#hey it's your boy

[yutaholic]

I HAD TO PAUSE THE MV! TAEYONG'S HAIR CAUGHT ME OFF GUARD! I COULDN'T STOP LAUGHING! MY NEPHEW LAUGHED SO HARD HE SAID HE NEEDED HIS INHALER! YOU GOT JOHNNY AND JAEHYUN LOOKING LIKE WHOLE DILFS AND HERE COMES TAEYONG WITH THE FUCKING KINGDOM HEARTS COSPLAY!

[ouchmyghostskin]

[wasabi-gumdrop]

Kabru has a secret admirer in the castle!

[egophiliac]

NEW BIRTHDAY THEME IS OUT!!!!!!!!!!!

BIRTHDAY SLUMBER PARTY, HERE WE COME

I think the theme is more loungewear than straight-up pajamas, but hey, I'm not complaining! (and -- look, we still have the groovies, I'm not giving up hope for animal kigurumi until I gotta)

[3dsben]

Layton8

One of the things to never happen

[ooowyn]

in another universe we could have had it all

[linktothefags]

Warning: Assumes reader is male and/or likes the word boy used on them

Hey, you!

Yes, you, the boy reading this post.

You're really cute and pretty and handsome and I don't think you get enough attention for it.

You're doing great keep it up

[doctorsiren]

If you’re still taking drawing requests…a few of your favorite hermits possessed by Bill…Billsuma???? Pls Billsuma

Axolsuma is Bill Repellant

I had a lot of fun with the design so I only did Xisuma since you asked for him specifically :>

[lacrimasaintegabriel]

Hey uhh… just wanna remind you:

*slaps a fanart of Alucard and leaves for ANOTHER 5 months or so*

[naffeclipse]

Toying around with a sort of Apex Polarity spin involving Sun and Moon and having them as Arctic Fox type of creatures (think werewolf monster body types but fox style) and Y/N is an Arctic Hare-esque humanoid mythical being with white fur and long ears tipped in black. Of course, it's set in the Arctic tundra. Thinking of calling it Of Fox Maws.

You've seen the fox men before. They'll skirt the outsides of the large valley you like to go to gather arctic willow and sedge out of the snow. Their eyes glint in the harsh Arctic light, watching you. You warily tense your legs, always ready to bolt should the two fiends decide they're hungry enough to attempt to chase you down.

You can't trust foxes.

But you always skip away, out of sight and far from the terror of what could easily be your last day. This happens for a season. Sometimes, they attempt to creep closer in plain view but you turn tail and run, ducking behind snowy hills and hiding low until you're certain they're gone.

Once, you were caught off guard in the middle of your foraging. One voice called softly out to you. You jumped back and found the fox men too close, almost within lunging distance—your little heart fluttered as if to take flight and escape—but you ran and ran and ran until you couldn't breathe. Then, you look behind you.

The fox men were nowhere to be found.

One day, you're amid a rocky field of purple saxifrage, happily picking blossoms to toss in your mouth while twisting your long ears this way and that to listen in for any predators or creeping fox men that might try to break your little neck in their vulpine jaws. You never expected the teeth to come from the ground you placed your foot on. A snap of metal. A bone crack. You're bitten by something cold and terrible, and it chains you to the ground. Terrible pain eats your leg as blood, crimson among the snow and rocks, begins to drip down your fur.

You panic. Such is your nature. You thrash and struggle while the metal trap digs deeper into your leg. The safety of daylight begins to fade as exhaustion and fear begin to take hold, and then you see them. Their glinting eyes, their sharp ears narrowed, their fur white and strangely marked with colorful swirls on their underside, their claws scraping over the ground as they come closer and closer.

You cry it in your terror—you could always run before. They talk low and soft to you, one anxiously coaxing you to stop moving, to stop hurting yourself, but you tug and struggle in your wild franticness. The teeth keep biting your leg—you flounder before a set of arms catches you, pinning you down with strange gold and red fur on his chest that warms your deathly chilled body. You scream but another set of hands holds down your caught leg—this one with deep blue and silver swirls in the fur on his chest. You dissolve in the horror of the end that will come from too many jaws—

A musical steel note plays when he breaks the chain in half with his raw strength. You keep thrashing, struggling to get away, but the fox men are too strong, and the one holding you keeps asking you to stop being frightened—they only want to help. The other digs his dark claws into the metal trap and pries it apart as the other drags you out of reach of the contraption maw, and you cry from the pain of it all.

The two begin yipping and fussing. When they press their hands to the bleeding bite mark on your leg, the anguish overwhelms you until all you see is white, then nothing.

They become frantic at your slumped form and all the blood on your silky white fur. Sun takes to your wound and Moon takes you in his arms, and keeping pressure on the strange bite, they carry you back to their den. There, you'll be safe and warm, and there, they can help you with your broken leg.

Hopefully, you won't keep screaming when you wake up. (You will.)

[literallyjusttoa]

For two people that broke up almost 2000 years ago, they sure do have the vibe of that insanely toxic couple on your college campus that you keep getting second-hand embarrassment from as you pass by. Idk what the modern equivalent of drowning your ex in a bathtub would be tho.

[schelluminium]

The first few cases Edwin and Charles solved probably ended with the client being picked up by Death and the boys hiding. Now imagine the first time they help a client with their unfinished business and thinking the blue light will come now but instead the client is dragged to hell... Edwin would be mortified. He spends his time helping others move on and he didn't even consider that some of the people he helps could end up where he did. And maybe he couldn't really tell whether the client was an asshole who deserved hell or not and after his own fate he is wary if it is justified or not and then he spirals into flashbacks of hell and Charles has to help him get into a better headspace again.

[daily-hanamura]

[just-null]

I wanna squish and smooch his cheeks 💙

You keep missing.. but it's okay, Noritoshi's happy to have your lips and hands brush his skin at all..! yet, he'd still prefer you stop missing the mark..

You're lucky he's fond of you, he wouldn't let just anyone squish his face as they pleased. though no one gives his cheeks kisses like you, so in a way this is a fair trade.

[egophiliac]

innocently logging in to look at the Twst schedule for May like

[nocsa]

Agender Pride Patch!!!

Ask, and I shall deliver !!!!!!!!! @sleepthiever your wish has been granted.

I PRESENT TO YOU!!!

The Agender pride patch!! The trio is now complete (agender, asexual, aromantic) and just in time for pride month!!! Head on over to my Ko-Fi account if you're interested in purchasing the digital file!

I am also testing out new stuff as well and the current thing I'm exploring is selling physical items on my Ko-Fi shop as well as just digital files, so if you're interested, this patch as well as all of my other pride patches are available as a physical purchase as well!! This includes the other two members of the trio, a trans patch, a rainbow gay patch, and hopefully more to come! They ship out through lettermail, so as long as you can get letters shipped to you, international shipping should work as well! And just in time for pride month too!