#this is kinda self indulgent

[halohalona]

here's a gif

[churomo]

analog horror

[mienar]

at the artist's loft

instagram | shop | commission info

[peachrtistic]

hi guys, little sketchie! not much art recently cus i'm a bit swarmed w other things ;{

[moechies]

cw domestic smut , angst + comfort darling cries a lil ><

“thank you f’loving me.”

you mumble against his cheek, pulling him against your chest impossibly close. your heart clenches with the vunerable words that unintentionally slipped from the clasp of your lips, avoiding his gaze; his confrontation.

his thrusts are slow and deep, pressing the corner of your shoulder up against the chilly wall, the rest of your body pliant against the sheets.

“don’t say that, baby.” he mumbles groggily, pressing a chaste kiss against your ear. it makes you shudder, combined with the loud slick slapping from down below; it’s all too much. “thank you for bein’ so lovable.”

“m— m not.” you breathe out accompanied with soft moans, feeling hiccups build in your chest, eyes squeezed tight preventing forming tears. your hand grasp around his bicep, tugging his warm envelopment tighter around the waist of your body, satisfied at the warm, honey skin that now squeezes against your soft tummy.

“d—don’t say that. don’t ya ever say that.” his thrusts grow slow but doesn’t stop, his pudgy tip dragging perfectly against the roof of your gummy walls. he forces his face out of the warm confinements of your collar, facing you with eyes full of— love, you’d like to say. but you don’t want to get ahead of yourself.

“i love you more than you can fathom, honey; love everything about you. don’t contradict y’rself, hm?”

“i— i love you.”

“know ya do.” he huffs, smiling when he hears that sweet giggle of yours; sweet thing. “i love you most baby.”

[spooky-pop]

Chores with dad 💙

(Midnight posting yet again)

[boar-cry]

you remind me of someone.

A while ago I read this headcannon that maybe Gliscor reminded Ingo of Emmet because of the smile. And a few days ago I realized Crobat looks awfully similar to someone else...

[st4rspup]

✮ agere coraline moodboard⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

✨|🌻|✨

[viveela]

It must be weird to live so long that an integral part of himself is now accepted, he'll need more time to get there too

[awearywritersworld]

when you knock on gojo's apartment door with a tear stained face and wobbly lips, he doesn't waste time.

and by that i mean he doesn't ask questions. he doesn't check the hall to see if anyone's around. he doesn't acknowledge the lateness of the hour.

no, he barely even processes the state you're in before he's pulling you against his chest.

and he holds onto your frame so tightly, as if you're his lifeline. though in this particular moment, it's undoubtedly the other way around.

the air surrounding the two of you remains quiet until he hears you stutter out his name.

"what happened?" he asks gently.

"i-i'm just overwhelmed," you mumble against the fabric of his shirt. "i don't understand why things always have to be so difficult."

even though you aren't entirely positive you're making sense, he hums in way that makes you feel understood.

"do you wanna talk about it?"

you shake your head no. the thought of having to discuss your problems evokes an uncomfortable feeling of dread in the pit of your stomach.

you just want to be held, and gojo is happy to oblige. "alright."

he doesn't say anymore, nor he does he move an inch, save for the small circles his thumb is drawing against your shoulder blade.

he stands there with you until you decide to pull away from him and really, he doesn't mind one bit. he's positive that there isn't a single thing in the world more deserving of his time.

[bytebun]

my piece for @thecodywanzine! thanks to the mods who let me go completely ham and cheese on this bad boy. this one's about living longer than you ever expected and not knowing what to do with it

[smallpapers]

Rough quick comic about waiting..

My terribly late contribution to Make A Terrible Comic Day (which tbf I only just found out about it)

[xiaominghao]

Jeonghan is the type of boyfriend that will flirt with you whenever he wants, for the sole purpose of making you giddy. Jeonghan knows how much you're in love with him and likes to take you off guard: Sudden kisses, placing his hand on your thigh, recalling how gorgeus you are... He knows your weak points, all of them! However, the truth is that he's such a sucker for you and his heart melts when you pout at him, with those big doe eyes and reddish cheeks.

[devilevlls]

I love imagining MC being jealous every time Solomon tries to make a pact with Lucifer.

Like: "Excuse me, that's exclusive. He is mine".

I can picture Lucifer's smug smile as he notices how his human gets all touchy and gives the sorcerer threatening glares every time he tries to interact with the avatar of Pride.

[bloominglegumes]

whoever recently sent me the ask about jazzprowl yuri i deleted it by accident im so sorry but i fully agree. world is harsh and cold tiddy soft and warm

[saetoshi]

“should i order something for dinner?”

sae glances up at you before looking back at his phone, frowning. “no sé.”

you bite back an aggravated sigh, brows knitting in annoyance at his response.

recently, sae has developed the habit of speaking in spanish when he’s mad at you.

(he used to give you the cold shoulder, but he realized it started to backfire when you ignored him in return, so he settled for making sure you had a hard time understanding what he was saying instead.)

you lean against the couch, “how do you feel about getting some pizza?”

he doesn’t look at you, “no quiero.”

you make a face, “stop being so difficult.”

he turns to look at you sticking his tongue out, his brows knit in anger.

a frustrated sigh leaves your lips, your head dropping against the couch cushions. “you can’t stay mad at me forever!”

“sí puedo.” your eyes close in annoyance when you feel him glaring at you.

you lift your head up to look at him, glaring back. “i already apologized!”

“it wasn’t sincere!” he huffs, angrily turning away from you and crossing his arms.

a triumphant hum leaves your lips, a satisfied grin settling on your lips. sae turns to look at you with thinly-veiled curiosity.

a mocking huff of laughter slips past your lips and you stick your tongue out at him in satisfaction, “you stopped speaking in spanish.”

his face flushes, his eyes widening in realization before he glares at you again. “no i didn’t!”

“you did it again!” you hide your mouth behind your hands in a feeble attempt to hide your laughter.

a pout grows on his lips, the tips of his ears flushing, “…mentira.”

you slump against the couch, “what are you even mad for anyway?”

sae makes a face, looking away from you. his brows furrow even further as you stare at his cheek.

“…no sé.” his voice is laced with embarrassment, the tips of his ears a bright red as his cheeks slowly flush.

(you don’t need to know what he’s saying to conclude he doesn’t even know why he’s mad. it’s somehow even more annoying.)

confused frustration writes itself in your face, “why are you still being so petty, then?”

“i’m mad at you over something!” he groans, running a hand down his face.

“you wanna know what i think?” you smile.

“no.” you think it’s funny how he still says it in spanish.

you lean closer to him, “i think you should stop being mad at me.”

he gives you a look. “no thanks.”

“sae,” you lean even closer, pouting, “i’m sorry.”

he turns to you, raising a brow, “sorry for what?”

there’s a best of silence.

“you don’t even know what you’re sorry for!” sae glares.

you glare back, “you don’t either!”

his face flushes a deep red. he looks away from you, pausing for a second before glancing at you shyly, “te odio.”

you roll your eyes. “whatever.”

(you also don’t need to tell him you’ve started picking up on what his words mean. or that you’ve started to secret my learn a few of them.

it’d be a shame if he learned yet another language just to be petty.)

“you don’t know what you did?” he looks at you, pouting.

“not really.” you blink, crossing your arms, “do you?”

his lips curl into a fine line, his face flushing before he clears his throat in embarrassment. “not really.” (you think it’s cute how he repeats your words.)

you playfully poke his cheek. “how about we forget what you were mad at me about and order food already?”

he cracks a small smile, “depends on what we’re getting.”

“whatever you want.” you cheekily smile at him.

(you both know he’ll end up choosing whatever you’re craving.)

a sigh leaves your lips when you stretch your arms out, reaching for your phone. “you’re cute when you’re speaking spanish.”

“oh yeah?” he sounds smug. it makes you almost want to forgive him for being petty. (but you won’t.)

a smile blooms on your lips your eyes sparkling with mischief as the words slip out of your mouth, “totalmente.”

(you wish you’d taken a picture of his shocked face.)