#Thanks brain

[meloncholyapple]

Finally finished! I've been working on this attack since artfight started, so I'm glad that it's finally done!

Characters from left to right: Mabel, who belongs to @starafire (starafire on artfight) Odette, who belongs to @leoimj (LeoiMJ on artfight) Zephyr, Percy, and Serentiy, who belong to Anxious_Witch In the back, Chuunubyi, who belongs to Purlas And in the foreground, Fiona and Pea, who belong to Jaypeggy

[oodlesodoodles]

[meltingangels]

[heartfullofleeches]

"I feel like I have way too many tall ocs........."

my brain: you make that jester woman so tall her tits would suffocate you if she hugged you.

[rraaaarrl]

my brain: everything sucks i su–

my brain: wrong! catrainbowBLASTattack

[artistsfuneral]

Lebt denn der alte Holzmichel noch?

[dfastback68]

Dude at yoga tonight had half his head shaved like King, so fuck it, modern AU kataking:

Let’s also say this is midlife crisis Alber. Maybe he’s had a falling out with Kaido, maybe Kaido keeled over of a heart attack or something, who knows. Alber is trying to figure out what the rest of his life looks like after 47 years old. He’s done karate or kendo or something his entire life, but he needs to try something new. So, he gives yoga a shot. He gets into it. He REALLY gets into, and next thing he knows he’s leading a few classes a week at his fav studio. He’s not sure if his life is fixed yet, but he sure feels better.

The studio likes to do combo or outreach classes. Maybe they host tai chi, or partner with the senior center, and offer low pressure, fun classes for working parents and their kids. Alber usually does intermediate or ‘serious’ classes. People like his style but he’s not the nicest yogi in the building. 

One night one of the other instructors is in a bit of a panic. She was supposed to lead tonight’s class for a group from another local gym, but something came up with her kid and she has to leave. Alber agrees to host in her place. How bad can it be?

It’s not just any gym group: it’s the broiest bros from an MMA group, the least flexible meatheads this city has to offer. The class is probably a joke to them, a team building or bonding opportunity where they might learn something new to incorporate into their exercise routine. It’s probably funnier when the class is led by an instructor that’s the stereotypical woman of ninety pounds of wispy muscle. They don’t quite know what to make of Alber.

Alber does his best to keep them on task, but the dudes are having fun giving each other shit when they can’t make a pose. Even if he keeps it simple. Some of them are more flexible than others, so he assumes thsoe ones actually give a shit about their exercise routine beyond bulking up. He does have to admit it is funny when one of them topples over or elbows their neighbor. They’re not suited for this, but he supposes he’ll give them points for trying.

There is one guy, though, at the back of the class, that’s been quiet and mindful the entire time. He also seems to know what the poses are before Alber explains them, and he can stretch farther than anyone else. He’s got bright hair and a black mask covering his face; it’s flu season, so that makes sense. He seems friendly enough with the others, but otherwise focuses on the practice.

Their eyes meet a few times over the course of the hour, and there’s a quiet intensity to the man that Alber finds very attractive. 

By the time the class ends, most of the dudes are complaining about being sore where they didn’t know they could be sore. Alber takes that as a win, because now they’ve learned some begrudging respect for yoga. They thank him for the class and the workout, and one by one they leave. The quiet, intense man lingers.

“You’ve done yoga before,” Alber says.

The man nods. “My sister used to drag me with her, but she moved away a few years ago and I stopped. I should get back into it.”

“You have good form. And balance.”

“Thanks,” the man says, then sticks out his hand. “I’m Katakuri.”

“Alber,” he responds, and tries very hard not to melt at how firm Katakuri’s grip is. Katakuri’s definitely got the body of a fighter, and Alber gets momentarily distracted by the way his shirt strains around his biceps. “I usually lead the evening intermediate classes. If you’re interested.”

“Yeah,” Katakuri says, tone soft, then he straightens: “I mean, yes. Definitely. Are you –”

“Katakuri!” someone’s voice booms from outside the studio. Two of the other dudes wedge into the doorframe. “We’re waiting on you, let’s go!”

“‘C’mon man, flirt with the yoga guy later, we’re gonna be late.”

Katakuri’s face turns beet red behind the face mask. His friends laugh to themselves as they head back out. 

Alber smiles, as best he can. “I don’t want you to miss your ride. But you’re welcome back any time.”

Katakuri thanks him again, bids him goodnight, and then hurries out after his friends. 

Really, Alber would find it more endearing if he didn’t know how screwed he was, too. Because he really should have gotten that man’s number before letting him leave.

[disastertwins9000]

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[sauron-kraut]

Dreamed I should change my url into sauronkraut.

[gojonanami]

when I had a dream before leaks day — not that gojo was back

but geto

what

[sleepanonymous]

(source)

Is it missing III hours for anyone else? Jic it is, here's some photos of him wearing nifty honeycomb socks.

[randomoss]

SB Monty upgrade should have been Freddy putting Monty's sunglasses on. That's it. Not the claws. I dunno how this would help in the grand scheme of things but funny

[lousydrawingsforgoodpeople]

[cinnamonest]

Can I just ask - how in the Jesus Christ are your posts so fucking long. Share your secret with me. Because I could NEVER.

I WANT to say something about determination but if I'm being entirely honest I know in my heart it's caffeine, mania, sleep deprivation, and ADHD medication 😔

[thelampisaflashlight]

I was sitting here and was struck with the image of Rain just walking into a room and randomly announcing, "I'm in the pussy like-" and proceeding to do a goblin stance before just straight up leaving like he didn't just do that, because apparently that's all my brain could come up with to imagine while listening to music and zoning out.

[lurrlonde]

this is an odd one, but is it normal to feel like I'm catfishing/lying if I take a nice picture of myself? Makes me uncomfortable, like if its not the plainest blandest front view of me or just sitting somewhere, I just feel goofy for trying to look nice