I've Been Disappearing A Bit, But Only Because I'm Recovering From Surgery And Getting Back Into The

Why are there still no mods for Stardew Valley with characters from kny??? Don't you want to make a small Japanese house and have a Pillar husband? liar.

i feel some people may enjoy these

Rise & Shine Beauty

obanai being so touch starved and sanemi being so good with his hands, his words. sanemi, who was supposed to just be his best friend, enveloping him in his arms, tangling the sheets around them as his fingers skim over obanai’s face, caressing his cheek and all the while whispering soft, nearly unintelligible praise. his lips ghosting obanai’s clavicle, teeth nipping at his skin as he growls under his breath that, fuck, obanai is so fucking attractive, and he can’t get enough of him, and that he has no reason to feel insecure. and obanai’s laying beneath him, his hair mussed, a rosy blush dusting his cheeks. he’s leaning into sanemi’s hold, allowing himself to crave openly. then they’re just cradling one another, skin pressed against skin, sharp breaths steadying as they gaze at each other, eyes full of so much unspoken infatuation. it feels like safety. it feels like everything either has wanted for so long, but have been too scared to voice. and suddenly, its like there’s something between them that has never been there before. perhaps it had nudged at the edges of their conscious, trying to find its way through. but it didn’t make it in until now, seeping from the warmth they shared. there was a name to it, somewhere. something soft and gentle and reckless and amazing. the title was unsure, for now, but, possibly, one day, they may let it be synonymous to love. perfect, uncertain, beautiful love. all for them.

Trying to draw again after a few years… Oh, I really haven't done it in almost four years? Phew, well, a sketch of my oc for kny, a mess of scales, fins and my tattoo. No one forbids half-breeds to have tattoos, right?

Relaxing in a better world, hiding in the ruins at the bottom

Another funny situation in my life.

My friend is quite sensitive if you stroke his head and the back of his head, and he can pass out in about five seconds, and in a very deep sleep.

Literally, I made him fall asleep like that three times in one hour.

So…

PLEASE, STROKE THE GENYA ON HIS HEAD, ARGH, GRRRAH, MY BABY, I WANT TO SQUEEZE HIM IN MY HANDS AND NEVER LET GO

the only thing inside my head rn is uni and spiderman-sanemi

I started playing Baldur's Gate 3 a couple months before I ran away from my mother's house.

Looking back on my first playthrough now, I understand why my favorite characters resonated with me so much...

Astarion, who wanted freedom and choice, who wanted to escape the supervision of someone he had to call a Master and whose orders he had to follow.

Karlah, who also wanted freedom and the ability to simply live, without fear, without orders, without having to fight for her life every day, wanting simple closeness, simple... Touch and acceptance, recognition.

Recognition that they were both not monsters and deserved to live.

I didn't know then how close they really were to me.

These two.