Lovesick Aromantic

GYARU BF TO 100+ F/O's Read Pinned for Info!! main = @90sichi

[y2kgloxinia]

i'm dominique but you can also call me julius or saint!

this account is for those 16+! interactions come from @90sichi

21 yo. blk. xe/he etc. grayrose agender fictoqueer polyam. nbpdtisitc phys disabled sys host. hypersharing selfshipper of 10+ years. ocxcc & rare pair polyshipper.

i have an irl partner of 4 years @g4medust3r !

tag directory . f/o list . personal shipping boundaries . carrd ext abt me .

user box hoard under cut!!

[pmamtraveller]

[selfshipdreamworld]

Shout out to self-shippers who feel like they're a failure.

Even if you see yourself that way, your F/O never would. They see how hard you're trying and they are so proud of you and your efforts, regardless of the outcome.

They don't care about how many awards you win, they don't care how much money you make, and they don't care if you struggle to do what is "simple" or "easy" for others.

They love you unconditionally, wholly, and indefinitely. You are their second half, and they are so, so proud of you for continuing to get up every morning and face the world, even if it's cruel and unfair in its expectations of you.

You matter. 🤍

[y2kgloxinia]

i do need to fix my Rentry list actually. urgh.

[y2kgloxinia]

really want to work on strawpages and stuff but i only have enough spoons to scroll on tumblr

[ilovemorayeels]

you must be the most privileged demon ever. to have the three strongest uppermoons kneel at your feet, devoted to you, is an accomplishment only you (and muzan) have achieved. truth is, you're not even that strong, certainly not enough to fight any hashira and win. it's baffling how they still love you, even if it's not for your strength.

akaza is the most stereotypically romantic, the one who gives you flowers when he can, actually kneels at your feet, the works. he enjoys when you're only with him, so that douma doesn't annoy him, and to be free of kokushibo's piercing stares. he can weave flowers in your hair, though not sure where he got the skill from. he also enjoys when you watch him fight, whether it'd be other demons or humans, it gives him a thrill and confidence he needs.

"Demon, have you seen my new technique," he'd boast, huffing as if the battle didn't cost him a sweat.

"Yes! Nice job Akaza!" you said, and that made Akaza red the whole day.

douma is a lot more odd. his way of love is a lot more unusual than akaza's. most times he just kisses you, no matter how much it angers akaza. he does have some peculiar ways to compliment you, however.

"Your hair is particularly unique," he comments, untangling the braids that akaza worked on.

"Uhm...thank you?"

he's not as aggressive as akaza, nor kokushibo, but he's a lot scarier. especially when he gives you tours around his cult! the members don't seem to care, but it's odd knowing that douma has power outside his demon abilities.

and...kokushibo exists. he's the least affectionate. like. barely! he mostly just stands besides you, and on the rare occasion practices on a dummy to impress you like akaza. and if luck truly graces you, you get a kiss, on the hand.

"It's too impolite to move so fast," kokushibo told you. "I will build my affections unlike that second uppermoon." way too polite for the first uppermoon.

"uh..huh.." you'd respond, mostly just going along with it.

there is a lot of unmentioned rivalry between all 3, and all of them can agree. kokushibo and akaza spar for your love more times they can remember. douma and kokushibo frequently fight over being besides you, or being around you at all. and akaza and douma competing just gets them distracted for kokushibo to whisk you away.

sorry.. trying to get some writings out to build motivation .. this isn't my best work -.-

[vampireimiko]

Loki and Bucky (separate) Relationship Headcanons !!

warnings, none at all i promi

note, when i tell y'all i need them BOAF at the same time...

Loki

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° Being in a relationship with Loki of all people is NOT for the weak. Especially if you have the same personality as him. Sassy and doesn’t know when to watch his mouth? Oh, you two would be menaces together.

Like, if you ever called him a "drama queen," he will dramatically sigh and say, "Drama king, thank you very much."

If you ever dare to out-sass him, he’ll just squint at you like, "Ah, so this is betrayal." But secretly? He loves it. Someone who can keep up with his wit? Absolutely captivating.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° But I digress! Loki is the king of dramatic declarations for a reason. He'll sweep into a room and declare, "Ah, my beloved! I have longed for you!" even if you just saw him five minutes ago.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ °He constantly tries to fluster you with smooth lines, but the second you turn it around on him, he short-circuits.

"Loki, you’re breathtaking."

"—Wait, what?... I mean! Well, yes, of course I am."

He says barely managing to get his composure back.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° As the God of Mischief, he obviously loves to prank people. But he has a strict rule: You are off-limits. However, if you ever wanted to join in on one of his schemes he'd never deny you 😹

He also likes teaching you magic! Not the dangerous kind, just little illusions so you can mess with people together. A true power couple.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° He pretends to be above cuddling, claiming that it's one of the stupid things that mortals do, but yet he clings to you in his sleep like an octopus.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° Jealous Loki is hilarious. He won’t get outwardly possessive, but he’ll suddenly be extra touchy or slip in phrases like, "Yes, my darling, the love of my immortal life, my one and only." just to make a point.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° He has an unfair advantage in arguments because he’ll just shapeshift into you and mock you in your own voice. "Oh look at me, I’m so adorable when I’m mad—" cue you smacking him with a pillow.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° Despite his dramatics, he trusts you more than anyone. He’s not used to being vulnerable, but with you? He can just be—no masks, no tricks, just Loki.

Bucky

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° Bucky adores the time he spends with you and is so happy to call you his. He will try to act tuff from time to time, but you see straight through his facade each and every time.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° He has a soft spot a mile wide for you. You could ask him to do anything, and he’d grumble about it but do it anyway. "I swear, doll, you’re the only one who could talk me into this."

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° Bucky loves hearing you laugh. If he can make you snort? That’s such a win for him😭. He’ll smirk like it’s the best thing he’s done all day.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° The man has dad jokes and grumpy old man energy for days.

"Bucky, did you just say ‘back in my day’ unironically?"

"…Shut up."

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° He gets ridiculously flustered if you compliment his smile. "Shut up—No, I’m not smiling. You’re imagining things."

"Yeah okay, James!" You teased poking his side.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° If he’s in a bad mood, you’re one of the only people who can pull him out of it. Everyone else gets grunts and glares, but the second you walk in? He melts.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° He pretends he doesn’t get jealous, but his hand will suddenly find your waist if someone flirts with you. Or he’ll just stare at the poor fool until they get the hint.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° He likes holding your hand, but he always lets you take his metal one first. He doesn’t even realize it until you lace your fingers together, and then his grip tightens just a little—like he never wants to let go.

He still feels a bit insecure about his robotic limb here and there, but in moments like these, it doesn't even matter. Being near you is all he needs.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° When he wakes up from nightmares, you’re the only thing that grounds him :((. Just your voice or the feeling of your hand on his is enough to bring him back.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° He’s absolutely wrapped around your finger, and honestly? He wouldn't have it any other way 🫶🏾

additional note ! AGAIN AGAIN AGAIN

𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

[ciricearts]

r u getting in or…?

[ghostkinnie]

How do you think Ichigo and Uryu from bleach would deal with a s/o who finds it really difficult to remember people’s names. they just usually call people “oi” “hey you” Until the name sinks in. It took them two years to rememeber Ichigo/Uryu’s name when they first met and s/o is 100% aware of this issue of theirs?

A/N: Ohh I loved this request, it's super specific and i hope i got it right. Enjoy (◍•ᴗ•◍)

ICHIGO AND URYU X NAME DIFFICULTY! READER

ICHIGO

• Ichigo is an informal person so at first he wouldn't notice

• But when you two got closer he would be confused

• I mean he told you his name so why did you call him like a kid?

• Completely straight and would ask about it

• " Oe my name is Ichigo and not "hey you" "

• When you explained he would laugh and ask if you're an idiot

• Then he would find it cute and make you remember his name

• And when you remembered his name, he'd be proud as a child

• "Y/N knows only my name not the others!"

• Would completely do a little petname competition with you

URYU

• Unlike Ichigo he would notice at first

• You never speak anyone's name and you always seem to be thoughtful before calling someone.

• But Uryu is a gentleman and wouldn't confront you about it

• He would find it curious

• As he starts to have feelings for you he would start to help you remember his name

• "Uryu, it's small and simple, you can repeat it a few times if it helps."

• Love how his name fits your voice

• The idea of ​​his name being one of the few that your mind remembers also appeals to him very much

• Also likes the idea of ​​helping you with something

• "Can you say my name again, Y/N?"

[bonkwosher]

Being Benoit Blanc's assistant on a big case headcanons

A/N: Aka being the Watson to Benoit's Sherlock. I'm gonna keep writing headcanons until I have the motivation to write a one-shot. Also x male reader bc Benoit is gay as hell (& I love it)

When you entered Benoit's office for the interview he had to hold back from immediately saying "You're hired." He found himself spacing out a bit, thinking about how adorable you looked when you would ramble about your work history or even just the ride here.

Your first day ended up being the start of a huge case. You thought Benoit was babying you, maybe he was. But he didn't intend to make you feel lesser he got worried with how violent the murder was, so much so that he was afraid you'd get hurt.

When he interviewed each of the family members he had you sit behind him & take notes, making sure to put distance between any possible suspects & you.

The moment the last family member leaves the interview room Benoit turns to you with an excited grin on his face, ready to share theories.

"What do you think about this bunch, Y/N?"

"Hmm, good theory. I didn't think about that one. It's a good thing I have you here, Y/N."

Small note: He loves to say your name, it makes him so happy. Any chance he gets he will use it.

When a fight erupts between the family members he stands in front of you & instinctively grabs your arm/hand.

He ends up ranting to you about being unable to find the "key piece that's missing" & when you lay everything out for him he gets the silly little aha moment.

"Y/N, you did it! Lord, you are so intelligent! How I get so lucky as to work with you?" He yells as he pulls you into a hug, "I'm sorry, I got excited."

"Don't apologize," you pull him right back into a hug & hold him tightly.

You have to point out the dumb clues to him because he is terrible with dumb stuff. It has you absolutely awestruck when he finds some clues though, like solving a puzzle to open a door to a secret room. I swear these things only happen in movies but Benoit manages to find them.

When he pulls a cigar out to smoke, you take it from his mouth & take a breath of smoke. You might not be a smoker but at this rate, you've caught on to him having feelings for you & would kill to see this detective flustered.

Short story, it works.

Long story, he mutters out some southern curses under his breath. He looks up to you as you hand him the cigar back, pink dusting his cheeks & you do your best to repress a smile.

From then on he has a little more pep in his step, constantly telling himself you like him too.

Bonus:

If you do not have a suit Benoit will lend you one of his, you have to look dapper on the job to match your boss.

Bonus points if it's slightly oversized, Benoit would lose his mind.

At that, he's already losing his mind seeing you in his clothes. He has to fight to keep his eyes off you. Whenever your taking notes behind him he finds any opportunity to turn around, look you up & down, & say, "Did you get that, Y/N?" To which, after multiple times you can't help but laugh out of either annoyance or infatuation & breathe out, "Yes, Benoit, I did get that."

If one of the family members or especially suspects takes a jab at you (verbally) he will most definitely go off on them.

A/N: I'm totally going to make a one-shot where the reader gets hurt on the job & Benoit loses his shit!

[candyk1ss]

roman bridger x reader; to go with grace.

gender-neutral reader! sfw <3

Roman wants to make a movie.

Something bigger than Stab 3; something more impactful, and he has you in mind as the star.

Playing with Sidney was interesting, but it was only revenge and revenge didn't give him the thrill that you did. You should've been the one to get Sidney’s fame, he thinks - you helped defeat Billy and Stu, you were the one to figure out it was Mickey, and you're getting closer and closer to exposing Roman himself, and he’s had to take drastic measures.

“Sidney?” you call out, taking cautious steps around Roman’s safehouse. You’d received a cryptic phone call from ‘Sidney’ half an hour ago giving you an address and telling you to meet her there as soon as you could. Roman fought back a laugh at how well the voice modulator had worked, replicating Sidney’s voice perfectly - enough to fool you, her best friend. He's practically trembling in anticipation as you proceed further into his clutches.

Frowning slightly, you double-check the address you’d hastily written down, and your head quickly jerks up at the sound of footsteps.

“Sidney! What's going on, is this about the killer or-”

Your eyes widen as you realise the person standing before you is not Sidney, and that you now know who the killer is; Roman Bridger smiles as he wields a bloody knife, and you scream louder than you ever have in your entire life.

“Nobody can hear you,” he shushes you, calmly stalking towards you as your screams die down into sobs. “But that's alright, because you don't need them. Don't you want to be the star of my show?”

Your confusion is evident in big blinking eyes looking up at him, tears like crystals to decorate your sadness, and god, he can’t stop thinking about how it makes you look even more beautiful.

“What do...what do you mean? What are you talking about? You're not going to kill me?”

Roman doesn't hide his laugh this time, but feels a twinge of pity looking into your scared doe eyes, and seeks to calm you down.

"I'm a director, love. I direct. I'm not going to kill my star, am I? No, I just needed to get you here, because my star is so clever, and nearly discovered me. I couldn't let the curtain fall before my grand finale,” he smiles consolingly.

In his rambling he’d been distracted, and failed to notice your shaking hands reaching towards his knife. Roman notices now, and tuts, shaking his head condescendingly, faux-disappointment written over his face.

But he's misread the situation. Your hands reach past the knife and into the soft fabric of his Ghostface robes, and you cry into his chest. All the stress, the death, the betrayals have pushed you past your breaking point and you're seeking comfort wherever you can find it.

His hand on your back steadies you, as you break your heart and spill everything you've wanted to say, as you tell him that you've had a crush on him for months, and you didn't want him to be the killer but you don't want him to leave you even more, and he kisses away your tears when you promise to stay with him, when you choose him over the rest of your friends, over Sidney! For the first time in his life, someone picked him over her.

Roman smiles. He takes your hand, kissing it with a reverence you've never seen before, and leads you onto a new path. He has been meaning to direct that romantic horror movie.

He's won.

[nyraeafterdark]

hihi!!! it’s me again :3 i read the angst liu kang oneshot you did over and over again ughhh you wrote it so good and it hurt me PERFECTLY

so of course im going to ask for more HAHAHSH

can i request you write another liu kang x reader fic where reader has a sickness that makes them have a weak body so they often have difficulty doing simple things without getting hurt or exhausted and then liu kang just dotes and comforts them?

just a bit of angst but mostly fluff hehehe

i love ur angsty reqs 🥹 i will gladly do any u ask of me mwuahahaha, tbf tho this is a very sweet ask ngl

Pairing(s): Liu Kang x Sick!Reader

Warnings: fluff, chronic illness, comfort, implied mental health struggles

A/N: i've really been wantin to try sea grapes lately and idk man, they look interestin

Masterlist

Chronic fatigue.

A symptom your body constantly exuded, no matter how hard you tried to combat the conditions causing it.

It was frustrating, humiliating and entirely exhausting.

Something as simple as walking for too long or carrying something just a little too heavy would leave you breathless, your limbs aching, your body trembling as if it had been pushed far past its limits by the smallest tasks.

You hated it.

Hated how weak your body felt in those moments.

But it couldn’t be helped.

You forced yourself to smile through it, refusing to complain, refusing to show the way exhaustion clung to you. You pushed through the fatigue that threatened to take hold of your body, ignoring the quiet protests it gave and the voices of concern around you.

Because you could accept being anything but useless.

For gods’ sake—there were people out there fighting with their lives to keep the peace of your world.

The least you could do was carry a glass of water from one room to another.

Despite your best efforts, there were still days where you were forced to be bedridden, your body shutting down so completely it felt lifeless.

Days where all you could manage was turning your head from one side of the bed to the other, your limbs refusing even the simplest commands to move, to sit, to try.

In those moments, you hated your body even more.

You felt weaker than you ever had, your mind spiraling endlessly, circling the same cruel thought over and over—that you were useless, that you couldn’t even manage something as small as lifting a finger.

And in those moments, you couldn’t help but cry silently to yourself.

You had lived with this your entire life, but that didn’t make it easier. It didn’t soften the frustration, or the helplessness, or the quiet grief that settled deep in your chest.

Sometimes your thoughts dragged you somewhere darker, somewhere harder to escape from.

And the worst part?

Even if you wanted to do something—anything, your body wouldn’t let you.

It betrayed you there, too.

Somehow, it was as if Liu Kang had a natural instinct attuned to you, always knowing when you fell into moments like these. His presence appear follow not long after you woke, quiet but certain.

A soft knock pulled you from your spiraling thoughts, his voice following soon after, gentle and warm.

“Good morning, Y/n. May I enter?”

You remained silent for a moment, gathering yourself, pushing everything down before answering just as softly.

“Yes, Lord Liu. Please come in.”

There was a brief pause before the door slowly opened, Liu Kang stepping inside, a warm smile already forming the moment his eyes landed on you.

“Hello,” he greeted gently. “How are you feeling?”

You gave a small shrug, offering nothing of substance.

Yet the knowing look he gave you told you he already understood the answer you didn’t say.

You let out a small huff, avoiding his gaze as you glanced around the room, feigning nonchalance.

You felt the bed dip slightly before you turned back toward him, his hand already resting warmly over your ankle through the blankets.

“I was wondering if you would like to share some tea with me,” he murmured. “Perhaps breakfast as well?”

You hesitated, biting your lip, uncertainty flickering across your face.

“I, um… I don’t think today is a good day,” you mumbled weakly.

His thumb brushed over your ankle absentmindedly, a soft hum leaving him.

“I do not mind having tea and breakfast here,” he reassured gently. “It is quite alright with me. And I do not mind carrying you, either.”

He paused for a moment, a faint smile touching his lips.

“I recently discovered a field not far from here. I believe you would enjoy the view,” he added thoughtfully.

Your chest warmed at his words, something soft blooming at the quiet kindness in them, at the way he so easily found alternatives just to spend time with you.

“That’s very kind of you, Lord Liu—”

“Just Liu,” he interrupted gently. “There is no need to be so formal when it is only us.”

His voice softened on the last word.

“Ah—well… um… Liu…” you corrected yourself, a little awkwardly. “There’s really no need to go through all that. I’m sure one of the others would love to accompany you.”

You hesitated, your voice trailing off as your gaze dropped.

“Besides… my body isn’t exactly cooperating with me today…”

A quiet, self-deprecating laugh slipped past your lips.

His hand drifted up, gently taking yours in his, his thumb brushing softly over your knuckles.

“I have no interest in being in the company of another,” he said carefully, though there was a firmness beneath his words that made it clear he meant it. “And perhaps your body and your mind are not in agreement today, but that will not stop me from spending time with you… only if you’ll allow it.”

You let out a shaky breath, a small smile forming on your lips at the quiet reassurance in his voice.

“Okay,” you said softly. “I’d love to see the field, then.”

Liu Kang helped you get ready, calling in a few monks to assist in washing and dressing you before carefully lifting you into his arms, portal opening with warm light spilling through as he carried you both to your destination.

You spent the rest of the morning admiring the field he had spoken of, your eyes softening in wonder, lips parting slightly in awe as a sense of calm washed over you the moment he laid you down on a blanket that had already been set.

Gentle conversation followed, easy and unhurried. He told you about his previous day, how the champions were doing, small grievances he had encountered, and amusing little stories that drew soft chuckles from him as he spoke.

And you sat there, entranced by the timbre of his voice, the warmth of it slowly easing the tension in your chest, soothing your anxious thoughts little by little.

He fed you small pieces of fruit from the basket he had brought, a teasing smile tugging at his lips as you pouted when he nudged a slice of mandarin against your lips.

“Do you require a different approach?” he asked, clearly amused. “Come now—here comes the plane, open wide.”

You gave him a deadpanned stare.

“You’re impossible,” you murmured, though you still opened your mouth to accept the slice.

He laughed at that, the sound warm and unrestrained, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “And yet, it still worked, did it not?”

You both finished the rest of the food at a leisurely pace, basking in the warmth of the rising sun before Liu eventually shifted, beginning to gather everything.

You moved as well, slower, your body still weak but noticeably steadier than it had been that morning.

Liu extended a hand toward you, helping you up with ease before wrapping an arm around your waist to keep you steady.

“Lord Liu, th—”

He gave you a look.

“Ehh… Liu…” you corrected quickly, warmth rising to your cheeks. “What about the food? Let me help pick it up.”

He shook his head.

“There is no need. I can return for it later… or perhaps send Johnny to do so,” he added with a small shrug.

You let out a soft laugh, gently poking at his chest. “My, sending one of your champions on clean-up duty? What kind of Fire Lord are you, hmm?”

He rolled his eyes at your teasing, though there was no real bite to it as he lifted you into his arms once more.

He began the walk back toward the temple, making you raise a brow.

“No portal?”

“If I do that,” he murmured, “I will not be able to spend more time with you.”

“Oh, you…” you squeaked shyly, lightly smacking his chest before hiding your face in the crook of his neck, feeling the quiet rumble of his laughter beneath you.

“Only what my starlight deserves,” he whispered, his grip tightening just slightly before he continued forward.

Truly, you could never be more grateful to have him in your life.

[livingdeadmlm]

Could you do something about Liu kang? I am pretty sure there are like only two of him x a male reader, so I am okay with anything!

Fun fact he’s one of the first characters (video game wise) I had a crush on as a kid 😭. The recent game woah mama! His ass needs a bra and i offer my hands as tribute

My absolute favorite trope is God/Goddess with a Normal Dude. So that’s what the two of y’all are for these HCs for the most part! Uh spoilers for MK1 kinda?

Also this is based on one of my fav tropes of people falling in love with each other all over again, but it’s like one remembers and one doesn’t lol

✰When creating the new timeline he took his time with how he wanted you to live.

✰He made you strong, an absolute fighter but he worse fear was you being in danger to have to fight alongside everyone else.

✰So you lived a normal life for as long as he could make it happen.

✰And well he all but stalked you when you began to live on your own

✰watching you go to and from work or college. Snippets of your life, without him.

✰when the time comes to round you up to defend earth realm he wants to be a lot smoother with it then he was Johnny…

✰So when you’re out to eat one night sitting at the counter of a diner he sits by you. Sublet glances at you as you wait for your food.

✰He’s dressed somewhat normally but he’s still a God so it’s not like he’s invisible

✰He almost feels shy when you begin to look over. This version of you has never seen him before. But the look in your eyes is just like his version of you.

✰ “Hi uh do you come here often?” He almost jumps on you when you finally speak. He has been going over what he wanted to say the entire time, his coffee getting cold in front of him.

✰ “No, it’s my first time here. In this town as well.”

✰ “Really? What brings you here? We’re not really a tourist hot spot!”

✰You were why he was here. But he can’t say that without scaring you away.

✰ “I’m looking for someone, someone special.” Your plate was placed in front of you. Before starting to eat you pointed to the empty seat between the two of you.

✰ “is it okay if I sit closer? I want to hear you better.” You smiled at him. Such a delightful sight.

✰he’d let you sit on his lap right now if you’d ask. Not minding the prying eyes of anyone else.

✰you shifted over as he nodded enthusiastically

✰ “someone special eh? Shouldn’t be too hard for you!” You playfully punched his shoulder as you started to eat

✰ “that so? What makes you say that?” Just because he’s here on a mission doesn't mean he isn’t allowed some fun…

✰ “oh please, don’t pretend you aren’t handsome. Anyone within 10 miles would fall over for you.” It was like a flutter in his chest as he watched that familiar glint in your eyes.

✰ “would you?” He knew you would, he knew you had.

✰ “hm, maybe.” You winked and continued to eat. Liu kang practically sparkled under the dim light of the diner. His head resting in his hand as he watches you eat.

✰ “I’m Liu Kang.”

✰ “I’m (Name). That’s a nice name, it feels like I’ve heard it somewhere before.”

✰ and by the Eldergods you’d hear it for the rest of time

[random-userboxes]

Could you perhaps do a yume userbox with "This users yumes with tengen and his wives" and a "This user is Hypersharing" with this image?

[y2kgloxinia]

liu kang. come home. the kids miss you

[noddacat]

[y2kgloxinia]

i should start actually posting art on here huh