#sho mentioned

[elyos03]

Felt bored. Might post some custom dialogs I have not posted elsewhere.

A good number of custom mugshots by: @/model-xis (or @/delightful-69 (idfk they're the same person) (but i'm not one to talk, i guess))

Custom Ciel mugshots by: TheYungFe

Some custom expressions by: Yours truly

Aaaaaannnd that should be about it, I guess? Here's the Rie Tanaka tweets in question. After all, I told you I'd put it here.

Oh, and here's some alternate versions. Feel free to ask me why Ciel gets Model W induced red eyes in most of them.

P.S. u/Spiritual-Treehugger. Buddy. Pal. Hombre. I know you're seeing this.

[mvost]

mikee

it's not a very big thing, but I couldn't get the thought of turtles getting (stealing most likely lol) cloaking brooches post-movie and wearing them pretty much all the time. not necessarily using the disguise, but still having them as a tool at any given moment. that seems cool... I genuinely thought that those brooches can only provide human disguises, but according to rottmnt wiki Draxum used it to turn into a. teddy bear. so that means they're capable of more than one form and?? that's so fucking interesting! what!

I'm constantly sad about rottmnt being cut short and not being able to expand on all the fun concepts and decisions in full, so such small things that give me a better understanding of mystics are my roman empire ngl. I wanna turn it in my head for a li'l bit, how long can it work for and how effective the disguises are and if you choose them yourself or if it's some kinda secret magic thing-y that you cannot control pretty much at all?? is it different for everyone and does it change with how strong mystical power of the host is? PLEASE.

[str8upjorkinit]

this didnt actually happen (but it would)

[doctorsiren]

I drew Mob Psycho 100 characters as Ace Attorney ones in my last post , so here’s the reverse of that! (The explanation can be found on that linked post ^^)

[ktakl]

Ok random asf headcanon for Vagastrom

They collectively accidentally adopted a cat.

Like it just showed up one day and Sho started putting food out for it, and then like everyone started feeding it

It keeps the mice away?

Anyways everyone including the general students will fight you if you do anything to this cat don't you DARE EVEN THINK ABOUT IT

[deathandnonexistentialdread]

is it possible to have a romantic relationship with a duel monster spirit? what are the ethics involved?

[lucky-lucky-duck]

Snapshot: Life as a Vagastrom Student

I love Leo, but I love to argue with him in my head like we're rival mean girls in an early 00's movie when I'm freaking out about finals even more. Then this was born. Tada ⋄

Gender Neutral Ghoul Student!Reader with Alan, Leo, and Sho. Relationships written ambiguously.

Slight warning for language? It's not really that bad.

⋄Explaining internet culture to Alan⋄

You don't bother to repress your sigh as the blank look forms on your captain's face. "They called you a boomer, man. It means you're old. Which is, like, factually inaccurate, considering there's a vampire on campus." A small frown tugs at the edges of your mouth, "It's also mean. Who said that to you?"

A hand lands on your head in a clear a show show of thanks, and the achingly gentle nature of the touch is completely unwarranted for the situation. "Doesn't matter. Thanks."

Warmth radiates from your cheeks, and you duck your face away as you respond at Alan's retreating back, "No worries, dude... Remind me to show you Urban Dictionary some time."

⋄ Communicating with Leo via passive aggressive Tiktok trends ⋄

"I'm passing the phone to the worst candidate for vice-captain, who ate my fucking oreo's without replacing them." The faux cheer in your voice is a stark contrast to the primal rage in your eyes when your gaze meets the man across from you. You're pretty sure this trend is supposed to be done in separate rooms, but it's not like that matters when Leo and his stigma are involved. Plus, this feels like a much better way to drive home the point.

A sly, wicked smile slides up the sides of Leo's lips, and you don't have time to feel regret before the words leave his mouth like daggers with ruthless precision, "I'm passing the phone to a No-Name NPC who is so unremarkable that the faculty evaluators actually forgot they existed."

A pregnant pause fills the common area. Even some of the general students have paused, the hustle and bustle of the garage doing nothing to stop the growing tension. "Hey, so, why are you always such a cun--"

⋄ Tasting all Sho's newest recipes ⋄

"What do you think?"

The taste hits your tongue in an explosion of different sensations. The crispiness of the tortilla blends wonderfully with the different spices and garnishes. If you didn't know that this is Sho's first attempt at both street tacos and using the anomalous mystery meat from the student store, you wouldn't have guessed. "It's great."

"Just great? That's all you've got to say?"

“It is great,” you bristle defensively and lean down to take another large bite.

“I legitimately invited you here to give feedback,” Sho snipes back, grimacing at the bits of food that drop from your mouth as you speak with your mouth full.

“Yeah, and I told you it’s great?” You decidedly ignore the thick judgemental edge in the man's tone as you finish off the last bit of your meal and hold your plate out for another. “No notes.”

The next taco is placed onto your plate, and Sho's eye-roll is fully audible, despite him turning back to the stove. “Just be quiet and eat.”

[badboydevotee]

Is This The End?

Summary: You walk the line between what must be forgotten and what your heart refuses to let go. As time slips away, choices must be made — even if they come at the cost of everything you have come to cherish.

The sunset bled like a quiet wound across the horizon.

You stood by the tall window of the old building, your silhouette swallowed by the glow that pressed in through the glass. The streaks of purple, light blue hues and amber looked like brush strokes painted by a world that had never known sorrow.

Your fingers tightened against the fabric of your coat. The building was quiet. No missions today. No blood. No cries. Just silence.

A silence you didn’t trust.

“Is this the end?”

The question returned again—like the bloom on your nape, slow, invasive, inevitable.

The Kyklos curse had grown, the purple flower now blooming at your nape. They said time was running out.

Edward’s mist couldn’t hold you—not completely. You had wondered then, what if I give in? What if the pain, the slow decay of your humanity, the constant dread of becoming something monstrous… What if all of it stopped?

And yet… you didn’t.

Because of Kaito, who once told you that you helped him survive a mission he never thought of making out of. Because of Jin, whose icy sarcasm gave way to a rare smile when you took care of him when he was sick. Because of the girl you’d saved from the Barometz—her hand trembling in yours, her eyes whispering thank you through tears.

Because of the ghouls who once said they didn’t need you, and then nearly tore the school apart when you disappeared.

Because… even if you couldn’t fight the monsters with weapons and blood, you’d fought the ones in the silence.

“You’re not useless,” Jiro had once said.

You remembered that moment clearly. His voice was hoarse, broken from the pain, his body barely held together in the bed. You got angry at the Mortkranken students for not helping you and Yuri to transport a capsule to help Jiro. You’d screamed at them. Begged. Lost your temper.

You hated losing your temper. But you hated watching people die more.

That was the paradox of you. Shy. Insecure. Weak, you said. But when it mattered, when lives were bleeding out before you—you moved. You didn’t think. You didn’t hesitate.

Even now, standing there alone, you wanted to scream.

Because you were so close to finding a cure.

So many leads, all gone.

The candle Taiga offered—an eternity in a world where nothing hurt. The bite Edward offered—an unlife where your flower would wither away but so would your soul. And the help of the Sage’s Ring, and its soft, strange warmth when it resonated with another’s stigma.

“What if… what if being cured means forgetting?” “Would I lose… them?”

The memory of Sho’s laugh. Haku’s grin as he healed your skinned knees after you slipped on frost. Luca teaching you how to hold a dagger even though you’d never use it. Yuri making you tea and acting like he didn’t care.

These weren’t just memories.

They were pieces of you.

And yet, you knew. Darkwick was a place for the cursed. The ghouls. If your curse was lifted, you'd no longer belong here. You’d be sent back—to your old world. Your old life. You’d forget all of this.

Forget them.

The sky darkened further, the clouds swallowing the last light.

You placed a hand against the glass, cold meeting cold. Your breath fogged faintly on the windowpane. Somewhere below, voices laughed—a few students chasing shadows across the courtyard, pretending for a moment that the world wasn’t ending around them.

You envied them.

No. That wasn’t quite right.

You loved them.

And if it meant fading from their world so they could keep living in it... would that be enough?

You pulled out the letter from your coat pocket—the one you hadn’t dared to open.

It was sealed in wax, bearing the sigil of the Headmaster.

You’d been told that once your choice was made—whether to try the final test, to risk the change, or to accept a fabricated peace—the letter would guide the way.

One path would purge your curse. One path would turn you into something else. One path would trap you here forever.

You traced the seal with trembling fingers. Your eyes, still hidden beneath your bangs, stung.

And yet… you smiled.

Because no matter what you chose—no matter what the letter said, or how many days you had left—you weren’t that frightened person anymore.

You were still scared. Still unsure. Still wondering if you mattered.

But you fought. You loved. You saved people.

And you were going to keep doing that, to your very last breath.

Even if you had to forget them…

“I hope they don’t forget me.”

You slipped the letter back into your coat.

Tomorrow, you’d decide.

You stand here just a little longer… watching the sky burn softly, like it knew how many stories had been written beneath its fading light.

Ao3 vers.

[tharatorns]

If you had one wish, what would you want? #FlipOverToThe24thChapterWithAou 🌼

[sallymew4]

happy birthday riegem (its after midnight already). anwyays shoutime

close ups :7

[str8upjorkinit]

please . . SHO AND LEO RIDING BONNIE!!!! the cuties ever :3!!!!

new rule: dont ask me to draw vehicles /hj

[sepiamestus]

The tonal shift after the first hxh arc will never not be funny to me. Like the hunter exam arc was dark in its own ways but the original premise of the arc was like :) gon is going on a quest to become a professional adventurer and makes all kinds of new friends along the way :) and then immediately after it is the zoldyck family arc which is like okay killua was just manipulated into killing a man in cold blood and now we have to go rescue him from his abusive family of hitmen that are currently torturing him

[ghoulspaw]

I wonder if kaito would know about the ancient scripts(vine clips)? Like, if i were to tell him "road work ahead", would he be able to finish the sentence??

[ficoandleo]

Leo posted a Tiktok! The description says "I've gotten a few of these again, so here's a reminder lol"

The video appears to take place in an apartment, so clearly from sometime before he came to Darkwick. The quality is a little lower too, perhaps filmed on a slightly older phone. The camera follows Leo's socked feet as he walks across the floor, then pans up to Sho's back where he's sorting some ingredients. Leo starts to speak while walking up to him.

"Sho~chan!"

"What is it." Sho doesn't even look up.

"What'cha makin'?" That makes Sho look up, eyebrow raised.

"Did you forget what you asked me to--" It takes him a moment to process the way Leo's holding his phone. "What're you doing?"

"I was gonna record you making me lunch for a video!"

"The hell you are." Sho returns to the food, beginning to wash vegetables. "You're not gonna be in here while I'm cooking, we've been over this."

"Aw, c'mon, my kitchen's bigger than the one at your house!"

"Space ain't the problem. Outta my kitchen."

"Uh, this is my apartment?"

"Yeah. And while I'm cooking your meals this is my kitchen. Out." Sho glowers over his shoulder and the camera flips back to Leo pouting, then turning and leaving. Over his shoulder the sight of Sho beginning to prep gets smaller.

"He's so mean. He's not gonna let me do it, guys."

The video cuts into another, a reply to the previous one imposed over the upper left. "Have you tried offering to help?"

"Sho~chan!"

"What." A different day, but the same kitchen. A different set of ingredients on the counter, this time with Sho's phone propped up for him to look at. Until the soft sound of Leo's slippered feet on wood becomes tile, alerting him to Leo entering the kitchen, he doesn't even look up from his phone screen, which appears to have Nashville hot chicken on it. "I told you to stay out while I'm cooking, dude."

"But I wanna help!"

"No you don't." Sho doesn't even hesitate or consider the offer. "You never wanna help me. You just wanna film a video."

"No, I'm not filming this time!" Leo insists with a laugh, moving the phone so the camera's no longer pointing at Sho, as though this will be enough to convince him. The view becomes dark, perhaps from Leo covering the camera in some way, so the screen looks darker. "I actually wanna help--"

"You don't wanna help because if I ask you to touch raw chicken you're gonna get grossed out. And if I ask you to touch any kind of herbs or seasoning or spices, you're gonna get annoyed when it gets on you and your hands. And if I ask you to chop or mix something you're gonna complain about how you don't like the sounds. And if I ask you to clean up you're gonna get grossed out. You want me to keep going?"

". . ." Leo whines a little in protest, audibly pouting.

"Out."

"Chat, he is so mean. . . ." The camera goes front-facing and Leo looks sadly into it, leaving the kitchen while Sho rolls his eyes and goes back to cooking.

The video cuts into yet another, this time in a different location, probably Sho's apartment or family home. "Please try asking Sho-san to let you stream him cooking again." There's additional text near the bottom of the screen from Leo that simply says 'Sho-chan's kind of like a spider, it's scary 🕸️' that disappears along with the reply after just enough time to read it.

"Sho~cha--"

"No."

". . .I didn't even say anything yet."

"We ain't doing this here." Sho doesn't look up from what he's mixing on the stove. "Don't even start."

Leo doesn't say anything for a moment, panning the camera down from Sho's back to the junction between where the kitchen arch starts and the previous room's floor ends. The tip of his socked foot is in view. He pans back up to Sho, too busy to mind him. Leo tilts his phone so the view is of the floor again and takes a single step just barely into the kitchen--the shot quickly and sharply snaps up to just barely catch Sho turning around and advancing on Leo in annoyance. Leo starts to backpedal, laughing. "I'm not! I'm not!! I'm not!!!"

"C'mere." Sho, given Leo isn't actually trying to retreat, catches up quickly, and reaches out for Leo, pulling him and the camera shot closer. Then, based on Leo's little cry of alarm and the view lifting, Sho appears to have picked Leo up.

"You can watch. . .," he begins, walking them, view from just overhead showing Sho using only one arm to carry his little friend. He only walks a short distance before depositing Leo, from the soft sound of his body hitting the surface, onto a nearby couch. "From over here. Got it?"

Leo continues to laugh, but probably nods. Sho sighs, the corner of his mouth twitching as he tries not to laugh with him.

"Good. Sit." With that, Sho walks back into the kitchen, the camera following his back.

One last cut in to another reply. "I NEED another POV of Sho carrying us and telling us to sit--I mean! Please try and get Sho-sama to let you in the kitchen one more time!! Please!!!"

"Sho~." Leo whines, sounding a little tired. The camera looks into another, different kitchen, smaller than the first one, although still likely in an apartment.

"What~." Sho imitates Leo's tone, though it's unclear if he's mocking it. He cooks, seemingly unaware of the camera on him, although it's hard to see what he's doing with the camera pointed at his back.

"I want a juice~." Sho sighs and steps away from where he's cooking, exposing what's likely the beginnings of some sort of salad. He opens the fridge and squats down to look through what's in there, then grabs something and holds up a bottle of lemonade behind him. "Yeah, that's good!" Sho closes the fridge and sits the bottle in front of Leo, just within frame of the camera. He frowns, and Leo takes the bottle closer to himself and out of frame. "Thanks, Sho~"

"Stop trying to record me cooking."

"But I'm not even in the kitchen. . . ." He follows Sho as he rounds the counter. "I just wanna watch, Sho. . .can you open this for me?"

Sho stops in front of Leo, looking down at him and the camera with an unamused expression. He reaches over and opens the bottle, removing the protective seal, and putting it aside. Before Leo can properly coo his thanks in his sleepy, pathetic voice, Sho reaches an arm out towards him. He starts to laugh, jumping up out of the stool and backing away quickly. "Wait, wait, wait--"

He gasps and laughs as Sho runs at him with a grin and snatches him up, once again with one arm, still holding his lemonade as he begins to carry him away from the counter. Leo whines and laughs, not resisting being carried and only protesting the potential spill of his drink. Finally, Leo is dropped onto a couch a ways away from the kitchen area. "You can watch from here. Stay away from my kitchen."

Leo laughs. "Can I have my drink, though? I'm thirsty, you jerk."

Sho offers it to him, then pulls it away before he can take it. "Hey. Hey. Listen to me."

Sho puts the bottle behind him, then pushes his hand against Leo's chest, his other hand resting somewhere past Leo and the camera, probably the back of the couch. The camera view moves backwards with Leo being shoved, but Sho leans in close regardless, camera tilted back to still see most of his face as he glowers down at Leo. "Stay. Okay?"

Leo lets out a giggly 'mmhm' and reaches a hand out for the lemonade. Sho sucks his teeth and gives it to him. "Good."

The camera stays on for a bit and Sho glares down at Leo for a few more seconds before returning to the kitchen.

. . .understandably, the comments are full of suggestions that he simply keep trying, wondering what else Sho would do to get him to stop, and people questioning the nature of Sho and Leo's relationship(as well as others insisting they're not together and professing to Leo's single status or that they believe him to be in a relationship with others--other content creators, other friends he's had on stream, Romeo, and of course the Inspector.)

"So noisy." Leo says to himself while watching the rising engagment with some amusement. "These are reposts. . .you guys are so basic. . . ."

[lemodoe]

by the way im like nearly halfway through season three of mob psycho and I see what the serizawa/reigen people are on now. like yeah you know what i do think two cripplingly lonely probably definitely gay guys in their early thirties would end up with Something happening if you put them in a room together for long enough. don’t get me wrong i honestly think it would suck at least a little bit, but there’s Something There, i hear you. there is a possibility of me getting more invested depending on how they interact in the future…there’s Stuff here i need to like place them next to each other and observe them. put them in like a petri dish.

[tinylilvalery]

on my House MD s1 first watch and I'm just saying that I am COMPLETELY baffled that House/Foreman isn't a bigger ship considering their raw sexual tension.