HES SQUISHY AND GOT A TUMMY AND I LOVE HIM

look, I don’t love Nanami’s design, but this photo?

This may change my mind…….

Perpeta without his mask (at least my interpretation) I wanted to draw him as a middle point between Tobias and Copia in a way

Im also LOVING the headcanon that, since he is the lost twin he was raised Catholic before being reclaimed by the Satanic church, pretty altar boy 💜

Swiss I’m free this Veterans Day weekend

a quick drawing of him cus im busy with commissions teheh

just a small reminder for whoever comes across this. I know I’m in need of a reminder right about now

finding it necessary to remind everyone that it's seasonal. i promise you it's seasonal. everyone i know is out of their minds right now in some way or another. it's seasonal.

when the keigo ones are dropped please tag me I’m begging on my knees I need to see this

—works in progress + my fav line from them.

KEIGO

crawling into your window past 10 has become a good habit of his.

you aren’t any better; you’re eyes remain halfway open and you play the role of someone who’s had too much of him, when in reality, you know you’ll always be there to make sure he gets that world he yawns for, even it’s one constructed of legos.

for no reason now, morning just might be his favorite time of the day.

the door flicks open to reveal you standing outside. you startle a bit, evident in the way you quickly retract your hand from knocking once more you’re pretty in all your morning glory he thinks. just how long do you plan on standing there?

JASON TODD

when you have nowhere else to go, jason never hesitates to pull you too close.

The ringtone of his phone is what does it, particularly that tone that he’s been hearing a lot recently but never thought would be the reason he would be awaken from his sleep.

you let jason walk in and he follows.

he can see it all the moment he closes the door behind him. from the way you slightly look around to ensure perfection, to how nervous you seem from letting him into your space for the first time, to him, nothing goes unnoticed.

in which you two frolic in the snow together at a questionable hour.

jason parks on the side of the road to your wanted destination, a smile playing on his lips when you get out the car and make a run for it, the heat of your hand still hot against his own.

there’s a lot you can tell when things shift—especially when they have everything to do with jason.

his recent absence and distantness could maybe be explained as normal, that is, if only the two of you were just friends. maybe it could be sold to you if he didn’t tangle his fingers in your hair every time he kissed you and if he didn’t seem to linger a bit too long in the hold of your embrace.

jason comforttt!! this one don’t have a synopsis.

the thought of getting home and taking a nice bath is the only thing that gets you through the day. on your way home the trees swish, the cars honk, the children chase and most evidently the sun hangs, falling low from a place in the sky that highlights the outline of your apartment building.

KENTO NANAMI

he really should go home, be out of your hair by this hour but the warmth of the moment outweighs the ticking clock and being by your side a bit longer won’t hurt. it never has.

nanami who tumbles with you a little bit on your way in, catching you in the hold of his arms right as you’re about to fall and pulls you closer than you ever are into his space. you take a little longer to pull back all while he asks if you’re okay. you hum in response, straightening yourself and hope that, in the dimly light space of you’re entryway, he doesn’t see the slight red to your cheeks.

the fact of the matter being he’s your and your his.

when the first snow of the year falls, nanami isn't looking up into the quiet sprinkling sky. instead, shielded under the door awning of the coffee shop, the blondes eyes are trained on the person he sees across the street, their arms happily looped around two others in the display of twinkling snowflakes. ever since you left his hold, nothing has allowed him to forget you.

rains got you wet but nanami can help dry you— or not. it’s his choice.

“—actually, I don’t want to hear anything from someone who can’t even dry themselves properly.” his tone is serious but it’s betrayed by the way he uses his hands. the soft manner that he scrunches pieces of your hair in whispers ‘you’re precious to me’.

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DROOLING. D R O O L I N G

@spoiledleaff MORE ON THIS BECAUSE ILY!!!

Note: zephyr also has a tramp stamp that says

"Satan's Chronic Slut"

Right above his ass🤠🫶

He also has a womb tat that completes the PER ASPERA in his chest :> and it points "↓" with the smallest little home tatted little arrow that Ifrit gave him whole he was zooted 🥲 LOL

A new victim (@//alicenyannya on Twitter) has come out regarding Wilbur Soot and their past relationship in 2019.

( Link to tweet )

Beware, if you're sensitive to delicate topics this covers talks of emotional and domestic abuse, alcohol, self harm and sexual assault.

IDs in alt are available.

OMFG I LOVE THIS MAN I CANT EVEN EXPLAIN ITS FUCKING INSANE DUDE

CORPSE x Bringe Me The Horizon - CODE MISTAKE

inspired by boop day, reblog this post if its ok for people to send you random asks and interact on your posts with no judgement. i want to talk to people.