#AHHHHH ! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

[minnadekanpai]

AGHHHHHHH

[trezoblossoming]

SHES BREACHED CONTAINMENT‼️‼️‼️

[aq2003]

THEY HIDE BISEXUAL HAMLET FROM ME BUT DON'T WORRY DON'T WORRY I WILL UNCOVER SOME CRAZY PERSON FROM 2008 WHO HAS SEEN DT HAMLET 27 TIMES WHO WILL TALK ABOUT IT ON THEIR BLOG

[flare-captin]

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[killuaisaprincess]

snuggly

“Does it still hurt?”

Killua’s face goes warm, and he quickly nods, burying his face back in Gon’s chest, and Gon’s face goes equally red.

He swallows and carefully rubs Killua’s back.

“I’ll carry you again, okay?”

Killua bites back a giggle.

[vampyrobot]

Every time I think about the underlying message in octo expansion I feel like my whole soul is being ripped in half and recycled and reborn, ya know? do you understand me?

[somedeadbeatloz3r69]

my hair. too much dandruff. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

[fella-lovin-fella]

that's it im never reading another book again

[skateskunk]

Its time for us to think about it . Th e curse

[penguinonfire]

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

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[ashethehedgehog]

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[spoogl]

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[acethest4r]

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The First Kiss

Things have been rough for them for pretty much their whole lives, but especially recently.

For Willow, being trapped in the human realm separated from her fathers, not knowing if they're okay, having little to no hope of ever returning home, and knowing the Boiling Isles might be in ruin due to the Collector was a lot to deal with. Flapjack's death, Belos still being alive along with seeing the Isles in a apocalyptic state confirmed so many of her fears.

Boscha was the icing on the cake, sending her into a boderline panic attack/mental breakdown that nearly ended with her suffocating not only herself, but also her best friends.

Meanwhile, Hunter has lost his beloved palismen, Flapjack, after having his body controlled and getting possessed by his abuser, who he thought he was finally safe from. He had died after sacrificing himself to save his friends, and Flapjack is the only reason he's still alive to tell his story, but in order for Flapjack to save him, he had to give up his life essence to revive Hunter. Hunter now has to continue living on without Flapjack. He misses him every single day. He thinks about him all the time. He wishes he was still here every waking moment. But Flapjack is never coming back, and that is almost impossible to handle at times.

But what Willow and Hunter do have is each other. They love each other and want to get through things together. They can help each other heal and give each other comfort through their pain. And Willow wants to assure Hunter that no matter what, she'll be there.

Hunter feels the same way, and he assures he'll be there for her too. Half-a-witches like them always stick together.

The half-a-witch statement is what Willow needed to hear her whole life.

In that moment of love, without thinking, Willow cups Hunter's cheeks and pulls him in.

Hunter, meanwhile, has no idea what's about to happen until their lips meet. He's shocked at first before quickly embracing the kiss. His emotions overrun him almost instantly.

When Willow separates, she immediately realizes what she just did, and she freezes. Hunter feels like he has to say something, but his overwhelming emotions make that incredibly hard. He has no idea what to say. He's too shocked for anything comprehensable to leave his mouth, and even if he could formulate a sentence, just one word would make him burst into tears.

Willow can hardly scoundure up an sentence herself, but just saying one word causes Hunter to be overwhelmed with joy. He's never felt so loved before. It feels amazing. He starts happily sobbing as the two pull in for a hug.

(Wow, my inner fic writer came out, didn't it-)

Pretty much everything went right for this comic and I'm really happy with how it came out. It definitely took a very long time for me to finish this due to uni, but it was worth the time and effort.

[peacebringing]

The man ashes his cigarette and takes one long drag before tossing it aside, not giving an absolute damn where it would land. Look around: this entire shit show of a planet was an ashtray in case no one’s noticed!!

“Blondie,” he speaks softly, leftover smoke departing his lips as he pulls the stampede closer by the arm. Their lips were mere seconds away from being flesh on flesh, as breath meets breath. The setting was right, the mood: perfect.

Too perfect. “… Tch.” A quick, simple sound, just enough to break the wolf’s character, adding a glass shattering indifference all the same. A snicker lead to a cackle, showing no remorse to Vash’s priceless expression as this went on.

“Yeah, right. You wish, don’tcha?” Wolfwood snickered, a flirtatious wink to follow.

“Huwhah?”

Vash was recognized for a number of traits, none with a flattering lilt... a lack of grace was noted among the several, willowy legs knotting themselves in attempts to slow his own pacing... only for it to be slowed for him, in the form of a hand gripping his arm. Vash wasn't the strongest, nor the most frail, but how could one not note Nicholas D. Wolfwood's own strength? Such a confrontation was natural, having had it thrust upon him in semi-coherent oh's, and of course he is, and ow, actually. Wasn't the first time Wolfwood used action to get his point across, wouldn't be the last, but this wasn't a reprimand, a lesson taught, it was...

A thin string of smoke, breathed against his own lips. Close. Why - why this level of closeness? Was Vash's eyes fluttering due to the pungent scent of nicotine, the ow factor, or was it in competition with the flit-flit-flit of his heart? When had he last fully blinked, when had he last took a breath? -- didn't need to, but the sting of his lungs stated otherwise. Underneath a fog of smoke: a plume of oak, the sting of alcohol from hours prior. Vash had caught the scent once, detailed it in his thoughts, forgot he had: now, it had the lingering effect of familiarity. Was it normal for his thoughts to swim in such spirals?

Vash was no stranger to drunkenness, but this was of a separate category.

“Wolfwood.”

Not an inquiry: no matter the reasoning, the sensation this moment, this fleeting passage of time, held was stitched into his memory. The shadow of bags beneath his moonlight gaze, the crinkle in the corner of his eye - the chapped piece of skin on his bottom lip, the single breath Vash couldn't see, but felt. The glossy finish, a telltale of nervous biting—

... You wish, don't'cha?

Huh?

Breath punched out of his chest, Vash, veil ripped from atop his head, could at last steel his hazy eyes. A minute cock of the head, a shagging posture, his arm falling lip betwixt the pair of them...

“I wish for... what?” blink-blink-blink, glossy blown pupils and a scrunched, contemplative look. “I wish you'd give my arm back but that's about it, I think...”

What was that, actually? What had that been?

“Wait, why are you laughing—”

[fella-lovin-fella]

sometimes i have to remember that one disorder is enough to severely affect people's lives. and i have more than a fucking handful. it makes sense that my life is Severely Affected.