#fuck it. im tagging ren

[riacte]

how it started:

one ren peeing twaddle conversation later:

[dizzybizz]

i'm back at it again 🌈🌈🌈

[softredrobin]

dichotomies

the individuals, for your enjoyment

[nebulaleaf]

a collection of all the mementos report badges i've cleaned up! please enjoy ♥

[taldigi]

and then he did

[nina-the-ninth]

Lingering regrets

[schiavonaintherye]

still can't draw but i have too much kill bill brainrot atm not to draw. yes im hyperfixted on the reservoir doggies but idk the kill bill guys are way more drawable

why does cropping any image from procreate make it so dogass quality im gonna cry be nice 2 my art pleasey cheesey

anyways kill bill is the movie Of All Time

[slabmaxxing]

got my friend to name all of these guys (template stolen from twitter sonewhere)

[lacystar]

“All this to say that my head feels as though it’s exploding with ideas and inspiration, yet… yet I find the act of actually putting pen to paper extraordinarily difficult. I’ve had artist’s block before, but nothing like this.” Ren traced his way up Yusuke’s face. The slight pout of his mouth, the slope of his nose, the hang of his lashes, the furrow of his brow. “You didn’t seem to have a problem with it just a minute ago,” He pointed out softly. Again, Yusuke tensed cutely, shoulder rising towards his ear under Ren’s touch. “… I suppose I was so panicked that you would move before I could capture you that I didn’t think of it,” He admitted sheepishly. Ren glanced back to the bed, its comforter cast aside so the moonlight could shine off the white sheets, Morgana visibly absent. “Why don’t we try and recreate it, then?” He offered.

chapter. fucking. four. idfk. dont read this. I hate yaoi. its a draw me like one of your French girls spoof because I have freaking problems.

[vacantgodling]

i’m sick of fighting anatomy have aslin fighting idk something. there should be nipple piercings and a tantalizingly open shirt and blood but like ANATOMY SUCKSSSS

[birthday-of-music]

hey. guys. did you know that the song that plays at the end of p5r true ending is well. very obviously about akechi. but i did my usual thing where i get mad at translations that could have been so much more sappy and much sadder. and hey!! did you know that the song ABOUT AKECHI literally has the line

“the warmth, our connected hands and your voice

it would disappear into a dream once i wake up”

or something alone those lines

and if this isnt sappy and romantic i dont know what is. atlus doesnt let you date akechi and yet shoves in a song that implies akiren remembers akechis voice and his warmth and the feeling of his hands (implying they have held hands

theyre just cowards i think

[85-rend]

icon thingy i made to put in the blog bc im so silly rn

[agent37]

fun fact! this was both the last thing i made in 2022 and the first thing i made in 2023!

inspired by the video ever :3 rendog miku drop pop candy post frfr

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

[youngpettyqueen]

my dad is continuing his Star Wars watch (and by extension I am also watching because once again I am home sick) and he's on Episode 7 which means unfortunately I am going to have to sit through and deal with Episodes 8 and 9

[princemick]

ren sending 💌💌 in when she physically cringes away the second I say one positive thing abt her irl

[yingren]

“ do you really hate me that much ? ” from jing yuan c:

feelings are complicated. ( accepting. )

“ hate is such a strong word, general. i prefer something a little... softer. ” ren is far too comfortable as he spreads out on the bed, sheets crumpled and wrinkly beneath him. jing yuan should know by now that there’s no reason for him to make this bed if he knows that he’s expecting company in the evening. it’s always in the evening, isn’t it? when ren has done enough laying around in his own place and the natural next step is to invade the privacy of a tired old friend. well, if one can even call them that. judging by jing yuan’s tone there might be something else brewing beneath that composed façade, something for ren to pick apart and dig his greedy hands into. & if he wanted to, he could. 

instead he rolls over on his side, flicking a piece of lint to the floor. it matters little how often he shows up here, how well he knows his way around this room and the owner of it. of course, there are still nights where sleeping is not an option and he stares at the patterned ceiling until the sun begins to rise. ren can’t properly recall all of the times he’s said something close to i hate you, probably because it was all in fleeting moments or delivered as bad jokes amidst explosions of irritation. jing yuan should know better, it’s not that hard to figure it out anyway, though maybe the old general likes to play into the whole naïve persona a little too much. if that’s the case, ren won’t hesitate to call him stupid for the 100th time. & he kind of wants to, but bites his tongue. 

despite it being such a simple question, ren struggles with finding an answer. a simple no might have satisfied the other but it leaves too much else unsaid. “ you’re doing that annoying thing again. ” he points out as if he is expecting jing yuan to know what he’s talking about this time. one hand motions for him to come closer, patting the empty spot on the bed & then he shifts to make room. “ you always stand around and wait for me to ask you to come over. annoying. ” if jing yuan had been close enough, this would have earned him a light punch to his shoulder. ren is not above expressing his irritation through ( what he likes to call ) gentle violence. it wouldn’t be the first time he tossed this man around anyway. & he really wants to do it again, but refrains. 

impatience takes over as soon as jing yuan is close enough and ren grabs him by his wrist to pull him closer. though he retracts his hand when the general takes a seat on the edge of the bed, offering a small glare in his direction. the gaze softens only when he speaks again, mainly because of the incredibly confusing look on jing yuan’s face. ren can’t discern what any of it means, if his countenance resembles grief, anger, sadness or something else. it irks him to not be able to tell, bothers him in ways only jing yuan knows how to. annoying, a voice in his head echoes again and a hand reaches out to poke at the other’s. it starts like that, just a small touch to bridge the gap between them, and then he finds himself silently lacing their fingers together, slotted into a soft grip. & he longs to offer more of himself, so he does. 

“ i only wonder what you think of me if you truly believe i could hate you. i feel a lot of things for you but none of them are hate, you should know this. ” his jaw is tense as he pauses, clenched as he inhales sharply and his gaze travels elsewhere. looking at anything other than jing yuan is better than having to stare at his face when he is asking for something ren has no idea how to convey. but he tries, he really does, and when he speaks again his voice is much quieter and gentler.  “ i don’t hate you, jing yuan. i love you quite a lot actually. then again, i guess i’d be insane not to. ”