#huhuhuhuh

[turnipoddity]

Cutting my hair short was such a good decision… my shampoo and conditioner lasts longer im tearing up

[smallpapers]

I am the monster you created

[nekomanager]

INCUBUS KUROO? ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND? 😫

IKR! I'M AS UNHINGED AS I CAN BE WHEN IT COMES TO KUROO! I'M INSANE HUHUHUUH

[pinkopalina]

[areislol]

HOOOLY????

Xiao in Dan Heng’s clothes ⭐︎

(i’m missing a lot of the clothing details sorry got lazy ;; )

instagram: sweeteaolive

[nono-uwu]

Me to myself: waiter waiter, more yuri please!!!!!

Yua's looking a lil bug-eyed in that first one ngl (it's ok she's a very cute bug)

[hannahssimblr]

At the house, I am conscious of the mess. Nobody has made an effort to clean up properly for weeks, and now dishes and miscellaneous bits of rubbish litter every available surface. The bins are full. Tangles of chargers and cables pile up on the table, and water damage has well and truly set in on the oak flooring under our feet. The same patch of floor that Evie’s hair is dripping on now, but while it’s too late to save it, she might as well add to it. 

“Wow, this is a beautiful house,” she says, and I have to check her face to see if she’s taking the piss out of me. She looks genuinely charmed. I frown.  

“I’ll get you a towel downstairs.”

As we descend to the living room, I find myself holding my breath. It seems even dirtier than the kitchen there, and I wonder how and when this happened, how it is even possible. Yet here we are, and it is. I pray there are clean towels, at least let there be clean towels…

Oh, thank God. 

I hand her one from the hot press. It is old and scratchy, and likely a victim of my mother, back when she used to dye her hair at home, evidenced by the big, bleached patches all over it, but at least it’s clean. I show her the bathroom. 

“Feel free to take a shower if you want to. The water is hot.” As it constantly is, because I turned it on at the beginning of the summer and found the system so complex that I never risked turning it off again. I’ll be hearing about it when my dad gets the bill, but that’s an issue for September. 

Evie peeks in. “You don’t want to go first?”

“No, go ahead.”

As soon as I hear the hum of the shower, I pounce into action and tear into my bedroom. I yank all the dirty clothes off the floor and fire them into my already heaving hamper, then kick a pair of shoes under the bed, followed by a mucky football and some art magazine Jen thought I’d like, but I never read.

There are chocolate wrappers on the floor. What kind of creature am I? Was I sitting on the floor at some point, feasting on a family packet of dairy milk bars, or did these just fall out of my pockets? I rush around, picking them all up, then reach the wastepaper basket to find it full. I curse under my breath and yank the bag out, tying it in a hasty knot, then carry it and the two handfuls of coffee mugs strewn about the place up to the kitchen. There is nowhere for them to go, so I shove the mugs into the sink and toss the bag on the floor. 

She’s showering for ages. Good. 

Next, I tackle the bed, straightening out the duvet and pillows, which are, mercifully, clean. I could tongue-kiss the past version of myself that ran them through the wash two days before. To make extra sure, I give them a good, long sniff. They still smell like detergent. The clean clothes from that same wash go from the armchair to the wardrobe, and books on the bedside table. The tennis racquets… they’ll be fine, leaning against the wall. When I step back and examine my work, I determine that it’s barely passable, but time is surely running out, and she can’t shower forever. The dust on the floor can stay another day. 

Lastly, I toss my sweaty clothes onto the pile and peel off my sodden shorts. Once I have changed into something clean, I carry all the laundry out and heave it into the washing machine, right by the door of the bathroom. Evie hums tunelessly in the shower, and for a moment or two, I stand and listen. I wonder whose shower gel she is using, and shiver inexplicably at the idea of her choosing mine. 

I arrange myself in a casual position when she comes back into the room, hanging out on the end of the bed. She’s rosy from the hot water, and her hair lies flat against her head, so straight and fine that her ears poke out the sides. 

“You don’t have to wear the same wet t-shirt,” I inform her. “I can put your clothes in the dryer.”

She pulls at the hem and looks down at those two, damp, triangular patches. “It’s okay,” she shrugs. “They’ll dry on me.”

“You can leave all your wet stuff on the floor. I’ll sort them out after my shower and I’ll just find you something else to wear.”

“But I won’t fit in your clothes.”

“You’ll fit in a t-shirt, won’t you?” I saunter over to my wardrobe and lift a t-shirt from the stack. It’s old, and has a hole in the armpit, hence it’s permanent relegation to the beach house wardrobe, but like everything else in this house in its current state, it will suffice. 

“Thanks,” she says. I leave her to change and head for the shower. 

“What are you looking at?”

She jumps and turns around. I’ve caught her nosing around and looking at my notice board. She points at it. “Your ticket to a music festival.”

I hesitate, trying to gauge whether Claire has blabbed to her about what I said or not. “Oh yeah, are you coming?”

“I don’t know.”

“You should. All of us are heading up to it.” I pull a pair of socks out of a drawer and plonk myself onto the bed to put them on. 

She sits with me. “I’m not sure. It’s kind of a bit complicated.”

“Is it?”

“Yeah,” she hesitates before deciding to divulge. “Kelly and Claire are in a big fight about it. Claire wants to go, and Kelly doesn’t want to, even though it’s Claire’s eighteenth birthday the same weekend. It’s… it’s all a bit silly if I’m honest.”

I frown. “She doesn’t want to celebrate her friends’ birthday in a fun way?”

“No, it’s more than that. It’s that she doesn’t want to hang out with Shane for the whole weekend. She’d be too embarrassed to. She’s weird about that kind of thing.”

I should proceed with caution. I say, “sounds a little selfish to me.”

“Kelly’s a complicated person. I think she means well, she just… isn’t great at expressing herself. She gets angry at people instead of telling them how she feels in a normal way.”

I could talk a lot of shit about Kelly Healy, but I‘ll save it. I know that teenage girls’ friendships are strange and nuanced in ways my brain will never fully comprehend. Things never seem to be simple enough to just end the friendship. It must drag on for eternity until one of them is irreparably damaged in its wake. “So what, she’s forbidden you both from going to the festival?”

“She hasn’t said that we’re forbidden.”

“But you’re not going because you think she’ll be angry with you.”

“Pretty much.”

“So what about Claire? It’s her birthday.”

She groans. “I know. I hate this. I hate when people are fighting, and I feel like I’m in the middle of it. I don’t know what the right decision is.”

Tell me about it. “The thing that you want to do more, that’s the right decision.”

“I knew you’d say something like that.”

“What do you mean?” 

“Something wise.”

I laugh. If only I could take my own advice. 

She heaves out a sigh and slumps over her knees. “I can’t talk to either of them about it. Kelly is impossible, and Claire hasn’t been around. I’ve barely seen her at all since they fought. I don’t even know where she’s been.”

I blink. “Oh, she’s been here.”

“What?”

“Yeah! I thought you knew. She’s been coming here every day for ages.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“And did she tell you why?”

“No, I didn’t ask. I thought it was just to hang out with Shane.”

“With Shane?” She straightens to look into my face and I grin.

“Yeah, they’ve been hanging out.”

“Go ’way.”

“I don’t know exactly what’s happening, but they hang out a lot, go for walks together and watch TV in the living room. I usually just leave them alone, but…” I tap my nose.

“Oh, I knew it!” She throws herself back on to her elbows and shakes her head. “I wonder what this is going to mean for Kelly.”

“Kelly can grow up. She doesn’t have a say.”

“Ugh. I know. It’s just impossible not to worry about it.”

“Evie, how often do you let that girl live inside your head? Forget about it. Let Shane and Claire deal with her.”

“Okay, I’ll try.”

It’s not lost on me, the juxtaposition between this conversation and the one I had with Alison this morning. These two girls are only a year apart in age, and yet somehow their lives oppose so diametrically. Am I the same boy with them both, or have I somehow split in two? How can I be worrying about Alison and all that she’s been through, while hours later coaching Evie through friend drama? I know the turmoil and stress is real for her. I can tell by the things her face is doing, how she nibbles on her lip, the way her brow furrows, but I am comforted by it, by how simple it is. Maybe it would be good for my soul to spend more time with Evie. 

Regardless, I move on from this specific theme and bring the conversation back to where it began. “And as for the festival, I think you should come.”

“Hm.”

“Will you?” She doesn’t answer, so I assume she hasn’t heard me. I nudge her. “I want you to come. Will you come?”

“You want me to?” She echoes, like she doesn’t exactly believe it.

“I do.”

“Okay then.”

Perhaps someone else would find it worthwhile to read into the fact that she seems to want to do everything that I do, but I’m not really that bothered. I’m just glad that she agreed for the sake of herself. I suspect it may be a rarity for her. 

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Corresponding LG Chapter [2]

[tamanegi-san]

(WIP?)

I'm thinking about animating something about these two and Atsushi kun, cuz I've been getting so many ideas but AUGHHH IDK THO.

I found a song with lyrics that I thought resonated with Akutagawa and Dazai's relationship but I don't know if I should animate that or not :))

I think I MIGHT?

I'm really tempted 😩

[blackberryjamboree]

huhuhuh…

50% WHAT

[lunian]

THANKS, I made them myself 💕

[sillysnack]

word vomit about kusuo and kusuke and another pair of iconic siblings in media (the bible)

girl that cant stop associating kusuke and kusuo with cain and abel from the bible. particularly the brother murders his brother part; of course, kusuke does not murder kusuo but. like. you know. kitty tank arc. lol. when he flew nenkai to london but thats a less extreme example...

because of this post i am reading analyses on the bible. i'll reference this one a lot lol

perhaps this one too

god favoring abel's offering more... cain murdering abel out of jealousy... then he is cursed. 1) he would no longer able to grow crops on his land and 2) he will live his life as a wanderer

oh also.

* not scripture. merely a break down.

that part of reminded me of when someone praised kusuke, saying that he helped get their paper to a grade of 98, declared him even a "genius of science" (or something along those lines!!). kusuke responds, saying that he is no genius. the real geniuses are those that can defy science itself (referring to kusuo)

i apologize :-( i don't really know where i'm going with this, to be honest. anytime i see a post mentioning kusuke and kusuo's relationship my mind goes to cain and abel 😭

you could even say something about kusuo and kusuke from the fact cain and abel both tend to god's creations but abel tends to the flock while cain, the crops.

^ something about kusuo's telepathy and, shenanigans aside, his life is simple in PK, in comparison to kusuke's assumingly busy? life in cambridge. its the similar school setting but the levels and blahhhhh. different

tl;dr the cain&abel -> kusuke&kusuo connection is there in my head but it wont......... i cant put it into proper words........

[aryomengrande]

i'll be going on a short vacation starting tomorrow up until march 11th so there might be delays in replies and i probably won't be able to work as much on the pending commissions. but i won't close the form, you can still send in requests, it just means i'll be working at a turtle's pace ⋆｡⋆｡° 𓆉*ੈ‧₊˚ ༘⋆ my posts will be queued from here on out !

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[papillionsoul]

PLAYFULLY, she pouts in deep contemplation as if Yuuki is still deliberating about what she might even want! As if she needed anything else when she was already literally sitting on the man that plagues her dreams.

Then the charade was over the moment she felt his tongue touch her ear. An ignition was started, and now Yuuki felt as if her brain had already melted. "W-WHA? umm..." She can't meet his gaze, her vain attempt to do so only resulted to sinking deeper to his lap. "um...I can't decide yet...I can't focus..."

that earned her a slightly louder chuckle, his fangs briefly being bared, " all you ever have to do is ask, yuuki, " hands slid onto either thigh, moving upward to her hips, kaname pulling her more flush against him, pressing his own kiss to her nose, carefully leaving a trail across her cheek, her jaw and to her neck, " you're very tempting like this, precious, " arms wrapped around her waist, keeping her body close to his own as he kissed up and down her neck, tongue licking her earlobe, his voice much lower as he whispered into her ear, " my precious yuuki, tell me what you want. "

[beeholyshit]

Finally feel happy with her team yay

[applesjuice]

Sorry if this has been asked before, but what is Akari's(Kieran) current team in the PLA au?

Akari's team for PLA au:

Hisuian Typhlosian, Alpha Hisuian Goodra, Lucario, Alpha Drapion, Manaphy, and Torterra

Others that aren't in the main fighting team that stick around are a Hisuian Zorua (that is their friend), a Hisuian Arcanine (they sleep in their fluff when camping out during expeditions) and the occasional rando from the pasture they are studying for the day.

Happy to finally have this in one place!

[quirrrky]

@saenora

𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 ✨️𝙋𝙀𝙍𝙁𝙀𝘾𝙏 𝙈𝘼𝙏𝘾𝙃✨️ 𝙞𝙨…

someone who will dote on you a lot. he's naturally very patient and nurturing though he's a little dense in romance.

he's a total prince charming in the flesh. he'll always look after you and speak softly around you. you'll melt 100% plus he's a gentleman too! idk perfect package babe. too good to be true but you got him

he admires that you're very caring to others and that makes him want to care for you more and do the things you can't do for yourself.

𝙋𝙍𝙀𝙎𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙂…

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