#do i tag dimple in this ???

[toffeebeans2]

Mob psycho season 3 official art (mixed in with some of ONE's art) more to come in a reblog!

[erabu-san]

Tighnari doodles (that's surprising)

And sethos wip

[nelsaqift]

the venn diagram of ranchers fans and serirei enjoyers is two separate circles but. the parasites in me made this happen

[softiedingo]

men with dimples will always be my type 🗣

[fexiled]

sparkle on, it's wmob wmonday

[corruptimles]

I guess that works (part 2)

[pawapoppet]

i gotta make a quick stop somewhere, so...

[kindahoping4forever]

Ash via Perola Navarro's IG Story

[cowardlybean]

itsssss DOODLE DUMP TIME BLARGHHHHH SILLINESS OVERLOAD ok goodbye

[blinkpen]

oh, so the show literally all evidence suggested was going to be very bad, incompetently executed and so mind numbingly juvenile it feels downright insulting to the allegedly adult audience had episodes leak,

and is indeed very bad, incompetently executed and so mind numbingly juvenile it feels downright insulting to the allegedly adult audience, eh,

[mechanical-magician]

(click for better quality)

I'm allowed to be edgy sometimes

Hanazawa during the broccoli arc

[quirkle2]

i like him a normal amount and think about him a normal number of times daily

[dimpletheheck]

Meet the artist 2024

I made my first one of these in 2021, and I've made one every year since!

((Btw the SDV stands for Stardew Valley, I couldn't fit it all in the square lmao))

[lonely--seeker]

Mops doodles and wips bc it's everything i can draw after staring for hours at my sketchbook.

[brown-little-robin]

zombie au drabble: early in the curing process

so Mob and Ritsu are living alone in a house in Salt Township, right. And at first, Ritsu brings Mob to the hospital and back every day, and that's... pretty much his entire life. He doesn't have to stay on the move anymore. He doesn't even have to scavenge for food or loot corpses. Salt Township gave Ritsu and Mob citizenship as soon as Takane Tsubomi identified them as former neighbors. So Ritsu is allowed to go to the Salt Community Kitchen and take food, just take it, and no one is allowed to shoot at him for stealing or for the crime of traveling with a sick brother.

So Ritsu holes up in the empty house with Shigeo and rations out their last food. People he hasn't seen since he was six years old drop by to say hello and give him things, and he tries to remember how to be normal about it. But eventually, even the gift food runs out, and the hospital food once a day isn't enough. Ritsu has to make a trip to the Salt Kitchen.

And he doesn't want to.

For months, getting food has been one of the most nerve-wracking things Ritsu has had to do. They needed food. To get food, Ritsu had to interact with humans. Taking Shigeo with him was not an option; humans shoot zombies on sight. But Shigeo, alone and sick with no concept of pain, could easily get killed or accidentally injure himself in any number of ways. So Ritsu resorted to gently, apologetically tying Shigeo to trees or poles with his jacket while he went to trade looted stuff for food.

And then, while Ritsu was trying to look normal and healthy for the settlement people, selling them bullets and trying not to think about what the bullets would be used for, he would be imagining how easily Shigeo could snap the arms of that jacket and wander away.

About the time that spring started rotting into summer, when Dimple forced his way into their little party, it became possible to acquire food without leaving his brother alone. But still, Ritsu never left his side.

Even with Dimple around, Ritsu stuck as close to Shigeo as possible. He never liked Dimple, and he completely rejected the idea of leaving his brother in that slimeball's questionable care. He knew Dimple only stuck with them out of some kind of directionless desperation that happened to fixate on his brother's calm strength. Dimple was charismatic enough to found a cult, seemingly benevolent, always smiling, a man who could make zombies and humans alike do his bidding—but Ritsu saw through him. Dimple wasn't a messiah, he was just a little insane. He was a mostly-asymptomatic carrier of zombie disease, Ritsu figured out, just a little too late. He'd realized when Dimple attacked him.

Ritsu never liked Dimple. He's sorry Dimple is dead, though.

After Shigeo snarled louder than Ritsu had ever heard him and fought Dimple to the ground, Dimple had calmed Shigeo down with just a few physical gestures and throaty, wordless sounds. The man was able to communicate with zombies, Ritsu had acknowledged bitterly. And he would be useful on the journey to a cure. So, after the cult dissolved, Ritsu had let Dimple tag along after them. Occasionally, he'd make Dimple get supplies while he stayed with his brother. He never let Dimple stay alone with Shigeo. Didn't trust him that far.

He wishes Dimple was here now.

Ritsu paces in front of the door, rubbing his thumb over the curve of his spoon, one of two pieces of silverware he has left from his parents' house. They need food. Nii-san is only a few days into the cure and not really conscious or anything. Ritsu has to go get food.

His brother is crouching by the functionless TV, fingers running clumsily over the screen, fumbling over the buttons.

"Switch it to channel 5, Nii-san," Ritsu requests idly.

Shigeo makes a toneless throat-sound that might almost be mhm.

He's changing. It used to be a surprise if his brother verbally responded to Ritsu's voice more than once a day; yesterday Ritsu held a whole sort-of-conversation with him, back and forth for minutes on end, until Shigeo's eyelids started drooping. Exhausted. Both Ritsu and Shigeo are getting more sleep now than ever, and they're both still exhausted.

Ritsu's thumb rubs hard along the edge of the spoon. He can't get over it. He hates taking his brother to the hospital, hates being exposed on the street, walking with a zombie, his brother, hates how people stare at them in pity and disgust, hates hates hates how the doctors look from him to Shigeo and back, not sure who to talk to anymore now that the cure is working inside Shigeo. Ritsu hates talking to Shigeo in public even though he doesn't give a shit if people think he's weird. Everyone already does. The thing is, he's been told that everyone in Salt knows zombies are people, but every time someone does a double-take at them he feels like they're going to get shot.

The council made him give up his guns in exchange for shelter. He still has knives, but he feels naked without the firearms.

He's just wasting time thinking about this. Of course he's taking his brother. He can't leave him alone. Not yet. Not until Ritsu is 100 percent certain Shigeo is 100 percent better.

It's stupid to think of this as a choice. Being around adults again must be messing with Ritsu's head. There's no way Ritsu can leave his brother alone, and they have to eat.

Ritsu is still in charge.

And that means he can do this.

Ritsu opens the door and looks back into the house. He waits.

Shigeo looks up from the TV. His misty gaze passes over Ritsu, then his eyes wander back to Ritsu, becoming aware of what an open door might mean.

Ritsu takes a step out the door, and his brother gets up and follows him.

[phonification]

POV reigen does something risky (falla miserablemente)

some good ol family stuff

dios salvame