#hope your wishes come true!

[chandajaan]

Not a poll / vote just take what you need and pass it on, for lots of good luck 🤍

[zhansww]

2020 | 2023

[screahms]

[species-dysphoria-culture-is]

SDC is having your species dysphoria reflect your experience with gender. youre kind of an animal but only in secret. its not strong enough to warrant being open about to anyone other than close friends. you feel like you cant get too attached in case youre found out and have to give it up.

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[toddtakefive]

can’t help but think neil would have loved into the woods idk

[ghostwritten-grimoire]

Emoji spell for luck and wish granting!! Likes charge, reblogs cast c:

✨🔮🌠🍀🌟🍀☄️🔮✨

[ministarfruit]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LEADER!!!!!!!! wishing you all the best!! 🎉✨

[vulcanette]

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[deus-ex-mona]

sometimes i still think about how honeypre (rip) took a hiyori mv and somehow made it aiyuu

[letstrywritingmaybe]

It’s @rinzer ‘s birth month, so everyone should go send love letters!!! I’m late for a birthday fic, and since I didn’t exactly tell you about it, I won’t force it on you. But I was given some inspiration, so I decided to write something. You’re one of my favorite people I’ve met through this fandom, I’m super happy you were born! I love you lots! I hope your special day was amazing! 😘🩵

I Want More

Summary: It’s too hot to do anything, but he can’t help wanting her.

Rated M

Posted on ao3 as always <3

Features art by the talented @vordark

[uranium]

just finished catching up on this yaoi where this masters student is obsessed with the doctoral student he works under as a lab assistant. basically i hope this happens to u in ur doctoral program except without the extreme toxicity and arson

no ill keep the toxicity and arson too whats a good yuri without that

[lanternlightss]

if we ever get nameless bard’s model, i really, really hope at one point we get him framed in the lighting like this (a call back to him surrounded by light in the boy and whirlwind? put upon a pedestal? or the bard, a guiding light from past...)

[meguhime]

I wrote about you on my tanzaku.

[msftsn]

&& @lunaetis heard the stories, told the tales and spoke : ❝ you don’t have to hide them around me. the scars are just part of who you are. and i like all of what i see. ❞ EXTENSIVE SCAR PROMPTS . yangyang & yao .

terrible creation, monster, freak and abomination of mankind's ill - will against nature. all things used to describe him in the past, and yet here the mutant is; cheeks flushed as he opens his palm, long digits ending in a disgustingly ashen gray that replaces the tip of his fingers with monster like claws. scars of all kind, faint, deep, barely visible, discolored, disshapen, physical and emotional all laid bare for the outrider to witness. there's obvious nerves painted onto pale features, putting an off - puttingly sweet expression on the tacet discord whose heart was thrumming against his chest as though pure adrenaline was rushing through his veins. and maybe it was.

nobody has done as much as look at his existence with anything less than terror or disgust. and here she was, treating him like a person. an equal, maybe. as if it was the most natural thing in the world when his entire existence was proof that "natural" could not be said in any correlation to him, ever. and yet here yangyang is - taking that entire notion and throwing it into the wind for blast off. he glances off, the claws of his other hand nervously thrum against his thigh. she has every right to act with disgust knowing the history of his scars and the fact a good amount of them come from the murder of the researchers. yet there is none of that showing on her face.

he startles heavily when a tender sensation brushes over the palm of his hand. at a glance he realizes it's the outrider gently tracing over his scars, feeling the roughness of his skin and the jagged tissue of his scars. his blush deepens, heart skipping a beat or two before he even realizes he's held his breath at the realization. daring to suck in a breath and exhaling it to come back into his natural rhythm he watches her focus in on singular scars, tracing them and looking at them from different angles. he doesn't deserve this, he thinks. or maybe he does. someone as amazing as yangyang does not come into the life of the undeserving, doesn't get sent to someone like that by the fates. or at least he thinks fate wouldn't be quite that kind.

maybe it was the silently bearing whatever the people (and in the wild the crazed tacet discords) threw at him and keeping up in his attempts to do good. maybe it was to even out the unfairness of his past. or maybe it wasn't fate at all and he simply managed to find the most amazing person he could ever wish to meet all on his own. maybe fate was just an excuse for him to pretend that some mysterious power pushed them towards interacting with each other when really it was yangyangs almost stubborn refusal to be anything but kind after sensing the melancholic pain he carries. that and his own stubborn refusal to give up trying to commune with her when she did not look at him with the same disgust most other people held. it gave him hope that maybe one day he could get along with other people, too.

when he feels her own fingertips stop tracing over his scars he sucks in another breath, holds it before carefully, very gently lifting the very same hand. he is gentle, as though she were as fragile as glass - or well, as gentle as someone should be if they have claws on their hands. he's sure the butterfly touch of the back of his claw tracing over her hand until it reaches to side of her face to slowly, carefully trace it until eventually he can cup her face in his hand. and then he leans forward, thankful his sitting figure is close in height to her, to rest his forehead against hers when he gives a gentle, sincere smile, manifesting enough power to manipulate the sounds around him again to fill in vocally where his voice falls short.

❛ thank you... for trusting me and, well, for being you. ❜

[nullend]

stupid but. actually kinda scared/anxious to pick up my new car. I paid for it to be shipped in. and now that it's here..waiting for me. the reality of getting inside and driving off is so close. high key want to throw up

[ljussangen]

I am so very thankful for my man. He is so kind and loving, so caring, so perfect in every way to me.

I never thought I would find someone like him, but somehow I never gave up hope and I am so thankful for that.

Never give up. Even if it's difficult, even if you do not think it is possible, even if everything feels hopeless. There is always still hope, but the moment you turn your back on what could be is the moment you close off any possibility of finding what you are looking for.