Outside Your Blog Meowing. Let Me In Fucker

this is how madoka solo'd the whole universe and fate itself

(doodling gone right)

We see what you mean luffy...

We see it clearly..

Luffy likes👌

they are sitting and pondering

Don't ask me for relationship advice cause I'll tell you to kill him

I'M GONNA DIE THIS IS THE CUTEST THING I'VE EVER SEEN

HERE IT'S THE COMPLETE COMIC WITH THE LAST COUPLE OF PAGES

The author is nomino rice 😊❤️

I feel like people don't understand what fetishization really means & it has a lot of well intentioned lefty types like afraid of being attracted to people

btw if you tell me something and i reply with “oh???” that’s the equivalent of a dog’s ears perking up

real yappers know how to keep at least one unwilling audience

I am having insane urges to also write a little for sleep token so let me throw this at you Thankyou

Vessel x GN reader

(Cut for length)

Vessel who falls so hard for you. Who can’t physically keep himself from thinking about you, or talking about you, or finding excuses to be around you…

He spends hours talking about you to the other vessels, they each are well aware of his deep feelings for you, and honestly they’re shocked you haven’t picked up on it yet. Vessel knows he isn’t exactly secretive about it, but there’s a part of him that just wants you to know. He wants you to know how much he likes you and how badly he needs you and how he constantly fights the urge to reach out for you every single time you two are in the same room.

But despite all that, he is terrified. Terrified of you not returning his feelings. Terrified that if you were to find out how he felt it would scare you off. Terrified that it would just be too much for you and you’d leave, you’d leave him and he would be entirely to blame for it. He can’t take that risk he just can’t.

So instead he writes about you. He writes song after song after song about you. He dreams up everything he wants to do with you… do to you… and he uses that as his inspiration to write. Even if he never uses them, and just kept them to himself. He feels almost possessive over what he’s written about you, as if he doesn’t want anyone else in the world to see you how he sees you.

He lets you read some of them… the lesser obvious ones. And you read them with such passion, praising him for his beautiful words and incredible writing. And he just watches as you have no idea you’re reading about yourself.