#ok fixed

[oozeandgoo-art]

oh yeah also drew this today. someone else is going to draw some characters on it... and hell i mean. i got nothing better to do with it, so anyone else who wants to draw on it can also do that LOL

[vernalloy]

We’ve seen a lot of haircuts for Mandy, some good and some… not-so-good. But we haven’t explored all our options yet!

(I will draw furry!Amanda with the winning result.)

[colortothecolorless]

[motley-cunt]

….OF SWEENEY TODD?

[ghoulodont]

[chaosmenu]

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[putrecabra]

wait i thinki posted that out of order HOLDON

[crowkip]

yeehaw, baby!

[evilwickedme]

My good sir, you have tagged the Haruhi Ouran post with the Hill House tag

Oh my god

[heiayen]

Hello, or should I say

Hey, or should I say

He…ia :)

— 🥫

ITS CANON!!! HEYA CANON........ HEIA...!!!!

do you want to know something dear anon. on multiple times people greeted me heya heia. puns with my name always make me giggle. i love my name its so funny sometimes.

[floweypilled]

the many forms of Boy

[delightedchips]

i keep thinking like. why does ekko still have the monowheel . why is it in the hideout . Did he like make the deliberate effort to bring it with him there .. drag it and everything .. maintain its condition .. keep it at all .. a collaborative invention he had worked on and only entrust with with his best friend now turned enemy ..

doesn't really matter if he had brought it before or after he had confronted the reality of jinx , the fact It's STILL THERE is crazy enough .. i imagine he could have dismantled it and repurposed it for other inventions and weaponry but it's. very much still there. complete too i believe. oh ekko :-(

[clownowo]

been replaying the Portal series I think this is where its heading

[pseudophan]

rpf is fine they say, just in case you missed the memo the first ten times

[emarezi-backup]

sorry for the ayaka spam anyway look at my build

[just-some-user-hunny]

Nikto is chopping wood when it hits you. You're watching from your back porch door, a porcelain mug of hot chocolate cradled in your warm palms.

It's cold- far too cold for Nikto to be chopping wood in your garden right now. A thick layer of frost blanketing everything in sight- in which he had scraped your car for you earlier this morning whilst you were still in bed. He's still in his sleeping clothes; his thin black shirt that stuck to his body in a thick sleeve or fabric, and those baggy grey sweatpants that hung low on his hips. He's still refused to let you stitch the hemming- which is frayed and worn. Insisting that it is no use fixing it. There's no fixing it, llubov. I'll let it fray and throw it later. No use.

It was certainly a sight. He had drunk his tea down quickly once he noticed your shivering shoulders. Wrapped you up in that fluffy cream nightgown of yours, and set out to fill the fireplace. A silent promise to keep you warm. To provide. He had shot you a stern look at the sight of you lingering in the doorway- your pyjamas shorts and lack of slippers irking him. You wanted to roll your eyes at him. Used to his picking. You are a little warm soft thing. You need to stay warm.

"you're acting like a husband". You quip softly. Playfully, that smile that could warm butter on your pretty lips. "Do you want to be my husband, Andre?".

"yes".

Nikto's sincere raspy voice is sincere as he answers immediately- stunning you into silence. Glancing up at you to fix you an intense stare as he split the log with his hands. Something soft and eager in his eyes. Apprehensive on his own behalf, but filled with longing.

"you'll always be warm". He vows. Eyes filled with something- devotion. So tremendous, that it rattles you to the bone. His eyes meet yours, and you're not sure you can look away. Can't find your hands to sever the line. Pinning you down. He makes the first move- leaving the axe by the tree stump, shoes crunching in the glittering frosted grass. Approaching you like a weary hound.

"then in that case, may I mend these then?". You mumble. Now shy, your heart quivering at the intensity in his face. His hand meets yours as it brushes over the frayed hem of his sweatpants- a warm, halting hold. An unsure pause, you think... Before his shoulders relax a little, and his fingers wiggle softly between yours to melt into an embrace of hands. A gesture so sweet, so unsure and new to him, it was his turn to fluster. Feline eyes wandering from your eyes to your fingers clasped with his.

"yes. I... Let's try".