecy, of their siblings, of their brother, of the lambs—he didn't hesitate.

"i will handle it." he said. "i will devour every lamb to ever walk this earth if that is what you wish of me."

they paused, calculating. always so careful.

"leave one for me." they said, their smile filled to the grim with too many teeth and murderous intentions, and the fox thought he felt something stir in his long dead chest.

(there was a sadness there too, he realizes. maybe they knew of the consequences all along. even back then.

maybe especially then.)

it's hard to think that the shamura from before and the one he'd grown so used to watching from the shadows were the same creature. they still smell of blood, still ramble nonsense that only makes sense to them.

the fox wants to kill them, this mockery of the great bishop he once knew. this thing does not demand respect, does not stir that feeling in the fox's chest; it cannot be them.

they never seem to sleep, always roaming the cult's grounds while the rest of the herd scatter off for their bedtimes. they drift near the cemeteries, reading aloud names of followers they've never known. they do this every night—pay their respects.

"i know you are out there, little shadow." they say one night, "may i help you?"

"no." the fox is quick to answer, his maw is open and dripping with his resolutions. this thing will die tonight.

the false one turns towards the shadows, though the fox knows they will never find him if he doesn't wish it.

"do i know you?" they ask. "you feel familiar to me, though i'm afraid i cannot place it."

"...no." the fox lies — it is the truth — his teeth lay ready, though he does not bite.

"ah. my apologies then." the false one turns back to the graves, turns away from the fox. "your voice soothes me in a way i cannot describe. though i am unsure as to why, as to me you sound like blood, like cattle willingly led to slaughter, like betrayal."

the fox is ready to strike, he drools.

"you remind me of someone who i think i once felt safe with." he stops. "i apologize. i know we've never met before, but i cannot shake the feeling that i know your teeth."

the fox hesitates, closes his maw, backs away.

"your teeth are beautiful, by the way." the thing turns around, and the fox feels as though they see him—they see him. "i feel as though i've known your ivory all my life."

he leaves.

it doesn't matter, the night will always come—there will always be tomorrow.

it doesn't matter that this false one replicates shamura's desire to babble about nothing.

it doesn't matter that there is a beating in his chest that will not go away.

(he misses the chatter.)

there is always tomorrow night.

[kozionogin]

hmph. I don't even care