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[alelinemesis]

Mi when she/he likes tawog and their favorite character is Rob:

[chaoticmazzy]

My aim for October is to break a Slump iv been in and get back into drawing for myself So I am going to be drawing 1 thing I'm obsessed with atm, the Hermits of Hermit craft, useing a wheel picker I will try to doodle something of a hermit each day. I work as a furry artist so Im so used to having solid character refs..this will be a challenge!

B-dubs has mossy kitty ears under his moss coat.

[kittykai1103]

Summary: You and Nanami had reservations tonight for you anniversary an arguably very important event but sadly or not so sadly you wouldn’t be making it.

Warning: Smut( in pt2 :’))

Black fem reader

Pt:1

Here you were sat on your bed that you shared with your favorite man in your beautiful red dress that you picked out months prior to this special evening silver shoes tossed to the side of the bed, a unflattering mix of eyeshadow and mascara streaming down your face from the fresh hot tears that spilled out of your eyes. You had been sat like this for a good minute or two after coming to the realization that you wouldn’t be making it to your reservation at a restaurant Nanami promised he would take you to for your 2nd anniversary. You understood very well that Nanami was a extremely busy man and you also grew to know that if anything put a bump in his plans he would make you aware of it so for him to not call you or text tonight of all nights it was extremely confusing and very upsetting.

About an hour and a half had passed before you heard the front door to you and Nanami’s apartment open. Within that time you were able to get yourself undressed, shower, cry a little more, message your best friend about what was happening, haircare, and order take-out all with no update from Nanami. There you laid on your couch with your pajamas on which consisted solely of one of Nanami’s long t-shirts, fuzzy Ugg slippers and your black bonnet. When he walked through the door he didn’t even notice you watching him he just turned around and closed the door locking it after and hanging up his coat. When he finally did look at you he stopped like you could see him tense up, more than he usually was. The look on his face was an expression you never seen from him, it was a mix of embarrassment, anger and sadness. Honestly for a second you felt bad for being so upset with him after seeing how exhausted he looked when he finally relaxed.

“ What happened” you said staring directly into his eyes.

“ I’m so sorry” he said tensing up at the sight of fresh tears collecting in your eyes

“ why didn’t you call or text? That’s the least you could have done Kento.” You said your voice slightly breaking.

He just stared at you silently seemingly trying to alleviate some of the tension.

“ I’m sorry” he said again taking a pause to let out a sigh, “ I got caught up at work and i know I should have called or texted but… I figured I would be done in time,” he said a dissatisfied look on his face hoping that his very true answer would be enough for you. You just sat and looked at him with a puzzled expression.

“ you had me sitting here for almost two hours because you wanted to finish your work, you couldn’t call or text your wife on your anniversary because you were trying to finish your work kento, really?” You questioned irritation very evident in your tone.

“ yes” was all he said internally hoping his short answer wouldn’t cause an argument. “ I know I’m not going to be able to but please just tell me how I can make it up to you,” he said quite literally getting down on his hands a knees in front of you on the couch, hands rubbing up and down on your thighs.

“ Are you seeing someone else Kento?” Your question surprised even you. Nanami’s hands froze at their position on your thighs his eyes going wide. You knew that there was no way in hell he would be cheating on you, he wasn’t that type of man but the long nights alone you were sadly used to had your mind wondering to that question over and over again and tonight it just pushed it’s way passed your lips.

“Why would you ever think that?” He questions standing up in front of you, a look of pure shock and disbelief evident on his face.

“ because your never here and I understand that you work the hours you work-”

“ I’m not cheating on you ok, I’m not. I would never do that to you love you know that and I know that,” he said grabbing your hands with one of his while lightly putting his other one on your cheek. “ I don’t want anyone else in this world other than you ok, I’m sorry I was so late, I will make it up to you in every way I know how,” he says leaning in to place a soft kiss on your lips

“Ok,” you said with a sigh fully believing everything he was telling you, pulling him in again for another kiss.

Your lips begin to move in a soft passionate kiss slowly becoming more rough as he pushes your thighs apart resting his thigh in between them to keep your legs separated. You wrap your arms around his neck pulling him in trying to get closer to him, gripping and tugging at his blonde locks as he slips his tongue past your lips causing you to moan into his mouth. The two of your tongues moving together as you both occasionally nip at each others lips.

A few moments after…

Pt2

[grolarbear]

Wallpaper for my tablet!

Sorry for not posting much! My tablet hasn't been workin' well and I kinda save up for a new one. :(

[angeilix]

Rant

For the people pleasers.

Honey okay ill start off with the fact that a lot of people arent your friend and you need to realize that. Those people who make remarks, point out every little single detail, make you question yourself, make you feel like shit.. make you feel messed up? Those aren't your friends and they never will be.

Stop trying to make yourself likeable when you'll never be able to be likeable enough for everyone. That also begs the question, would you rather have a small group of friends who love you for who you are or would you rather have a whole building of friends who will turn their backs against you in any minute?

So many people aren't actually your friends, don't treat them nor call them it. Speech matters, your words matter. The title friend should be earned, why should they be your friend if they havent done anything to prove that they are..? So many people are just parasites and there are only a small fraction of people who are actually willing to be honest with you and respect you. Those people will come naturally to you and accept you for who you are.. if you find yourself feeling like you have to fake yourself to be liked then honey, what are you doing? Who are these people, my love? Do you even know them that well? Do they know you? Why do they matter so much to you?

You need to realize that you don't need much to be happy, and that you never will need much to be happy. I've seen so many people be afraid of being alone once they cut off their friends but babe, like so many other people say, its so much better to be alone than to not be alone and be surrounded by fake friends.

It's alright to communicate your limits, your needs. You won't be losing anything, you'll only be getting rid of the people who step on you and the people who benefit from you not speaking up for yourself. People who actually are your friends will never be offended by you stating your boundaries. They'll respect it, and they'll respect you more.

The people who do get offended are the people who you don't need in your life, the people who only want to use you, for your energy, for your time, for anything you have. Because people are greedy.

Stop thinking that you're not capable of it because these people are walking all over you. You are, but they don't think you are. Don't let their opinions get to you. They'll get offended by you stating your boundaries because they're used to you not having any. So the second you tell them off, they'll get mad. Don't fret, you don't need them.. it's how you find out that they weren't an actual friend.

It'll hurt, but would you rather be deceived? And stop thinking that this is the best you'll get because then it really will be. What you believe will shape your reality. Honey, i want you to realize that you can get better and you can get the best for you. If you believe you can get better, then you will. And if you believe you don't then you won't be able to. But see that's the problem, if you dont think you can it simply just means you 'think' you can't. Change your way of thinking.. it isnt impossible

Start small. Start saying no to little things you don't actually wanna do, and everytime you start getting comfortable with it start increasing the level of what you say no to.. you can say no to something as simple as them offering you a drink, them asking you for a small favor, a small insult, if you don't want it or don't want to put up with it nor do it. And eventually you can start saying no to big things like them venting to you when you don't have the energy to put up with it, cutting off people who have disrespected you, and so much more.

If you don't think you can do it then realize that you just aren't used to doing it. It's not that you can't, it's just that you've never tried it. So you're rejecting it. But i beg you, try it. And I'm sure you'll be able to do it. It doesn't have to be perfect, it just has to be a start. A start that's good enough. It's alright if it's a bad start, at least it's a start.

If you don't think you can do it then why don't you think you can do it? Give yourself advice that you would give to another person struggling with the same issue. And apply that to your reality. It isn't that you can't do it, it's that you think you can't do it.

Follow your intuition. How to differentiate between intuition and emotion? Simple. Intuition comes like a fact, emotion comes like a feeling.

[cryptic-edgy-boi]

What stars are aline because i have been fucking feral.

Kinks are back and worse than ever 🤣

[wolfdude-8]

Different comics I made based on my life.

[therealtheodeckerr]

Tw for SH scars if needed!!

We are gonna need to ignore the other drawing, I don’t like it. :-(

Meet me bc I’m pretty cool I think !! :-)

#art #meettheartist #meirl #idkwhatelsetotag

[beaaa-luuuv]

John Wick edit 💪🏼 (I WORKED SO HARD ON THIS, DON’T FLOP, PLS-) || #fyp #keanureevesedit #idkwhatelsetotag

[beaaaluuuv]

If someone would want to watch Keanu movies with me, I would marry them on the spot, not even joking.

#Keanu Reeves #Movies #80s #2000s #Serious #Marriage #Idk #Help me #idkwhatelsetotag

[chatnomscookies]

Underneath The Peach Tree

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

> pairing: Diluc Ragnvindr x gn!Reader

> genre: fluff, angst not really it’s more of just a vent, modern day

> wc: ~2.7k

> authors note: teehee I wrote this while lowkey upset with my bf-not-bf on boyfriends day so it is not very good lolz

_________

The first time you saw the peach tree, it was barren. Dark branches reached to the sky, barely grazing the clouds that flew high above them, and roots spread deep beneath the earth, keeping the tree rooted despite the fickle storm that raged around it.

You didn’t really want to go there, but the rain was beating down on you hard, and even though it had nothing but emptiness to offer, it was better than nothing at all, right?

So you ran over to it, gripping your umbrella tightly to shield you from the thundering storm and praying that it would be over soon. Your hand fell to your side and grazed against a carving in the trunk. If only you had the time to check it out. Alas, trying not to be blown away by the wind came first.

_________

Your second meeting with the peach tree was in the spring after the storm. The dark branches were now covered in pink blossoms, which cascaded down and danced around you as the wind blew them in a flurry. The ground around it was blanketed with fragile petals, which looked as if they would be blown into dust at the slightest touch.

You walked up to it, running your hand along the wood to try and track down the carving from before. Finally, you came across it once more. But this time you noticed more around it- each one decorated with hearts, and worn with time.

Initials stained the bark, and not a single one was alone. Pairs of letters tattooed the peach tree, confessions of love carved permanently into it’s skin.

Suddenly, the wind blew up in a hurry. The graceful dance of the peach blossoms was replaced with an urgent frenzy around you, like a tornado ready to swallow you up. Flowers were forcefully ripped off of the tree, added to the every growing cyclone.

You almost fell back out of pure surprise, but caught yourself at the last moment, giving a mournful glance to the tree as it returned to how it once was, barren with nothing to show except scars of the past, memories that had yet to fade.

_________

Your third visit to the peach tree was one hot summer night, when things were getting to be far too much to handle. You collapsed beneath the branches, shoulders shaking with each gasping breath.

The air was silent, and much too still. No blossoms danced around you, but instead laid at your side in a melancholy fashion. The tree had finally begun to bear fruit, but it was all rotten and mushy, fallen and in the midst of returning to nature.

It felt like a whole lot of nothing. Like the world had finally given up on you, and this would be your final resting place. Like the peaches, you would lie here and return to the earth. Your gasps gradually died down, replaced by quiet sniffles as you wiped your eyes again and again, to rid them of the last bit of tears before you had to face your home.

Home. The thought rested on your mind like an unsettling flavour. Home meant safety. Home meant happiness. Then why wasn’t it like that? Why was home just so much…nothingness?

The thought weighed heavily on your mind, soaking your thoughts with a tinge of depression.

So maybe that’s why it scared you when you saw the red haired man standing in front of you. And maybe that’s why you broke into tears again as he looked down at you.

“Hey are you ok- Ah, I’m sorry. Did I do something wrong?” His voice was comforting and warm, like hot chocolate and cookies after a particularly terrible trek through a storm.

You tried to speak, but you couldn’t even get out a simple apology through your sobs and sniffles, only shaking your head vehemently to answer his question.

But it was okay.

He just nodded with a soft smile, and sat down next to you. He didn’t say a word as he rested a hand on your head, and pat it, like you were a good little puppy who had just been rescued from certain death, and he was your merciful owner who was rewarding you for being such a good boy.

And it worked. Gradually, you calmed down again, burying your head in your arms as he sat silently. Finally, you were able to speak, croaking out words with a dry, cracking voice.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to- I shouldn’t have- I-“ Your tongue felt like it was tying itself in a knot, tripping over your words as you tried to apologize for what you had done.

“Hey. Don’t worry, it’s okay. Is everything alright with you?” His tone was sincere and welcoming. It reminded you of your grandmother’s cookies, soft and chewy and maybe a tad too sweet, but after all, you had always liked them that way, so it was okay.

And those simple words had done it. You felt like you were at the brink of tears again as you just shook your head and wailed once more, slumping over and pouring your heart out to this charismatic stranger, who had yet to introduce himself.

You didn’t mind though, because it was better for him to remain nameless. That meant that when it came time to part ways, you wouldn’t be nearly as upset. That meant that it would be okay for you to cry to him and then forget him the moment he left. Because in all honesty, you were never going to see him again. This was a one-time occurrence, and you were okay with that.

So you wailed and pouted and cried and sobbed, and told the red head everything that was troubling you, and everything that didn’t trouble you, and everything in between. You told him about the aches of your heart, and the long lost memories of home that you wished would come back. You told him about the wilted peach blossoms that flew across your vision, and the rotten fruit that made up your lunches. You told him everything and nothing, anything that waltzed into your mind.

And he nodded and listened with a smile, offering his opinion occasionally but mostly just letting you spill your guts out to him. He patted your back as you heaved, and held you with a sympathy you had never felt before. And just like that, the evening had fallen into nighttime, and the moon began to cast it’s shadow over the world.

“And I- I- I have to go! It’s getting so late!” Your mother would be so angry if you got home too late. And with the moonlight raining down on you like this, it felt like you had no chance of making it in time. You got up in a hurry, wiping your eyes one last time with your sleeves and looking at the stranger with a mournful smile.

“Thank you. I’m sorry.” And before he could get another word out, you ran off, not even looking back so as to wipe every moment of this experience from your mind. It was for the best.

_________

And like that, summer had come and gone, and you were back at school again. The monotony of repetition began to set in, like a brick on top of a bowl of jello. It took its time, but was gradually sinking in deeper and deeper.

Sitting in the dull class, your mind began to wander. Pink blossoms danced across your memories, clouding them with petals. You thought of that day, which now felt like many moons ago, when you had done what felt like the most embarrassing thing in your life- that is, tell all your troubles to an absolute stranger.

But whatever. It was in the past, and you would most certainly never meet that man again, right? The peach tree and it’s mysterious man were long gone now, perhaps withered away to nothing. It was silly to spend any more time thinking about them.

Though, try as you did, you simply couldn’t shake them from your mind. The roots of the two were ingrained in your mind, reaching far too deep to be weeded out.

So you did the only thing that made sense. That is, you went back to the peach tree. If you can’t beat ‘em, may as well join ‘em, right? At least, that’s what everyone always said, as far as you could recall.

The day was crisp and clean as the bell rang to dismiss you, like a shiny apple freshly picked from an orchard. The peach tree was where it always had been, vigilantly stationed upon that hill, as if it was a dragon protecting a secret treasure.

For now, there was no one else there. But you could wait a bit, you had the time. You held your coat closer to you and plopped down underneath one of the outstretched branches.

Autumn had clearly had it’s toll on the tree, now devoid of blossoms with only frail leaves left to be offered to you, and even those were slowly being stripped from the tree, picked off one by one by the relentless winds. It’s thick, gnarled branches were outstretched as if in prayer, begging for it’s beauty to be returned.

You sat there, enduring the chill of fall, for what felt like days, months, years. Finally, you gave up. You had wasted your chance, and now he would never return again. What a terrible predicament this was. But what could you do? You just packed up, letting out a heavy sigh as you trudged back home.

_________

The stifling tension of depression had set in once more. There was nothing left at home for you anymore. It was the place where your heart had thrown up, and then shattered into a billion pieces. So you went to the only place you knew.

In the dead of winter was when the peach tree looked the most majestic. Thick snow blanketed it’s branches, mimicking the clouds that stormed relentlessly above. It was held in stark contrast to the pale winterscape around it, a dead black compared to the sickly white.

You could see your breath as you walked up to it. Tainting the clear air, creating small clouds that fogged up your vision. Every heartbeat was as loud as a drum, a painful reminder that you were still here, alive, and stuck in a flurry.

Your heavy boots left deep footprints in the snow, a trail leading to where you collapsed, head resting on a soft cushion of snow as you simply laid there, mind alive with thoughts, yet dead with silence at the same time. Emptiness enveloped you. Not sad, yet not happy. If anything, it was void of emotion, like a robot, although you doubted robots could ever experience the heart wrenching pain you were going through now.

You could feel tears pooling up in your eyes, creating a sheen that shielded your view from the world. The thick feeling of sadness fell into your throat, blocking off your air and making it feel like you would suffocate at any moment.

The sound of crunching snow filled your ears, interrupting your self-loathing for a moment as you frantically sat up and wiped off your tears, sniffling and trying your best to make it unapparent how much you’d been weeping only moments prior. You were met once more with a view of the red haired man from before, as he smiles regretfully down at you.

And then suddenly, it was okay. Well, not really. And yet it was. You could feel yourself choking up again as you tried to muster up words to explain yourself but- nothing. You only let out a few choked sobs, before curling up and pulling your knees to your chest. It was too much to handle right now.

And again, he didn’t say a word. Instead, he sat in the snow next to you, placing a hand on your shoulder as you tried to keep yourself from breaking out into tears again.

But it wasn’t enough. It never is, is it? No matter what you might do, the storms returned in full force, snuffing out what little flames of hope may have remained.

You fell onto him, at this point crying heavy tears that stained his shirt as you curled up into his side, trying to rub your eyes and nose clean of the snot and tears that refused to leave you alone. You couldn’t even get a single word out, only a few whimpers in between the wails of agony.

And he just nodded, and put his arm around you as you sobbed, gently patting your arm to reassure you. Everything would be alright.

Yet the question ran through your mind, like a comb running through hair, over and over to get every last knot out. Would it be alright? How could he say that, when he knew so little of your plight? How could he know everything would be alright, when so far everything has been exactly the opposite? Everything wouldn’t be fine. It couldn’t.

Still, you laid there in his arms, listening to him as he comforted you and began to pat your head once more. He started off talking about how everything would be okay, and how things had a way of fixing themselves and all that crap. Once he saw that it wasn’t helping in the least, though, he changed his tune. He began to speak of seemingly whatever, telling you tales about his idiotic brother, and stories about what his father taught him when he was younger.

He stroked your hair and talked in that warm voice of his, soft like a cloud and smooth like honey. His touch was gentle, pulling at your hair just enough to not hurt it as he combed his fingers through. He even removed his gloves, leaving his hand free to the biting cold, though he didn’t seem to mind.

Finally, the winds died down and the world was quiet again. Your mind was silent, although not empty, as his words filled the void that was once there.

Eventually, he stopped talking. The moon was hanging low in the sky at this point, as the last few rays of sunlight bade farewell to the land that they had been bathing. You looked up, eyes finally dry, with a bit of confusion, only to be met with a soft smile as he placed a hand on your head again.

“Diluc. Diluc Ragnvindr. You didn’t ask but, I felt you should know.”

And finally, your vow of silence broke, as you mustered a smile of your own, alongside a response.

“y/n.”

_________

Since that day, you and Diluc had become inseparable. Every moment you weren’t with him, you were texting him, or thinking about him, or writing about him. Your mind became flooded with thoughts of him, your days serving only to pass the time until you saw him again.

The peach tree was your place of sanctuary, where you two would meet every friday, whether for a picnic or just a small chat, in rain or shine. The tree itself grew older by the day, filled with blossoms and juicy peaches, perfect for the most luxurious of pies.

And eventually, your names joined the menagerie that had been situated there. Carved within a heart, just another reminder of a couple that the peach tree has blessed.

And then, one spring night, it finally happened.

The wind was softly blowing, pushing your hair out of your face, and throwing his hair into your eyes. The sun was just dipping beyond the horizon, sinking as the sea of nighttime enveloped it.

Blossoms fell and flew around the two of you, creating the perfect storm of pink petals. And finally, he did it. You felt his lips lock with yours, like a pair of puzzle pieces that had been reunited after far too long.

The kiss was warm and buttery, like your grandmother’s cookies. You melted into it, savouring the sweet sensation. It was perhaps a bit too sweet, but after all, you had always liked it that way, so, for once, everything was okay.

-The End-

[alelinemesis]

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[funtaleau]

Im on my Soriel mood again no need to ask. I really like these two :3

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[liverditty]

Wanted to make some Skeppy and Badboyhalo fanart since I’ve been binging their videos since the last week haha :p

[galaxysugarr]

I was feeling a bit old school and drew me first obsession! Haha wow its been awhile. I still love em though <3

[rosesarethorny]

random thought.

okay so whenever i see a white/gray owl with an angry expression, i automatically think it’s bokuto and freak out about how whoever designed that thing could be a fellow fan of haikyuu. can’t just be me, right? 

p.s. this thought got stuck in my head the other day and just won’t go away so here i am writing it down