#locks gallery

[garadinervi]

Nancy Graves, Simula, (oil on canvas), 1976 [Locks Gallery, Philadelphia, PA. © Nancy Graves Foundation, Queens, NY / VAGA at ARS, NY]

[its-so-lukewarm]

like nii-chan, like lil bro

but some things remain different no matter what

[the-meme-monarch]

they weren’t kidding that frisk someone can sure strange

anyway so the “see you in the next hell, losers” is inspired by this video ! it made me Think. undertale was their first hell(possessed by the SOUL), deltarune is their current hell(wants the SOUL back)

and the “try as you might, you continue to be yourself” is from when you get a second red flag in Ball Game in undertale ! thought it’d be ironic since. theyre kinda not acting like themself since they don’t have the SOUL anymore. not that they even really know who they were without it

also knight chara is here

[maochira]

[secretsofthewilde]

Lost text posts 3/6

[blueparadis]

[kazuusyan]

GIRLS!!

[batterygarden]

[lesbianjesus-gideonnav]

*slaps harrow's buzz cut head* this bad boy can fit so many souls in it

[luchicm04]

Locked out of heaven🌺

How would you describe pearl and rose's relationship? I mean, I love pearl and pink diamond gave her freedom and all but, I dunno... seems to me that she spent A LOT of time mourning her. At least now it looks like she finally moved on.

Posted date: 03/11/21

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[garadinervi]

Nancy Graves, Ximbo, (oil on canvas), 1976 [Locks Gallery, Philadelphia, PA. © Nancy Graves Foundation, Queens, NY / VAGA at ARS, NY]

[its-so-lukewarm]

RIN ITOSHI | then vs now

[cizdimgaliba]

[offorestsongs]

stolen affections

oc x canon (Rook Hunt x Lysander)

a lil ficlet of some pre-relationship lilyarrow feelings. literally just ~600 words of pining and yearning and longing. also Lysander is so stupid bless his heart <3

Lysander never thought himself to be the type to reach for more than he was given. Gratefulness was molded into him ever since he was a small kid, happy for a little bit of free time or for some extra money to their name. Even now, living in an old, run down house, he was just glad to have a roof over his head. 

All until now. He cherished every person he could call his friend and every gesture of friendship that came with it. 

Except for him. Because it suddenly turned out that simple friendship wasn't enough. It hurt, even, to be reminded of it, to think that it was all the two of them were.

For the first time in his life, Lysander wanted more than life had given him. No time spent together, no sign of affection or warm word was enough for him. He wanted to reach and reach, see just how much he was allowed to take for himself. 

He never expected love to be greedy.

In Lysander’s defence, it really wasn't his fault Rook was. Well. Like that.

Sweet. Attentive. Keeping close to Lysander like a shadow. Bestowing compliments on Lysander like roses. Waltzing all up into Lysander's personal space and letting Lysander do the same. It made one's mind run with ideas.

Sometimes Lysander felt almost guilty for taking every opportunity so readily. Rook was being a dear friend to him, yet Lysander kept twisting their moments spent together into a dream of romance, just so he could quieten the longing in his awful, awful heart.

He used the easy camaraderie between them to lay his head on Rook's shoulder or lap when they studied or read together. Sometimes he leaned over to fix Rook’s hair, allowing himself to linger with his touch. In turn, he let Rook braid his hair — Rook was surprisingly good at it, gently parting Lysander’s locks, filling the time with his easy words.

Lysander saw Rook whittling, once, delicate figurines of hares and deer running through grass. He asked Rook to teach him, smiled at the way his eyes lit up with excitement. Lysander was no stranger to welding a knife, yet he gave Rook a helpless look, letting him guide his hands. Rook’s hands were bigger than his, more rough too, making Lysander flush. Rook noticed, because of course he did, and immediately went on, comparing Lysander’s cheeks to sweet flowers. Lysander basked in his words like they were sunlight.

He’d left his cardigan in one of the classrooms — not on purpose, he swore! But Rook had noticed him shivering from the cold and in a blink of a second wrapped his jacket around Lysander’s shoulders, ever the gentleman. He wrapped his arm around Lysander's shoulder too, pulling him close to his chest, until Lysander’s whole body seemed to be aflame.

He'd forgotten to give the jacket back, took it all the way to Ramshackle. It wasn't on purpose either, at least he liked to think it wasn't, but he wasn't going to complain.

He pulls the jacket closer around himself, buries his nose in the collar.

What a bad friend he is, he thinks as he fills his lungs with Rook's familiar scent. The forest and warm earth and sweat. Lysander could as well drown in it, would be happy to do so.

He's not sure how to be a good friend again but maybe he'll start tomorrow morning by giving Rook his jacket back. 

[mr-laveau]

In the NeXus household, we believe our hot private eye boyfriend and our cowboy boyfriend are both poly and they're so very gay. As it should be.

This art is bonus art from the latest episode of my series, NeXus which you can find here! If you wanna see the episode in question, go here!

[widowshill]

ROGER: You see, I'm willing to go to any lengths to be restored to your good favor. Now, I really want you to understand that when I shouted those words to you, it was just my… the pressures and the expression of my tension and not my true feeling for you at all. You do believe me, don't you? VICKI: Just what is your true feeling?