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Kinda forgot about these-

Anyway, meet Malory! A teenage boy with a rare mutation! I drew another one of him with hands, but it’s pretty old. I’ll redraw it sometime in the future.

(Do not steal or repost my work)

One of my favorite ocs as of yet, her name is Kalliste (kuh-least) (20) and she is just lovely hehejcnsjwofnkw9scu-

Kalliste is like a cultivator for those who protect the Guardian. She is specifically assigned to Amal, since she's the only one with the patience to handle him.

Farewell online privacy

Reblog if you've actually SEEN the movie "The Aristocats"

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since the old version of this post was flagged for ‘adult content’…

reblog this post if your account is a trans safe space or owned by a trans person!

along with that, reblog if your account is a non-binary spectrum safe space or owned by someone on the nb spectrum!

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Hello.

I am a 23 year old Indian muslim lesbian living with my homophobic and abusive parents. I came out to my parents a couple of months back in July and it has been painful ever since. I made a post about this before but the situation has only gotten worse ever since.

My father has started hitting me physically and my mother just walks out of the room whenever that happens. He keeps blaming me for "being like this" and tells me how I don't deserve to live. I had my laptop taken from me and I have to sneak into their room in the mornings when they are asleep to use my phone. It is currently 9AM and I am shaking in fear of being caught. I cannot call the cops because I live in a homophobic society and they may agree with his actions.

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sukuna, a killer who lies in the blood of his enemies is shut up by you, and can't find it in himself to kill you the moment you snap at him

sukuna, a killer who doesn't hesitate to snap a neck in half hesitates to speak to you, not wanting to embarrasses himself and potentially ruin the spark that ignited the moment you laughed at something stupid he did

sukuna, someone who never tries to impress anybody but himself, finds himself trying to impress you, getting you little things when he goes on a trip away from his temple, seashells from the seaside, roses from the farm he paced by

sukuna, the curse that is feared by the sorceress, fears that you will eventually grow tired of his silly tactics, and grow tired of him

sukuna, who never falls at the knees of anybody, falls at yours, kissing your feet when you patch his wounds up one night, stating that you must be a heavenly body for no human deserves to share your title

sukuna who kisses your neck gently, his hands holding your face and the back of your head, kissing your tears away as he promised to slaughter anybody who dare tried to hurt you

the curse that was said to never love, you proved them wrong, as it was possible for sukuna to love with his little heart, to give his life to you, letting you live yours comfortably

sukuna, who died so violently and so hauntingly, told you he'd find you once more, over the river and under the hillside, where the sun reached so softly, somewhere made for two lovers to roam