A Pair Of Red Crowned Cranes (Grus Japonensis) Perform A Courtship Dance In Hokkaido, Japan

born to be a highly desirable vampire that every immortal is pining for in a fucked up gothic romance but forced to watch & read about it instead

If only they were mine

MC's Room... But Give Me That Isometric View

yay, I did it! *sound of my head thumping against desk*

the real purpose of it all was so I could make this hehe... good morning Esther :3

I saw the first three hats so many times, and now, at last, I finally have it: The Origin of Hats

Are fedoras really that bad?

YES YES THEY ARE

Happy birthday, Mhin!! 🩵 I saw they apparently feed stray cats, so I hope that means they're friends with all the cats

If I see anyone misgendering Mhin on their birthday of all days I'll eat you

What do you think each character’s eye design says about them? 👁️

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The tea is RED! Guys the tea is red... its normally green.

Doesn't ais have a teapot that he dumps out water (or whatever it is) from the spring

Touchstarved MC who wanted desperately to learn some kind of healing spell to atone for their cursed hands.

They studied, worked hard, searching until they finally figured out a way to use healing spells without any hand-contact by focusing all the energy into their face.

Touchstarved MC who kneels down the their lover's bleeding side, smothering the edges of the lacerations with gentle kisses, pouring so much glowing love into the battered skin that it makes their lover choke a little bit. Their lips stained red, peering up at their speechless LI like a worshiper in mid prayer.

Touchstarved MC who nuzzles away bruises and scrapes, brushing over the pain with their soft eyelashes and purifying wounds with tears so damn-near holy, that won't stop flowing because MC is so scared that it's not enough. They need to fix and purify the small damages that ail the one they love.

Touchstarved MC who places a protective kiss on their lover's forehead every single morning, knowing the recipient can feel the warmth of the spell. They don't have to speak, they both know what it means. Maybe with Leander is started as a funny way to cure his hangovers, until he realized how long the little spell lasted throughout the day.

Touchstaved MC who replaces the pain of wounds with a deeper, throbbing ache that clings to hearts and takes root like an infection of loneliness and desperation.

"You don't know me. I'm not the same person anymore."

"That's okay. I'll get to know you again."