#idk what was going thru my head

[tokibuns]

feanger redraw from 4 years ago or sumn

[tiredrowlet]

downloaded flipaclip again and found this animation from middle school😭

[puppppppppy]

good morning sifloop nation

[skunkes]

[sometimesanequine]

[floorpancakes]

ok but im rly into the idea of till having a new era that brings the light back to his eyes and drives him forward if he gets to escape the arena. idk where he'd go from there but i want to see ivans sacrifice both haunt him and drive him to actually live his damn life after being the captured bird refusing freedom cause of mizi. once he knows she's alive with the resistance he might be able to actually experience other things and widen his world and if that happens and he puts his personal sense of rebellion towards the human cause OR settles into finding some other way to feel fulfilment that isn't a single person that could be deeply fascinating to me i think

[laz-262]

symas doodles but i make my style more simplified

[xxlady-lunaxx]

Hiii I really like your fics! They can be so cute and so angsty and I always enjoy reading them! <3

if possible, could you maybe write something for Gentan where Genya wakes up after a nightmare and panics and Tanjiro calms him down and then just holds him? I totally get it if you’re busy but if you’re willing to write this I’d be really grateful and excited to read it :)

HIIII ><!! soso happy you like my writing,, & i'll do my best w/ this!! thank u for giving me an excuse to write gentan

the butterfly mansion was quiet when genya woke up, but he barely noticed the silence, shooting up in his bed. the frame creaked with his movement and he flinched, a hand fisting the fabric of his shirt. his breath came short, and it took him a moment to realize he had absolutely no control of it anymore. at that thought, panic surged through him and his chest constricted, throat tightening. he tried desperately to gasp for air, eyes shutting tightly, but that proved to worsen it, allowing the darkness to be flooded with incoherent flashes of color. he vaguely registered sanemi's voice ringing in his ears, and then a hand on his back.

instantly, his body tensed, but he forced his eyes open, turning to look up. panting for air, it took him a moment to notice the boy who sat beside him on his cot. but when his gaze focused, he found himself relaxing involuntarily, blinking quickly.

"t- tanjiro?" he gasped, trembling slightly. the sheets moved and genya shuffled to the side. tanjiro opened his arms, encouraging him forward. genya hesitated, trying to steady his breathing. when neither of them moved, tanjiro sighed and let his arms drop. instead, he patted genya's shoulder.

"it's okay, genya," he assured him. likely grasping genya's difficulty in breathing, he held out his hands instead, visibly relieved when genya placed his own hands in the smaller boy's. tanjiro smiled gently, squeezing genya's hands lightly. "alright, can you try breathing deeply. watch me, okay? breathe in slowly when i do, and exhale with me."

genya didn't nod, but tanjiro went ahead, sucking in an almost comically long breath. nevertheless, genya followed. he imitated tanjiro in breathing out, and they began to create a pattern until genya was able to slump against the bunched up blanket.

he let his hands slip out of tanjiro's, eyes flicking away. now that he'd gotten ahold of himself—and his conscience wasn't as muddled anymore—his cheeks rose in heat. he must seem pathetic for letting something as insignificant as a nightmare get the better of him and his hard-worked for control. but he mumbled something of gratitude, deciding tanjiro deserved that at the very least.

"no worries," tanjiro assured him. "are you okay?"

"fine. i'm fine," genya muttered, tugging the blanket up. he considered something for a moment, before offering it to tanjiro.

tanjiro beamed, for some reason, and snuggled up against genya so they could both fit under the blanket.

"if you say you are, then i'll take your word for it. but if you want to talk about anything, or just sit here with me, i'm completely open!" tanjiro insisted, tilting his head up to gaze at genya with his wide, pomegranate eyes.

genya nodded slowly, humming. "can you... uh...?"

"mm?" tanjiro looked at him, full of curiosity.

"...stay here?" genya finished meekly. "for a bit. you can sleep here, if you're tired. or, uh. just go back. if you want."

tanjiro's smile grew much too wide, and he all but scooped genya up into a hug, ecstatic. "of course!" he said, then quickly hushed himself, shooting a look over to where inosuke and zenitsu were sleeping. once he was sure they hadn't woken, he continued, his voice softer now. "i'd love to stay here with you. in all honesty, it was hard to sleep for me. and i'm glad i could help genya in the process."

"you couldn't sleep?" genya asked, curious. in his inquiry, he forgot to pull away, instead sinking into the embrace. "why not?"

"oh! well, i had a dream or something that kept me up. i can't remember it anymore, but i was a little distressed," tanjiro said sheepishly, shrugging. "sometimes, i feel like it comes with being a demon slayer. or maybe its my brain telling me there's something i have to acknowledge so i can feel better, i think? it's hard to say. but, yes, i was just awake and then noticed you were, also."

"oh." genya inspected him for a moment. it was hard to tell tanjiro, ever the cheery boy, had recently awoken from some nightmare. "i hope it wasn't too bad."

"nope! i was able to calm down," tanjiro said, tightening the hug around genya. "but i do feel a bit better being with you. it's comforting, because i know you're so amazing and it feels like you could ward off any bad feelings."

"oh...?" genya cocked his head to the side, unsure what he should say to that. then he realized tanjiro was currently hugging his lungs out and wriggled out, batting tanjiro away. "you're... squeezing my life out."

tanjiro scooted back, eyes wide, lips forming the smallest of a frown. "oh, no, i'm sorry!" he said quickly. "i got distracted in being happy that you were letting me sit next to you—"

genya sighed, shifting on the bed to sit vertically. he ushered tanjiro over, encouraging him to sit beside him. "'s fine. you can stay here, as long as you don't strangle me again."

instantly, tanjiro perked up, an almost smug smile brightening his face as he closed his eyes, leaning against genya. "works for me," he decided. "you can hug me, though, if you wanna."

scrunching his nose up, genya shook his head. "no, thank you."

"..okay."

"okay."

genya sat patiently, eyes closed as he allowed his mind to calm. somewhere through the night, he realized tanjiro's body had begun to completely depend on genya to stay up, and that the boy had fallen asleep. against his own instincts, genya took tanjiro into his arms, patting him gently.

"...alright. take two on sleeping," he murmured to himself. "'night, tanjiro."

[tchaikovskaya]

🥴

[lemongogo]

[glassdemons]

how to relax every single muscle in the human body at once

[pepperpixel]

Some art of Tori from @misfitmccoward ‘s Naruto fic Plasticity! Because!! It’s such a good fucking fic…! I had to do fanart for it!! honestly after I first read it I was so fucking hype about it that I was almost like “omg.. I have to do an animatic or something for this. it’s SO GOOD” but. My ability to do animatics has kinda flushed down the drain recently ghghg- But! Still!! I had to at least draw some fanart for it…!

[puppppppppy]

axolotl

[sadsoftserve]

Take some old ass art, uhhhhhhh I took photos of my puter cuz I got lazy lmao

They're all mermaids btw 😭😭

[siofra-river]

Ok i feel like i don’t explain the valentine lore enough so here it is.

THE Valentine-056 post!

She was born on November 1st, 2510 (Age 50 as of the year halo infinite takes place) on the planet Jericho VII. She was kidnapped by ONI and placed into the Spartan 2 when she was 7. She’s 7’ft 2” (218.44 cm) outside the armor and 7’5” (226.06 cm) inside the armor.

She’s been in many battles, including the battle against the Insurrection group Freedom League who had set up resistance on her homeplanet, which at the time the visit was…bittersweet. During the fall of Reach, she was with the Red team splinter group Team Delta as they secured CASTLE base. She helped with Operation First Strike, after Master Chief returned to Reach to find any survivors. After that, she returned to Earth to help fight off the Covenant invasion. During the invasion of Earth she was sent to Sydney, Australia to help fight covenant forces and to keep important members of the UEG. She was almost sent to Africa, until they started glassing it. Post Covenant war, she is in charge of a Fireteam working with ONI sector 3 Beta-3 division and Delta-6 division to find and recover alien technologies and occasionally capture of eliminate important targets. Her team , Fireteam Vaquero consists of her, a Swords of Sanghelios member named Rusa ‘Sura, a Spartan IV named Oscar Meer, a Spartan III Gamma Named Esmeralda Miro, A pilot Named Lee Brady and his ship’s smart AI Frank (FRK-1259-4), and the teams medic & xenobiologist Anya Fung. While on a mission to recover old covenant technologies, she found a Huragok named Lingers Above, which has become an unofficial member of her team as well, refusing the leave her side for long when she’s not in a mission.

As she’s began the interact with more people outside of a very stressful war zone she’s realized how strange and unhealthy some of her upbringing was. Not the full extent of it all, but a degree of it. The reason why she wears all her piercings is as a small form of self representation and to help her form a bit of identity outside being a Spartan, she’s experimented with different piercings and haircuts before, including dyeing her hair which went gray early as a result of both stress and family genetics(she started going gray around 25). She is a gay man, and after the war had toyed around with the idea of a relationship, but unlimitedly decided herself too busy and too inexperienced, the only relationship she had was a short unnamed fling with Jorge-052, a few years before he died on reach, she still silently mourns for him.

While not a natural born leader, through the Spartan II training and Human-Covenant war she was taught how to assume that position. She has the outward disposition of a cool and collected head but be riled up somewhat easily compared to other Spartans. She’s very stubborn and has a strong will but has begrudgingly learned how to be flexible, no matter how much it may annoy her. A trait she has that sets her apart from the other Spartan II is the frequency in which she takes off her helmet and how much she talks, she uses that to help bond with her teammates. She doesn’t really care about how the people at ONI perceive her, but to the UNSC personnel she works with and alongside, she doesn’t want to be seen as just a large killing machine. The weapon she has the most interest in using during something like a wargame is the Gravity Hammer, but the weapon she ends up using the most is the DMR.

[milo-is-rambling]

I can’t even imagine living without anxiety. Like. How. What?