#im thinking things 🤔

[dkettchen]

she would've told them unlike her canon! version who decided not to be an ally smh

[dykepaldi]

twissy in da 80s i think i hauve covid

[hayaku14]

asking the kaishin community for help because im fuzzy with food related canon details and my brain is in dire need of a general (unserious lol) consensus so i can finally have kaishin hot ones interview brainrot, thank you!!!

[aurorangen]

Knowing Leif Pollock, the famous artist, was here, Nancy could not miss the opportunity to serve her esteemed guest. "Hello hello!!! It's an honour to have you dine with us again Leif and Daphne! And your wonderful guests today," Nancy beamed at everyone and then made introductions with her new visitors.

Soon after, the table was making amiable chatter with the head chef, with Bryce in particular, relishing his surrounding atmosphere. "This place is beautiful chef! How long have you been running the restaurant?"

"Thank you so much! Oh not long actually, it's only been a month," Nancy recalled. "My fiancé's parents recently retired and have passed down the restaurant to us. We had plans to locate in Tartosa and start a business there, but we decided to stay here. To continue our legacy."

Nancy looked around the dining area, enthralled by yet another magical evening due to her supervision. Castillons was where she embarked on her journey as a professional chef after graduating from culinary school. And now she is its proud owner along with her love, Hugo. "It's my dream come true to own a restaurant…and this place, it's quite special to me."

After recommending some specialties for dessert, Nancy wished the party a pleasant night and returned to the kitchen.

Note: IT'S NANCY'S RESTAURANT!! 🤭 Did you see this coming? I thought it would be a clue to say Bistro here, which you could link to Hugo as he is French. The lore is that Castillons is a bistro (first opened by Hugo's grandfather) turned restaurant by his parents! But this post was the first thing I thought of once completing the backstory (we got there in the end). I was like I need to introduce Nancy's restaurant in some way and what better opportunity than this ☺️ It was Nancy's dream to open/run a restaurant, so I wanted to make this a special place by building it myself. It took a while because I hadn't done the interior and lately, I keep on having a lack of motivation. I have so many ideas, just no mood or inspo to play. (I kept forcing myself to make the post or scroll simblr but it always tired me out, making me unproductive. But I gave it time and inspo came itself.)

[wikiangela]

it's so... interesting how a canonically very sexual character, who was fired from his job in episode 1x01 for stealing the fire truck to have sex on a roof and has sex in said fire truck in that same episode, who was a self-diagnosed sex addict, and is canonically implied to use cock rings, and who we've seen have more sex than any other character (i think?) over the whole show (his relationship with taylor started with them just casually hooking up if y'all don't remember), comes out as bi, flirts with his boyfriend about daddy issues, and his boyfriend just matches the energy, and suddenly it's inappropriate and gross, and fetishizing and whatever other bullshit ive been seeing

hm, wonder why 🤔

also, for anyone going on about how it was a vulnerable emotional moment for buck - it was that for Tommy too, or did you miss him talking about his dad and gerrard, and how both of them used humor to lighten the mood?

[myokk]

before it felt like a sin, ch. 1

pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!MC

word count: 3000

summary: Eloise never wanted to be different.

And yet, her differences are what have defined her life up until this point: growing up as a squib in one of the most prominent wizarding families, being exiled to muggle society, and then attending Hogwarts at the age of sixteen.

She finds herself thrust into the life she should have been prepared for from birth but was denied. As she navigates this new life and her new precarious position in her family, she must come to terms with the fact that maybe what she dreamed of her whole life isn't turning out how she ever expected it would.

a/n: Hi everyone!! I decided to post this here too...I'm slowly going through everything I've written so far, and I want to post each chapter here as I edit them. I'm hoping that this can be a way to a) get back in to writing more, and b) get better at my art as I make full illustrations for each chapter. Let me know what you think!! :)

There is nothing quite as horrible as being a muggle, Eloise thought savagely as she ripped out yet another stitch in the landscape she was embroidering. At least, it was supposed to be a landscape. Maybe with her head tilted to the left and with her eyes almost closed so everything blurred together, it might resemble one. She did just that, trying her hardest to make out some recognizable shape and blast the stupid practice of manually pushing colored thread through a fabric in some sort of -

“And what is this, Miss Babbit?”

Eloise jumped at the sound and looked up at the scowling face of her teacher, and then quickly back down at the tangled thread in her lap. Behind her, she could hear the hushed giggles of the other girls in her class.

“Oh! Er…it’s -”

“How long have you been here?” the woman interrupted.

“One hour…I just -”

“Don’t be smart with me. I mean, at this institute.”

“Five years.” Eloise glared down at her embroidery as if it had personally offended her. It wasn’t like she was actively trying to be bad at everything, but she had the distinct disadvantage - how had it ever come to be that she would be at a disadvantage to muggles? - of not having spent a lifetime being prepared for muggle society and all that it entailed. The last five years had been a monotonous, endless cycle of lessons designed to turn her into the perfect lady: French (a waste of time as Eloise was already fluent), embroidery (a waste of time as the things she embroidered weren’t actually useful), dancing (a waste of time as she was already engaged to be married - why would she bother trying to woo another silly man?), and her most dreaded class of all: etiquette. No matter how many years had been spent trying to assimilate into muggle culture, her thoughts still got muddled when she tried to remember the steps to a dance, or how to properly address the son of a duke.

Did it really matter, anyways, what the other girls thought? She had pretended her whole life to be the daughter she thought her parents had wanted - now she was simply pretending that she hadn’t been thrown into the muggle world without a second thought. What was a bit more pretending - that she didn’t care? That she hadn’t been tossed aside without a second thought?

“Exactly. Five years. And yet, you have shown no progress whatsoever. This -” a finger jabbed accusingly at the embroidery - “is absolutely horrendous. If your parents hadn’t continued to make such a sizeable donation every year, I would have deemed you a lost cause and sent you packing when you first arrived. How your family ever managed your betrothal to the son of an earl is beyond me.”

Eloise grimaced at the mention of her fiance as her teacher clapped her hands together to get the attention of the class - a wholly unnecessary action due to the fact that it was already being given. “Class is dismissed. Please collect your belongings and put them in the correct place. Remember, as future wives and mothers, you must be organized in all aspects of your life. Many of you will be managing important households and the slightest misstep -“ a slight glance to Eloise out of the corner of her eye - “can cause the biggest of scandals.”

Eloise raced to gather her things and leave the classroom before everyone else. No matter how many years had been spent at the school, she couldn’t help but hate sitting through the classes amongst the judgmental stares and snide remarks. Although things had started out shaky at the finishing school - to be expected, really, when you’ve grown up in wizarding society and then are then forced to live as a muggle - it still stung that after all these years, she still hadn’t found a friendly face. She was treated as if she were a pariah: it was as if the other girls just knew that something was different about her. But…wasn’t that the great irony of it all? She wasn’t different than them. She was a filthy squib.

When she first arrived at the school, she was an anomaly. A twelve-year-old girl who didn’t know how to play the piano or who the queen was. It was clear to everyone that Eloise wasn’t the charity case of the school - her parents were obviously quite wealthy - and yet they seemingly wanted nothing to do with her. Whereas the others got regular letters and visits from their family, it was as if Eloise were an orphan. Nothing new to her of course, but to her peers this otherness aided them in her ostracization.

Upon entering her room, she was abruptly pulled out of her thoughts. Something wasn’t right. Everything seemed the same: a twin bed perfectly made opposite a small wardrobe, a plain wooden desk placed between them. The weak afternoon sunlight shone through the window, illuminating her desk. But…there.

That…

Placed on her bed, resting on the pillow, was a letter.

She never received letters.

Eloise shoved her embroidery under her bed and hungrily grabbed at it, pausing when she saw the address. Miss E. Babbit. The Third Bedroom on the Left… It seemed vaguely familiar to her in a way she couldn’t quite put her finger on.

As she read the letter, though, it became apparent to her exactly why this was. Although not exactly the same as the one her brother had received six years earlier, it quickly became apparent that this was a Hogwarts letter. For her. For Miss E. Babbit.

Hands shaking, she set the letter down on her desk and sat on the edge of her bed. She smoothed her hands over her skirt over and over, taking comfort in the familiar softness as she tried to even her breathing.

How was this possible? She had all but accepted the fact that she was a squib. The shame of her family, a dirty secret to be hidden away and never talked about or mentioned again. Her parents had suspected as much by the time she had turned seven without any signs of magic whatsoever manifesting around her - not even a basic transformation of brussel sprouts to sweets during dinner. It was ultimately confirmed, however, when her own Hogwarts acceptance letter never arrived. She had spent the whole year before her banishment daydreaming about her life at Hogwarts, still optimistic that there could be something magical inside of her. Her brother, Leo, came home every holiday with wonderful stories of his new friends and teachers, and the subjects he was learning at school. Even back then, at twelve years old, Eloise hadn’t been sure if he was actually hopeful she wasn’t a squib, or if he had been trying to prolong the fantasy for her before it all came crashing down.

Although she had had five years to come to terms with her new life, there was still a small part of her that hoped. A small “what if…”. She had tried time and time again to squash that tiny ray of optimism that would escape every so often, tried so very hard to cultivate a hard exterior that wouldn’t let any sort of vulnerability shine through. And that optimism was a vulnerability, after all. It was that vulnerability that had made it absolutely impossible for her to fit in the muggle world, and made it so that she didn’t really want to try.

Five years to come to terms with the fact that she needed a new purpose for her life and…

…not anymore?

Eloise grabbed the letter and greedily read through it again, drinking in all of the words. She paused at the end, thinking. Was this a forgery? Some sort of awful joke orchestrated by her brother? Leo had never been cruel to her in the past; in fact, he was the one who always encouraged her and was the most probable source of the small optimism that remained within her. However, she had no way of knowing how he had changed since she had last seen him. It had been, after all, five very long years. And not once had she heard from him, even though he had promised her through huge sobbing gulps that he would never abandon her. Maybe their parents had slowly poisoned him against her. It would be right on the nose for them, after all.

Looking at the envelope again, however…Third Bedroom on the Left…no. It was too specific. Nobody in her previous life had any reason to even want to contact her again, and nobody in her current life even knew what Hogwarts was, let alone have the ability to convincingly forge a letter just to have some fun at her expense.

A light, bubbly feeling began to spread throughout her body as it sunk in that this was real. She was going to Hogwarts. Soon, a - squinting at the letter again - a Professor Fig would be contacting her and giving her things to study. A huge grin slowly spread across her face and she hugged the letter to her chest as she fell back on her bed. She read through it again. Was it the fifth time already? It felt as though no amount of times rereading the letter would ever be enough.

Eloise got up and walked over to look at the calendar on her desk. She was surprised to see that September 1st was in only two days. The days at the finishing school moved in such a strange, sluggish way. They all felt the same. Monotonous. French and Latin and embroidery and household management and Merlin even knows what else all blending into each other in an endless parade of dusty classrooms and gossip and boredom.

The light feeling left her in an instant as, after years of practice, the optimism was squashed back down. But how will you even get to London? And, her brain added sneakily, you haven’t even shown any signs of magic. Maybe you’ll just be returned back here after they realize their mistake.

No, she thought fiercely, gripping the letter. Until -

A tapping came from the window. A tentative smile returned at the sight of a tawny brown owl with another envelope in its beak. She ripped it open as soon as it was in her hands (again addressed to Miss E. Babbit) and along with the letter a small, purple pouch fell out of the envelope and onto her bed.

Miss Eloise Babbit,

I am pleased to be the wizard charged with such an important task as escorting you to Hogwarts in two days’ time. It is something extraordinary to be accepted in your fifth-year, and as such, I expect extraordinary things from you. I have enclosed a small pouch along with this envelope, and in it are some items that will be vital to you in the upcoming days. I have included books for you to study at your leisure, and a small gobstone that will bring you to our rendezvous point in London. All you have to do is touch it at noon on the 1st and you will be transported instantly.

Your family has not been informed of your acceptance. I am sure you understand why - at this, Eloise scoffed quietly to herself - which is why I will personally be your escort.

I am looking forward to meeting you and bringing you to the sorting ceremony in two days’ time.

Yours,

Eleazar Fig

The handwriting was tiny and spidery and cramped, but it didn’t stop Eloise from reading it with the same vigor as the previous letter and as many times. Finally, she turned to the small pouch that had fallen onto her bed when she opened the second envelope. It must have had an invisible extension charm, because it was filled to the brim with books on basic spellwork and general wizarding history. Professor Fig had no way of knowing, but Eloise had already read many of these books and many more during the year her brother had started Hogwarts, as she had needed to know absolutely everything about what would be awaiting her. A few years may have passed since she had stepped foot in her family’s library, but she couldn’t get the books or their contents out of her brain even if she had wanted to. She had really wanted to forget everything she knew about the magical world when it was confirmed she was a squib but it was a futile effort. As she zoned out during her piano lessons, she would find herself mentally going through the movements to cast different charms.

It was painful to be thinking about things from the life that had been ripped away from her, to know that what she was thinking about would never come to pass, that she would never be able to wield magic - and yet she couldn’t find herself able to stop.

As Eloise picked out one of the books and settled into her armchair, a steely resolve overcame her.

She would prove that she deserved to be there, and was just as capable as any of they were. She would make her parents regret ever discarding her like she was nothing.

She was worthy. She was capable. And she would prove it.

The morning of September 1st dawned cold and rainy. Absolutely perfect.

Eloise had pretended to be sick the night before, and no one had suspected a thing when she stayed in bed long after all of the other girls had gotten ready and headed to breakfast. As the last of the chattering faded away down the hallway, Eloise finally got out of bed and prepared herself for the day. It was difficult to sit still long enough to braid her hair. Her fingers wouldn’t stop trembling and she had to restart countless times. Finally, she tied the black ribbon at the end into a neat bow and turned to the drawer of her desk to retrieve the small purple pouch she had hidden away.

Everything she deemed important enough to come along with her had already been placed inside: the books from Professor Fig, the hair ribbons gifted to her by her brother many years ago, and some clothing. Nothing else was coming with. She needed the fresh start. Besides, anything else she might need would be supplied, as her acceptance letter had specifically stated that any school supplies would be provided to her.

Waiting the hours before noon came along proved to be more difficult than Eloise had imagined. Time seemed to be moving slower than the molasses that had come with the breakfast sent up to her, the steady patter of the rain becoming a sort of metronome keeping time as she paced back and forth. Wasn’t there anything that could distract her, even for a bit? She glanced at the clock. Only five minutes had passed since the last time. 10.35.

The second hand ticking away in tandem with the sound of rain splashing against her window.

What if this was all a trick? What if she arrived at Hogwarts, and they turned her away because they realized they had made a mistake? After all, why would they admit a sixteen-year-old? Surely she was too old; every other student had started Hogwarts at the age of twelve and had shown signs of magic much earlier than that. She still hadn’t shown any signs of magical capability whatsoever, and didn’t feel any different than she had before receiving the letter. It had to be a fluke.

As her thoughts started veering into the melancholy she was prone to, she shook her head. No. Today was a happy, exciting day. She wasn’t going to squash the optimism down today, not when she needed it most. All of these thoughts she was having were simply that: thoughts. Not reality. Hogwarts never made a mistake, and in all of the history books she had read, she couldn’t recall an instance of someone being turned away at the door. Granted, she had also never heard of someone being admitted so late. But, better to focus on what she did know, which was that she had gotten the letter. It must be right in its assumption that she had magic.

Trying to pass the time was easier said than done. She ended up quizzing herself on all of the charms she had memorized in the books sent by Professor Fig, moving an imaginary wand in the precise movements needed to successfully cast and focusing on her pronunciation. She had studied all of these forms late into both nights she had had the books, and when she would eventually close her eyes to sleep, the wand movements were all she saw.

Eloise was determined that she would receive pity from nobody. Nobody was going to look at her like she was lacking. She had gotten enough of that to last a lifetime, and now that she was given this opportunity she wasn’t about to waste it.

When noon finally struck, Eloise was ready and waiting. She eagerly grabbed the gobstone that was sitting on her desk and felt the familiar tugging sensation in her navel as she was whisked away to London and the beginning of her new life.

next chapter

[themissingmango]

[gavv-hannah]

i am So Well about your kuon/hoeru stuff thank u for the food . do u have any........ headcanons or additions to their relationship , im curious to hear . we are such a small group of freaks (positive)

ahaha sorry when you said a small group I just imagined a group gathering at tea time talking about favorite brocon fics/HCs/happenings with one another. Does such commune of freaks exist in the toku fandom T_T)? If so let me iiiiiiiin *rattling cage bars*

Anyway,

Thank you thank youuu anon for enjoying my food!! This is my first sentai rodeo so im always worried about not drawing/depicting/characterizing/whatever-ing them so you and anyone else enjoying my gozyu stuff means a lot to meeeee T_T

Now i say that but um.. So all of these are exaggerated well enough to cater to my gozyu brocon needs LMAO so if its OOC..... i bow deeply to say sowwy

(thoughts, words, stuff below read more)

+ they're codependent. Back then, and even now (but Hoeru's growing out of it. Kuon isn't) idk what their home life is like to make them be like that tho so uhm *insert bullshit reason*

+ they have a skewed sense of what's normal/appropriate between brothers. Probably weren't reprimanded/corrected as kids so they just kept doing it. What's sweet as kids is kinda weird now as adults~ idk something like having no sense of personal space or boundaries.

I like this one cz i can just imagine hoeru sharing smth he did with kuon to the gozyu team and everyone's just in shock with their kind of brotherly love mmcmfmd

Very delusional scenario but if they still got along after reuniting as adults, they'd probably take baths together ❤️ Though hoeru's starting to mature so he'd probably say smth like how this is smth they shouldn't be doing but kuon coerces him to stay in the bath longer with him anyway~

Sorry really vague and no concrete examples (can't think of one for brothers-to-brothers, only for sisters-to-sisters mfmfmd) but you get my point right 🥹?

+ Kuon's feelings, worries, and thoughts abt his brother were warped to be super intense after the No One World abduction

examples:

- that thing where older siblings feel a little sad when they notice how much their younger sib is growing and starting to want to be independent -> warping to -> Kuon not wanting Hoeru to leave him AT ALL

- that familial love for your sibling -> sick kind of love and obsession for hoeru. ("Hoeru's my love, my hope, my puppet" uhm! Ok!! Whatever you say Mr. Freaky!)

- Younger siblings being your responsibility. You're their teacher, their second parent, their most available guide (eldest child in an Asian household things ❤️) -> Hoeru grew up to have beliefs that dont align with Kuon's. Kuon thinks he is misguided and wrong. He's the only one that can set him right.

+ As kids, Kuon's praises and sweet touches would be like liquid gold to hoeru. Even if they have a weird relationship now, I'm pretty sure if Kuon praised him, Hoeru would feel like putty inside. It's hard to break off from old wants 🫶

+ not an HC but do you know the whole thing the mom and daughter in EEAAO had? The daughter in the "Alpha universe" was pushed to the limit to be excellent that she became a nihilist and wants to destroy the universe. She seeks out for her mom in this one universe who is awful at everything because she has the greatest potential (the whole "you suck so much that you have nowhere to go but up" thing) and is the only one capable of foiling her universe-ending plans.

The womanfailure mom = Hoeru

The powerful nihilist daughter = Kuon

Do you see the vision? Mfmfmfmfmdmd

~~~

This got long sorry!!! I hope you got what you asked from me Anon Q_Q it's probably unoriginal lbr pretty sure some other 5head fan already said these things about the tono brothers in like, a more comprehensible way ahahzhshzhs but still thank you for reading up to this point u_u lemme know what you think! If you got some HCs share em!

[faunandfloraas]

Honestly the lee know hair thing is one of those moments that I can't help but to go Hmmm about bc he's literally said more than once he wants to cut his hair, but the company doesn't want him to and he's chopped it a bit shorter against their will (see 2minsung racha log) but ultimately still has longer hair than he seems to want and fans just Shrug. Everyone's crying oppression of the kpop boys up until it's something they personally are fine with and then suddenly people are quiet and it's just comical to me.

[wyervan]

Hiya! Osha Anon here!

I tried to send this ask before but I fear Tumblr may have eaten it so I'll try again.

We all know Sunta's workshop ain't passing an Osha inspection, but what about the Slasher AU boy's arcade?

Everything up to code? 📋🤔

-Osha Anon 👷

Sun: Ah! Osha Anon!! 😬😬 I wasn’t expecting you today… oh no! It’s perfectly fine, fine, fine! Go ahead…. have a look around! 👀 We keep everything in TIP-TOP shape for our patrons and staff alike, I assure you! 👍 No exposed wiring, no skeletons in the closet—at least not in that closest. Ah ha ha…. ha… ehem. Have you seen the vintage carpet? 🤩 Marvelous isn’t it? Hyponotic even.

You want to talk to our employees 😅 oh suuuure… yes, I suppose you have to, don’t you. They say the… quirkiest things sometimes, just so you know 😬 LOVE to joke about my colleague Mr. Moon and me. Have this running silly fantasy that we’re murderer clowns that go out hunting at night! Hee hee—such creativity! We play along sometimes 🤭 chase them around the arcade—UH—VERY SAFELY, that is, very safely… only got stuck in the play tunnels ONE TIME ☝️.

[solargeist]

thinking abt how baby birds have different coloured feathers than adult birds

thinking abt maybe Grian’s wings are only white bc he’s a child Watcher, and they’d probably turn black if he stayed and grew into one.

But that’d probably take a long time, and he’s not actively turning into one anymore so, he just has white wings

[honeyboyfelix]

to be honest....i forgot i had this one cooking in my files :) arent i so lucky to remember it today :)

[overclock-00]

Do you ever think about all that time Nyx spent wondering if her parent would ever speak to her again? Wondering if they noticed her efforts or realized her strengths? Do you ever think about how Chaos realized that they’d made a terrible mistake in not prioritizing their relationship and now it’s too late to ever see their daughter again because they can’t find her and well, she has enough responsibilities of her own right? She has children to manage and care for and they can’t take up all of her time can they? So now they have to sit with this terrible loneliness brought upon them by no one other than themself… and both of them believe that this outcome was inevitable…

It’s such a small thing and yet it affects them both so deeply. The fact that they each say the same thing in regard to being forgotten!! They’re both not really that great at navigating social interactions or expressing themselves and i find that very endearing… Ough i love the way misunderstandings are written in this game.

[licoryce]

you got any black sapphire ships in mind?

was this ask inspired by my pfp?? ehehe :3

but yea i do actually!! ive seen some shadowsapphire posts (shadow milk x black sapphire) + i think they could be interesting. cant imagine any reciprocal romance for them pre BY ep8 ending, but after it i can see something happening there. nothing healthy, because... makes a biggg gesture to smilk and pv's break up seperation. i wont yap about that rn bc i just woke up and dont trust myself with words lol. anyway i am soo unashamed in saying im a sucker for master/servant dynamics + his kingdom interaction with smilk.. him being able to tell what smilk thinks/feels (if u ignore how smilk feels ab that bc of his whole belief that no one could ever understand him except pv while.. also pushing pv away.. hes a conflicted little thing, hm?) bc hes been in service to him for so long, is actually kinda sweet. and the performer duo potential with them is also great. (neeedddd to see a comic/fic where smilk performs and sapphire narrates in the most homoerotic way.. continuously pausing in narrating whatever story smilk is performing to mention how great smilk is/looks.. i need them to be as dramatic as they are in my head)

ive also seen people put him with affogato (which im assuming is because they are both purple + have staffs + lie and thus that means they should kiss lol) which im not as interested by because it seems like they would be too.. idk if conflicting is the right word but its the one im thinking of. affogato would want to be in control of sapphire, even if only in his fucked up little head, and sapphire is very much already in service to smilk. net zero power play exchange. they look amazing together aesthetically but idk.. maybe i need a little convincing on those two bc im not really seeing it

ok last one then im gonna go make breakfast.. imso hungry

i haven't seen anyone else shipping these two but pure vanilla x black sapphire (specifically truthless recluse, but other versions would be cool too) is one i actually like!! ik there was a few but i wish we got more interactions between them in ep8.. even if black sapphire was only being considerate with pv bc of some order smilk gave him, he DID warn him about candy apple when he didnt have to, and all his animosity towards pv only seemed to come from him breaking rules that he'd been taught to punish others for while serving smilk. it wasnt anything personal to pv (unlike golden cheese and nutmegs beef lol) like if anything he seemed curious about pv n that interests me. (and.. their staffs.. more staff x staff potential chat. i demand art of truthless recluse n black sapphires staffs making out nJOW)

i wouldnt say i rlly ship him with anyone rn, it actually takes me a while to rlly get 'into' a ship lmao, but yea these three at least sort of stir something around in my lil peabrain

[heel-samizayn]

I was thinking about that R-Truth interview with CVV where he talked about reading people, crowds, individuals, what makes them tick, tries to understand if someone is uptight or even sense what their political views are iirc..etc etc. He said everyone has a funny bone, and that comedy is all about timing. It made me realize how deliberately he operates. He made things work that shouldn’t have, with intent, consistently, over a matter of years. The intentionality might surprise fans who only see him as goofy and off-the-cuff. Maybe that’s why he wanted to return as Ron Killings, to show he’s always been "driving", that his instincts go beyond comedy, and his promo skills are rooted in the same read of people (surprised he got people to stop "what"ing)

[monster-fella]

Hello stranger, what's your name?

(Character on the left belongs to @clinicallyinsanedumpsterrabbit )

YEAAAAAAAGGGHH!! It's almost been a year since I've drawn the little gal Mika :D (or rather it HAS been a year lmao because I don't remember when I started posting)

Originally I was gonna doodle these two in the same area but with a guitar singing Little Ghost (because I keep rewatching Paranorman) but.. I forgot that idea mid drawing. ...So. har.

Here's alternative versions of the second drawing because yep yep yeppie

Annnd that's about it :3c I have two other doodles but that's specifically for my ocs el em ay oh *curls up into a ball and rolls away*