#they yearn

[loadingbones]

They kiss in the fields and meadows I’ve shoved in Yharnam

[cauldron-of-oddities]

Floating towards life and love.

"I'm tired of talking." She tells him before she simply lets herself fall. She's so tired of ot all.

Everything is cold. The world is drenched in cold greens and blues. Loneliness, sorrow, but also peace, a quietness.

He spins back time and convinces her to listen. He lays with her eye to eye, ever her equal. She doesn't need to talk; she can just drift off with his words.

Warmth blooms. There's hope in his words. Affection in his eyes. There's another her that didn't muck up, that got to dance and love even if there had been sorrow.

He tells her nothing is set in stone. You can always make something of tomorrow. There's a warm glow to it all, red and pink and orange flowing in. Hope and passion and kindness and feelings burst at the seams.

He spun back time. She knows he did. He told her as much. There's always someone worth building something for. (Does he know how quickly he's becoming that?)

She falls back up this time. Up and up to life and love. To warmth and softness, into his arms. (She's never felt so safe, so embraced. All of her.)

Close and solid. He's real. Her hands engulfed in his, her heartbeat under their hands, his between them. And the world glows behind her eyes; a warm, soft green of growth, of something new. The glow of a firelight a bright light come to guide her home.

And with a sigh and smile, there's nothing but comfort and relief.

"I got you. All of you"

[sparkzclo]

Say, will we ever meet again?

[grey-dungeon]

The chance of anyone actually voting on this is slim I feel

However

The demons

They want me to draw toddler (platonic) erasermic

should I listen and draw aizawa & yamada meeting as toddlers/young kids

for sure, yeah

nah, don't cave

Voting ended onApr 28, 2025

[riverashes]

"We are one flesh"/"I am your end"

And I am hurling myself off of an overpass :)

[kyathedino]

my pinterest just offered me an ad for these fuckass nose warmers

the masses yearn for clownhood.

[seraph-draws-stuff]

it’s almost iswm’s one year anniversary and all I can think about is captaineer one year later type scenarios. Wonder if they’ve healed, if they fully trust each other, if the weight of their choices has lessened.

But mostly I hope it’s painful mutual yearning