#sitting at the beach

[vmkhoneyy]

I think if I could be the kind stranger in someone’s memory, that’d be enough.

[tiddiesoutwhenthetisout]

poseidon: get in the water.

ody: what?

poseidon, tucking hair behind his ear: i'm the water

[ozzyeelz]

Been thinkin about the sea recently

[32coconuts]

NAGITO BIRTHDAY BASH !!!!!!!!!!!!!

[deathflare]

taco date

[0spookymoth0]

If I see one more person say Odysseus cheated on Penelope I'm gonna rip out your ligaments like Typhon did to Zeus that one time

[happyheidi]

[shakespearian-love]

Just being with you ❦

[khickuwa]

you and the sea; and beauty is within the eye of the beholder.

[quinns-art-box]

SAIMATSU WEEK 2024 DAY 3: SWAP/SEASONS

i just wanted to draw them having summer fun on the beach!! i'm sure shuichi already knows that you can put a shell up to your ear to hear the ocean but he likes hearing kaede explain how it works

[nipuni]

Some photos of our trip to Galicia last week 😊 The weather was amazing, if a bit nippy for swimming, it didn't stop Nicolas though! [part2] [part3]

[alovember]

Fem college au style, bunny, and creek !! Hitting u w my woman beam

[mosaickiwi]

(sorry for any mistakes, English is not my native language) Hello, I hope you are doing well! Can I ask you for a drabble about the wedding day of an emotional MC who burst into tears because she thought that this day would never come and REDACTED, but without the “lavish ceremony” (lots of guests, wedding suits, huge celebration, etc.) (please forgive me, I hope I was able to express myself clearly, thank you very much and have a nice day!) ฅ'ω'ฅ

!!!

By law I must post wedding fic on Valentine's Day!!!

14 Days With You is an 18+ Yandere Visual Novel. MINORS DNI

~Wedding Day~

You nervously toyed with the ring in your palm, heart racing so hard it hurt. It was still difficult to believe what was happening. This was happening.

It was the same golden ring your partner had worn since you first met him. There wasn't a moment you ever saw them without it as he changed from a shy, stuttering mess in a cardigan to the clingy, dark-haired brat of a man you fell in love with more and more each day. Although the amount of rings they wore had grown.

That fateful day on the playground was something you couldn't even remember, and from what your companion told, you didn't want to. The second try was a far better memory for the both of you anyway. You were the one who proposed that time, catching them by complete surprise with the confidence you never usually had to ask anything of him. But you managed to do it.

And now you were the one who would put a ring on their finger.

“We haven't even started the vows,” [REDACTED] quietly said, pulling you from your thoughts. “Y'can’t be cryin’ just yet, Angel.”

“Am I crying?” The words came out hoarse from your already tightening throat. You hadn't realized. Sure enough, hot tears were streaming down your face as he gently wiped at them with his thumb. 

You tried to calm down, gazing up at him to distract yourself. Their voice had the same familiarly teasing tone it always did, but you could tell from the soft quiver to his lower lip that he was holding back his own tears.

“Yeah, it’s—” He let out a sound somewhere between a laugh and a sob, then hurriedly pushed his dark hair out of his reddening eyes. You wanted to tease him back about it, but you knew if you tried to speak again the tears would come flooding even worse. Another few moments passed as you both tried to collect yourselves.

Surprisingly, it took him a little longer. The tears on your cheeks had long fell and dried while he stood in front of you, eyes shrouded behind their bangs.

But after one more unsteady breath, he seemed to find his way again and look at you. “Are you ready?” they asked, a shakiness to their hands as he reached for the dangling chain around your neck—the necklace he’d given to you months ago once he’d found the courage to say yes to your proposal.

With your anxious nod of approval, he continued. Cool fingertips brushed at your collarbone, finding the silver clasp at the back of your neck and releasing it with a faint clicking of metal. The necklace fell loosely in his hands as he pulled it away. The golden ring easily slid from the chain and he rolled it in his fingers for a long moment, staring at it silently.

They were noticeably calmer this time, with a trembling smile that reached their eyes as he took your left hand and repeated himself. 

“Ready?”

[eatmy-customjorts]

they got knocked over by a wave

[temiree]

Here's Ryan building a sandcastle, and honestly, he's doing a pretty good job of it!

This was suggested by AnimalKingdom on Patreon last month for my monthly thank you image, and gosh, I still love how this one turned out. X3

[vintagehomecollection]

An heirloom daybed graces this paneled sitting room, which is part of a guest suite.

Private Palm Beach - Tropical Style, 1992