#they kiss once

[justpassingbii]

Chapters: 1/1

Words: 501

Fandom: One Piece

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Trafalgar D. Water Law/Reader

Characters: Trafalgar D. Water Law, Reader

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Ear Piercings, Swearing

Summary:

(Y/N) is getting her ear pierced at home and Law is helping her. He kisses her to try to distract her. Keyword: try

[xamitras]

For many of years I had this tradition of drawing Wirt and the beast once a year to see how much I have improved, then depression hit in 2023 and couldn't continue, but it left so really amazing art in the process

[lyrasring]

This tweet made me chuckle because i had never considered that THIS is what Armand was suggesting their wall should look like, which then led me to two thoughts:

1. Armand is into bright colours for decorations (at the very least, a lot of yellow), so i take it as even further confirmation that, as many assumed, the dark grey, muted, minimalist look was mostly Louis' doing, which makes sense as an external representation of his state of mind and his depression.

2. Ai Weiwei is a highly political artist, with many works about freedom of speech. This show is never subtle about the art they mention, and this case is nothing less: when you zoom in, the wallpaper consists of beautiful compositions of...surveillance cameras.

So many details for a piece of art they didn't even include. I love this show.

[hinamie]

surprise it's yuri!!!in 2024

[guardian-of-soho]

Still stuck on how Aziraphale ate that meat like he was starving. Like he’d been starved for millennia, and he hadn’t even known it, because he’d never once been fed. But we know they don’t have to eat (nor sleep, etc.), so what he’d been starved for is pleasure. Being present in his body, feeling the joys and longings it could feel. Understanding what taste buds were made for. He hadn’t known; he’d never learned to miss it.

Now imagine what a kiss has done to him.

[hansoeii]

1941

[merlinmylove]

[triptychofvoids]

quick draw and trigonometry

[isjasz]

a hazy temptation -> stealing your breath definitelynottober day 9

well the prompt basically told me to do it so 💥👍

[ragingbullmode]

please... understand my vision.....

[tee-dohrnii]

Gale Dekarios Bridgerton :)

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I ended up coloring it whoops. I just wanted a new pfp, but then I ended up coloring it.

Plain bg as well

[raphaerolo]

This file is literally titled "kisskissfallinlove" in my procreate (very accurately) and ngl i got a little carried away with the lighting..

Edit: check out the finished work here

[weirdglassthing]

GRIMMORNING NATION RISEEE. Criminal lack of grimmorning on this site so I’m making it my personal mission to spread my propaganda

Ignore whatevers going on with torbek, even I don’t know. I just drew some lines for his body and called it a day

[olasketches]

I can’t contain it anymore guys… I absolutely love uncle sukuna. I am actually obsessed.

[hinamie]

domain expansion

[carebeardean]

Charles has always left Edwin little notes slipped between the pages of his favorite books, in his science equipment, places he knows Edwin loves. Just silly things—post its that say “hi Edwin :)”. doodles of Edwin with his nose stuck in a book. reminders to stock up on wolfsbane. but.

Then, post canon, Edwin tentatively starts dating people. And it’s ridiculous, because Edwin’s right there, all the time, but Charles..misses him a bit. And his heads a mess, and he can’t sort out what the hell he’s feeling most of the time, and whenever he tries to say any of it out loud it comes out rubbish.

So. He writes down some of the shit he can’t say right, and because he’s a coward, hides them so he doesn’t have to see Edwin’s face when he reads them.

then Edwin starts writing back.

Neat lilac blue little envelopes appear in Charles coat pockets. In his bag. Once, in his shoe? Some nights, Edwin will clear his throat and mention something from a letter, offhand, like they’re just picking up conversation, and Charles can pretend they are. That they always have talked about the basement, the belt, the nameless fear that chokes him every time Edwin walks out the door with someone else on his arm.

Sometimes he can’t. The words get stuck in his throat. Edwin’s not mad, he’s maddeningly, stubbornly kind about it, which is worse.

Some nights they trade. A secret for a secret. Charles learns about the novels Edwin used to hide under his mattress, about all the lonely years before Charles got there. About Simon.

Meanwhile, Edwin is losing his mind, because Charles has accidentally stumbled onto what was a fucking courting ritual in his time. Love letters were something engaged couples treasured for years, kept and reread over and over. (Edwin does. keep them in a special box, will take one out and trace the words, tuck it in his breast pocket for courage).

Edwin would rather have to reattach a limb again than lose Charles trust, all the dark and beautiful things he shares with Edwin only. He knows—knows Charles doesn’t mean to make him fall more in love with him.