Started House Of Open Wounds.

Can't get the dream I had this weekend out of my head. The gorgeous gold glow everything seemed to have, like everything was perfect. How happy dream-me was. The fact that I was a girl in said dream. I was older, sure. But she was happy, and the world was full of light and hope.

Yuuji forcing Sukuna to his knees is healing me. Sukuna taking a moment to be a petty dick about it is also healing me.

I still maintain that getting violently fucked by Yuuji in that inmate domain would have fixed Sukuna—or at least kept him from *gestures* all this.

Sibling au part 3, it’s wholesome this time I promise

Edit: you can read the fic for the first image here! It's everything I could've hoped for, thank you @sukuna-dees-nuts!!

Part 1 | Part 2

i'm out on the north atlantic sniping titanics with .50 calibre rounds made of pure iceberg. i'm a ghost on the waves

Figures at work in a winter landscape, an approaching storm beyond (1859) by Fredrik Marinus Kruseman (1816-1882)

Oh my fucking god op

I don't know whether to laugh or to cry

trying to break into the furry scene what do you guys think of my newest ocs

some original art i made after disappearing from the face of the (tumblr) earth

nvm house of open wounds, my best friend, house of open wounds.