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OMFGGGGGGGGGGGGG

This is my favourite released picture ever because Hanako/Amane is finally on the moon like he’s always dreamed of?? But instead of focusing on that he’s just looking at Yashiro.

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these are legs!! they can be used for. measuring and stuff. pretty interesting, right? have you heard about the girl who got them attached to her ankles? at birth? i hear that they fused at one point. and the colors got transferred to her hair...

You ever just buy a fruit or vegetable you've never had before and have no idea how to cook just to find out? Because today in the grocery store I was compelled by the sheer ridiculous whimsy of this previously entirely unfamiliar root vegetable the size of my dick.

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WE’RE AT ANOTHER CAMELLIA-TERA TIE

concealing my vote bcs both of u are amazing </3

💐 mysti’s bracket battle: ROUND ONE

link to the original post <3

FIRST CONTESTANTS

silly propaganda (more like descrips by mysti)

gigi || @ocelotlesbian

if you dont know her already, THE jesus of mitsuba fans !!!!! an amazing mootie w a love of mitsuba, animal crossing, mitsuba, hipster glasses, mitsuba, and mitsuba!! always has enthusiastic energy and extremely fun to yap to, go check out her beautiful art too!! :3cc

syk || @sykatz

the ONE and ONLY killua & miya chinen fan ever !!! absolutely love yapping about hxh and sk8 with him, also has the most beautiful miya chinen art ever!! if you ever need a mootie to cheer you on when trying to make an irl conversation abt hxh eough cough ask syk!!

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HI AM I GETTING TSUKASA AM I GETTING HANAKO AM I GETTING MITSUBA AM I GETTING-

You're about to close on your very own, suspiciously affordable and comfortable house. Just before you sign the contract, the realtor shows you the required legal disclosure: your new house is haunted by the type of presence you'll get from this spinner wheel.

Of course it is.

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imagine getting hanako and nene on a quest to resurrect the dead!!!

this would be so chaotic but so funnnnn yippee!!! i get a good thing for once <3

You are faced with some random problem and the only person who can help you is the main character from the last piece of media you consumed (you can also do favorite character if there are multiple main characters). You can stay in this universe or be in the universe of the character, whichever you prefer, but the problem remains the same and the only person who can directly help you is the main character. That character can call on the help of those they know in their media, but when it comes down to it, they are the only person really helping you. How do you react to this situation?

Spin to find out your problem:

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omfg there’s a jshk fic on the spreadsheet jshk fans goooooooo since i don’t have time

Are you frustrated you can't leave second kudos on AO3? or third kudos? or whatever-who's-counting kudos?

Well, have I got the html for you!

Plop any of these in a comment (by copy&pasting the code) to make an author's day and show your appreciation!

Second kudos: <img src="https://i.ibb.co/tHMjbb6/second-kudos.png" alt="second kudos">

Third kudos: <img src="https://i.ibb.co/52bggQH/third-kudos.png" alt="third kudos">

nth kudos: <img src="https://i.ibb.co/6y7qGtC/nth-kudos.png" alt="nth kudos">

yet another kudos: <img src="https://i.ibb.co/wKtcj0s/yet-another-kudos.png" alt="yet another kudos">

It will look something like this (and will be transparent with white outline on dark backgrounds):

Feel free to spread and use these as much as you like! (and if you have ideas for other variations, let me know ✌️)

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... holy shit to my score of 69

ignore that really, really long line of checkmarks yall...

is it trying to tell me something

y’all expose yourselves and take this fanfic test i was just forced to by an irl so now i’m making you too

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you have reawakened one of my long-lost wip artworks :3

here you go~! enjoy! three different versions of mikutsuba <3

(+ someone grab me an ice pack my hand huuuuuuurts 😭)

miku-tsuba

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also another sneak peek on this one i forgot to do yesterday :painandsuffering: HOW DO YOU PANEL

aida does it so flawlessly i cant (i’ve been drawing it directly on one layer so now it’s all jumbled up i regret not planning out the pacing and stuff before making the panels look this way sdfhskjdhfkjhsdjk)

(huuuuuuge respect to comic artists and manga writers yall are the coolest)

i promise i’ve fixed nene’s eyes now 🙏 they’re wayyyy too far apart here

if yall wanna know the plot (there’s practically none) it’s just 'would you still love me if i was a fish' and aoi going (very flirtily and aoi-ly) 'ur so silly nene-chan that implies that i'll stop loving you ever' and fish shenanigans woohoo yay (im going to run out of space bcs i intend to do it in one square and im also going to run out of sanity send help)

tldr i wanted an excuse to draw my beloved gardening duo one-sided flirting in a classroom filled with people 🎉🎉 that is all

WIP AOINENE COMIC???????!?!?!??!

im hyping myself up i really do not know how to panel LMAO

@musicalmoritz i offer this sacrifice to the aoinene queen

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it appears kou and mitsuba are appearing most often <3

i find myself more like a merged version of aoi & shijima mei ! mei when we’re not being all soft voiced like this ♡

Take the quiz "My goofy brain assigns a tbhk character to you" on uQuiz at https://uquiz.com/quiz/QBmaao/my-goofy-brain-assigns-a-tbhk-character-to-you

Found this through Pinterest and got Mitsuba

I dunno how- i find myself like Nene

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excuse me when tf did i read this and how did i forget /nm

anyways. EVERYONE WHO SEES THIS, GO READ !!!!!

QUALITY WRITING HERE !!!!

With the help of Yako, the trio begin their climb through the Hell of Mirrors in search of Mitsuba.

WHEW FINALLY GOT CHAPTER TWO DONE! my simple mitsukou fic idea has quickly spiraled out of control haha woopsies. im going to be slapping on these little chapter sketches from now on i think.

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i am WHEEZING

💐 the mysti mootie bracket battle !

intro 💐

welcome to the bracket battle!! i’m your host, mysti, and on today’s show we’re going to find out who the superior mysti mootie is!! we have 16 tributes, and in two weeks or so we will have 1 winner!!

scroll for more info (ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ.ﾟ

how this works!!

there are four rounds! i will make a new post for each round, but will paste the link to this og post on each one. every round will last 3 days so make sure to use your time to rally up votes for yourself through rbs & sharing!

i will have a propaganda unit with each round based off my relationship with my mooties, but if you want to submit extra details for me to add, feel free to comment!!

extra!!

ofc this is all for fun, you’re all my faves and i don’t think there’s an actual superior mysti mootie ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡

but i do want to see who tbhkblr + the community will vote for!!

so go vote and have fun with this !!! can’t wait to see the results :3c

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DO A MERMAID AU DO MY MERMAID AU I DONT HAVE DESIGNS A MERMAID AU DO THE MERMAID AU

gang. gang send me tbhk aus. i wanna draw. fan made aus or official aus PLEASE please please send me your aus i wanna make fanart for you guys

like these!!

please send me your sillies gang

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as i just said concisely in the kamome gakuen discord:

transcript below. there’s a lot

i’m freaking crying

IM CRYING OKAY I DON'T USUALLY CRY. THIS IS SUCH A GOOD GOOD GOOD VIDEO

IT MADE ME CRY HOW TF DID IT MAKE ME CRY??? BY BEING SO FREAKING GOOD IT MADE ME CRY. GO WATCH.

IT ALSO STARTED WITH TINY LIGHT SO I THINK THAT FACTORED IN

OUFGH SOMEONE WITH A GOOGLE ACCOUNT INVITE THEM HERE PLS

I WANT TO DISSECT THEIR MIND

(translation: it's the Cinna Hours)

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

IM. SO FLOORED BY THIS IM TOO OBSESSED WITH THIS SERIES IT'S PAIN IT REJUVENATES ME AND REVIVES ME AND REFRESHES ME AND RIPS MY HEART OUT BEFORE SQUASHING IT AND CUTTING IT INTO SMALL PIECES THROWN INTO A DARK DARK WELL IM SO NORMAL. ABOUT THIS SERIES

SOMEONE STAB ME.

THAT WAY WE CAN SUFFER TOGETHER FOREVER

LET ME FLOP ON THE FLOOR LIKE A FISH FOR A BIT IM GOING TO SPROUT TENTACLES AND JUMP OFF OF A BUILDING INTO A WELL TO JOIN THE REST OF THE PEOPLE THAT DIED AS A RESULT OF JSHKILLS YOU STABS YOU MURDERS YOU WITH A BLOODSTAINED KNIFE TWISTS YOUR NECK OFF HITS YOU WITH A CAR AND DRIVES AWAY TRAILING BLACK INK

UGH

i need to die

(psst. the really cool person who started this all,,, here’s a link to the tbhkblr discord </3 i don’t think you’ll see it though. but. i can try)

best transition sentence ever written in the tbhk fandom:

33:39 minutes in and i hear "and with that i will spend the next 20 minutes justifying cannibalism".

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i-

(read go read it’s beautiful and it twisted my aoinene heart into pieces the metaphors the emotions that damn shampoo if i hadn’t already shed all the tears i had left i would shed even more. this is angst. you can peer into it and feel its angstiness prick at your eyes and draw tears, but you’re also going to have to appreciate the beauty of the words strung together to make it. thank you so much beecalm <3 your fic is amazing)

it takes less than two minutes for aoi’s entire world to end

or; i had some thoughts about That scene in tbhk 126

When Nene’s phone cuts to voicemail for the fifth time, when the sun begins to cast long shadows across the ground outside, when the feeling of worry-fear-where-are-you burns to a fever pitch behind her ribs- Aoi is the one who suggests that they go and search for her.

It was Kou who saw Nene last- haunting the shoe lockers the night before with the wild, unpredictable look of something hunted. It’s a description that Aoi can’t quite reconcile with the girl she knows- the Yashiro Nene of silly crushes, sunflower patches, bright bursts of laughter like stars in the night.

(I wish I could be you, Nene told her once, huddled in the shade of the rhododendron bush. Referring to Aoi’s unfortunate engagement to one Minamoto Teru- but, semantics. If she’d ever known how to be brave, Aoi would’ve told her in reply why would you want that, when you’re already everything?)

She should’ve suggested they look for Nene earlier. As soon as Kou got back.

“She’d never disappear for this long,” Aoi insists, as another call cuts to the voicemail message that Nene recorded in the back of their maths class the previous year, Aoi’s quiet laughter just audible in the background. “Not without telling one of us.”

Mouth set in a grim line, Teru seems to agree. Aoi doesn’t need to look at Akane to know that he’ll be following.

The walk to the Red House is a tense one; a ligament bent close to snapping, a disaster waiting to happen. Aoi doesn’t miss that Teru has foregone his bag, sheathing his sword close at his hip instead. (She’d be a hypocrite to mention it. She’s got her own spirit blade, slipped into her school bag.)

When they enter, the house is a crooked maze of a thing- each room smelling of damp wood and burnt oil and the sick-sweet tang of something rotting. The layout makes no sense, kitchens that lead into bathrooms that lead into second, identical kitchens, time warping strangely around them as they search. Aoi calls Nene’s name once, twice, three times- like the invocations the people at the shrine wrote out to keep their Kannagi safe. Hoping that somehow they’ll catch on the dust motes in the air, carry themselves to Nene, and protect her from harm too. Aoi doesn’t know what sort of split-open expression she must be wearing, but she can tell it’s a terrible one from the way Akane knocks his shoulder gently against her own, like he did when they were little kids and the only meaning he needed to share was it’ll be okay.

Sousuke peers into a doorway that has changed from a living room into a broom cupboard in the five minutes since they last passed it, and complains that they’re never going to get out of here again.

And then- Nene is there.

She’s got cobwebs in her hair and she shrieks in surprise when she almost flings a door open into Teru’s face, but she’s there, okay, safe- and Aoi has to force down the sudden humiliating urge to sob with relief. She settles for hugging Nene tightly instead, burying her face into her neck in a wordless don’t ever leave me like that again she’d never have the courage to say out loud. In the damp and rot, Nene’s hair smells like peaches.

“I thought I saw something weird at the school,” Nene explains sheepishly, as Kou inspects the splinters and scrapes decorating her fingers and wonders how long it takes for tetanus symptoms to manifest. Aoi keeps a hold of Nene’s other hand, and pretends she doesn’t see the knowing look that Teru is sending her across the hallway. “I followed it here, then ended up getting totally lost.” Nene laughs, a lighthearted silly me that brightens up the gloom, and Aoi quickly swallows down the unexplainable feeling that something isn’t right. (It’s something she’s been getting better at- this act of trusting. Of not immediately looking for the worst, assuming that the world is operating with the aim of pulling her down. Plucking a cobweb from Nene’s hair, this feels like a good opportunity to practice.)

Leading them a little way down the hall, Nene points them towards a door set nonsensically under one of the many staircases they’ve passed. “I’m pretty certain I heard traffic coming from behind there earlier, so I think the exit must be this way,” she explains.

To their left, Teru frowns. “I think we’d best stick to going back-” he starts.

“Nii-chan,” Kou interrupts from Nene’s right, in that chiding tone Aoi knows from experience is copied from their mother. “We could end up going in circles all evening at this rate. What harm could it do?”

Teru hesitates, a held breath, before he nods. (Trusting- not something Aoi has been learning alone.)

“Okay,” he concedes. “But if we get lost, then we turn straight back.”

As they file through the door, Akane takes the lead only because his phone has the most battery life left, flicking on a torch which illuminates a crumbling stone staircase- winding down and down and down. Aoi goes next, because Nene is scared of heights and she’s always clung behind Aoi on observatory trips and rollercoasters and the tall bridge across the river in the next town along. Nene is brave like that, wearing her fears for everyone to see them. This time, though, it’s Kou and Sousuke who end up behind Aoi, Nene falling in another few steps behind them. Teru takes the rear. (His hand still lingers by the hilt of his sword. Aoi tries to ignore the unrest that settles in her bones at the sight of it.)

As they descend, Aoi fixes her gaze ahead, struck by the irrational fear that, if she turns around, Nene will no longer be there. A mythology spooling out in her head; a consequence for her own lifelong, selfish wanting. Instead she counts each step, making wishes on them in groups of three to keep herself sane.

The closer they get to the bottom, the more details come into focus. First the sound of water against stone, then cave walls cracked with moss, then finally the shape of a deep, black well, grinning up at them like a mouth in the gloom.

There’s no struggle, when it happens.

Just a strangled gasp. The clatter of sword against stone. The numbing realisation that this is now a world where Aoi knows what sound a body makes when it hits the ground.

Aoi has never been any good at keeping promises to herself. She turns around.

Where he’s half-submerged, Teru’s eyes are still open, unblinking even as the water pools under his eyelashes. There’s a strangled scream from behind Aoi, the broken cry of a younger brother who has just become the eldest. It’s a terrible sound, the lightning before the crack of thunder that echoes like a war-cry across the rocks of this hole, this well, this sealed tomb of a place- lightning, then Akane shouting, the sound of it cut brutally in half as Kou hits the wall and doesn’t move again.

And- stood over him like a nightmare is Nene- the spirit blade from Aoi’s bag bloodstained in her hand, hunched like a creature and Aoi should’ve known something was wrong. Should've known from the moment Nene didn’t hide in the collar of her uniform from the drop below them, like she’s been doing since their first day of middle school. From the moment Nene navigated her way through this impossible house with ease, like she hasn’t gotten lost trying to find their own homeroom class more than once. From the moment she didn’t pick up Aoi’s call, not even when she used the six-ring pattern they made for times when it feels like the world is ending, the one they pinky-swore to always answer.

(When they hugged, before, Nene smelled like peaches left out in the sun. Aoi knows that Nene’s favourite shampoo is scented with strawberries.)

Rooted at the bottom of the stairs, Aoi finds that she can’t focus on Nene’s face, nothing left of it but this terrible, gaping maw of a thing, twisted at the edge of her vision no matter how directly she tries to look at it. Because this isn’t Nene, just a distorted imitation of her, and the sight of it makes Aoi want to sink to her knees and cry like a stupid kid who wants her best friend back. To go back in time to their last sleepover before highschool, where Aoi stayed awake for hours just memorising the shape Nene’s face made when she dreamed. She’s distantly aware of Akane cursing as his watch is knocked from his hand- clumsily unsheathing Teru’s sword and charging with a wounded battle cry. Faltering last minute, when the grinning well of Not-Nene’s face swivels towards him and-

Years ago, before she was taught to tie her hair up in bows and smile neat and pretty, Aoi told Akane to go and die after he broke her favourite pencil.

She doesn’t think she would’ve said it, if she knew what it would really feel like.

By the stairs, Sousuke is hunched by Kou’s side, trying uselessly to stem the bleeding with the hem of his school shirt. Panic has turned his voice to radio static, a jumble of words spilling out. Aoi doesn’t have the heart to tell him it’s already too late- at least that way, when it’s his turn, he still has hope.

In total, it takes less than two minutes for Aoi’s entire world to end.

It’s then that she spots it. Nene’s bag lying at the base of the well; her phone scattered a few feet beside it, her collection of keychains now cracked and waterlogged.

Maybe not entirely an imitation, then. A possession instead- one of the ghost stories that Aoi used to whisper in Nene’s ear between classes, just to watch the way her face would go all flushed with excited terror afterwards. (Hunted- Kou described the look on Nene’s face when she found him by the shoe lockers. Maybe this is what she was running from.)

It’s anger that finally raises Aoi, marionette-like, to her feet. Because this is Yashiro Nene, who carries spiders out of rooms in paper cups and cries when the dog dies in movies and apologises to plants when she cuts their dead petals free. This violence for the sake of violence, it’s an insult to the very soul of her.

So Aoi stands on puppet strings, and tells this thing in front of her: Give me my best friend back.

She knows, certain as her own bones, that Nene will not survive the aftermath of what has happened here. Not as a whole person, not with her soul intact. Selfish as she’s ever been, Aoi knows that a world where Nene is no longer herself is not one that she wants to exist in either. So it’s not a choice so much as an inevitability when she runs, blood-black water staining the hem of her skirt like dirt from the garden, and throws her arms around Nene’s neck. The black hole where Nene’s face should be churns like a thing where hope goes to die, and all Aoi can do is hold on tight as her own knife buries itself between her seventh and eighth ribs.

“Nene-chan,” she gasps, holds, wishes on the sparks of pained light that burst behind her eyelids that once, just this once, Nene will hear every twisted, selfish part of her, open her eyes, and look. “Nene-chan. Please, snap out of it. Nene-”

In the end, it’s simple as a realignment- just a quiet shift from grasping to holding.

When gravity tips and her hands slide loose, Aoi smells strawberries.

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YESSSS SOMEONE SEES IT!!! THE PURPLES!!!

although there’s another one i’d like to offer to the mix... (exhales tiredly) im so sorry for taking over your post

be careful of spoilers !!! esp some for jshk

you can see which of them i know best by how silly im drawing them

anyways!! it’s like an ad

PURPLE PERFECTION !! the hiding of the true self to achieve the ideal you~

thank you for reading. also i haven’t read oshi no ko in a while AND all the info i have on mafuyu is from my pjsk friends’ old rambles SOOOOO pls tell me if i got anything wrong,,, even though i just made this and put the info in with ✨ vibes

+ EXTRA BIG SPOILER i should probably add to ai and aoi 'have died once' LMAO tysm for reading yet again

pack it up perfect purple gang