#so ... yeah

[withered--s0uls]

Also, apparently limbo/limbus (according to german results when looking into it) was never actually a belief taught at church. Rather a concept the people themselves came up with in medieval times.

It's also specifically catholic theology. So orthodox & evangelical/protestant Christians got not nothing to do with it lol. (At least not here in Germany)

[iamdkayyyyy]

🩰𓈒⋆⑅˚₊how could I ever leave?₊˚⑅⋆𓈒🩰 (seungcheol)

seungcheol x reader

(reader is a little dramatic depending on who you ask)

(a little angsty but not nearly enough to make you upset)

For my gorgeous coups stans, this is for you.

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The winter chill lingered in the air, a cruel reminder of the distance now sprawled between you and the one you loved most—seungcheol. You had always known his dreams would take him far, but watching him chase those dreams felt like a bittersweet ache deep in your heart.

It had been weeks since he’d returned from tour, and each day felt heavier than the last. You had tried to communicate, but all his messages felt distant, like echoes of the boy you fell in love with. You couldn't shake the feeling that he was drifting away, and it terrified you.

One evening, after a long day at work, you decided to stop by the dorm. The moment you stepped inside, laughter filled the air—a contrast to the solemn silence you felt in your own life. Your heart sank as you recognized the sound of his voice mingling with the other members' joyful banter. Was he happy without you?

Gathering all your courage, you knocked on his door. After a moment, cheol opened it, a bright smile instantly fading as he took in your expression.

“Hey… What’s wrong?” His voice was laced with concern, but you couldn't bring yourself to speak.

“We need to talk.” you managed to say, stepping inside. The atmosphere shifted as you sat on the edge of his bed, and he followed, concern etched on his face.

“What’s going on?” He reached for your hand, but you pulled away, you were not going to let him close when you felt so broken inside.

“We need to talk about us,” you said, avoiding his gaze and fidgeting with your fingers.

He frowned, a pinch of fear affecting his features. “I thought things were okay tho,” he said it almost like a question

“No, they’re not!” You burst out, the emotions you had bottled up spilling over. “Of course, they're not! You’re always gone. You barely text me, and when you do, it’s like you’re a million miles away. I feel like I’m losing you, and I don’t know how to hold on anymore.”

Tension accompanied by silence enveloped the room, thick and palpable. You watched as the boy processed your words, his expression shifting from confusion to hurt. “I… didn’t realize you felt this way. I thought I was doing everything to make it work.”

“You were,” you whispered, your voice wavering. “But it feels like you’re more focused on your career than us, and I can’t keep waiting for you to come back.”

He stood up abruptly, his movements frantic. “That’s not fair! I’m trying. You have to believe me.”

“Then stop trying to convince me and just be here,” you pleaded, feeling the tears prick at your eyes. “I love you, you know I do, but I can’t keep feeling this way. It hurts too much.”

The pain in your voice was obvious, and S.Coups clenched his fists as if fighting to keep his emotions in check. “I never wanted to hurt you. I would never hurt you on purpose baby. You’re everything to me,” he confessed, taking a step closer. “But you’re right… I’ve been so caught up in everything that I forgot what really matters.”

You looked away, unable to meet his gaze as the tears spilt over. 

“Please don’t cry,” he pleaded softly, kneeling in front of you. “I can’t stand to see you like this.”

“Then prove it. Prove that you still want this, you still want us,” you said, your heart racing as you fought for hope.

He reached out, gently cupping your cheek, forcing you to meet his eyes. “I’m so sorry for making you feel this way. I’ve been scared—scared that if I focus on us, it would steer me away from my goals. But I don’t want to give up on either … especially not on you.”

“Then what are we doing?” Your voice trembled, the ache in your heart a mix of hope and pain.

He took a deep breath, determination igniting in his gaze. “I’ll make it work. I won’t let you go. how could I ever leave when you mean everything to me?”

At that moment, the walls around your heart began to crumble. You were enveloped in a warmth that was undeniably Seungcheol. You locked eyes, and with an unshakeable will, he pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around you.

The weight of uncertainty began to lift as you melted into his embrace, the rhythm of your heart matching the beats of his. “I want you,” he murmured into your hair, holding you tightly as if letting go would shatter both of you. “And I promise to show you that I can balance everything—I choose you.”

As you looked up to meet his gaze once more, the warmth radiated in your chest replaced the bitterness of doubt.

“Together, then?” you asked, a faint smile breaking through your tears.

“Together,” he echoed, his own smile spreading wide. And in that moment, everything felt right again.

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Guys I hope you like thissss, I tried rlly hard. ❤️👻❤️👻❤️👻❤️👻

[vanillray]

Lebanese…

[pretentious-clownery]

emotional thinking about qpr sonadow. emotional thinking that they are destined together no matter what, no matter the world, the circumstance, the consequence. thinking about how they try to run away but bump into each other. something will always tie them together, each iteration different. sometimes it will be fate, other times it will be themselves. they need not a god to be so devoted in every sense of the word.

and it is not romantic necessarily. its probably not platonic. its a mix of both and nothing at all. its a silent agreement, yet so loud.

[dragonofsapphires]

look at this lil guy he's my favorite fictional character of all time he's the best he's my son

i drew this btw

[akiizayoi4869]

For anyone dumb enough to thank Trump and sees this as a "win", think again. This is anything but a win. It's a political stunt.

[davidtennan-t]

oh he is already such a great uncle, giving her the look of ‘I’m supposed to be retired but for you? Say no more, we’ll sneak away tomorrow, your wish is my command’

[verkomy]

when you look into the mirror are you even there?

[okkalo]

a lovestruck miya atsumu would do anything for you. he didn’t care about appearances and how he looked to anyone else. you were the one he desperately hoped would give him some type of approval, after all.

long day of walking and your feet are sore? he’ll do what he never would with anyone else and kneel before you like a damn dog, taking your shoes off for you and begin massaging your feet. something else sore? go ahead and tell him while he’s massaging and he’ll change his spot of focus without a second thought.

cold around him? he’s taking off anything he can to give to you in hopes it would keep you warm—please tell him to stop stripping in public. dropped something? oh, and it so happened to fall in the depths of the ocean? he’s diving right in. no equipment is needed for the best setter in the world (he almost died that day).

god forbid he see you with another man. he’s coming up to you like you’re a spiker he needs to claim, slinging his arm around you and butting straight into the conversation. if the guy’s far too close for his comfort, he’ll make sure to give you a big wet kiss on your lips as well. he’ll give you a list of reasons about why the other guy was far from your league once you two are alone as well.

miya atsumu hates losing after all, and he vowed to never lose you to another man.

[a-little-artsy]

hey fandom bursts through your door can i have drawing requests pls /nf

i want

i wanna contribute

to t he currently thriving fandom :3

why is my artstyle so inconsistent,,,

anyways j wonder how my last post wen

oH

[keferon]

Imagine me waving my lil hands for you to pick up your drink orders haha

Request from Jackalyote Designs are heavily based disformer’s art

Aaand Constructicons + Jazz + Prowl for tacocatjones. That was..supposed to be a sketch but I got carried away :]

[sabh0]

Old Chuuya drawn over that Angel with a Shotgun nightcore version thumbnail

for that one person asking about it muah

[tiredtrashpandaart]

BONUS COMIC!

this is the origin of moon being able to swear :3

i decided to get this bonuc comic ive had fopr a while on patreon done while i am busy sketching moon's turn in the comic and i love how it turned out!

See stuff like this early on my Patreon!

[purrassicjet]

Thinking about the Bad Parents this episode because like, imagine your child, who's constantly burdened with the fate of the world, comes to you after school and says it's not enough. That they have to take the Last Stand exam and it's tomorrow. You have no time to take time off work to be with them, to be able to wait for them when they get home.

And then the next day you say goodbye in the morning, you kiss them on the head and tell them you love them. But you know that the next time you see them they will have died. You know that all the day you're at work, your child is fighting for their life in a drastic last stand. How do you focus with that knowledge? How do you move on, wondering if your child is already dead? That while your working or doing chores, your child could be lying on a sandy flood, dead, while all their friends fight for their lives?

How do you move past it? How do you live out that day?

[bananafire11]

Can you imagine if Wretched Jax and Carnival Jax could get along and become great friends? Or would the two of them fight until one died?

No, they wouldn't get along. Also, unless ive missed some lore, im pretty sure the carnival AIs cant exactly die so... wretched's got an annoying rat to deal with now /lhj

Less srs and more silly doodles below