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[the-house-of-aces]

Just watched the new Chikn Nuggit lore episode. I need you freaks to draw so much Chikn x Onyn Ring IMMEDIATELY. Please 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

[mmiawinters]

mia winters + zoe baker messy angsty codependent yuri NEOWWWWW !!!!!!! NEOWWWWWWWWWW !!!!!

[smallvictorianchildwhofoundwifi]

Why does love have to be strictly familial or romantic. Why can’t someone love from the bottom of their heart without it being ribboned on a label of “fatherly” or “sibling” or “lover”. Why can’t a mentor truly care for their student without it being parental. I honestly find it more poetic to love someone like that. Idk

Yes this post is about Aizawa, I’m sorry, and no this post is not about Vlad- that is a proud father right there

(Started this post with the intent on talking mostly about mentor-student relationships but I’m too tired for that)

[another-delta-lover]

Fuckkk I give up

[raticalshoez]

I love Ren presumably using "we" and "us" because he's acting as if both his and Tango's souls are still present as he is possessing Tango, but also like lore-wise. Just considering it in lore is like.

I'm reading this whole thing as Ren taking over Tango when his character didn't really need to have a sub. In Pearl's case during Limited Life, she was taken out because she didn't have enough time to recover from how much Double Life affected her and Cleo just. Idk needed a break from their messy family drama or something. However with Tango and Ren, Ren was acknowledging Tango kore than Lizzie or Gem addressed Pearl and Cleo. Ren even explicitly says that he feels like something inside him (as much as that sounded. Horrible in the moment. Goddammit he can't escape the innuendoes, can he?).

Idk I've just been....thinking about. I'm not the smartest when it comes to this #Lore stuff, and idek if this is coherent but MAN. The idea of Tango vaguely knowing something is up, but not really being able to do anything about it is just.

[rtz669]

guys what's your methods? personally i think about doctors examining me, works like a charm

[lordofthesoups]

IM OBSESSED WITH HER! SHES SO SHAPE <333

Who up listening to the siren song of the hive

[sophszzz]

And here we see the sad queer in their natural habitat, crawling pathetically back to tumblr the minute ao3 goes down to check the tag

[imgdist0000]

drawing people i see in the city (37/?)

[zumicho]

growing sideways ໑ prologue : lucky number

𝗖𝗪: grief, loss, family issues

three was the number her mother said to keep close to her heart. “cherish it. one day you will understand why it is so important.”

three bowls of homemade miso soup and three sets of toes poking out the knitted quilt from grandma, sat quietly watching cartoons and pirated films on a flickering basement tv.

three sore spots down her back from sitting up in church all day, a burn patch on her tongue left from the spongebob-shaped ice pops gifted by the singing ice cream truck as a reward for keeping quiet.

three pairs of bleach-stained fingers from the ten-minute youtube tutorial and box of hair dye they hid from their parents.

three cups of tears, laughter, and memories, all left to die the day their grandmother was guided up heaven’s stairs.

three children at a funeral.

atsumu, the oldest, stepped up on the podium and gave a fifteen minute long speech, voice cracking only twice midway. osamu, middle, played a japanese rendition of country roads on wobbling keys. on the very last note, heads turned to her — face buried in her grandfather’s arms, filled to the brim with resentment at their parents’ failure to attend.

seething in angry tears, jealousy replaced her disbelief.

at the very core, she wished she could be where they were, nowhere near the dream-shattering reality that her hope in human form was lying limp in a fancy box.

hands glued together, she sat between her brothers in grandpa’s silver blue mustang, words feeling too heavy for use.

at thirteen, thirteen and three minutes, and ten, nothing in the world could separate them. but after the funeral, there was no more soup, no more church, no more ice cream, and no more laughing.

there was highschool, college, and growing up.

© ZUMICHO 2024 all rights reserved. do not repost, edit, translate, or feed my works to ai, on any platform.

a/n: this is actually a rewritten snippet from a novel I wrote in 2020 (now archived), & this excerpt specifically is really personal and special to me. it is rare that I compliment my own work, but I really do love this one. I’m proud of it. I think it’s going to heal me

working backwards again! text intros out soon

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[ollyrewind]

i think your creature-of-the-night brother wants to hang out with us

[saryasy]

#real tv is back

Bonus:

[circuscrypt1d]

guess what

[ains-art]

Kinda spiritual successor of a painting i did in 2021 of a moonicorn (cow unicorn)

[theproboscismonkey]

Uhm.. fishing buddy!!!

[blueskittlesart]

sharing mana