alright guys come get your food
zoned out and finished an old sketch in one sitting cuz i missed drawing him :(((( also felt bad for not posting anything lol :']
anyway i'mmm alive!!!! and my life is back to being prettty stable!!!!!! yippee!!!!!
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been watching mashle and oh my god, the eugenics???? the way lance's parents were so ready to give up their daughter??? no second thought???? just "why did this child have to be born to us?"???? um everyone talking in mash's face about how non-magic people are inherently worthless???? the triple line dude fucking making dolls out of people and somehow no one??? is??? checking him???? and then when questioned immediately jumping into "well humans are little more than mindless beasts and i will become a creator deity and reshape the world in my liking!"????? the, um, corruption in the government??? the way this story is so clearly "h*rry p*tter if it was actually funny"??? the slytherin coded characters are blood purists???? they took out hufflepuff??? one of the magia lupus' mage's powerset was just big shuriken???? another one is rip off kisame???? lance is a siscon and the first thing mash says is "that doesn't make it better"???? lemon is genuinely so fuckin funny??? dot is incel-coded but like in a funny way??? dot says that lance is playing life on "easy mode" cause lance has a good face??? dot likes tea??? dot has good manners??? everybody only has one spell they can use??? finn ames is like if you transported is regular human into this stupid ass world??? i think the old man and the cop have explored each others bodies.
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i love the concept of dan howell not being born to be a cool famous pop star, or a lawyer.
no, he was put on this earth to be exactly what he is.
he was genetically engineered in a lab to be The parasocial best buddy of the girls, the goths, the gays and the geeks. he was created by god or the universe to be chronically online, and to represent some kind of hope for loners around the world. for the introverts, for the weirdos.
he wasn’t built to be mainstream, disconnected from what people are saying about him online. no, he was meant to be the internet’s it boy, really.
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suguru is very cautious when getting to know you. he’s a nice guy, of course. just has a few walls to break down.
he’s sweet from the get-go. smiling politely (it’s a smile that teeters between being friendly and actually genuine), sitting beside you when you’re alone, or even joining you when you get a little peckish and crave food that isn’t bland campus cuisine.
he holds himself at an arm’s length, feeling you out silently. every word you say is particularly engraved into the linings of his brain, and he holds his cards close to his chest, responding in only the most deliberate of ways.
and, he finds that there is never a moment where he is turned away.
he learns that you’re quite authentic. not to say he expected less — but it’s nice that you’re truly meaningful. suguru knows he’s a good-looking guy. heads tend to turn towards him out in public, and he’s accepted the natural feat like normality, now used to the attention. however, it’s attention that not always comes from the best places of interest. personality is where he really shines, he believes. he’s a bit more than a being of attraction.
you seem to understand that. a little too well, in fact. perhaps it’s as the poets would say — he is half of your soul.
“feel good?”
his eyes are closed, so pleasantly he’s sure he might fall asleep. the hairbrush is gentle in your hands, he feels each bristle nicely tingling across his scalp. and your voice is so soft, it’s like you want him to send him into a coma of delight.
suguru’s head leans back a bit further in his seat, and he nods a little sluggishly. he smiles when he hears your laugh.
“okay, sleeping beauty.”
maybe you’ve trailed far too close to his heart, but god, domesticity feels wonderful. like a world full of color, served to him on the finest gold platter.
so, yes. it means a lot when you unravel him just for him. no ill intent. when you take time to learn all about him, when you’re so attentive to his every silent need, and much, much, later (at least, when he finally notices), when your eyes don’t constantly carry the looks of seduction that he’s so accustomed to seeing from other people. just pure adoration. love. stars that keep shining, a pool of light. the sight is so foreign, and suguru thinks he’s never seen anything prettier. he’s possibly the biggest lover boy ever, head over heels for you.
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