#branch’s expression is my favorite plz I love him

[tenchikotheartist]

I’m working on a Broppy centric comic for my Kismet series, and if I’d remembered Valentines Day was coming up, I would have tried harder to finish it on time T-T

Plz accept this WIP preview of the the comic’s Two Moods��

[valsnonsense]

Oh my god drawing group photos fuxking SUCKS

So many LIMBS-

But KISMEEEEET

I've seen so many fun iterations of Kismet's relationship to each other. As found family, some being relatives, as just friends, but my favorite is them being one big ole polecule!

I love the idea that trolls are a naturally polyamorous species and will often form "packs" if you will with the ones they love. Kismet is one of the largest packs in Pop Village, and they will gush about their partners to anyone who will listen.

Kismet being a thing has always been weird timeline wise, so I like to think they got together right after the first movie began or even ended, and that's how Branch joined them. They heard him sing to Poppy and all unanimously agreed they NEEDED him for their band.

They actually offered for Branch to join not just their band, but their relationship at one point. They all thought he was cute and loved how despite how sarcastic and deadpanned he was, he was loving and caring towards his friends. But Branch politely declined, telling them he already eyes for someone else.

So they went from potential boyfriend's to the most obnoxious wingmen ever. Cuz if we can't date u then we're gonna make sure someone else does!!

I love the headcanon that Ablaze is actually a rock troll, so that's why I drew him with the extra pointy ears and lizard tail (tho as I'm typing this I realize I forgot his claws FUK)

Kismet is the cheeziest polycule you'll ever fucking see in your life. No sense of pda, they'll give each other smooches and nose nuzzles right there on stage for all the world to see.

Plz ignore how Hype and Boom dont look remotely glittery I'm still tryna figure out how to express that on paper lol

[my-own-walker]

hiii so sorry i request a lot i js love ur writing!! can u plz make an imagine of alex from adult world? one where we take a shower with him (fluff not smut)? thank uuuu

Wake Only To Bathe In Greens And Blues

note: plssssss i've been WAITING for an alex request. thank you!! Don’t apologize at all for requesting things!!

warnings: major TW for death and mourning (was feeling emo when I wrote this), mentions of nudity, showering together, fluff (no sm*t), if you want shower sm*t that's not what ur getting here

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I woke softly, most likely due to the sunlight streaming through the curtains, directly into my eyes. Always a sensitive sleeper, little changes could disturb me from my sleep. The smell of grass and chalk-covered sidewalks wofted through the open window. The air was warm and thick and wet. The morning brought with it a familiar sound. A memory. A reminder. 

The mourning doves cried out from their perches in the trees. Their woeful song of sorrow. I couldn't help but stop and overhear their calls. Their pain. 

I saw him in the mourning doves, sitting by my window, nesting in my gutters, close to me on a low-hanging branch. The doves were not afraid of me. They were him. He became the mourning doves. He was there. He was with me. He was gone, but his omnipresent soul lived on in the cries of the birds that wouldn't seem to leave me be. 

Honeyed summer days rotted with the churn of my stomach each morning when I heard that familiar sound. The sound of warmth and freedom, for most. Loss and grief for me. I resented the summer. It brought me only pain. 

I wanted to enjoy the alluring sun and the heavenly feel of winter taking its final bow, but he was there.  I wished he would let me run with my arms outstretched into the body of daybreak without the tethers of heartbreak. Let me relish in the sun without hearing his mourning dove cries. 

Omnipresent, unceasing memories.

I loved him, but how I wished he would please leave me be.

Alex's stirring shook me from my thought. He turned over onto his side, eyes fluttering open innocently. Like a child waking from a midday nap. His face was illuminated by the beam of sunlight sneaking through into the room. His expression contorted into one of concern as soon as he was awake enough to process anything.

'My god,' he croaked, 'Y/N, are you ok?' He shifted and brought his hand up to wipe my cheek. I didn't even realize I was crying. I chuckled softly through my tears and sniffed.

'Man, yeah,' I laughed. 'Just being stupid.'

'How long have you been up like this?' he asked, concern creeping into his tone.

'Only a few minutes, I'm sure,' I sighed, looking over at the clock. It had actually been an hour.

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Summers with my dad were amazing. As a child, I reveled in the whimsy and wonder of trips to the woods with my father. He was an outdoorsman. An absolute enjoyer of all things natural.

As a little child, I would spend entire summers with him at a cabin in Lake Pleasant. He was a single dad. He was totally hopeless raising a little girl by himself. Nevertheless he persisted, and I grew up a regular tomboy. We’d fish in the lake, hike on nearby trails, and stargaze at night. He was a birdwatcher as well. Mourning Doves were his favorite to hear.

‘That means summer’s here, baby girl,’ he’d say, stars in his eyes. He died in the summer. His favorite time of year. Alone in the cabin.

A mourning dove sat perched on the roof of my car at the funeral home the day we said goodbye. I cried, knowing it was him saying hello.

I couldn’t be there when he went. The first summer I didn’t spend at that cabin. I was too busy. A college student with a summer job. I needed the cash. But money could never bring him back. Money could never fix the way summer was forever spoiled for me.

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‘Baby? Y/N,’ Alex whispered in an urgent tone.

‘Ah, god. I’m so sorry, I-I was,’ I stammered. ‘My dad.’ That was all I could choke out before the tears returned.

‘You don’t need to say another word,’ he assured me, caressing my cheek. ‘You don’t have to explain.’ He handled my grief well. I couldn’t imagine possessing the patience and grace he had.

I reached up and touched my hair, paling when I realised the absolute state I was in. I pulled at a nearly matted knot and sighed. I was still wearing yesterdays makeup. Depression had a funny way of creeping up on me. I was suddenly all too aware of how much of a mess I was.

‘Do you maybe want a shower?’ Alex asked. ‘I can take one with you.’ Showers were hard for me. In my grief, I would stand in the shower for nearly hours just thinking about ‘what-ifs.’ Showering with Alex helped.

We shared a small apartment in town just a few minutes down the road from my college. Living with Alex quite possibly saved my life. I loved him so intensely. He was so tolerant and kind. The perfect little housewife (said jokingly, of course). He was better than me at matters of domesticity.

I stood and smoothed my hands over my shirt. Alex stood on his side of the bed stretching. In an instant, he was by my side.

‘You look gorgeous,’ he whispered softly in my ear.

‘Hardly,’ I scoffed.

‘Come on,’ he beckoned, stepping toward the bathroom. Alex turned the shower on and removed his boxers. I slipped my t-shirt, shorts, and underwear off and stepped under the stream of water, joining Alex in the delicious warmth.

I felt his hands snake around my waist as we stood under the water together. I grabbed my shampoo and handed it to him, asking without words for him to wash my hair. He massaged the floral smelling soap into my knotted hair gently. Having him take care of me like this was heaven on earth.

I turned to face him and burst into tears as I looked him in his eyes. He was everything to me. The way he made sure my needs were met made me feel so whole. Instead of speaking, he just wrapped me tightly in his arms. I rubbed the smooth skin of his back as he embraced me. His fingers moved mindlessly through my hair.

The water washed over us, cleansing me of the pain I felt. Nothing mattered in the world besides he and I.

‘Now can you wash my hair?’ Alex laughed, lightening the mood a bit.

I giggled and grabbed his shampoo. He always knew the way to make me feel better. His love was beautiful and all-encompassing. There were no bounds to his heart.

When we finished up, he ran ahead of me to grab me a towel. He wrapped me in it and gave me a kiss on the forehead, making a show out of the smooching sound.

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Doing my best to get around to all the request in my inbox right now! Sorry this one got kinda depresso. It’s kinda like a (cough) true-ish story to my life so it got personal. Don’t know why I took it that route haha.

[ariesrondeletia]

Yandere kny muzan, douma or shinbou plz

Heyo, anon. Your request wasn't super specific, so I kinda just did what I wanted to with this one. I hope you enjoy this oneshot of my favorite trash baby. I'm uploading this from my phone, so it still has to be edited.

Yandere Douma x Reader: Control

tw: gore, murder, emotional manipulation

Word Count: 1,029

Prompt: Control

As much as you’d like to say that you never fell for any of Douma’s tricks you couldn’t. You thought that you’d be able to ignore the mischief alight in his kaleidoscope eyes. You were swayed by his honeyed words, even if you could tell they were fake. It was hard to stop him when his touch was oh-so-sweet. He could ask the world of you and you’d do your best to give it to him. You supposed that this was how he convinced many of his followers to join paradise, but something about the way he looked at you felt special. You desperately wanted to believe the intrigue in his eyes was because of you and you alone. Being his loyal servant was more rewarding than you thought, and it seemed his attachment to you kept growing.

You ran a brush through long blood-stained locks. Douma hummed in approval at your touch and you couldn’t deny the smile growing on your face. He seemed in a good mood, so you hoped he would entertain your request.

“My lord,” you whispered, “May I be permitted to go outside today? The cherry blossoms are blooming this time of year, and I’d love to go see them. I know that you’ve forbidden me from going outside, but-”

“(Name), you know my answer~. I’ve forbidden it and you will stay here with me. The cherry blossoms are much less important than I am, right?” The smile fell from your face. This was exactly what you’d expected, but his words stung nonetheless.

“Of course, Lord Douma. I’m sorry for being so presumptuous. May I be allowed to spend some time in my room for contemplation?” Maybe you could sneak out during the ceremony. Douma never permitted you to enter the special ceremonies and it was the only time you got to yourself. His eyes flitted to you and you swore he could tell what you were thinking. The multicolored hues were amused. You might’ve told some sort of joke he enjoyed.

"As long as you’re good,” he answered. The lilt in his voice made you believe he could tell what you were doing, he was merely playing along. Your movements slowed as you tried to hide the unnerved expression on your face.

“There’s no reason for concern, I’m your most loyal follower, after all.” His grin seemed sick to you. Douma only felt amusement and boredom most of the time, but every once in a while there would be moments like this. Ones where he seemed… off. You didn’t know how to describe it, as you’d only ever seen this expression a few times. It was usually after you’d said or done something please him. He reached out to touch your face, gently cupping your cheek. You leaned into his palm, you knew he liked when you did that. There was a sense of madness in the room and you wanted to leave, but Douma’s hands held you in place.

The ceremony bells rang. You let out a breath as Douma pulled away. He gave you a polite nod before leaving to ‘help’ his followers. You didn’t know how he was helping them. You weren’t allowed to ever that room. You were curious about it, but the outside interested you far more. Ever since you joined, you’d been put as Douma’s right hand maid. Doing what he wanted when he wanted it. He claimed your job was too important for you to ever leave, so you lost the right to go outside. There were other things you lost, but that one hurt the most. Now you could finally see the sky once more. But… the madness you had felt seconds ago scared you. What would happen if you disobeyed him?

You huffed. You couldn’t keep over analyzing things. It was time to make a choice. You stepped from the cushion you had been kneeling on and moved to the door. Your hand shook as you grasped the thin paper door. You steeled your nerves and opened it.

You had expected sunlight, but you were basking in the light of the pale moon instead. The leaves danced in the wind and you spun along with them. The skirt of your pure silk kimono flared out slightly. You had long forgotten the feeling of the breeze against your skin. You turned to run along the dirt path leading deep within the woods. Your excitement gave you tunnel vision and you failed to notice the figure drooling over your tantalizing flesh. It was only when the stench of blood hit you, that you faced the demon behind you.

It was a man, blood on his lips. His shirt was torn and crimson liquid coated his hands. He reached for you. His nails torn through the fabric of your kimono and dug into your flesh. Fear bubbled inside of you. You begged your feet to move, but you stood shell-shocked before the monster, watching as he opened his jaw.

Vermillion splattered your skirt, dyed your hair ruby, and pushed you to the ground, blood watering the once white flowers lining the path. You struggled to comprehend exactly what was happening as Douma reached for you, taking your small hands in his own. The corpses of the other demon fell to the ground, slamming into it like a too-heavy sack someone had dropped. What remained of his head now covered the branches of a nearby tree.

“Sorry I waited too long, you must have been scared, right?” your bloodied savior teased. “You’ll be alright now that I’m here, (Name). Now let’s go back to the temple.”

You tried to reply, but it died in your throat. You didn’t stop Douma as he lifted you from the ground, holding you in his arms as he traced the path back through the woods to your home. His touch was sympathetic as he held you close to him. You melted into him, not wanting to let go of your guardian. He pressed a light kiss to your blood covered skin.

“Can’t you see? The world is a scary and dangerous place. If you stay here, you’ll be safe. In my arms”

[showingthroughtome]

2: june 6th

“Alright.” She yells, stopping him. “You’re not whiny at all. The least whiny, actually.” She’s laying it on thick.

“And, your favorite Styles?”

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“You look so cute today, Jess.” Gemma, Harry’s older sister, looks her up and down from the beach chair she’s sunbathing on. “Love the romper.”

“Thanks.” Jessica glances down and mumbles. Confidence has always been a struggle for her, especially when it comes to how she looks, but as she stands in the tie die pink piece of clothing, she’s thinking that Gem has no reason to lie. More assuredly Jessica says, “I’ve been trying to branch out into more colors. There’s really no need for me to dress like a goth fourteen-year-old anymore.”

“You’re definitely no longer fourteen, babe.” Gemma lowers her sunglasses to show her roaming eyes - something that would appear creepy, if not coming from her other lifelong friend. Then laughs when Jessica playfully squirms. “Are you joining me or what?”

“Duh.” Jessica draws out the vowel and begins slipping out of said romper to reveal a black bikini. “Obviously, I’m not totally over my goth phase.”

“One never truly is, I find.”

They both laugh at the inevitable truth, black is just such a reliable color. Gemma relaxes back into her chair and Jessica pulls one for herself closer. Remembering to take off her prescription lenses to avoid the worst face tan lines ever, she makes herself comfortable and starts spraying herself with a final, thin coat of sunscreen.

From where they are sitting in the Styles’ backyard, the sun is hitting just right, beaming heat and rays appropriate for this time of year. The pool is reflecting those rays right into Jessica’s eyes so instead of opting for Gemma’s inconvenient preference of sunglasses, she flips onto her stomach and hopes that when she flips back in fifteen minutes, the sun will have shifted just enough to be less blinding.

Minimal chatter takes place as the girls get bronzed - nothing important but entirely ridiculous gossip about the thirty-year-old housewife down the street with a male friend who only comes by once her husband has left.

They’re both on their second rotations, and their dream celebrity husband is being discussed (“Eddie Redmayne over Bradley Cooper any day!”), when Harry comes out in a blur - Jessica on her stomach and Gemma on her back again. Before she is even aware he is outside, Jessica is feeling the sprinkling of water that comes from a cannonball into the pool.

“Harry!” Gemma screams, taking the brunt of the splash, sitting up and wiping the moisture from her skin. “Fucking rude!”

Jessica bites her lip so she doesn’t get caught smiling too wide when Gemma looks at her incredulously.

“Asshole.” She nods in support, laughing lightly.

“Sorry, Gem.” Harry is a grinning head floating above the water, moving closer to the lip of the pool. “I just wanted to join the fun. You guys must have forgotten to invite me.”

Gemma exhales a huff through her nose, shaking her head. “Nope. Didn’t forget. My memory is gold.”

“And you?” Harry lifts his brows at Jess.

It’s hard for her to see him from her stomach so she sits up to find his hair dampened to his head and drops dripping from his nose. With an innocent smirk, she claims, “I needed some quality time with Gemma.”

“Um, excuse me? I’m your best friend, your favorite Styles, the person you once gave the good half of your Drumstick to.”

“First, ice cream sharing is gross.” Gemma shudders. “Second, big mistake. He never deserves the better half of anything.”

“He was just so whiny that day, I had to.”

“Jess!” Harry cries as he pushes himself out from the pool and creeps slowly towards her.

She has no clue what he’s going to do but she recognizes the smirk he’s wearing as the one that usually indicates some mischievous behavior so she rises from the lounging chair and moves to the opposite side of it, putting it in between her and her pursuer.

“Where ya going?” He places his hands on his hips, exhaling like he’s out of breath even though there is no possible way.

“No.” Jessica shakes her head sternly, an adamant expression gracing her face. “Whatever you’re doing, just, no.”

Right then, he takes a quick step around her chair and she’s backing away into the grass.

“Just take back what you said.” He slows down and offers a solution to something she knows won’t end well for her. “I’m not whiny.”

Not moving an eye away from him, she places a finger on her chin to think, “Saying that makes you seem it.”

He lunges forward, dripping wet from every inch of his body. Luckily for her, her reflexes aren’t that of a snail so she dodges his hands and heads to the right side of the yard. Once she’s out of reach though, she has to run for her life. He’s chasing her so closely that the tips of his fingers keep grazing her skin for the briefest moments.

“Harry, stop it!” Jessica shouts when she feels her stamina dwindling and Harry’s presence right at her heels.

Her plea is too late and before she knows it, his arms are wrapping around her bare middle. He’s lifting her off the ground, throwing her over his shoulder with the utmost ease. If she weren’t so terrified of being thrown in the cold pool, she would probably be enjoying the feel of his warm skin on her in more places than she’s used to. Even though the touch is so different from the night of their movie, it has the potential to be better… if only they weren’t headed for the pool.

“Harry.” She holds onto his back for balance but kicks her feet in a vain attempt to have him put her down. “You dickhead, let me go.”

And to her surprise, he gets to the edge of the pool and stops. “Take it back and I’ll put you down.”

“On the ground and not in the water?” She’s not dumb enough to agree without a clarification.

“Of course.”

“Promise?” She squeezes her hands that are grasping his back, pushing herself up for a little more visibility of his face. He nods and then takes a step closer to the water.

“Alright.” She yells, stopping him. “You’re not whiny at all. The least whiny, actually.” She’s laying it on thick.

“And, your favorite Styles?”

Even though her heart is racing, she can’t help but find it kind of cute that this is the subject of his confirmation, causing her to whisper low enough so Gemma won’t hear, “Yes, Harry. Obviously.”

As simple as that, he’s squatting down in such a way to place her feet on the ground.

Harry towers over Jessica who barely makes it to his shoulder, smiling down at her as she gathers her wits.

“Just invite me to hang out with you guys next time and this won’t have to happen.” He suggests, tucking a strand of her hair that got away from the messy bun behind her ear. It causes her lips to part the slightest bit with that unfamiliar yearning again, thinking of things she is still trying to wrap her head around in association with Harry.

Her eyes follow the lines of his lips as they shift into a cheeky smile, exciting her but also snapping her out of her daze as she quickly uses all her might to push him to the right and into the water triumphantly.

authors note:

hi!! i meant to post this a couple days ago but then i went to the zoo and a farm and swimming so i didnt have time *cries* the next update will come soonish though! probably next monday! i reread this chapter this morning and it seemed a little off to me but maybe that is just me and my self judgement! let me know! not much happened except for some #summer and some #yearning (what this fic shouldve been called)

what do you think is going on with these two?!?!?! tell me in my ask plz lolz

also, thank you as always to my girl, ash @what-comes-from-within she literally saves me!!!

hope youre all having a great summer!!!

thanks so much for reading!!!

-lauren xxx