#im so happy tvt

[kermit-ydafrog]

Kermity Da Frog: Excuse me what?

[monstermonger]

A few people asked me to compile my Elden Ring arts into a zine errr months ago .... I'M FINALLY DOING IT :")

Gonna get a proof printed at the local shop early next week... then I'll be binding the pages at home with thread. I'm excited >.<

[berryblu-arts]

i call this peice: the bane of my existence :D!

[xatsperesso]

Iruma is taken

Listen!!!

I am currently working on a bonus/alternate ending that is wayyyy happier than this!! This is your only warning!! I came into this seeking violence and boy did i get what i was asking for

Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Part 4/4

Part 1 part 2 part 3

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He just

Left

He left him here, all alone with demons that wanted to hurt me. Walked behind Kirio without giving even sparing me a second glance.

No, no. Kalego-sensei isn't like that. He can't be like that.

My head hurts so much. Everything feels too hot, too dry.

I close my eyes, wishing for this feeling to just go away

Sleep carries me away from all the pain, numbing my headache to a dull pounding. 

Kalego-sensei isn't like that. He's a Good one. He isn’t like that

–

Something is touching my hand. It’s moving my hand, waving it in the air.

I snapped my eye open and forced down the growl that wanted to escape.

Kirio was all-too-happily waving my hand in the air.

There’s a seal on my hand. (He feels warm. So uncomfortably warm, but he ignores the feeling)

Kalego-sensei appeared, and immediately checked me over, fussing and prodding, keeping note of my reaction to anything, everything. Every wince, every uncomfortable move, he was keeping note of it all, trying to know whether I got hurt anywhere (and the familiarity of the movements from whenever opera checks me over is, oddly comforting)

His chest suddenly feels lighter, relief flooding him as he sees that Kalego still cares. He wont just leave me behind. It was just a dream-

Ahem

Kirio cleared his throat, and Kalego froze. He looked contemplating, then regretful. I stomp down on the unease building up inside my chest because he’s kalego-sensei. He won’t just-

Kalego’s body started flying higher, getting away from him, before turning and moving towards Kirio. And just like his memory, Kalego left the room without looking back once.

Oh

And he’s once again alone with the doctor.

But he did look regretful! He didn’t leave until Kirio told him to-

"Well, now that they're finally that they're gone, let’s do some fun experiments!" Blood runs cold in my veins. I can feel my heart stop beating, remembering the last experiment. How it went,how it left me.

"Say, iruma, I've been wondering,” his hand moves to hold a device, his face full of glee as he points it at iruma 

Kalego-sensei,

“at what electric voltage do humans pass out?"

Please don’t leave me behind.

--

It wasn’t a one-time thing. He really hoped it was a one-time thing.

But, but he knows Kalego isn’t leaving him behind. They’re forcing him to leave. They’re forcing him to do something beyond that door.

He just doesn’t know what. He knows that Kalego is doing it against his will. He knows that Kalego doesn’t come back once he’s out of the room, so probably he keeps doing whatever they tell him to do until he turns back, and for some reason, they only summon him when Iruma’s asleep. Never when he’s awake (And he always wakes up feeling so hot, and when Kalego returns, when the ritual is broken, Iruma’s left feeling so so cold)

Today the doctor isn’t here when Kalego leaves, so Iruma left here alone with his thoughts. Wonders of what Kalego might be doing, and what he might be feeling (and if there’s a way to make him stop obeying them)

Eventually, the doctor comes, and apologizes for being a little late for their usual “science time” (he says a little late, like he was late ten minutes. It felt like he was waiting for hours)

He suddenly moves to iruma, curiosity and excitement painting his features. They always are, doesn’t matter whether scream of pain fill the room or his crisp white coat is painted in blood. He’s always smiling. Always curious.

He suddenly grabs Iruma’s arm, binds moving for the first time since his capture. A whimper of pain escapes his lips, and he tenses, unsure of what thing the doctor wants to test now (Balam-sensei’s tests were never like this. He misses Balam-sensei so much)

“How long does it take for a human bone to heal?" 

wha-?

Crack 

Nothing could have prepared him for this. Hot searing pain suddenly coursing through his body as his throat feels raw from the scream that was ripped from him.

"And different bones take different times for demons to heal back. Does yours too?" He tilts his head, feigning innocent curiosity. Iruma wants to throw up.

Crack

--

Something is wrong. Something is Very wrong.

Everything is falling apart.

It’s been two months, two devidamn months, and they still dont have the tiniest hint of Iruma’s location! Nothing works, not when he looks around that damned mansion to look for unique markings, not when they use tracking magic on Kalego before he gets summoned, not when they try to get the help of the other crowns (Baal always has a convincing reason for why they cant help them save their kid) He cant even stay with the kid for two damned minutes before they get impateint! Nothing is going according to plan.

And everytime he sees the kid, everytime he sees Iruma he has more bandages on him. At this point there’s more bandages than skin. The last time he waws summoned, his bones were fucking broken! They’re not even torturing him, they’re just tormenting him for the heck of it!

And when he confronted the assholes keeping his kid in this shithole, that this was not part of their deal, he’s only met with threats. To just shut up and continue working. Continue attacking enter place here. (deep in Kalego’s mind, he’s grateful they’ve yet to make him attack the school, or devil forbid, his students)

--

Nothing is healing properly

Everything hurt hurt h u r t s so much

Kalego doesn’t look at him, he's always out the door behind kirio

He knows they're using him. He never leaves until they signal him to (like he's some kind of pet for them to use). Every time he sees him, Kalego looks more and more distraught. He looks so tired. 

He doesn’t want his sensei to be like that. To look like that. He wants the haunted look in his eyes to go away.

Maybe, maybe sensei will leave him if he told him. Maybe it's time. Maybe he should stop hanging on to selfish, childish hope. 

He doesn’t want to hurt him more

–

"I've noticed you've been feeling distressed without your master~" he watches his reaction intently, excitement on his face as he waits for whatever reaction he expects Kalego to have. Kalego maintains his glare, refusing to react to his words (and ignoring the fear that floods his veins because dammit, why is he mentioning his kid?)

A moment went by, and Kirio's exaggerated pout at Kalego's lack of expression finally came, and with a sigh, he finally continued his sentence 

"And since we don't really have a use for you today, we're allowing you to stay by your master's side today" 

At first, it felt like a blessing, but now looking at the kid in front of him, he almost wishes he wasn't summoned that day.

In front of him, iruma is sitting with no bandages in sight, giving kalego full view of the horrors that hid from him

Deformed bonds, burn scars, and a chunk of flesh missing near his neck

Why?

Why him? Why his kid?

"What happened?" He whispered, the look in Iruma's eyes hurt to see.

He looks so defeated. He looks so tired.

He looks like he accepts it.

"Kirio wanted to know what I'd taste like" what? This-this makes no sense, why-?

"Sensei," something in his voice tore Kalego’s eyes from the violent wound and forced him to look into his kid's eyes. And for the first time since they were dragged into this hell, Iruma’s eyes shined with determination. It almost comforted kalego, almost gave him hope that he isn’t too late-

"I'm a human"

Oh

Oh. Oh no.

No nono this can't be, he cant have left him there, failed him for months at the hands of-fuck

He needs to fix this, he needs to help him, he needs to get him out of there right now

He's getting his kid out of there now, no. matter. what.

--

This shouldn't have happened. Kalego was supposed to not care or feel betrayed or anything

He shouldn’t have said anything. He should’ve stayed quiet. He shouldn’t have told, have burdened him with this knowledge 

He should’ve found another way to die, to free his dad

The bond is broken. He will never be able to form it again.

He refuses to let go of kalego. Baal is coming, throwing words that almost sound taunting. He can't hear a thing. Baal is almost before him. if he looks up,he'll see the spear he's holding. The same spear that pierced through Kalego’s heart.

He refuses to let go of him. He refuses to let go of kalego (he ignores the warm blood that paints him, the non-existent bond that no longer connects them, the blank, hollow eyes that no matter what he does will never look at him again)

Tears fall onto kalego, iruma pulls him closer. Something fast, strong, dangerous soars to Iruma.

Iruma never let go.

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Welp, this took longer than i expected. I hope this is what me from 4 months ago envisioned, cause at this point i dont remember what brought me here.

Uhh stay tuned for the bonus that is hopefully better than this and will hopefully post soon

[sraksha]

idk if I’ve said this before, but I absolutely adore your art style. It’s so cute and pleasant and soft and fochswoeifo I can’t put into words but it’s like cotton candy and pleasant smells and just warm fuzzy happiness bundled together ❤️

asdfhghk thank youuu!!

People comparing my art to sugary sweet things makes my brain go brrr, but it also awakens my sweet tooth and now im craving candy 😂

[0rchidm4ntis]

silver bday art finally done and queued up \o/ my wrist hurts so bad lol

[kondoram]

I don't CARE how long ago you posted that "you wish flanker was still by your side" post but MAN FUCK YOU FOR THAT ONE /j alright like I knew i was down bad but BROOOOOOOOOOOO

jesus christ. Hope you're glad for the emotions you've made me have about this.

me reading this ask:

[allovertheplace-writing]

I GOT KAFKA WOOO

[softmeetscreatureplz]

I am so very unwell about physical affection. Also I want more of it. :<

[visceral-reject]

I know it didn’t win the poll but I humbly ask you to write that RZ! Micheal Myers size kink fanfiction whenever you have the time and if you are feeling up to it🙏

{this is so late and I sincerely apologize TvT}

Sedatives

Tags: Dub-Con, Size Kink, Rough Sex, Choking, Manhandling, Reader is mentions to be a nurse some time ago, blood, knives, overstimulation, Michael is a warning himself. a/: this will most likely be one out of 2 parts anon im so sorry TvT

Sweet thing you were, you’d give the shirt off your own back if someone in need called for it, so giving and so trusting to even the most hardened criminals. It was a wonder how someone like you graced the halls of Smith’s Grove Sanitarium. You, a star-eyed nurse fresh from medical school. The scum and slime that riddled the halls of the hellish “sanctuary” you’d been accepted into. You skip down the halls with your checklist and medicine cart in tow. You were kind. You were happy. You’d given patients who’d hadn’t seen the sun in years the same kindness as one would give to an old friend. But you favored one more than the others.

Michael fucking Myers.

Silent halls.

Odd shadows.

Creaking wheels.

The usual ambiance of Smith’s Grove had finally settled within your nerves after a long long few months. You, with your now worn in uniform, counted the rooms with an intent gaze. On the left, even numbers, and parallel to them were odds. Though it was a weird concept, there was a reason. Those on the left, the doctors deemed ‘safe’ and had the possibility of rehabilitation.

Inmates that resided on the right wing however, well you didn’t quite know if you’re being honest, you weren’t allowed to even breath the wing’s direction yet. But one digresses. Your low heels made a blunt click click click upon the cold floors as you neared your station, medicine cart in tow. Your manicured hand reached for your ID, ringing yourself in as the loud pang alerted you of the unlocked status of the door, which was shoved open by your hip as you passed a polite nod to security. Your trek was cut short however, your overseer tugging you aside with a rather harsh hand.

“ You’re the medicine girl right?”

medicine girl…right. Giving a curt nod he sighed, his breath reeking of cheap coffee and some kind of alcohol. His orders were short, clipped and rather rude. Though the next words he uttered left your mouth gaping like a fish out of water.

“ You’re doing both wards. Kirsten…had an incident. “

Fucking hell.

So now, here you were, approaching your last patient for the night. With security stalking behind you with scowls as they glared at patients through the tiny windows. You gulps, it was never patients that scared you, no. It was the sleazes that worked outside the cells. Their wolffish stares and ugly grins. You shook your head, you were approaching Michael’s cell.

You didn’t know much about him, only whispers of the monster, the brute that killed most of his family. A grade A killer, someone that should be locked away from society if not for Mr. Loomis’s need to study him like some kind of bug. But, you being you, wouldn’t let that stop you from being kind. That’s what irked you most about people here, these patients were still human at the end of the day. They still bled, they still died, they had interests and dislikes and personalities. You sighed, eying the dainty wrist watch. ‘ Just an hour and a half..’ you thought as some scum of a man unlocked the heavy metal door. Eying you as you motioned him to move aside.

“ Careful, he hasn’t seen such a young thing like you in a while…might finally remember he’s got a cock. “ the guard, who’s tag read Pierson, chuckled, elbowing his colleague. You could feel their gaze raking across your body, internally you gagged. Lurching forward was a far easier than you wanted to admit, medicines and needles clattering at the motion as the door slammed behind you, leaving you to jump.

Michael’s room was…interesting looking at it.

Buzzing overhead lights gave some relief as you tended to your cart, organizing the arrangement of pills and sedatives in their respective cup to serve to the inmate, who’s back was turned to you, fiddling with another mask that would surely find its way with the rest that perched upon the greening walls. Finally, you found the correct assortment. Smiling to yourself, you turned to face the mountain of a man.

“ Alright Mr.Myers, here’s your dailies! Dr. Loomis upped your sedatives so if you feel a bit off thats the cause! “ you chirped, leaving the cup a bit of a distance. Like you’d heard from the other nurses, Michael gave no indication of acknowledgment, hands stained with the glue-water mixture. The masks on the wall drew your attention, though you didn’t dare raise a hand to touch the precious things, knowing how it felt to have your art defiled by ignorant hands. “ You have a lovely night Mr. Myers! The mask are gorgeous as well! Truly a work of art. “ you smiled, warmth radiating from your aura.

Oh sweet thing. What have you done?

[raisomething]

WEEEEE IM SO HAPPY THERE IS NOW A SEASON TWO OF TBHK ANIME TVT

I drew a hanako doodle from happiness 💃

(Let's ignore how the recent chapters went..)

Also since the three clock keepers arc is gonna be animated—

I'm gonna cosplay as a waterfall when this scene gets animated TOT

[kaq3yma]

𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 ft sakura haruka

syn: in which you spend a day in his home, taking care of your sick-boyfriend.

⸻ contains: very slight hurt to comfort.

qeena's brief note: can you tell? that im really bad with synopsis TvT i need to improve everything including my synopsis so help me huweeeeee and YESSSS i change my gifs lol idk why i did this but hm i think i'll change it back if i prefer the old ones ৻( •̀ ᗜ •́ ৻) BEHSBSKSHSJS ANYWAY.... this time, a good ole fic for my koochie koo baby sakura haruka 👅 that's all everyone, thank you, i love you, reblogs and comments are very much appreciated and happy reading xoxo 🩷💚

"He's a monster." Sakura was used to this, getting picked on, belittled, and criticised for something he didn't ask to born with. Well, at least he thought he was used to this but no, because if so, why does this stinging pain aching inside his heart hurt so much? The pain was a heavy weight on his shoulder making it impossible for him to stand up straight. He keep on looking down, not bothered to look up, even if he didn't, he's sure all eyes on him, on his weird hair.

"̸͉̭̎̇Ḩ̸̡̙̜̞̱͎̘̻́̃̔̓͐͂͑̑͘͠ế̴͇̽͆͊͑͑̈́͠'̸͕͇͍̺̗̭̱̠̘̬̀̋̂̅̚͝ş̷̜̹̺̜̀̋̒͊͘͝ ̶̬͉͎̮̯̩̿̀a̶̟̹̰̩̘͋̄͆͑͋̈́̅̕̚ ̴̨̦̖̗̦̓̃̔͐̀́́̆̒f̵̡̢̛͇͕̮̤̳̱͌̊̚͜ŗ̶̢̪̠͉̳͕͔͍̾͌͊̊̉̈́̓͘ḙ̶̢̡͖̯͈͇̹͖̇ͅą̵̨̫̠̳̮̞͈̀́͑̌͐͒͂̍͗̑k̷̹̟̫̗̐̊́́͗̋̈́̈͂̍.̵̧̧̩̖͚̟̋̈͐̉̾̉͜ͅ"̴̟̽́̈́̿̉̌̓̒̔͠

̷̴̡̡̨̘̝͈͉̦̼̳͎͎͇̣̑̂̂͆̃̃̈̉̌̔͠"̷̧͗̂͋̑̔̎G̴̡̫̪̣̳͙̘̫͔̈͛̆̐͘ó̴̲̇̽̓́̾͐͠͝ ̵̐̔��̧̪͙̝̣̰̘͉̪̦̽̿̒̉̈́̓̚a̵̞̝͍̮̬͙̗̿̓͋̅͐̈̋̽̌ẅ̶̤̠̱́̓̏̇͛̄̇͘ͅa̷̯̻̥̰̯̍̃͋̓̏̃̋ÿ̵̩ ̸̜̏̅́̽̓̈̈̈́͘͠m̴̻͚̉̓̽͆̾ǫ̴̛̘̇́̑̂͜n̶̻̤̖̞̯̗͎̣̺͒͂̂̑̽̑͝ś̵̥̹̮͎̫̜̣̈́̆̒͘t̶̥͈̩́̎̈́̍̿͋̀̆̕͝e̸̡̢̪̎̿r̴̨̯͈͖͎̻̦̃͋̂̾̃̃̀͘͠,̷̫̳̭̄̄̀ ̷̻̹̖̟͉͎͔͛̚ļ̵̟̯̱̜͙̜̹͈̽̂͋̓e̴̦̻̳͂͐̒̈́̄̉͘a̵̻̙͓͙̐̓̿͛̎͋̽̓͝ͅv̴̩̜̠̅͆́̑̊̏͑́͘e̶̦̫̻̞̦͖̩͈͖̎͛̇͒̀̄̀̿ͅ ̸̢̛͓̼̣̻s̶͖̙͈͐̽̐̎͆̚c̸̩̱̠̝̤̣̻̿̈̂ḩ̵̧̧̥̯́̔͌̾̕ͅo̴̟̘̻̫̟̰̪̹̬̊̀͆͂̄́͒̓͠͝o̴̞̩͌̕͜l̸̖̝̹̤̮̮̋̄̍͌̚!̸̰̻́"̴͇̩̟̗͖̭͓͓̅̿͋͆̄͆̆̑͜͜͝

̷̸̗̥̜͎̖̹̝̬̔̿̃͐̔̏͑̎̑͑́̐̍̚̕͝"̵̨̢̯̠͉͉͚̳̖͍̎̿̋̓͆̽̈͠Y̵̧͇̳̤͙̗̪͚͍͓̅̀͘o̵̫̫̊͐ų̸̡̮̹̣̮̱̔̇̓͘ͅ'̸̳̻͍́̆̉͌̉̒̕̕ȓ̸̡̢̰̰̭̫̗̐̽͜e̶̹̥͒͌̌́̾̿̓͋͝ ̴̼̝̈́̌̽̂́́͠ṃ̶̩̖̲͓̊̿̃ã̴̱͇͈̠̲̖̣ķ̴̡̼̜̘̞̘̤̎̎̿̾͂̆̀̈́̌į̴̢̡͍̦̭̜̰̮͌̈́͆͐͌̿̿̔̾͜͝n̴̡̧̩̼̖̣̣̚͜͠g̵̛̮͓͈̯̪̞̍̿͒̆͆͜͝ͅ ̷̧͓̮͔͙̗̈͝p̸̐̾̀̾͋̃̓͐͜é̵̥̞̦̞̒̔̅ͅo̴̤̯̮͚̝̝̦̦͉̳̊̓̆͆͝p̶̧͖̫͍̥̹̊͒́̋̃l̵̡͚͚̘̥͈̜̭̒́e̷̢̦̻̒͂͝ ̷̦̣̪̖̍͑̅̅̃̚͘u̵̞̣͈̲̭̗͛̏̑n̴͙͇̪̩̥̻̙̜͆̋̔͂̓̈̒̕ͅͅc̷̛̤̪̯̠̻̔͂͂̊͘͘o̴̙̘̦͇̘̞͗̎̂͆̽̕͜͠͝ṃ̴̣̟̘̣͓͛͂̓͆͠f̵̡̝̖̬͖̟̣̼̻̈́̓̕o̶̡̩̣̙̟̬̤͇͈̽͊̒͂̑͐̑͜͝r̸̡̺̲̼̬̻̰̹̹̬̊̿̉̾͊̍̽͠t̶̲͒̑͝a̶̧̛͙̾̇̐̈́͝͝b̴̧̪̳̔̈̉̐͗͋͠͝͠ĺ̴̡̨͚̳̂̍̈́́̏͒̋ḙ̶̪̮̗͕̺̻͋̈́̿̾̕͝ͅ,̵̨̯̒́͌̽́͊̋ ̸̝̂͂͒̆̚͝Ṡ̶̥͈͔̺͈̎̐͒́a̷̡̰̤̪͚̟͇͇̟̍́͒͊̇̚͘͝ͅk̴̛̙̭̙̳͍͕̺̋́̃͛u̶̺̔̽̀̍̇̇̑͝r̴̢̢̭͖̗̝̣̳̬͛̓̉͛ą̶̢̛̯̖͎̙͕̹͆̓̂̒̃̚

"̴̢̛̋̀̇L̴̺̚ḝ̵͔͔͋̓̍͐͜ͅȁ̶̧̘̜͍̯̖̼̪̟̀͐̇̅̏̿̎̉v̶̧̟̻̭̙̭̬̜̺͕̓̃̀͝͠ę̴̫̙̰͇̦̱̝̯̀͑́̄͘͝ͅ ̴̧̛̛̙̺͎͈̄o̷̤̒̈͠u̸̧̫̥̲͕͊͌͂̌͌͊̚̕͠r̸̨͉̪̩̲̙͉̞̂̽͜͝ ̸̨̪̹͎͚̩͉̹͂̄̔͛̍̈̽̍͘͜t̷̘̯̟͙̰̗͇̩̃̂́͛ơ̷̲͋̃̃̆̓w̴̢͔͍͙̩̜̹͓̪̆̏̋̋̅͆n̵̝̯͊͊͝,̵̜͈̭͍̳̖̾̐ ̸̼̠̬͎͈̩̻̓̆̔͐̌͋m̴̛̪̬̲̙͓̪̝̃̾̓̅̄͘͘o̸̠̪͚̫̤̺̬̿̈́n̶̢̹̹͓̞͓͊͋̉͋̾s̸̡̼͚̣̫͎̘͓͋̂̎͛̓̌̓t̴̛̘͙͓̝̦͈͙̪̣͗͒̉̆̅̽͗͝é̸̳̲͔̹̤̳͈͛̆̈̋͜͠͠ṙ̶̡̙̜͔̬͉͎̦͑́́̐̀̂̀͊!̴͈̘̻̹̮̱̘͎̺̾͗́̒̌̍̾̄̓͠"̸̧̯̩̮̠̬́̃̆́̿̏

The words plague in his mind was like a swarm of dark thoughts, multiplying and buzzing in his head, infecting every thought and feeling, turning the world into a twisted and distorted version of reality. He tries to bring his feet further from them but he can't. His feet brought to a sudden halt, he try to run, to pace away from them but he's unable to. Alas, his knees buckle beneath him and he fell down. He's in a void, pitched-black and mute. He can't make out any sound and it's suffocating.

He tries to get up, in search of light, but he fall back down. Terrified, he close his eyes and uncharacteristically, he feel tears prickling beneath his sockets "Help..." He muttered, planting his face down to himself.

"...Ru, Haru." He stir awake, heavy pants in between his rapid exhales and inhales. He look around the room, relieved to realized that it was all a dream. Turning his head down from looking at the leaked ceiling, he saw you, sitting beside him with food and basin with cloth. That's right, he's sick...

You put both the basin and the food down, settling them beside him and sat down in front of him "Are you alright? Are you having a bad dream." The dual-colored hair male turn away, face flushed in embarrassment "As if, bad dreams are childish." You chortle lightly at his remark, knowing it was nothing but a prideful bluff.

"I got you food, would you like to eat it?" Sakura is never one to be comfortable with 'help'. He thought it'd be an absolute burden for a person to take care of someone but after meeting you, he had learnt how to lean onto people, to find solace, especially in you.

He let you place the plate of food on his covered lap, getting him a clean set of utensil and a can of drink "I also got you medicine, make sure you take them, alright?" He kept a poker face but he internally freak out. Why does he have to consume medications? Won't he be just fine with sleeping and enough food to eat? He would never consume it-

"Open your mouth, Haru. It's just one pill." He purse his lips tight, sealing them so you cannot put the pill inside his cavern "Never-" You pop the pill and you watch him pace around the room, acting like he's choked. He grab his drink and drank everything in a go.

"Are you trying to get me kill?!" His eyes widen, bed hair sprung out and face red in humiliation. You stare at him, eyes wide and mouth gape "You're funny!" You laughs, and he can't help but blush even harder. Be glad he's wearing a shirt or else you can see his frustration down his neck to his upper back.

The situation died down after a few moments, Somehow, Sakura managed to cool down his flustered face before taking his place back under his futon to lie down and rest. All whilst you're sitting beside him, accompanying him throughout the day.

"You're still hot so I'm gonna need to put wet cloth on your head." He agreed to it, reluctantly, still a bit skeptical for some reason. But he closes his eyes, letting you take care of him as you please until he feel cold water dripping down to his hair.

He jerk up, body shuddering like a startled cat "Hey, what are you doing?!" He hissed, running his hand through his hair aggressively to get the water access out "That will help subside the cold, Haru!" You pull him down, forcing him to lie down while you wet his hair "Just, stay still." You fold the wet cloth after dipping it inside the lukewarm contained basin and drape it over his head "Done." He opens one eye, squint in to look at you.

You look down, eyes meeting with his yellow and blue grey-like irises. You didn't say anything, just simply staring at him and he can feel his eyes soften beneath your overwhelming gazes "T-Thanks..." He finally said, look away to avoid your eyes.

"I'm always here, Haru." Your hand clasp with him at that moment and he tensed up, startled by your sudden affection but not that he mind, he close his eyes, quietly hoping this time he'd dream of you instead.

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓 is open. all rights reserved goes to @kaq3yma on tumblr.

[hermitcrabstar]

Hehehe, thank you so much! I shall stare into his big ol blue eyes for inspiration >:3

Show me some cute Meta Knight pictures, I'm going to be on the road for a while

[heartsforyume]

𝙍𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙪 𝙭 𝙁𝙚𝙢!𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙃𝘾𝙨 pt1.

first time in a long time doing rindou, im not used to making hcs for this man since i see the haitani brothers as quite sadistic..? but please, enjoy.

IMPORTANT MESSAGE!: this is mostly sfw. nsfw will be put on pt2.

this is short for the sole purpose of being a teaser for pt2

𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙖��𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚𝙨:

-I think of rindou as someone who would prefer having a partner who's quite innocent . a prey and victim type of relationship.

-He definitely feels special when you notice little things about him(he tries to hide the fact hes flustered.)

-if your the type of person who apologizes first after a quarrel, he'll be all cocky and say things like "i told you, why didint you listen to me?" ..he WILL feel guilty afterwards and "apologize" for his behavior.

-he loves it when your all bubbly and happy towards him after he comes home from work

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𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮.:

-dont ask, he definitely prefers boobs over ass.

-he loves holding your thigh while driving..(now that i think of it..he loves holding your thigh whenever he gets)

-he'll always back hug you closely when your cooking and whisper sweet nothings in your ear.

-he loves laying his head on your thighs. picture this.. "you were laying down on your bed , peacefully scrolling away at instagram. rindou walks in your room, basically begging for attention with how his eyes looked at you you smiled softly and chuckled, "begging for attention?" you say in a sweet playful tone rindou answers as he crawled on your bed laying his head on your thigh "dont be so full of yourself."

-while watching movies he'll always snuggle you close to him.

-when having sex, he'll always kiss your stomach all the way to your inner thigh

-he'll always leave hickeys everywhere on your body, thighs , neck , collarbone etc.

-he'll kiss the parts that he loves.. (basically all over your body.)

this is a teaser guyzzz dont hate me for making it short, pt2 will be long asf TvT

[foxxology]

I HAVE FINISHED ALL THE LINEART FOR IT SPREADS

CAN I PLEASE GET A HELL YEAH

I can finally work on finishing Chapter 8 and getting that out to you guys TvT im so happy

[yourloveaton]

How and why are you so cool??? TvT you have such good skills in character design, not to even mention art in general

AWW THANK YOUU!! 💖💖 REALLY?? I dont even know what I’m doing when Im designing any character tbh HAHAHA So im happy to know at least im good for u !!!

Lemme show u smth in return: These first two are my first sketches of Trickster, in which was just a simple doodle that I made at 3 am after remembering some ideas that I had when I was younger and was very into undertale hahahhaa

This magma drawing solidified Trickster’s base design before I made another changes to him again hehehe

What I’m trying to say is, always listen to your ideas and try them out!! Whether it’s a scenario you imagined or smth you want to see on your character etc. Just do it ehehhee That’s what I did I think I tweaked out (the brainrot and the hyperfixation took big part of this) and Trickster was… born…. somehow… haha… I didn’t expect him to be this known by this many ppl hahhajsjskd I thought Trickster was a little bit embarrassing too NGL HAHAHAHHAHAHAA for me at least !! So er… embrace ur cringe?? Ur ideas??? YEAHHHHH