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idliketobeatree · 7 months ago
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yea I think about the extremely unrehearsed hug Niko gave Edwin, and how delighted he was in those few seconds even if he wasn't sure where to put his hands about 8 times a day. wbu
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 9 months ago
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Don't Wormy About Me.
[First] Prev <–-> Next
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kucho04 · 11 months ago
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Art trade for @wannabe-cartoonist-blog ❤️ Also happy birthday to Kuroko <3
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nadilu · 10 months ago
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Cutie baby ❤️😭
Credits to drkavcheg on X
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shakespearian-love · 4 months ago
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Needing to be with you ❦
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vaperarmand · 8 months ago
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have you ever seen two people more married in your entire life. please
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ky-landfill · 1 year ago
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arkarti · 3 months ago
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May we have a little NSFW (RESPECTFUL) willry art, you said it could be fun 👉👈
OFC ITS OKAY IF U DONT WANNA, NO PRESSURE.
ok yeah, a little RESPECTFUL willry art 😳
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they are just hugging and fully clothed - don't worry about it
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nekrosmos · 2 months ago
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Lazy mornings 🍵​
This is inspired by this short fic by @on-a-lucky-tide <33
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dismas-n-dismay · 4 months ago
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There’s something so poetic and heartbreaking about Mary not wanting to hurt her mother. It’s not out of pity or wanting to ease the strain of the divorce it’s just purely a daughter’s love for her mother who’s always been there. Her mother who has never tried to make Mary feel outcasted or othered or unloved.
Even when Mary KNOWS that something is wrong in her bones, she cannot force herself to do anything but trail after her mother and try and make her proud even if what she’s doing could get her hurt. She loves her mom. And it sucks that the last she saw of her was her mother trying to kill her.
Mary, you will always be famous, my little dart frog
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aeturnum-mendacacium · 20 days ago
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Pov: you're trying to take your situationship to the next level but he's an introvert and you're nervous
They're in public btw and somebody uploads the vid and it fucking explodes
God the internet is gonna have a field day
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without text version under cut
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lemon-wedges · 1 year ago
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rendevok · 1 year ago
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Nrmts fluff? 👀 how bout Miles hugging Phoenix from behind, tugging his chin on his shoulder and grumbling about his stressful day while Nick was doing dishes or something? (Ps; I love your art acjsjd)
He’s recharging… 🔋💕
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Thanks for the request! (Also tyyy 🥰)
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nudibutch · 19 days ago
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you know speaking of preppy girls and locker rooms etc . thinking about the girl one year ahead of me in high school that suggested we stay back in the locker room after everyone else had left and go to gym class late while she changed (she arrived late or something? details are fuzzy) and then proceeded to flash her entire chest at me while changing. like directly at me. pretty on purpose. and i didnt do anything. god. was i fucking idiot.
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shakespearian-love · 7 months ago
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Safe with you ❦
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sthilarions · 10 days ago
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Asexual Charles Rowland who died a virgin (because he went to an all-boys school, of course that’s the reason - so what if most of his friends got up to things in town or on breaks). He liked looking at fit people, still does, and he liked kissing, but he just never happened to get around to doing anything else. Not for lack of wanting to, of course - of course! Just… never happened.
After his death he did try a few things but it just felt… wrong. Felt sort of like nothing and sort of, if he’s really, really honest with himself, like he remembers nausea feeling. He puts it down to ghost limitations. He can’t feel touch right, probably can’t feel anything like that right.
And then he’s with Edwin. And he can touch Edwin. He can feel Edwin. And every second his skin is against Edwin’s, it sings. So surely it must work, now?
It doesn’t.
Edwin’s hand creeps up his thigh, and it feels the same as it did on his hand (wonderful - but not special, not different, and he knows it’s supposed to feel different somehow). Maybe he just needs to go further? But as he’s moving against Edwin, and feeling sort of like nothing and sort of like everything (skin against skin still sings) and sort of like nausea, he thinks, ah. I guess it still doesn’t work, even ghost to ghost, even with someone I can feel. I guess ghosts just can’t do that.
Until he looks into Edwin’s eyes. And he realizes Edwin isn’t feeling nothing and isn’t feeling nausea. Edwin’s eyes are pupil-full, black and shining, looking up at him with feverish heat and naked pleasure.
Things Charles doesn’t feel.
Can’t feel.
And he’s run out of excuses for why.
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