#I can't get that image out of my head

[boredth]

Wrong apartment, wrong target

[bird-mayhaps]

is the fact like can do those dive chalange things kind of meaning that he would be a zonai "youth" cos the construct said it was for "zonai youths to show their courage and enter adulthood" and to be honest they can likely tell link is technically in his hundred so when do the zonai consider one at the age of an adult? or is it like judged on the things they've done?

[utane]

I keep drawing them too cute Gonna need to channel that toxic dynamic I know they can have

[s-aint-elmo]

can i offer you some bookverse gelphie in these trying pre-for good times

(ID in alt text)

[screwpinecaprice]

Copying artstyle off of older Steven and Connie concept art for the heck of it. (And chibis. ┐⁠(⁠´⁠▾⁠｀⁠)⁠┌)

The proportions felt awkward to draw, I did end up stretching them a bit. Haha

[lxvvie]

Taking the whole "taller significant other taking a picture of their shorter lover mid-argument" meme and turning it around on Price.

Instead of that, you flood his texts with pictures of him mid-argument, smiling, in thought—just Price doing Pricey things that make his cheeks puff out, basically. Afterward, you proceed to send him pictures of rabbits, quokkas, squirrels, etc., with the chunkiest of cheeks and tell him that's what he looks like.

The disrespect of it all.

Now you're in the doghouse with Price because he does not look like that (he does) but you don't take it seriously because even with the stern look he gives you, his cheeks still puff out.

[mysterydragon14]

haven't posted art in a while so here's a bunch of voice pairings

half of these are inspired by @writingdevil's writings (I think now I've read every stp fic they wrote aside from the big one called tongues and teeth I keep hearing about) the other half is just random pairings my friends suggested have fun guessing which half lol

[wnacn]

Pages: 13-16

Pages: 17-19

Pages: 10-12

Start off here!

[die-auster]

You again?!

The Blue spirit annoys Kuruk to no end.

An art trade with the amazing @chiptrillino.

[z-tomaz]

it also caught me so off guard in episode 1 in particular that the crew clearly knew how much izzy was doing to protect them from ed?? no one's saying it out loud because it won't help but the hug, and the whole scene surrounding it, says they've all quietly been paying attention and worrying about him behind his back and it was a culmination of weeks and months of living like they were while knowing that izzy was bending over backwards to absorb as much of ed's rage and heartbreak and anger as possible in order to shield the rest of them??? help??

[anime-lover324]

There is no way God of Death didn't get beaten up even once by Choi Jung Soo or Lee Soo Hyuk, especially after he pulled the "Your friends' death was your fault".

So, I just imagine Choi Jung Gun either joining them or giving the broom to them like:

[cannibalovers]

"Hannibal, stop stabbing ppl for buying me drinks."

[anticidic]

It's thanks to @hintabutbsd that I couldn't get these images out of my head and now I'm like...pokémon trainer AU, but very specifically 15!skk

Dazai learns to patch up his pokémon himself when in a pinch, and he'll feed them berries and spray potions on their wounds because Yokohama has its fair share of sketchy Pokémon Centers that he doesn't trust the same way he doesn't trust people to patch him up and tend to his wounds. So his pokémon are sometimes wandering around covered in bandages themselves and the first time Chuuya sees Dazai's Wooper, he has half a mind to snatch the thing up and bring it to a proper Pokémon Center for treatment.

His crimes include snatching berries from the trees of berry growers and inappropriately using the HM Surf to cross waters where pokémon surfing is illegal in the bay (he does it cut down time but also to get away from Chuuya when he pulls his pranks, forgetting Chuuya has a pokémon that can fly and Dazai's sometimes just been...snatched up in the claws of a talonflame and flown back to headquarters)

He busts those medicinal shops that sell the super bitter herbs that pokémon hate like revival herbs, energy roots, and heal powders. And force feeds them to his enemies instead

He's been holding off on evolving his Wooper for years because he found the poor thing all alone in an alley battered and surrounded by trashcans and dumpsters where it didn't belong, looking a little scared as thunder struck. Wooper shouldn't be alone but he didn't know what else to do other than take it in himself and patch it up. Then it refused to leave his side. And now he might have a tiny soft spot for it.

He also likes using Chuuya's pokémon because of his own laziness. Sometimes Chuuya will walk in to his arcanine starting a little fire for Dazai to keep warm because he can't stand the cold—and has half a mind to tell Dazai to cut it out and catch his own fire types if he wants one so bad, but might have a SMALL change of heart because his arcanine-then-growlithe used to do the same for him and the Sheep when they were in the slums)

Or he'll get the great idea of taking it for a ride across the city so he can catch up to Chuuya who's speeding on his motorcycle.

Dazai tries to goad people into touching his Wooper because it secretes a deadly poison, and Chuuya threatens him every time he does it.

[loki-hargreeves]

Thinking about riding Poe and him praising you and saying stuff like "that's right, make yourself feel good on my cock" and once you cum, he'd turn you over and fuck you into oblivion while chasing his own high

[starleska]

Radio waves are part of the electromagnetic spectrum, right? Imagine Lux changing the radio stations to flirt with you before fully revealing himself to you…

😳😳😳 anon...your mind...!!! 🙈💖💖 absolutely they are, and i never even considered Lux doing radio manipulation!! gosh, just imagine: "And who's out there right now? Why, you, of course, lovely listener! Spendin' the evening gettin' your ears tickled by my voice. Funny old thing—makes you feel like I'm right there with ya, don't it? Woah-ho, look at you squirmin'! Easy, doll, I ain't gonna bite. Not yet."

[gingermintpepper]

There are many things people expect from one called 'God of Blood'. Always, the first thought is the blood of war, the blood of violence, the blood of the weak shed for the goals of the strong. Ares doesn't think of the blood of battle at all. When he thinks of blood, he envisions the many tied knots of blood bonds and bonds forged in the blood of battle. Blood sons and blood daughters, blood brothers and battle sisters, blood oaths and blood vengeance - he watches over them all and keeps close each one of these bonds.

One cannot begrudge his displeasure then when he realises he cannot tell Leto's offspring apart just by looking at them.

It was easier when it was just Artemis. Dark hair curled about her shoulders, a fierce mien whenever Father summons her to the mountain, a scattering of bones and blood shed whenever she was disturbed; the eldest child of Leto was a wild thing, sharp toothed with sharper claws always at the ready. There's whispers of her being a twin, of her other half being made to crawl on their belly as penance for their sin of god-slaying but Ares pays it little mind. What twins look alike among their number? Even dog litters are born distinct with all their unique markings inlaid in their fur. Artemis' twin too would be much more than their sister's mirror image.

Pouring over his list now, he wishes anything about Phoebus Apollo was that simple.

Mirror image did not begin to describe it. The twins were the same height, the same build, had the same colour and texture hair, ate the same raw food and drank the same amount of nectar. There was no difference in how they dressed, no difference in the company they kept, no variance in the weapons they used. There are some days Ares still cannot believe Phoebus will grow into a man and not some nymph with the way his ears have that slender point. He watches them now, sitting together beneath a shady palm and stringing their bows in an uncanny unison and curses because he still cannot tell them apart. What use is his skill in knowing blood when they both have the same damn blood running through their veins? What bond is there to sense when they are tied so tightly together, Ares can scarcely tell brother from sister?

He sighs. Unadorned and completely alone, the only way to know who is who is to speak to them. He'll have to find more ways to tell them apart from a distance. Surely they cannot stay this similar all the rest of their immortal lives.