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HOLY SHIT, IT WAS THE ORIGINAL ONE

MAKE A WISH

[jamesjoeboyleeeee-deactivated20]

the first post ever on tumblr

[powerpuffsposts-deactivated2025]

I WAS EXPECTING IT TO BE A REMAKE OF SOME SORT HOLY FUCK

[kpopdotexe-blog]

WHO THE FUCK KEEPS BRINGING THIS BACK

[worldheritagepostorganization]

World Heritage Post

[adulthoodisokay]

like actually though. i’m in AWE of the notecount.

[lhadi70]

“Un abrazo bastaba para sanar aquella profunda sensación de soledad; pero todos estaban tan jodidamente lejos.”

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[candecus]

I just uploaded the entire drawing on Twitter, I would appreciate it if you share it and give it a like, thank you very much uwu✨🍆

https://twitter.com/Candecus?s=09

[candecus]

should I draw slashers but nsfw and upload it to twitter? because the other day I dreamed of Brahms and he was very ... provocative hahahahaha

[candecus]

I love my boys with masks too much

[candecus]

algo de practica uwu

[candecus]

xd

[candecus]

my favorite hairy man from the walls uwu 

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[b3llawuzherebrah]

Chop top has a pancake butt o_o LOOK HOW FLAT IT IS

[purplexflamingo-deactivated2025]

oh snap 

but I feel like all of the Sawyers would have flat asses

except Bubba

[dollzhouse-deactivated20190705]

BUBBA THICC MY DUDE

[purplexflamingo-deactivated2025]

HE THE THICKEST BOI IN TOWN

[candecus]

DAMN BOI HE THICC

[soothifying-sounds-asmr]

Merry Go Round of Life played by harpistkari

[studoesart]

🥰🐷🪓

[candecus]

omg this is so GOOD

[august-bleeds-red]

A bubble bath with Vincent where reader has begged him to take a break and just relax. And them washing his hair while sitting behind him? Maybe even brushing it afterward while it dries? I just adore the idea of helping take care of his hair since he doesn't seem to bother.

I absolutely ADORE this idea ❤️

Bath Time

As soon as you hear the trapdoor slam shut, you set your plan into motion.

 “Vince?” you call down the stairs. You hear the familiar heavy footsteps, doing your best to conceal your smirk behind a façade of concern.

 The moment he steps into view, you immediately focus on the long black curtains that frame his wax face. You can see he’s been running his hands through it by the streaks of oily residue clinging to the clumpy locks.

 “I can’t get the bath to run and Bo’s out at the garage.”

 As he climbs the stairs, you skip nimbly to the bathroom and discard the robe you have wrapped around you, leaving yourself exposed for him to find when he pushes open the door. Stopping in his tracks, you see his one blue eye widen at the sight of you, then travel across to the bathtub, filled almost to the brim with bubbles. You’ve stolen — borrowed — a few of his workshop candles to romantically illuminate the room, the soft light glowing perfectly on your skin.

 “Thought we could enjoy a little bath together,” you say, running your hand along the rim of the tub.

 Vincent looks torn between desire and uncertainty. He usually takes a quick shower before the rest of the house has risen, and you don’t think you’ve ever seen his hair more than damp from the spray. He knows this will require him to remove his mask. You’ve seen his true face more than a few times by now, but the years of ingrained self-consciousness have a deeper mark than the scars themselves.

 Sensing his reluctance, you sidle up to him and rub your hands over the waxy front of his overalls, quickly unclipping the straps before he can protest. The sheer weight of the shaping tools in the front pocket causes them to drop almost to his knees, leaving you free to roll up his bulky beige sweater. He shivers as your fingers explore his lean torso, appreciating the subtle muscle tone hidden under pale skin. He doesn’t resist as you pull it gently over his head, taking care not to dislodge his mask – you want that to be his choice. Leaning in close, you decorate his collarbone with soft kisses while he rubs his calloused hands down your body, stopping to frame your waist.

 “C’mon,” you murmur, swaying your hips in an enticing display on your way to the bath, grinning in satisfaction when you hear him scrambling out of his boots and overalls.

 The water is at perfect temperature when you slide your legs in, the steam already flushing your skin glowing pink.

 “You’re gonna have to lose the mask, sweetie,” you say.

 I know, he signs, slipping it from his face and placing it carefully by the sink, a safe distance away from the naked flames.

 “Sit with your back to me,” you instruct.

 Why?

 “So I can wash your hair.”

 It’s fine.

 “No, Vincent, it is not fine.”

 It’s just going to get dirty again.

 “Shut up and get your ass in here.”

 Your bodies fit deliciously well together in the tub, the curve of his spine slotting in perfectly against your chest and stomach. You cup handfuls of water to spill over his black tresses, massaging shampoo into the roots and conditioner into the body. He purrs and leans into your touch, eye closing reverently.

 “Your hair’s so beautiful, Vince,” you smile, rinsing the soap out with the shower head and turning the water milky with the wax that comes away. “It’s prettier than mine.”

 He shakes his head vehemently, making you laugh. You pull him towards you, his skin warm and silky smooth against yours. He leans his head back to rest on your shoulder, allowing you to feather the softest kisses to the side of his neck. He hums low in the back of his throat, raising a hand to touch the side of your face. You love those hands – the magic instruments that allow Vincent to both destroy and create in the same process, to trap a person’s soul within a waxen husk forever.

 The water has begun to cool by the time you finally get out, and you sluice both your bodies down with the shower head to clean your skin of the wax residue from Vincent’s hair. His hair looks even longer wet, the ends already starting to curl a little. You lead him by the hand to your bedroom, picking up a brush from the vanity that had once belonged to Trudy Sinclair, and sitting him down on the end of your bed. He murmurs with pleasure as you drag the soft bristles through his raven locks, now clean and silky smooth, and allows you to weave it all into a long plait to prevent any tangles. He turns to take you in his arms and kisses you, his fingers threading through your own hair as he pushes you back onto the bed.

 Guess it’s time to get dirty again.

[schmeesky]

so im making stickers! just finished the lineart and wanted to show the progress.

onto the colouring part! oh boi…

[candecus]

She's a character I created a long time ago, she was a creepypasta but I have the idea of making a full story :She's a character I created a long time ago, she was a creepypasta but I have the idea of making a full story :3

I'm in love with Bubba, sorry, but he's too adorable.

[candecus]

So... Today is my little sister's birthday, and the theme is Harry Potter, we found a frozen piñata so I decided to paint it according to the theme 😝

How many points do you give that Elsa Malfoy?

[ampervadasz]

Menő

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late autumn