#idk idk I think they could fix each other

[notarmedandnotdangerous]

hi i just wanted to say I LOVE UR POSTS SO MUCH YOU ARE DOING A SERVICE TO THE MALE READER BUCKY FANS🫡 anyways pls.. more dom bucky i beg.. specifically 1940's bucky where yk it was illegal to be fruity.. PLS idk why a gay-in-denial 1940's bucky has been stuck in my head for so long anyways bye ily goat

a/n: hiii thank you sm i really appreciate it!! :) i really try to serve the male readers out there as much as i can!! i didn't really have a lot of knowledge about officer ranks, so i had to do a bit of research, and it took me quite a while, but i really hope i captured what you wanted in this, i hope you enjoy it 😋

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+18 mdni! sergeant!bucky pining after duty officer!reader who's too scared to tell bucky how he actually feels.

cw: dom!bucky, sub!m!reader, porn with plot (shocking), pining, reader calls bucky 'james', and 'sergeant', bucky calls reader 'darling', and 'officer', flirty!bucky, innocent!reader, homophobia mentioned, bucky has a hair pulling kink, missionary, fingering, blowjob (?), handjob, creampie (?), they say 'i love you' at the end!!!

word count: >4.6k

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summer, 1943

the war had taken so much already, cities, brothers, allies. but it had also given you and bucky, who was a sergeant at the time, something strange, something private. he met you in an office in new york city, crowded with typewriters, and ration slips. he wore his confidence like a medal of honor, while you were all jittery nerves and untied laces, always adjusting your tie a bit too tight.

“you’re going to strangle yourself one day, you know. death by self-doubt.”

“it’s just.. crooked. the knot feels off.” you reached towards your neck to straighten your tie, again.

“no it’s not. it’s perfect, as always. it’s you that’s twisted up.. inside.” he pressed his pointer finger against your chest, where your heart was.

“that’s reassuring.” you said dryly, swatting his finger away from you playfully.

“i mean it kindly, officer.” even though he teased you often, he liked the way you carried yourself, previously mentioning how it gave you a ‘clandestine charm’ of sorts.

“is that supposed to be a compliment, sergeant?” you played along, the both of you had always enjoyed calling each other by your ranks, it just made you feel connected to him, in a way that you shouldn’t be feeling.

“depends on how you view it.” bucky shrugged, before walking away. he complimented you often, almost too often, as if he wanted you to believe him one day.

one morning, you had run late, your collar was buttoned wrong while your tie was slightly crooked. you hurried into the office, stumbling into your seat. bucky was there already, waiting by your table. he tipped his hat at you, making your face heat up in embarrassment. you prayed that no one else saw, that no one would suspect the way you felt about him.

“you’re all buttoned up wrong, officer.” he stepped closer towards you, fixing your collar and tie for you. his fingers had brushed against your throat in the process, making you hold your breath nervously. he seemed to have noticed the way you reacted though, he chuckled, before pulling away. your heart knew what your mouth dared not to say.

it was 1943, you could lose everything for wanting a man like him. bucky never seemed afraid, though. he’d wink at you during tea breaks, and write notes, either passing them to you or sneakily tucking them into the pockets of your coats. he’d write you notes like ‘if you find yourself losing sleep tonight, indulge and think about me. i’ll be thinking of you too, no doubt.’. you never wrote back, you were too scared to. but you’ve kept all of them though, slipping the notes in between pages of your notebooks to hide them from the eyes of others.

whenever the both of you had to work extra long shifts, he’d join you, pushing the paperwork over so that he’d be able to sit on your desk. he’d always lean in, talking about paris, as if it was a dream the both of you might share, someday.

“we’d go dancing.” he spoke, his voice low. “we wouldn’t have to be afraid there.”

“war will be over soon, maybe.” you laughed, your head tipping downwards to look at the ground.

winter 1943.

a few months had passed since you met bucky. one night, the both of you had drinks at your flat, the both of you sat on the floor against the couch as you drank.

“you shouldn’t look at me like that.” you turned to bucky, he looked even better in this dim lighting, it made you want him more than you should.

“like what, darling?”

“like you know me. like.. like you want to.” the both of you sat in silence for a while, before he broke the silence.

“maybe i do.”

“this.. we’re not in a french novel, james. it’s not poetry. you know what they’d do to us if they found out.” you sighed out, taking a sip from your glass of whiskey.

“men like us. you said it. that’s the first time you’ve ever put yourself in the same sentence as me.”

“..d-don’t make light of this.”

“i’m not. i never do, not with you.” bucky turned towards you, his hands fidgeting with a stopwatch.

“easy for you to say, you don’t have a father waiting at home with expectations, or a commanding officer who’ll feed you to the wolves if you screw up.” you said, bitterly.

“you think i’m not scared? you think i don’t lie awake at night, thinking about who might’ve saw us talking too long, standing too close?” he closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath. “but i’d rather risk it than live pretending all of this isn’t real.” you stared at him, your jaw tightening.

“you.. you don’t understand, james. i’ve spent my whole life keeping quiet, k-keeping my hands to myself.” you spat out. “you.. you come along with your easy smile, and your stupid poems..” your eyes were glassy, filled with tears that threatened to spill out. “i.. i don’t know how to survive the way you love.”

“i’ve seen enough of this war to know one thing. the world doesn’t give you many chances at something good, you have to take it when it comes.” bucky took your hands in his, caressing your fingers. “i don’t wanna mess this up, not with you.”

“it.. it’s not that easy.” tears rolled down your cheeks as your breath stuttered.

“then let me teach you, darling. i’m not asking you to shout it from the rooftops. just.. just stay with me little longer. don’t go down there pretending again.” there was a long silence, before you leaned against his shoulder. not quite a touch, but just enough.

you had let bucky stay at your flat, just to keep you company. you had let him take the bed, while you slept on the floor. the both of you laid awake, staring into the ceiling.

“when i was thirteen, i got caught staring at a boy for too long in the chapel. my father made me kneel in gravel for a day. told me i had the devil in me.” bucky didn’t speak, just listened as you opened up. “funny thing is, i believed him. i-i thought if i ignored it.. prayed hard enough, it’ll all go away.” you let out a bitter laugh.

“did it?”

“you know it didn’t. you walk around like it’s not a sin to want someone like me, like.. like it’s not a curse. i don’t know how you do it, james.”

“it is a curse, but not the kind they think. the real curse is hiding, watching the person you love walk away, all because the both of you are too scared to love each other.” he spoke, his voice cracking. “you know i love you, right?” he confessed. you were quiet, just listening to what he had to say. “i’m not asking you to say it back.. i just want to know that you feel something.”

“if i didn’t feel anything, i wouldn’t have invited you over, would’ve shut you out.” bucky sat up, moving down to pick you up from the floor. he set you down next to him on the bed, pulling the covers over the both of you.

“we could run away together, start a new life somewhere far away from here, like switzerland. someplace where no one would know who we are, and wouldn’t care if two men slept together in the same bed.” your breath caught in your throat, but you didn’t move, not even an inch. you didn’t answer. no, you couldn’t, not when you knew what they would do to people like you.

“i don’t think a place like that exists, not yet at least.”

“maybe not, but i’d rather chase a lie than live without you.” the both of you turned in bed, to face each other. you looked at him, then, just barely, you smiled softly at him.

“have you always been this poetic?”

“only when i’m terrified. or in love.” bucky shuffled, sitting up. “can i..?” he looked at you, and you nodded. you moved closer to him, and let him kiss you. he pulled you onto his lap, all while continuing to kiss you.

“if we keep this up, someone’ll talk.”

“then let them.” he reached into his pocket, pulling out a button. “here. from my uniform. soldiers give the second button to someone they love. first one’s too proud, second one is close to the heart.” you stared at it momentarily, before reaching out to grab it. you held it in your palm as if it was something fragile, as if it would shatter. you placed the button underneath your pillow

“what if i lose it?”

“you won’t.” bucky kissed your forehead, innocently, before moving lower to kiss your neck as delicately as he could. “would you let me..” he looked down at your crotch, before looking back up at you. you were inexperienced, but he definitely wasn’t.

“yes, james, yes.” you nodded, nervously.

“it’s okay, i’ll be nice for you, darling. don’t have to take too much at once.”

“you promise? you won’t push me too hard, too fast?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper, a last ditch attempt to retreat to safer emotional ground.

“of course, darling. come on, strip for me.” bucky commanded, and you shyly removed your shirt and pants. “holy..” his brain practically short circuited when he saw you bare for the first time.

“you’re.. acting different, james.” you remarked, confused as to why bucky was so shocked.

“huh..? oh, uh, it’s nothing.” he snapped out of his trance, gently placing his hands on your bare hips. “just.. you’re just so pretty, darling.” he smiled as he kissed you gently, before taking his clothes off as well.

“you’re not so bad yourself.” you teased, voice filled with affection, and a tiny hint of mischief. “don’t let it get to your head, or i might start to think that you’re getting too cocky for your own good.” you added, with a wink.

“mhm, come on.” bucky let you lay against the pillows, while he propped your feet up on the bed as he slot his head in between your thighs. he kissed your inner thighs, and it made your cock twitch in your boxers. “it’s okay, darling. i’ve got you.” he pulled your boxers off gently, letting your cock spring out.

“oh, james..” you whispered, your eyes widening in surprise as the soft fabric of your boxers were gently tugged free. he leaned forward, kissing the base of your cock, before moving to the tip. “aah.. that.. that feels so good..” you breathed, your hips twitching involuntarily. “keep going..?” your words dissolved into a whispered plea, as his tongue began to explore you. he tried his best not to overwhelm you, after all, he was your first. he looked up at you from in between your thighs, and your eyebrows furrowed.

“sorry.. c-can’t help it.” you stammered, your voice trembling slightly as you tried to maintain eye contact. “just.. just feels too good.” your hands fisted the sheets as you arched your back. he started to tease your tip with his tongue now, wanting to slowly but consistently build up the pleasure.

“is that okay, darling?” he asked, and you nodded profusely in response.

“y-yes, just like that..” you whispered, your hips rocking up to meet his tongue. “feels like i’m drowning in pleasure..” you murmured, eyes fluttering closed as you surrendered to the pleasure. “more, please, james.” you pleaded, your thighs trembling.

“mmh.” bucky hummed in approval, sucking on your tip. you whined, and tugged on his hair, unknowingly uncovering a kink that he, himself, wasn’t aware of. he stopped abruptly, trying to calm himself down from the sudden stimulation. “holy.. uugh, my god..”

“d-did i do something?” you asked, your voice laced with confusion. when he finally looked up at you, his eyes were glazed over with lust, it was then, when you finally realised. “james.. i had no idea..”

“no. please, do that again.” he began to suck on your tip once more, waiting for you to tug on his hair more..

“aah, y-yes..” to please him, your fingers sunk into his short, dark hair, pulling gently. in response, his eyes rolled back.

“mmh..” bucky moaned, while his mouth was still on your cock, and it made you cum immediately. he tried his best to keep himself calm, but your thighs locked around his head as you came. when you finally came down from your high, you realised that he was rolling his hips against the mattress, trying to get off from you tugging on his hair.

“did i hurt you..?”

“no, of course not, darling. come here, please, i want more.. more of that.” you were pleasantly surprised as he turned into a needy mess, just from getting his hair tugged on. “do you want to suck me off too? or..”

“ah.. you want me to suck you off..?” you asked. “i.. i’ve never done that before, but if it’s something you want, i can.. i can learn, i’ll try for you.” you offered, climbing towards him. you got on your knees on the ground, while he sat on the edge of the bed.

“oh my god..” bucky was trying so hard to not cum just from the sight of you on your knees in front of him. “you can just.. try with your hands instead.”

“ah right.. with my hands.” you agreed, nodding as you slid your hands up his thigh, feeling the way his muscles tensed underneath your hands. “you want me to touch you.. like this?” you asked, your fingers gently stroking the inside of his thighs, making his breath hitch. “is it okay if i explore more.. here?” you trailed your touch lower, pulling your boxers off of you.

“yeah, please do.” he threw his head back, if he had to look down at you throughout the entire thing, he’d cum before you even touched him.

“oh my god, you’re so responsive, james.” you breathed, your touch becoming more confident as he seemed like he was enjoying it. “do you like that..? am i doing it right?”

“so- aagh, so good. yes, darling, k-keep going.” he whined when you circled your fingers around his tip. “g-gosh, please- aah..”

“tell me what you want, james, i want to learn.” you started to slowly stroke him, only for him to stop you, grabbing your wrist.

“no, want to cum inside you.” bucky spoke, absentmindedly, before realising what he had just admitted. you paused your ministrations, heart skipping a beat as his words sunk in.

“cum inside me.. like, inside my ass?” you asked, your voice a little shaky. “are you sure? i-i’ve never.. you know.” you trailed off, your face flushing red as you thought about the act.

“oh, darling, it’s okay. w-we don’t have to.” he pushed you back against the bed, and moved back in between your legs. “just let me make you feel good, okay?”

“you.. don’t have to worry about me. you’ve made me feel incredible already, james.” your hips jumped when he kissed your inner thighs. “i can take it.”

“are you sure? i don’t wanna rush you.” he looked up at you.

“yes, w-wanna make you feel good.” you cupped his face from in between your thighs. “i trust you, james.” his face flushed, you were so innocent, and so sweet, a huge contrast to him.

“you’re gonna kill me if you keep on sweet talking me like that.” bucky kissed your cheek, before letting you suck on his fingers. you sucked as well as you could, letting your drool drip down from the sides of your mouth. then, he pressed a finger into you slowly, making you gasp.

“it’s okay, you’re doing good.” he slowly thrusted his finger in and out of you, slowly stretching you open. soon after, he had three fingers in you, and you were moaning and gasping. “are you ready, darling?” you nodded diligently, face flushed bright red.

“please, do it.” he put you in a mating press, before he slowly pressed the tip against your hole, slowly entering you. you gasped at the stretch, grabbing onto his shoulders tightly.

“shh, i’ve got you.” bucky slowly entered you, inch by inch. when he finally sunk in fully, he rested his forehead against yours, breathing slowly. “you’re doing so good, i’m so lucky, so lucky to have you.” he started to slowly thrust, making you let out high-pitched whimpers that you didn’t even know were possible.

“y-you’re so.. haa.. so deep..” your head was thrown back as you let him slowly fuck you dumb. “feels so good..” you pulled his face towards you to kiss him, smiling softly at him. he started to thrust a bit harder, when he realised you’ve accommodated to his size, he hit your prostate perfectly, making you gasp for air with every thrust.

“you’re taking me so well.. nngh.. w-wouldn’t have it any other way.” he pressed your legs up against your chest, letting him fuck you impossibly deeper. all you could do was take it, letting him fuck you so good, you’d walk silly tomorrow.

“i-i’m gonna cum, james..” you whimpered, teary eyed as you spoke. “can i?.. p-please..”

“can’t say no to you, darling. not when i’m 9 inches deep inside you.” he leaned down to kiss you as you came, your cum spurting all over your abdomen. “aah- mmh, so good for me.” he started to thrust more frantically now, giving you a few harder thrusts before cumming inside with a groan. the both of you stayed together for a while, panting as you both came.

“i love you, sergeant.”

“love you too, officer.”

[ladystoneshart]

fuck it my unsolicited thoughts on the cat/ned/jaime/cersei non-canon couplings: could they fix each other?

ned x jaime: yes. ned would give jaime a honour boner so massive he would be compelled to become an actual human being (similar to what happened after brienne beat the shit out of him in asos). idk what ned would get from the exchange but I don't think jaime could make him worse. the problem is they are both bottoms so idk how the relationship would actually work 🤷‍♀️

jaime x cat: kinda. cat would use jaime as her personal attack dog but she would also keep him on a tight leash so no more pushing kids out the window (unless they deserve it). cat tops.

cat x cersei: NO. THE most toxic, dangerous, sexy yuri in all of westeros. they would make each other SO MUCH WORSE. cersei would validate every single violent impulse catelyn has ever had and in turn cat would make cersei actually competent (really dangerous!). if those 2 were ever on the same side of a conflict there would be no stopping them. unless cersei got on her nerves and cat had to kill her after 2 weeks idk. they both fight for dominance but cat tops.

cersei x ned just ends with ned having to behead cersei with ice after she smothered baby jon in the crib and tried to pin it on maester luwin. cersei tops.

[year2000electronics]

If Mimi has gears in her, would she trust Mr. L to perform maintenance? What if they were stranded somewhere, and he was the only one who could help? Can she fix herself?

OO INTERESTING... SEE THE THING ABOUT MIMI'S GEARS. RIGHT. she clearly doesn't like to advertise it. as a shapeshifter she's certainly insecure about her identity and makes absolutely NO mention of that part of her. especially if you headcanon she was a failed attempt at a pixl (as her bar story speculates), i imagine it's such a sore spot that she tries to convince people that part of her doesn't exist/hide it

so for mr. l to not only see those, but also need to repair them, it would have to malfunction so bad that it becomes visible. like it starts smoking or something. and i think even then she'd only admit it to him if they *were* stranded somewhere or really far away from the others! i totally agree on that

of course after a few minutes of arguing it becomes obvious that mimi's gonna need mr. l to fix her up, so she reluctantly agrees to let him see

i 100% headcanon that mimi is able to fix herself up, but in equal measure, i don't think it'd be a very good or professional patch job... after all there's nothing in the world quite like her, and she ran away from her creators, presumably, which means she would have had to learn to fix herself by trial and error, with a lot of unconventional methods

but i think mr. l could be able to actually not only fix her up, but maybe even undo some of that damage from being all on her own with her machinery for years? idk. it would be sweet to me. seeing the minions all help better each other in their own unique ways.

TY FOR THE ASK i love talking about super paper mario soooo much

[soullessseraphim]

I see you don't really like shadownilla, (me either tbh) so I'm curious to see your take on other Vanilla ships? Purelily, for instance? Also your art is so marshmallow flavored :)

HI HI HELLOOO‼️✨️

So glad to see im not alone in this wagh 😭🙏 also,, thank you, very glad you like my art!!

As for other ships,, well,,, I've never exactly been a shipper in any piece of media I interact with to be honest. I am way more familiar with and active on oc x canon stuff. I don’t have any problems with PureLily, if anything it’s one of the ships which probably makes the most sense out of (vaguely gestures to the ancient x beast wave of content)... yeah. And while it’s not my cup of tea, it’s appealing, with the whole doomed romance scenario with her being Dark Enchantress... and the Beast yeast episodes gave us even more material to work with!! I do find it interesting because I personally view White Lily’s journey as letting go of her past mistakes to find her true self, and also maybe letting go of a desperate and unhealthy attachement to Pure Vanilla as he was the only one keeping in touch with her. As for Pure Vanilla's feelings towards her, I admit I have my own biases that kinda upset me when I think about him romantically loving her jdjdkd 😭(selfshipping and all KOF-) so take what I say with a grain of salt I suppose.

They probably had a crush on each other as kids. That I don’t mind. But as time progresses I wonder if that crush hasn’t developped into something that isn’t quite platonic but also isn’t quite romantic either. Did Pure Vanilla really love her? Or was he driven by that deep sense of empathy and benevolence he has and was trying to save her? I would say the line is a little blurry y’know. Pure Vanilla could very well be driven by genuine love for her but when does that love mingle with his own hurt and need for things to be fixed, people to be saved and close ones to be safe? Is it a romantic type of love or is that love the same he shows to everyone else?? Once again there could be genuine feelings involved but those could have been overrun by circumstances, hardships and pain, and a need to fix broken things when it would be healthier to let go, mayhaps.

(Edit, Adding this : It felt more like PV was clinging onto something which he was nostalgic about / gave him comfort in dark times than entertaining genuine romantic feelings... maybe im pushing it a bit but ye)

So yeah idk I believe they are at a point where they’ve both somewhat mended their relationship and while they might still have tender feelings towards each other, I don’t believe they want to pursue those, at least not romantically, and each are a bit more focused on themselves and their own journey. That’s what I like to think anyway.

I've seen poly ancients float around as well and while I don’t have a problem with it it still kind of bothers me a tad bit. People are allowed to be friends, and so are characters. Would you ship yourself with your homies in a polycule?? I don’t think so. I just believe it’s important to keep in mind that healthy, deep and strong friendships are possible, and while I do understand the appeal of shipping, I feel like it’s gone overboard more often than not.

People and characters can form platonic bonds over shared hardships, and I do like seeing the ancients interact as good ol’ pals. I wish people were a bit more normal about the characters sometimes a didn’t ship them as soon as they show a tiny bit of closeness and affection...

Ahem anyways hope my insight didn’t sound too dumb and im glad to be able to have this discussion ✨️🙏

[potato-lord-but-not]

Your most recent post I just made me think about John (because I’m always thinking about John) and if having his wrists pinned would freak him out. Like, the level of trust he would have to build with Oscar to give up what little control he does have, give up that little piece of autonomy he clings too. Idk your art makes me crazy and then I get thinking and here we are—

no you’re so right my god. I need to draw more of these three navigating being intimate because it makes me go INSANE. I need more John being reluctant to trust Oscar and Oscar being patient with him because he’s probably a little bit scared of him but also he knows what it’s like to be ignored and to lose some of your autonomy (I mean he’s coming from the religious trauma stand point but still you get me) NOW YOUVE GOT ME RAMBLING DAMN IT I need to draw them so bad

[rystiel]

i feel like poolverine easily could’ve been one of those “they’re flirty but it’s mostly unserious” situations, and for most of the movie yeah they were extremely gay, but wade’s been like that with other guys and it was never treated as a serious type of relationship before. they’re willing to die for each other, but even then the romantic aspect of their relationship could be glossed over because it’s a superhero movie, that’s just what they do, and they’re working together to save a whole timeline—it’s not just about them. but then the movie doesn’t end with them saving the day and moving on. i think this’s really the part that sells poolverine as a genuine relationship to me… logan’s leaving, and wade calls for him. he can’t stand to let him go. then he introduces him to his family, and logan stays. he doesn’t really need to stay, but they’ve both decided they’re better off with one another than without

[beanghostprincess]

Luffy not knowing about Zoro promising Sanji to kill him if he ever ends up losing himself makes me go feral because that's something they can only know about. Because Zoro's respect for life and death goes beyond anything, and Sanji knows he understands. Sanji knows that if somebody has to kill him, it's him.

And I don't even think it's because Sanji assumes Zoro's opinion of him is hatred and it would hurt less for him to do this, but because Sanji knows only Zoro would be able to treat the promise as it is. Because he would put Sanji's wishes before any feelings he has for him. It's not that Zoro doesn't care, but I think he respects people's ideals and decisions to the extent of being able to kill Sanji if he so desires.

That being said, he'd do it if there's no other way to fix it. If it's either dying or living as an emotionless machine, which is the same as dying for Sanji, Zoro would fulfill his promise. And there is just... Something about Luffy not knowing. Their captain. The man they're devoted to the most as if he were their God. Luffy doesn't know. It's something only the captain's wings are aware of and the thought of these two keeping this from Luffy until the end is just insane. Not even trying to make it romantic here, but the bond and respect these two have for each other is crazy.

Maybe it's the poetry of it all, too. Somebody like Zoro, who has looked at Death in her face multiple times and said "no", ending Sanji's life, who wants to give in to death to not experience a fate worse than death for him.

[moonilit]

why is polygamy not an option for Dick Grayson and im asking the writers, like he loves both Kory and Babs? I don’t see Kory and Babs being together but if they are ok with it Dick can be with both of them? Like he have a family in both the titans and gotham ?? Instead of this on and off with both that leaving everyone hanging let them be happy

[cerealmonster15]

i started playing persona 5 like a year ago or something but i'm really really really slow at only play a little every month or so , so like over time like a buuunch of ppl i follow keep picking up the game and zooming way past where i am which keeps giving me this weird disconnect of whatever tf akechi has going on bc i personally kept forgetting he existed til he was suddenly appearing on screen but i keep seeing like ten billion posts of him and joker like

but so far the very few interactions i remember having w/him have all been like

this is not the same guy i see in the fanart. i have not met that guy yet. whens he gonna go freak mode (dont answer that)

[rosykims]

having a lavellan who is kind of an absolute demon in her own right is so much fun because sure that cut content of "oh solas didnt deserve a happy ending but lavellan did" is lovely and worth centering in the conversation.... but you know what else hits? "oh my god i dont even care anymore" "if this is what it takes for them to both fucking LEAVE thedas then good riddance"

[yume-fanfare]

today's sidequest has been doing some scanning and cleaning of my mom's 1985 candy candy manga that's held together by tape. it was afaik the first manga that was ever published in spain, and it was both in color and flipped for western reading, in B5 format! this was a hardcover edition that compiled several shorter stapled installments of each manga chapter, that had been previously released by themselves

[elly-langford]

Honestly I can’t escape Spatort because I’m currently rereading one of my comfort books and guess how the murder victim is killed? Gardening equipment to the head

[wildtornado-o]

I might like them :3 Just A little.

The first drawing was lowkey (the pose, specifically) inspired by @a-pepper-honey 's fic The lake of promises Everyone should read it, it's so delightful <3

[crestofshame]

Edelgard is like THE fictional character ever to me. Like yeah she gets it. She gets me.

[dandyshucks]

nodding solemnly. i could fix him.

[mbat]

i saw empty templates and i knew just what to do