#otp....

[staniswas]

no, you don’t get it; im legit obsessed

[yellowpencilcrayon]

Okay so this is gonna sound somewhat messed up but what about a prompt where Person B walks to Person A's room to give them a gift but walks in to find Person A dead with a suicide note next to them (P.S. Love your blog! It gives me ideas for drawings!)

Ugh that hit right in the feels like nooo 

(and thanks ily)

[osamatographe]

can’t stop thinking about them over the years

[luukeskywalker]

im a simple man i say “i’ll do this later” and then sugishira is in my inbox and i black out 

[tracelii]

Concept: OTP cuddling under a blanket drinking hot cocoa

A quiet night, a little rain, a mix of snow

the fire’s on, a little light, a little low

She turns her face, with a smile, and in the glow

The love of her life, goodness, its her wife?? god only knows.

They share a cover on the couch, watching the last embers in their fireplace trace lines in the remaining charred firewood. Honestly, her wife had been falling asleep on her here, but safety was safety and her wife was  DU MB and wouldnt leave her here to go to bed. She didnt want to pour water to put out the fireplace- no, she rather enjoyed watching it burn itself out, but this woman here next to her would not budge unless she was coming along too.

She felt her nudge into her shoulder, mumbling something into her neck, bringing the blanket closer to them as she grasped for warmth.

The awake of the two sipped her hot chocolate and agreed whole-heartedly to whatever the hell the other might have been saying. She helped adjust the blanket so they were both underneath. Sure, the bed was more comfortable than the couch, and she was pretty sure the fire was out, but if it was just like this for the rest of eternity? She, happily, wouldn't dare move.

[ldeefixe]

why ship us when you can ship our idiot sons @furaitsu

[sapphiczelda]

it's 2016 and I'm crying about Tro/bed