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annicus | nineteen | (she/he) church of villainfuckers

[bowtiepasta]

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[bowtiepasta]

i yearn for a bush peeking out of bikini summer

[tokeposts]

sero the type to push you up against a wall when you're playing laser tag and kiss you. only for him to shoot your chest plate to get you out.

[deltamel]

@bowtiepasta

[bowtiepasta]

made it to midweek! hap wed my pervert pals!! scheduled to close at work today so i’ll have some tumby downtime hopefully… going to purge some drafts and if i’m lucky i’ll finish some too 🍀💖 ricebowl in my lunch bag for that extra luck

[sp1ritb0x]

Pilot !!!! Gojo!!!

[bowtiepasta]

@deltamel

[notholaenas]

don’t ever put him in a situation

[spaceboytoy]

Hello bisexual community

[spaceboytoy]

Begin killing

[tartrazeen]

[feppydoodles]

i think he is my fav character to draw 😛

[deltamel]

@bowtiepasta

[bowtiepasta]

you ask for my kinlist and the whole thing is just pictures of chimney from water 7

[bowtiepasta]

[kendymaycry]

it’s chimneys bday btw happy birthday chimney u were the star of water 7 for me personally

[taxidermycatgirl]

some of the kindest people you’ll ever meet are blogging about blood and guts at 10 in the morning

[manuciruja]

awww the like button turns into a rainbow when you press it! that's so cute...hey staff what's with all the trans women you keep nuking?

[manuciruja]

i think we should be ridiculing them more for this. you don't get to try and go all "queer website" when your staff likes to go on nuking sprees targeting the trans fem users

[bowtiepasta]

i think he would appreciate you curling up in his lap. give you a little pat even

[bowtiepasta]

can i get a bokuto with a uh bokuto and a side of umm bokuto and for the drink a bokuto

[bowtiepasta]

having a great morning pretending i don’t have a shift in an hour… all nighter is in fact catching up to me

[olivebowl]

THREE YEARS OF KATSULINE. 02/06/26.

after eight entire years of separation after the war, the pair inevitably folded back into each others lives like a warm, worn blanket from the top shelf of the cupboard— familiar, wanted, but changed by time regardless. come spend the weekend with them for their three year anniversary :)!

“what does annie know?” “who? put your shoes on.” “annie. what does she know. what are you doing?” “okay i’ll put your shoes on you.” “no tell meeee. surprises make me scared.” “we’re just goin’ away for the weekend. i miss you. we’ve both been busy as fuck, so... wanna do somethin’ nice together.” “you wanna get laid in a tent.” “that is among the benefits, yes.”

“let me play something.” “no you’re just gonna play your whiny shit, get your hands off my dash.” “nooo i wanna play something nice, trust me!” “whatever, fine. you want the heat up?”

“carry me.” “you got legs, i ain’t doin’ shit.” “katsukiiii i’m tired.” “fuck, fine whatever, c’mere.” “mm, way better.” “don’t kiss my neck i’ll drop you.”

“genuinely how are you sleeping without a shirt on right now, it’s like- two degrees.” “it’s nice out, stop complainin’” “baby there are bugs everywhere, you’ve already been bitten by four mosquitoes. next it’s the voyeuristic moths.” “the what?”

“you wanna like- marry me or whatever?” “say it nicer, asshole. how easy do you think i am??” “i dragged you on a nice ass trip— are you sayin’ no?” “no, i’m saying say it nicer. make it feel less like you’re hazing me.” “i’m not— okay, fine. hang on.” “hanging.” “baby. shut up. okay, uh- for real. i never... wanted this shit. like, growin’ up. marriage. all that. wanted to be good, t’be number one. that was it. then you showed up again, and suddenly my stupid brain’s makin’ room for... groceries and rent and whatever colour plates you want. and your flowers, all your fuckin’ flowers.” “you like my flowers.” “don’t cry you’re gonna make this shit harder. uh- wanna be doin’ all the domestic shit i used to think was a waste of time. and i wanna keep doin’ it. with you. long term. for real. not just— not just ‘til it stops bein’ fun or some shit. i’m not goin’ anywhere unless you tell me to get lost.” “where the fuck did you find that?” “raccoon eyes stalked your pin shit. anyway-” “i’m obviously gonna say yes, like- of course i wanna marry you.” “yeah?” “yeah! now say it nice, and i’ll say it again.” “will you marry me?” “mm... let me sleep on it.” “oh you fuckin’ bitch!” “don’t chase me—! KATSUKI! STOP! THERE’S BUTTERFLIES, STOP!”

happy katsuline day or whateva :).

[olivebowl]

THREE YEARS OF KATSULINE. 02/06/26.

after eight entire years of separation after the war, the pair inevitably folded back into each others lives like a warm, worn blanket from the top shelf of the cupboard— familiar, wanted, but changed by time regardless. come spend the weekend with them for their three year anniversary :)!

“what does annie know?” “who? put your shoes on.” “annie. what does she know. what are you doing?” “okay i’ll put your shoes on you.” “no tell meeee. surprises make me scared.” “we’re just goin’ away for the weekend. i miss you. we’ve both been busy as fuck, so... wanna do somethin’ nice together.” “you wanna get laid in a tent.” “that is among the benefits, yes.”

“let me play something.” “no you’re just gonna play your whiny shit, get your hands off my dash.” “nooo i wanna play something nice, trust me!” “whatever, fine. you want the heat up?”

“carry me.” “you got legs, i ain’t doin’ shit.” “katsukiiii i’m tired.” “fuck, fine whatever, c’mere.” “mm, way better.” “don’t kiss my neck i’ll drop you.”

“genuinely how are you sleeping without a shirt on right now, it’s like- two degrees.” “it’s nice out, stop complainin’” “baby there are bugs everywhere, you’ve already been bitten by four mosquitoes. next it’s the voyeuristic moths.” “the what?”

“you wanna like- marry me or whatever?” “say it nicer, asshole. how easy do you think i am??” “i dragged you on a nice ass trip— are you sayin’ no?” “no, i’m saying say it nicer. make it feel less like you’re hazing me.” “i’m not— okay, fine. hang on.” “hanging.” “baby. shut up. okay, uh- for real. i never... wanted this shit. like, growin’ up. marriage. all that. wanted to be good, t’be number one. that was it. then you showed up again, and suddenly my stupid brain’s makin’ room for... groceries and rent and whatever colour plates you want. and your flowers, all your fuckin’ flowers.” “you like my flowers.” “don’t cry you’re gonna make this shit harder. uh- wanna be doin’ all the domestic shit i used to think was a waste of time. and i wanna keep doin’ it. with you. long term. for real. not just— not just ‘til it stops bein’ fun or some shit. i’m not goin’ anywhere unless you tell me to get lost.” “where the fuck did you find that?” “raccoon eyes stalked your pin shit. anyway-” “i’m obviously gonna say yes, like- of course i wanna marry you.” “yeah?” “yeah! now say it nice, and i’ll say it again.” “will you marry me?” “mm... let me sleep on it.” “oh you fuckin’ bitch!” “don’t chase me—! KATSUKI! STOP! THERE’S BUTTERFLIES, STOP!”

happy katsuline day or whateva :).