#pls affection

[birdstooth]

POV: u are a hostage just trying to read your novel

Christiiiinnnneeeeee 🥺🥺🥺🥺 pls affection 🥺🥺

#poto doodles 🏷️

[rafeandonlyrafe]

well 🧍‍♀️ as a reminder this blog is NOT a safe space for trump supporters but it IS a safe place for women, queers, trans ppl, people of color, undocumented people, and any marginalized group.

[tierras]

linktree compiling other places to donate

[heph]

BEAUTIFUL SHADE OF FORDTRAMARINE!

[gophergal]

Guilt tripping people does nothing but cause vulnerable folks to spiral and make folks who dont live with moral OCD feel negatively toward your cause

[ghostbredtt]

DOODLE DAY!!

btw!! thanks for 400 subs :D that's actually a crazy amount?? and. woah. love y'all 🫶

[hinamie]

so just know, I'm healing / even though it don't feel like it

insp

[kalofi]

luffy and his brick shithouse boyfriend

[deedra-posting]

Me when my best friend and I identify with V1 and Swordsmachine and suddenly it's about our friendship

Uhmmmmmm I like them yeag. Alt version under the cut

Nothing drastic just emojis lmao

[xianta]

hes doing his best

[bibannana]

Rex *finishing a briefing with the 212th*: See you out there boys. *makes finger guns and winks before walking off*

Obi-wan *blinks*: What?

Cody *absolutely disgusted*: Why?

Fives *wheezing*: He did it! He actually did it!

Echo *being held up by Waxer and Boil*: Mission successful!!

Ahsoka *grins and high fives them both*: We've been teaching Rex some modern slang.

Obi-wan *slowly blinks*: I can see that.

Anakin *enters*: Greetings my fellow friends!

Cody *shaking his head*: Force, they got Skywalker too.

Fives *grins*: Nah, he's always been like that.

Taglist: @staycalmandhugaclone @soliloquy-of-nemo @nekotaetae @jiabae @sexy-rex

[benetnvsch]

winged knkdz au.

haven't thought abt it much but everyone is either born w/wings or not and ofc those with wings have different culture/rituals vs those who do not.

dazai was born with standard wings, and knkd born with stunted wings. both his parents didn't have the winged genetics but somehow he got it via mutation in utero which caused them to form late and thus rlly small.

bc of this and the fact that his family is not winged, he grew up without knowing the standard rituals or behaviors amongst those who are winged.

Cue a very confused dazai trying to do typical flirting behaviors to an oblivious knkd

[cumcov3redangel]

Where’s my 24/7 emotional support dad?

[willowser]

ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴏɴ ᴀʟʟ ғᴏᴜʀs. werewolf kiri au.

you wake up under a mountain of furs.

light comes flickering from the hearth and, warm and welcoming as it is—you've no idea where you are.

you don't recognize the inside of the cabin; it's certainly not yours, nor is its layout that of any you’ve seen in the village. it's rather plain, with a singular window and table and chair and small fireplace, empty enough that you wonder how anyone could live comfortably with so little.

outside, the winter storm rages on, and there's a howl that cuts through the air that strikes bone-deep.

all at once your memories come back to you: dragged through town with bound hands and ankles, in only a thin night dress, screaming with all your might as the physician that delivered you into this world tied you to an old pine, along with the priest and the man that sold you blueberries in the spring.

people you knew and loved. had trusted.

the memories become hazy after a while, darkening with the night that crept in. you remember your body losing its feeling, but not its fear. you remember the violence of the storm, breaking trees and branches and uprooting the forest floor. you remember the horrible and hulking shape of something rising in the moonlight.

the door shoves open then, with enough force to send you scurrying back into the corner of the room. the blizzard tries to rush inside, but a man stands in its way, leaning back against the wood to keep the wind and snow out where it belongs. he's—big, as tall as the frame and just as wide, with thick hair that he's tied back, messy and low.

he's rosy in his cheeks and on the tip of his nose, as bright as the eyes that snap to you the moment you dare to breathe.

he doesn't say anything, at first. the bag of firewood he sets at his feet settles as he turns to you in interest, eyebrows raised. the clothes he's wearing look—old and worn, certainly not suitable for the storm roaring outside, with the holes and tears in the fabric. the boots he has on, however, seem heavy, have his steps echoing when he moves further into the room.

you pull your knees up to your chest and try to shrink away; beneath your thin dress, your skin has pebbled up, reminding you of just how vulnerable you still are.

your fear translates; the man stops on the other side of the little table, breathing in deeply before raising his hands up in what reads as surrender.

"hello," he finally says, and when you don't respond, he places a thick hand to his dark-haired chest and introduces himself as, "eijirou."

he nods emphatically and then repeats himself, as if to reinforce the name. you only grant him a small nod in return—and he smiles. it's wide, stretching across his face, and friendly, authentic enough that you question whether you're as damned as you thought, or perhaps saved.

how did you even get here? the question finally thaws out from the recesses of your brain and you take another look around the room as if the answer lies between the wood or nestled into the furs. this place looks too hand-crafted, you realize, all of it—and the man before you looks like he could move mountains, if he wanted to.

the chains that had bound you were iron-strong and didn't once budge in all your thrashing, before things went dark—but now you are inside by a well-maintained fire, warm and free, and all that remains of your ill fate are the indentions worn into your wrists.

he's still staring at you, the man. eijirou. he's not moved any closer, either, and when you meet his curious gaze, his lips twist and his eyes narrow. a thoughtful noise comes out of his mouth, like he's thinking of what to say or how to say it, and you're reminded that you don't recognize where you are, nor do you recognize him in the slightest.

big as he is, you don't think he could have carried you too far in a snowstorm such as the one still raging outside; are you still somewhere deep in the forest? in a cabin at the heart of the wood? saved by a man that somehow survives with so little out in the middle of nowhere?

"eijirou," you test the name on your lips and he perks up at the sound, attention snapping back to you instantly. you don't know if it's winter seeping through the floor, or if it's in the way that he watches you, that makes you shiver.

finally, he asks, "cold?" and when you nod, he slowly makes his way over to you, carefully, as if approaching a deer ready to run.

—and then he sheds his shirt with a quick shrug and holds it out to you.

you should want to look away, for decency sake, but you're—stunned by it, by him. there's a litany of scars that paint him in odd and worrisome places, but he stands tall and strong before you, unbothered by his own state. unbothered by the eyes that run over the expanse of his bare shoulders, the dark, thick trail of hair running down from his belly button, the ripples of muscle his loose shirt did well to hide.

you take it from him carefully and it's so warm, almost hot, that you press it to your face immediately to chase away the chatter of your jaw. the material itself, however ragged, is big enough to drape over your curled form like a blanket, and so you do just that. it carries the earthy smell of the woods, deeply woven into the fabric; pine and musk and something smoky.

with your cheek still pressed to his shirt, you look up to thank him, at last, but the words still in your throat at the minute changes of his face: still smiling, though sharper now, somehow, and his eyes are still wide with that keen, rapt interest—but the crimson to them has set like the sun and they've grown just as dark as the night outside.

[flowerakatsuka]

clingy ass

[bluegiragi]

Hello! So I had a question abt dragons. In your AU do every rendition of dragons exist? Like Price seems like a very western dragon, do eastern dragons exist as well? Like a hydra, Wyvren, or Chinese dragons? It would definitely be interesting seeing a more asian inspired dragon.

Also, love your art, makes my day <3

YES. ABSOLUTELY. THEY ABSOLUTELY DO. god. thinking about drawing a chinese dragon hybrid...ouughhhh...if i had a cod oc, know that i wouldve made them a chinese dragon hybrid in this au