#mofu

[hanfugallery]

Chinese hanfu | Mofu陌腹, a layering piece in Hanfu, can be worn around the chest or waist for both decoration and warmth, and are commonly seen in Tang Dynasty.

[gleafer]

Comic page of the fantastic fandom fic by Liquid_Lyrium, inspired by Cecillusive’s original art “Social organization and adaptability in Xenoerpeton anthropoides: transference of social bonding habits and mate selection”!

We’re making it into a graphic novel!

This gonna be lit 🔥

Read it here:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32226235/chapters/79865323

[mofu-sand]

art by mofu_sand on instagram

[thegreatmoof]

Qipao TIME⌛️ | もふふ

[aitzpea]

table for two?

[sharkeiths]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE DR. MOFU USAKI!!!!!!!!!!!

I hope I’m not too late….

Truth be told, I didn’t realize it was mofu’s birthday today until I saw user starrol’s birthday art post of her in a different platform. Shout out to user starrol fr could’ve never done this without her 😭🙏💕

[hunysckle]

beach day in usagi shima 🌊🐇🏐✨️

[brenna]

Deep Dark Wood

Fandom: Good Omens | Relationship: Aziraphale/Crowley | Rating: E | Category: M/F | Chapters: 1/1 | Words: 8,215 | author: scullyphile

Thank you to my wonderful betas @malachitegrey and @ireallyneedmoretea for the lightning-fast work! 🩵

Good goblining: @goodomensafterdark

Summary:

The villagers all know that no one is allowed in the satyr’s territory. So who is the buxom blonde bustling about this formerly abandoned cottage in the deep, dark wood?

Tags: Fauns & Satyrs, Satyr Crowley, Human Aziraphale, He/Him Pronouns For Crowley, She/Her Pronouns for Aziraphale, Masturbation, Erections, Witch Aziraphale, Voyeurism, Lust at First Sight, Disguise, Smitten Crowley

Excerpt:

Thunder rolls as the first giant drops of rain fall at Crowley's cloven hooves. As always, he keeps to the shadows. When he arrives at the small cottage, he stays behind the trunk of the tree as much as possible, so no one will see him. Specifically the figure moving gracefully around the interior of the log cabin that’s tucked away in the mossy woods of Crowley's territory. 

The structure itself has been there for decades, but the inhabitant is new and fascinating. He can hardly stay away, as much as his conscience admonishes him for invading the privacy of others while he insists the villagers leave him alone.

He stays isolated to avoid temptation, not because he enjoys it. For Crowley is doomed not only to loneliness but also to constant wanting, and it's too much to bear. 

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