#I have some stuff going on haha

[lizard12323]

Don't remember what the fuck I was on when I made this wof headcannon.

Smolder lives a secret double life where he runs a steak house, and puts on live performances while he cooks the steak that he sells. Idk if you know what jenpachi is but it's basically that but Chinese food. And its pretty cool.

But yeah he basically puts on a performance while cooking peoples food in front of them.

I almost thought the inbox ate this ask, thank the void I saved it in my drafts

[sysig]

Permission to headbutt: Granted (Patreon)

[wanderingibon]

the fact that he's the group's cook (yelling)

something something to be kind despite it all, to be able to share a warm meal despite it all... something something i want us all to eat well

[robinfollies]

KEEP THE DANGER OUT // KEEP THE DANGER IN

[vaguely-concerned]

having seen at least the rough outlines of all the romances now I have to say that I think emmrich's is probably objectively the best in terms of coherence and completeness of story arc (with the understanding that ultimately the 'best' romance is whichever one makes YOUR heart sing anyway so objectivity is a silly thing to claim that way, it just felt like it's the arc with the most well-paced focused content and the least dangling threads)... but lucanis' is my favourite haha. just. the whole kneeling before your beloved full of reverence but without any of the distance that usually implies??? his complete undramatic certainty and calm in every scene with rook after this, having spent the whole game caught between fear and longing???? mr. lives in a pantry but it says nothing about my psyche don't worry about it it's purely for tactical reasons that I keep myself contained in a small dark room not entirely unlike a cell, love among the parsnips -- finally coming to rook in their room and it's so comfortable and comforting???? after all the times rook supports and comforts him through the game he's finally able to return the same to them when they need it while being so calm and steady and it's so fucking sweet and feels so effortless and with no price attached?????? he basically assigns himself the role of your bodyguard and he WILL stab a god over it??????????????? the turn to protector (which was in his heart all along longing to get out and find a place) of it all????? he sounds like he's found himself unexpectedly stumbling into such a soul-lightening state of revelatory existential relief, full on 'you only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves' mary oliver style, and he goes and he shares that with rook and protectively envelops them in it when they're hurting??????????????????????????? hello for the maker's sake hello can anyone hear me?????

[dizzybizz]

some doodles

[mikayesha]

Filiphoenix and Maidnix at your service

[silvers-starrway]

So the wildest thing happened where @mactheactor decided to dub over (if that's even the correct terminology) the Chaos Sonic animation I made!!!!

I'm still in utter awe about this like, hands down the coolest thing ever I've been thinking about this non-stop. Hope y'all enjoy it as much as I do!!

[acekindaneat]

To think that we could stay the same

To think that we could stay the same

But we're two slow dancers, last ones out

We're two slow dancers, last ones out

Two slow dancers, last ones out

[seiwas]

HI MY BELOVED ANGEL!!! i am sending u mattsun + campfire as well as kisses n hugs <33

SAINTTT hello 🥺 thank you for sending a prompty!! 🥹 idt i've ever written mattsun fully before so this is something new!

help me get back into the writing groove! send me a character + any word and i'll write a short blurb about it!

contains: exes, stranded-y situation, feelings are complicated, some expletives

mattsun + campfire

"i told you we should've brought the spare—"

"yeah, let me go back in time for a sec and do just that."

"asshole."

lesson #1: nothing good ever happens when you're stuck in a car with your ex on the way to somewhere remote.

you blame iwaizumi for this one. who the fuck chooses to spend their birthday weekend in the fucking wilderness?

(okay, you don't actually think it's so bad. to be fair, he did plan this a year ago. and it did sound like a good idea. then. at the time. anywhere with the boys was always guaranteed fun―at least, until you and matsukawa broke up.)

"can you pass me the flashlight?" he points at the backpack behind you. when you hand it over, your fingers brush over his as he takes it away from you.

and you hate it, because―

lesson #2: you should never be alone with your ex when you still have feelings for them.

you'd agreed to take two cars to the camping spot: iwaizumi's with oikawa and hanamaki and matsukawa's with you. there was no way you'd fit in one, and hanamaki ultimately decided to ride with iwaizumi because, "you and mattsun have shit to sort out," he'd said.

with night setting and the two-hour headstart they managed to get ahead of you, the best thing you and matsukawa can do is to set up camp temporarily and wait for them to come back for you come sunrise.

you sigh.

leaves crack underneath your feet as you maneuver around your camping space. the light from matsukawa's flashlight tells you where he is, just a bit deeper in the forestry as he looks for wood to help set up the fire.

you unload the car in the meantime, bringing out some snacks and sleeping bags while waiting.

matsukawa eventually comes back with arms full of wood, and you help in whatever way you can, clearing the space and fetching more twigs when needed.

the entire car ride here had been quiet, so it's not surprising that this entire process has been equally as silent. until―

"did you already pull out your tent?" he asks, half of his body disappearing into the trunk of the car.

"huh?" you go closer, "i only brought out the sleeping bags."

then he sighs, ducking out from the trunk with a hand on his hip, "we only have one tent."

"what?"

"makki must have gotten yours with his when he decided to move cars."

his hand runs through his hair, a habit you know well. it lights up all sorts of weird feelings in your tummy

you don't know how to feel―

"i can sleep in the car."

―but you know that you definitely don't want him to do that. all things considered, you were friends first. and you've both been trying to be friends again since the breakup. you wouldn't want to cause him discomfort like that.

so, with a deep breath, you say, "it's okay, we can just share."

"are you sure?" he stares at you.

you nod.

after setting up the tent, you eat a few energy bars and clean up from the day's events. the campfire provides ample enough heat, but with how fast the flames are burning, you're doubtful it'll last the two of you the entire night.

it’s much later on, past midnight, that your doubts are proven right when you and matsukawa are cramped together in a tent made for one. it started to get cold a few minutes ago, and you've found yourself inching closer and closer to the warmth you’ve gotten used to laying against for the past two years.

he's only pretending to be asleep, you know that much, too. the rise and fall of his chest is hardly there; you can see it, how he's holding his breath being this close to you.

"issei," you whisper.

he opens his eyes, eyelids lifting lazily as he meets your stare. the vibration of his hum reverberates to you.

"it's cold."

for a moment, your stomach drops at the thought that he could ignore you; how it would make perfect sense for him to. you broke up with him after all, and he doesn't owe you anything, much less favors as intimate as this one.

but he closes the already dwindling gap between you, wrapping an arm around your waist as he pulls you closer. it's near, far too near for exes to be―noses touching and all.

"warmer?" his voice comes out hoarser through the whisper.

you nod, your head shifting up and down—which, truly, is where you ultimately fuck up. you feel it, a little chapped but still pliant against your lips.

in your carelessness, you accidentally brush your lips against his, the sensation alone surprising you enough to inch your head back as you mutter your apologies.

"sorry? really?" he asks, eyes half-lidded still as he chuckles.

his question settles into the small space you're in.

your vision trails from his eyes, down to the slope of his nose, until it lands on his lips again. a little split like you've always known, but still your favorite. still the only lips you want against yours.

when you lean in again, you know you're fucked, because―

lesson #3: the number one rule is that exes shouldn't kiss each other anymore.

[sysig]

Good skeles, like you lots (Patreon)

[kokolattx]

Ren realizing Angel's type changed for the 5th time this week

[lazy-b1rdy]

LOOK LOOK LOOK I DID SOMETHING COOL??/??!??

I'm pretty proud of this rn but DAMN animating is hard and i was confused about the movements half of the time (not to mention that i needed to save all of the frames and put them together separately)

so shout out to any kind of animators out there bc this stuff is pretty difficult lol

[aleisters]

i'm about to make the lamest post possible: i rlly don't like comments like "feed that boy" or whatever other references to food when someone draws a character as fat. are you not capable of looking at a fat person without immediately connecting them to food.

i never, ever see comments about people's eating or food when thin characters are drawn unless that character is extremely thin, and even then it's usually with sympathy. i don't know man - i can't tell if y'all are fetishists or just fucked in how you think about fat people, and i'm really not sure which is worse.

[iceclew]

Wirst die falschen Freunde haben Die die Wahrheit Dir nicht sagen! Und am Ende ganz allein So furchtbar anders sein!

Anders Sein kann auch bedeuten Sich nicht jedes Mal zu häuten Wenn der Wind sich einmal dreht Schmerzhaft ins Gesicht Dir weht!

Nach dem eig'nen Weg zu suchen Auch einmal für and're bluten! Nicht die Augen zu verschließen Und den Gegenwind genießen!

Listened to this song in bed at the very convenient hour of 4am (listen I'm having some days of, and my sleep scedule gave up like on the first day, ok) and suddenly I had a real urge to draw Kafka's Kaiju form… Then this morning the postman woke me up to bring me the new tips for my graphics tablet pen, so I basically had to do it, right? (૮ ˙ ﻌ˙ ა no more scratching on the surface! yay! )

[vaguely-concerned]

making myself a proper healthy & delicious dinner like 'lucanis dellamorte would be so proud of me. not that he has a fucking leg to stand on because he's almost certainly slept all of 50 minutes in the last 48 hours and is more caffeine than man right now, but still'