#selfship?

[jinxisjonx]

Ikemen Kate/Mc doodles

Love her and her wonderful amazing heart. I would have been dead the second I entered that place but anywayyyy what other Ikemen villain should i doodle?

[soulmoura]

Based off of a fic I read 2 months back! By @the-s1lly-corner (sorry if tagging you is too much!!)

The quality got so bad😭

[hostess-of-horror]

Caine, as a comfort character, is an enigma. He gives me both joy and despair every time I think of him. Joy from his whimsiness and innocence, and despair from his tragic circumstance. On top of all that, he switches from being the cutest baby bean ever to becoming a gentleman like Glamrock Freddy.

I want to tuck him into bed and kiss him goodnight, but I also want to lie right next to him as we gaze into the stars.

[maryawrites]

If I reproduced with Victor the infants in question would end up more like moray eels than reptiles which is an important distinction for me. He comes home from the longest day in the office to find me hand feeding octopus to something that just learned to sit up on their own

[thecowboykatsuki-anon]

Touya hadn’t meant to miss the call, hadn’t meant to make you listen to his voicemail box one, two, three times.

Hadn’t meant to make you cry to a silent line.

But when he finally has time to click that voicemail, your sobs crackling through the speaker, he doesn’t let it finish after that first broken I need you.

It doesn’t matter that you haven’t talked in 6 months, doesn’t matter that he’s celebrating a great ride, doesn’t matter that he’s had a couple beers.

What matters is that you’re not picking up, one, two, three calls later.

Doesn’t matter that he’s tearing down the dark road way faster than he should, phone on speaker on his dash and fist beating the steering wheel so hard he’s sure it’ll bruise.

What matters is the one, two, three, four voicemails he leaves telling you he’ll be there in four, three, two minutes.

What matters is the one, two minutes he spends banging on your door before remembering he never returned your key, leaving it open when he tears it wide and rushes in.

The two, three, four leaps it takes to get up your stairs hardly register to him.

All that matters is the sight of you, just you, lying on the bathroom floor, crying so hard that it shakes your whole body.

Because it doesn’t matter if it takes one, two, three, four hours… he’ll be there until it stops.

[applecake29]

Thank you devsis for the wedding decor now I can marry my pookie

:) it took forever to get this picture without the cookies leaving their seats omg

[pierrot-the-tiny]

Local robot woman terrified to confess her feelings to Bald Man

can i post this here and not get dragged to Tartarus

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