#i don't know wtf i'm doing

[youlocalidiotfrog]

Silly doodles I made in a math/history class. :'D

I have no idea when I was capable of drawing them in that way, but Alrighty then-

[yuwawawa]

Robin POV of what if Robin know PC since childhood, but the PC he know and the PC that we start playing is different in soul(?).

And there's the fact I'm lost not knowing which way to go the first time I play it. I just want to think a prompt how to hurt baby Robin, and I like childhood friend that not end well.

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"Here! Ring for our promise! With these we're always gonna be together!"

Isn't that what you said back then as you put the flower ring in my ring finger, and I put one in yours too?

Then Why…

Why are you talking to them with that sweet voice like that…?

Why are you smiling so lovingly like that to them?

Since when did that smile you always show only to me shifted to them?

Why-...

.oOo.

I still remember your smile back then

As I teach you how to make a flower crown for the first time

When the one you made still not strong enough to hold it shape

Until you can make it strong enough to hold its shape

And called my name happily because you finally did it

It was long ago

Many years before

We were small

I'm sure you have already made many since then

But why?

Why are you back to like you never did this before?

Weren't we making it daily when the flowers bloom for years?

And we also make some Pressed bookmarks and flower pouches with it too

There's supposedly some in your room that you display because you say that it's precious

But where has all of it gone?

Why do you look like you've never been here before?

The way to the park where we sell hot chocolate together in winter

If you turn left there's a beach where we sell lemonade

And then there's our school just straight from the park

The way to the forest

The way to the movie

Why…

Why do you look like you forget about it?

Who are you?

What are you doing with them?

Where do you hide them?

Why do you look like them?

How do you make everyone else think that you are them?

When are you gonna give them back?!

GO AWAY

GIVE THEM BACK NOW

DON'T USE THEIR BODY AS YOU LIKE

DON'T TAINT THEIR BODY LIKE THAT

WHY DO YOU MAKE EVERYONE ELSE DON'T NOTICE YOU TAKE OVER THEIR PLACE?

WHY IS IT ONLY ME THAT NOTICE IT?

WHY-...

Why only me…

It hurts…

my chest hurt…

If it's this hurt…

Please…

Please just make me not notice it too…

Please...

Just make me forget...

[drawingn]

Joel Smallishbeans canon appearance

[collophora]

"Let's fix this drawing" *redraw the whole thing*

[teddybeartoji]

it's not often you get to see a sleepy suguru.

it's not like he's not tired – he's fucking exhausted; the dreams just don't seem to like him all that much. but he's usually toughing it out, trying to seem as composed and put-together as possible. the dark skin underneath his eyes betray him, though.

so you don't really know why today is different. is he just more tired? have all of the sleepless hours caught up with him? or is it just you; could it be that your body is the most comfortable place to rest his heavy head? or is it your perfume that's soothing him to sleep?

or is it the fingers in his hair?

he doesn't really let others play with his hair too ofter either. satoru and shoko had been the only exceptions but that was before you came along. satoru uses his hair as a stim, something to play with when he's bored. suguru has taught him manners though – a few slaps against satoru's fingers and chest to remind him to be more careful. and shoko is just more likely to brush a strand from his eyes or help him tie them up in a half-assed bun whenever his own hands are full with whatever.

you like playing with hair, always have and always will. it's relaxing and it's fun and it's calming and you love it. when you first met suguru, his hair was the second thing you noticed about him (his keen purple eyes being the first). an irresistible itch burned in your fingertips everytime you saw him, everytime he wore his hair down. it just looked so pretty and soft.

he takes very good care of his hair, you know that much. specific shampoos and conditioners, masks and all – he's all in. and nobody bats an eye. not that they should but satoru definitely gets made fun of because of his stupidly expensive collection of figurines and shoko gets teased for her silly mug shelf – and yet, neither of them ever comment on the bottles and tubs of fancy products that lay on his bathroom counter.

his hair also smells good. the compliment always hangs on the tip of your tongue but stays hidden in fear of coming off too weird. too creepy. but he doesn smell good. even with closed eyes and ears and you'd find him in a crowd. you wonder whether he knows that.

as you grew closer and closer, the now scorching itch only doubled in need. you never did gather the strenght to outwardly ask him – if you could play with his hair? if you could caress it? comb through it? it was an accident.

a simple gloomy friday afternoon: you're both lazing on your couch, staring at the screen. it's funny – you find yourself muffling your already quiet bursts of laughter, suguru alongside you. he's sitting close by, closer than usual. you don't ask him about it.

he asked to come over; something-something about being sick of his own apartment. you understand that, so you tell him that your home is his home (you'd tell him that even if you didn't understand). you hear the faint smile when he thanks you over the phone.

even when he looks like he hasn't slept in months – he looks good. you can tell he's overexaggerating his smile a bit but don't say anything about it, rewarding him with a grin of your own. his eyes flick to your lips and how they curve and he thinks about how warm it feels to look at you. maybe he's not exaggerating anymore.

your arms open wide, inviting him into you and he obliges, as always. he smells good. as always.

his hands lock behind your back and your behind his neck. your hearts meet and they greet each other with a fastened beat, eager to be in sync – to feel each other again.

he pulls back and the corners of his eyes crinkle when he smiles. he's not doing it anymore and you're happy to relieve him even if it's for mere moments.

he's wearing a sweather and his hair is down. he has lip gloss on; you try to think whether he's more of a mint guy or more of a shea guy. it remains a mystery.

and now you're on the couch with two cups of warm tea waiting for you on the small table. he smells good. he's so close. he snickers at the screen and you can't take your eyes off of him. it's the same small crinkle of the eyes and the faintest pink tint on his cheeks.

you know he knows that you're looking at him. you've been told to have a staring problem and he's just an observant guy. it's a terrible match. or a perfect one.

he doesn't say anything though; instead he leans his head back and little to the side against the headrest (he's even closer now) and you find yourself shifting an inch aswell. perhaps magnets are involved? the iron in your blood pulling you together?

no, that can't be. you'd have to be polar opposites for that to work. warm-blooded and cold-blooded? would that work? you're getting too poetic and he's looking at you now.

it's an accident. it slips out on its own. you smell good. caught off guard by your own comment, you're about to apologize when a hand on your thigh almost makes you suffocate on the words stuck in your throat.

he laughs and it feels so good. he thanks you. he means it, you see it in his tired eyes. he likes the way you blush.

turning his focus back to the tv, you try to collect yourself. a deep breath in and a deep one out and a deep one in and a de—

a weight on your shoulder. he smells so good. he's so close. you peek down, curious as to whether this is a dream or not. but suguru's head is in fact laid on your body, sinking a bit more into you by the second. a deep breath in and a deep one out.

seeking for a more comfortable position, you snuggle closer to him. it's hard to focus but you're making it your sole mission to make him feel safe. your arm curls around his body, his shoulder, and rests right by a flock of his hair.

his cheek is now smushed against the top of your chest and the weight of love doesn't seem as bad as everyone keeps telling you. his hand finds a place around your waist; loosely – as if he's the one who's afraid to scare you off. silly.

his breath against you feels right and the butterflies in your stomach refuse to calm down. so you do what you always do when you get nervous – completely on their own, your fingers caress his hair. just smoothing over it at first but before you know it, they're combing through a strand and twirling the ends between themselves.

you wanna apologize, again, but the soft little grunt that emits from the man keeps you from doing so.

don't stop.

+ this is for @twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat just bc it feels right

[sunnymainecoon]

Been thinking 'bout Fresh lately

If you guys didn't notice I got high on crack through the middle of this

[gingerswagfreckles]

One of the most insane things is when gentiles say with their whole chest shit like "real Jews don't support Israel" and its like. Um. Just like in every community there are opinions on this that range from literally genocidal to dedicated peace activism but the one thing we can all agree on is that you, as a random gentile online, do not under any circumstances get to define who a "real Jew" is. Oh my god.

[peachblossomdrama]

Brokenhearted Tae x the Art Department Bonus:

[apnourry]

midweek crisis😍🥰😍

[eff-plays]

[badgerhuan]

WHAT DO YOU MEAN THEY REMOVED THE IMPLICATION THAT ITONOKOGIRI BOLTED DOWN THE BOOKCASE IN MITSURUGI'S OFFICE FOR HIM IN CASE OF EARTHQUAKES IN THE ENGLISH LOCALIZATION

[arctic-hands]

You ever be totally immersed in a story and then you come across a line about a subject and you realize you know more about this subject than the author and what the author wrote down was completely wrong and it's not even that the author didn't do research so much as the author didn't even think this was something that even needed to be researched? And it drives you absolute cuckoo bananas?

[jessiedressesup]

aftg au where andrew and aaron are supernatural creatures of some kind. werewolves, vampires, whatever. completely separate from neil and the moriyama's whole deal.

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

I am exhausted, good heavens.

[justskyla-art]

who up vasting they error rn !? !? (/J) (lazy ahh doodles)

[sketchy-mf]

How dare he randomely change his hairstyle out of nowhere? I'm the only one allowed to do that

(Writing it here too just in case, I'M JOKING)

Yes I'm a few days late, I forgot to post these 💀

📸 Mikke on ig (ofc)