#this was very rushed

[spectremarvel]

Haven't drawn in...months? Weeks? I'm not sure how long. But it's been a hot minute.

[rosizoitsa]

Shh…Mama needs her sleep 😴

Happy Mother's Day!

[oldchoicesbooksupremacy]

Connor Green people come get your juices

dunno if this count as NSFW (half-nakey)

[pearcepeafowl]

who let him out the retirement home

original + full drawing under cut

[faeskiss]

THE EPIPHANY

note: an AU fic where the trials don’t exist, zaros and earis are on good terms ( zaros is DOWN BAAAADDDD for the earis)

synopsis; The earis realises they are in love with zaros!

The weather outside is rather sweet, a bit sombre, Serullian rain is always beautiful, and you are it’s biggest admirer,everyone knows how much you adore the gloom of the skies and the soft chill of the air

You find yourself standing on the sheltered platform surrounding the royal garden, your head is resting on the pillar as you gape at the wondrous sight before you, your heart full and content

The flowers look vibrant and alluring, almost as if the droplets have replenished their colour, the leaves look alive with greenery, the same dazzling green that reminds you of Zaros’s eyes, his eyes, they feel safe, home, the remind you of home, you feel a soft wave of calm crash against your heart leaving you with a gentle smile

There are rumours, oh so many rumours of what people think is going on between the two of you

Many think you two are caught up in some secret affair; some are absolutely certain he’s madly in love with you, the latter belief began when you both were just teenagers

It would be nice to say, with full confidence of course that you don’t believe the rumours and you don’t, mostly don’t, the thing is, you’re not entirely convinced that the talk about him being in love with you is false

There’s been a noticeable shift in your relationship, the way he speaks to you is sweeter, whenever he meets your gaze you cannot help but notice his green eyes gleaming with a certain desperation..whenever he hugs you he makes sure to linger and his heartbeat feels faster, every time the two of you dance he pulls you closer, closer than ever before

No matter how hard you try, you can not forget the way he was flirting with you a few months ago, it was reckless, desperate and worst of all, it made your chest flutter, your heartbeat quick and made it immensely hard to focus on anything but the thought of his lips for the next few days, torture is an understatement to describe that experience

Much to your surprise the flirting didn’t stop there, it only grew more and more, every gaze, every word, every time your skin accidentally brushes against his, you can feel the tension consuming you whole, so much so you wonder that one day it might just kill you

“I knew I’d find you here”

A familiar voice creeps up at you, lost in your own daze, you failed to notice Zaros’s footsteps approaching you

“Hello Zaros!” you greet him with a cool smile trying your very best to hide your nerves

“Are you alright? You look a little-“ he asks

“I’m fine! it’s just a bit cold that’s all” you interrupt him

You give him an assured smile as if you weren’t absolutely losing your sanity over him a few moments ago

Suddenly you feel a warm cloth being draped over you, you turn to face him but he’s too busy enveloping you in his cape

“Zaros you didn’t need-“

“Shh, we don’t need the future eminence of Serulla catching a cold now do we my sweet, sweet Earis?” He hums in a hushed voice

There’s that devilish smile again and it doesn’t fail to bring a swarm of butterflies in your stomach that probably won’t leave any time soon

“So do you have a date to the charity ball next week?” He asks

“No, not yet” You reply

“Good” He smirks

“Why?” You add in an annoyed manner

A sudden gush of an icy breeze flows in your direction, your hair sways with the wind, leaving a few strands displaced

He steps closer in your direction and tucks a few strands of hair behind your ear as he says

“Because I’m taking you to the ball, so be ready” his voice is hushed and soft, his eyes gleam with that same desperation, the warmth of his touch reverberates through your entire body making your knees grow weak, and it’s all made worse by that feverishly flirty look on his face

That’s when the realisation hits you and you realise how deep your desire runs for him, you lied to yourself everyday hoping this feeling would go away, but it didn’t and it won’t, you finally realise that you’re in love with your best friend.

[katiethedane12]

Happy one year anniversary to Useless numbers!!!

[soapytreachery]

Witnessed this conversation a few days ago, made me think of them <3

[trashanstuff]

Guess he really misses his rock

[kuswanrudi]

[context] A smallfry was granted a wish the ability to speak, is it Neo's nightmare Or Little Buddy's wish? Which is it.

After I saw the trailer for Disney new movie, and this particular scene stuck with me....and this weird thing happened. (The trailer was okay)

Link for the audio.

[double-zero-rei]

"Where Are You Now?"

[daily-dose-of-dopamine]

stage 7 anime disease

[rabbit-of-mugenri]

Since the thought just occurred to me...Do you have any dark and/or angsty Kuroji headcanons you would like to share? If you don't mind me asking if course!

OH BOY DO I EVER

Okay so like...one of them only really works in my AU (which started off as "what if Len'en but KKHTA" but is now more like "grimdark Len'en that's a stealth sequel to KKHTA"). Also it's fairly NSFW so. It goes in a different post! :D

(Content warning for panic attacks and brief gore)

Nightmares

Sometimes Kuroji has nightmares.

They're always the same, always from their time at the army. Or rather, the potential consequences of them not following orders.

They're not realistic, they know. Why would the army kill off Tsubakura, just because they didn't follow every exact order? It would be inefficient and wasteful.

But Kuroji saw the look in the general's eyes when he warned them about the consequences of their actions. Of how he knew just how high in regard they hold Enraku.

Kuroji can still feel blood on their hands when they awaken, the visions of Tsubakura's severed head placed neatly in their work locker still vivid.

These nightmares trail them all the way to Mugenri. One night, Saragimaru awakens to the sound of Kuroji screaming.

Their naginata and katana are in their hands faster than one can blink. But after taking stock of the cabin, they soon learn that there was no intruder. Only themselves, Aoji, Hooaka, and a Kuroji they've never seen before.

They've stopped screaming, but now Kuroji's muttering something too quiet for Saragimaru to hear. They're clutching the bed sheets, tears pouring down in full force.

Hooaka pulls them into hug, murmuring loudly enough for Saragimaru to hear, "It's alright, you're alright. We're in Mugenri now. Tsubakura is sleeping at the Senri Shrine. The general's not here. You're safe now."

Aoji begins to climb out of the bed, but stops when they see Saragimaru at the doorway, naginata and katana at hand. They lock eyes with the Orochi, a tired and solemn look in their own green eyes.

The two of them stay like this, unmoving, until Hooaka calls out, "Aoji? Get the tissues."

Wordlessly, Aoji complies, finally breaking eye contact with Saragimaru. Hooaka has yet to acknowledge their presence.

~~

The next morning, Kuroji was back to their usual haughty self. In fact, none of the Shitodo's were acting like anything out of the ordinary had happened last night.

Saragimaru wanted to say something, for someone to break this uneasy silence. But no words form, not until Kuroji and Hooaka leave the cabin and Saragimaru finds themselves alone with Aoji.

"You're probably wonder what that was last night," Aoji says quietly, approaching Saragimaru at their post.

They didn't say anything, but the look they gave Aoji was encouragement enough.

So Aoji began. The tale of the Scholar of Prehistory, laid out before before Saragimaru.

When Kuroji came back, Saragimaru still hated the way they ordered them around. But there was something in their expression now, something that Kuroji didn't like.

Saragimaru did as they said, avoiding the icy glare Kuroji gave them. Yes, they still couldn't forgive them, but they hoped that one day Kuroji would forgive themselves.

[suginami-division]

Shuu breakdancing without all the extra text.

bonus isolated gif of him spinning

[thestuffedalligator]

So usually when an imaginary friend is a real thing in a story, it’s either a demon or a ghost or some supernatural boogeyman that probably wants to eat the kid they’ve befriended (Mama, a couple of the Paranormal Activity movies), or “imaginary friends” are just treated as a real thing in the setting, and if a child just thinks hard enough they can manifest a friend into existence (Foster’s Home for Imaginary Friends, Happy).

And somewhere in the middle is an area where the imaginary friend in question is real and they are supernatural, but they aren’t malevolent, and they aren’t entirely honest about what they are. Like maybe they’re a fairy or a god or some kind of boggle from mythology, but they just got caught by a six year old and they don’t have time to get into it, so they just go “…Yes. I’m your imaginary friend. We haven’t met. How do you do.” And then they stick around because they do love this kid, and if you’re a boggle from mythology in the modern day good food is really hard to come by.

And at some level. That’s what I think Hobbes is.

[danijaci]

"jealous, jealous, jealous boy..." ft. jiaoqiu

i just got him today lmao

[puppyeared]

renaissance dogys

characters belong to @canisalbus