this looks so basic

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LGBT + happy ending

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What is it that you’re so afraid of?

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I can bring tears to your eyes and resurrect the dead. I form in an instant and last a lifetime. What am I?
                                                                      A memory.

(a.k.a. the scene in which Oswald is an adorable little sad snuggle-bug)

Pale as morning mist, his eyes concealed more than they told

a quick sketch of Hawky boy

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Caejose Week 2016
Day 7 - Growing Old

you guys remember that Howl’s Moving Castle au i did last september? well its back

anonymous asked:

yoi thing where every time victuuri do the diddly doo makkachin starts scratching the door and whimpering because he thinks victor is hurting yuuri from the Noises™ ... a good doggo

“Victor,” Yuuri moans, hands gripping the bedsheets.

Victor tangles one hand in Yuuri’s hair and keeps the other firmly on his hip, holding him in place. He leans forward and kisses his way down the back of his neck and then his shoulder, nipping on the blade. Yuuri groans again, burying his face in the pillow to try and muffle his noises. “Yuuri, I–”

There’s a whimpering and scratching from outside of the door.

Victor stills, slightly, and Yuuri moans again, shifting his hips backwards. “Don’t stop.”

“Makka cried,” Victor explains, and squeezes Yuuri’s hip. Reluctantly, he pulls out, and Yuuri whimpers, entire body shuddering at the loss. “Hang on.”

“Makkachin is crying?” Yuuri asks, paying more attention now that the words have set in. “Is he okay?”

Victor pulls on boxers, wincing as he does so, and then swings open the door. “Makka?”

Makkachin leaps onto the bed, lands on top of Yuuri and starts licking his face. “Makkachin!” Yuuri yelps, scrambling to cover himself with the bedsheets. “Makka, now isn’t… Now isn’t a good time…”

“I think he was worried about you,” Victor sighs, petting his dog on the head. “What with all of the noises you were making.” At that, Victor grins, and Yuuri laughs, cheeks tinted pink.

“He came to protect me from you,” Yuuri jokes. “Good boy. But can we please continue where we left off?”

“Shoo, Makka, we’ll come play with you in a minute, I promise. You’ve got your new toy in the kitchen, don’t you? Your new distraction?”

Makkachin looks unimpressed. He’s still watching Yuuri, tilting his head to the side with confusion. As though trying to confirm whether or not he’s okay. “I’m fine, Makka,” Yuuri promises. “Your papa was just… Um…” He glances at Victor, desperate for help.

“We were playing, like how you play with your toys,” Victor promises, then gestures for Makkachin to get down from the bed. The dog does so, still unconvinced. “Now we need to… Finish playing. Please.

He doesn’t leave the room. Victor buries his face in his hands. Yuuri gives Makkachin a pleading look. “Makka… Go see your toy. I’ll be quiet, I promise.”

Eventually, Makkachin obeys, but two minutes later there’s more scratching on the door – this time, though, Makkachin thinks Victor is in pain.