#himbs too

[kawaiiinla]

Hi tumblrinas. My partner bought me surprise Sanrio Crocs and I made a gif about it. It's cute. 😊

[wolfertinger666]

bunny boy expressions doodle page

(HE/HIM) 🐇🌀‼️🏳️‍⚧️

[airborneice]

i think we all know who the REAL star of season 3 is

i'm making a vague attempt to pace out this season by doing a drawing after each episode, so anyway here's my new fave character

[psychicism]

the man the dude the legend

[didderd]

so. so.. Corrupted Rebirth is pretty cool. :3

(if u tag as ship, ur days are numbered, make sure to say goodbye to ur family before ur ass is dust.)

[dawnbreakersgaze]

Excuse me but the idea of MC and Xav sitting on their respective balconies and texting each other The Tea while people watching in their neighborhood is both so silly and so endearing to me.

So let's go on a small adventure, shall we?

Warnings: None.

Just fluff. Pure, unadulterated fluff.

The late morning sun was already warming you through the windows of your tiny apartment before you'd even stepped foot outside. It was finally mid-spring in Linkon, which meant you could enjoy your late breakfast on the patio without having to worry about a stray chill or errant frost dampening your weekly Saturday 'brunch' plans.

Opening the patio door with your granola bar in one hand and phone in the other, you settle into the cushioned bench that overlooked your apartment courtyard and took a deep breath. Sometimes it felt like winter was neverending in Linkon, but you could finally feel the tension of the gripping cold that had settled in your bones start to slowly bleed from you.

After getting comfortable, you finally pulled out your phone, and quickly found your brunch 'date's' contact info, sending him the customary "Get up it's people watching hour" text.

[Hey Xav, you up? I'm already on my balcony?]

It doesn't take long for his reply. This has been your weekly tradition for a few months now. Ever since you had both just so happened to see that kid getting dragged down the street by the monstrous hound, it had become something of a... habit for the two of you to text each other the funny happenings on your street when you were home. Not that either of you were particularly prone to gossip, but the simple domesticity of it was oddly comforting after a long week of getting slogged on by wanderers.

[Yeah I'm up. Give me a sec]

The soft ping of your notification broke the peace, followed shortly by the shuffling of his patio door sliding open from above you. Sure, you could simply call out and greet him, as the acoustics out here are great and the soundproofing is atrocious, but the silence is cozy, and the atmosphere almost feels magical. This is your ritual, after all.

It's a bit like a storybook scene, you think, the two of you sharing a moment in time together yet still separated by some outside force. Maybe it was silly, but the fabricated longing almost made it feel romantic in a way that you're sure your neighbor would find ridiculous.

When you hear his footsteps above you come to a halt, you immediately notice something in particular is missing, however.

[You forgot your coffee Xav. Are you gonna be able to stay awake?]

[How could U tell?]

[I didn't smell any burning 🤭🔥]

He doesn't reply, but you can hear the huff he makes over the railing as his footsteps retreat, fading behind the sliding door once again. You don't even try to hold back the laughter his reaction elicits from you, hopeful the concrete carries it to him easily.

When he finally does reemerge, faint smell of bitter charred beans on the wind, his phone is already buzzing with the morning's newest additions to your people watching portfolios.

An older man you'd long ago dubbed "Green Thumb" who liked to frequent the flower garden outside your apartment complex was already taking photos of the new stargazer lily blossoms that had just opened this morning. So enamored by the vibrant petals, he didn't even seem to notice the couple he'd backed into who'd happened to spill their groceries all over the sidewalk. You heard Xavier call "Watch out!" From above you when he'd recognized the impending impact, but at your distance, it was no use.

[That was nice of you Xav. Too bad it didn't help 🫠]

[I can't believe they didn't see Green Thumb. He was so hard to miss. Even when Ur distracted U still see better]

[HEY! I'm not the one who sleep walks! 💀]

[And yet I'm always there to guard Ur back partner]

He's right of course, though you're not going to tell him. Xavier likes to play the part of a soft and harmless little thing, but it doesn't take much to stoke the hunter into burning hotter than you intended. His evol might be light, but you know better than anyone that light, under careful concentration, can start a blazing fire if you're not mindful. His teasing isn't ever harmful though, so instead you decide to simply poke the bear.

[Only because I'm starting to suspect you like it back there]

The distinct sound of a phone accidentally hitting the concrete marks the end of that thread.

Its not long before another of your regulars, pair of young kids Xavier had called the Trouble Twins arrived on scene. Aptly named for the number of times their poor mother has chastised them for chasing the ducks and picking the flowers, the siblings were quite the rambunctious duo. Today they seem to be a few steps ahead of their vigilant mother, rushing into the park with high-pitched hollers and improvised swords made of small branches they'd found. Today's unfortunate conquest seemed to be the pigeons that were being fed by the local grannies.

[They look like a pair of knights today don't they?]

[Knights? Don't knights usually protect people?]

[Maybe they're protecting us from the pigeons]

[Xavier those old ladies look pretty mad idk. That one even tried to chase the boy and almost caught him!]

The pause in messages was punctuated by his soft laughter above you, carried on the spring breeze. It was so warm, so genuine, so comfortable. You didn't need a mirror to feel the heat bloom in your cheeks; the overwhelming sensation of ardor flooding you at the the very sound.

[You're right. He needs more training. A good Knight should never be caught by an old lady]

[.... I don't think that's the message here Xav]

The rest of your morning goes back and forth like this for another hour. Watching your favorite people pass by, concocting new and interesting stories for them as they pass your balconies. Xavier has very interesting and oddly insightful opinions on those around him, considering you don't really recall seeing him with many friends. None the less, his company and companionship on your balconies has easily become your favorite part of the week. The only noises between you are the laughter that passes back and forth as the texts volley from one to another.

Finally, as the afternoon sun starts to become an uncomfortable heat, your phone chimes once more.

[I'm getting kind of hungry]

[Oh good. You're warning me this time. Thanks!]

[What?]

[No. I was going to ask if U wanted to go to lunch. With me, I mean?]

And just like that, the storybook was snapping shut. No longer a fragment lost in time where two people gazed at the same scene together from two separate places, but a tangible moment you could step into. Something intimate and real.

Perhaps you stayed in this thought a moment too long, or your silence below him made him second guess himself, as the chime of your phone snapped you out of your daze again.

[I didn't mean to impose if U have plans]

[I know it's Ur day off too]

Fumbling with the suddenly slippery device, softly cursing, and praying he didn't hear, you quickly hammer out the only thing that's been playing in your head on repeat-

[Yes absolutely! I'd love to grab some lunch I'm starving]

[Meet me downstairs in 30?]

[ganondoodle]

possibly slight redesign for shargons humanoid form, the colors look washed out on this screen tho ..

(hes standing a little weird here bc i wanted to draw his fur patterns more clearly)

(original art, Shargon, he/they)

[fruitwanderer]

I am like 16 hours late but ✨ Impulse stream ✨

[fraternum-momentum]

my beautiful princess with a disorder,,,,,,

[dizzybizz]

only took 2 years but he's done now

[babyaiker]

My Partner: Am I Kieran Duffy coded?

Me: Yes

My Partner: Awww mann :(

Me: I mean you just said “aww man” and pouted of course you’re Kieran Duffy coded-

[leadandblood]

[chinzhilla]

baby mode: activated

+bonus: it's super effective!

[r0selace]

I like my mmo main a normal amount <3

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[rebouks]

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Oscar: Oi-.. what’re you doing with that? Robin: Taking pictures. Oscar: Alright, but be careful with it. Robin: I will. Oscar: You can’t take pictures of people using the bathroom though. Robin: Why not? Oscar: ‘Cause it’s private. Robin: Oh-.. but you’re done now. Oscar: True. Robin: So, is now okay? Oscar: Sure-.. you wanna take a selfie? Robin: What’s that? Oscar: Where you take a picture of yourself! Say cheese… Robin: Say pussy! Oscar: [cackles] Wha-.. don’t say that! Robin: Why? That’s what you says. Oscar: I’m a bad influence, apparently. [Robin grins, distracted by his father’s silly face] … Robin: Did dinosaurs take selfies? Oscar: Nah, cameras haven’t existed for that long-.. mama has an old polaroid camera somewhere; it prints the pictures out for you there and then, I’ll try n’ find it for you. [Robin’s eyes widen.. cool] Robin: If dinosaurs didn’t have cameras, how’d they end up on the TV? Oscar: Well.. they’re not real images, that’s just what we think they looked like. Robin: How’d you knows what they looked like without a picture? [Oscar laughed and shook his head; the kid had a good point] Oscar: Save your questions for tomorrow, Einstein. Robin: What’s that? Oscar: [chuckles] Tomorrow-.. nighty night, love you lotsies. Robin: Love you lotsies too, papa.

[didderd]

I present to you a dirty stinky man faeu Beetlejuice!

His wings/wing caps are based off a potato beetle, and his antenna are based off Rosalia funebris.

faeu belongs to @/antlered-prince and @/owl-bones.