#shinigami-kun

[iamhereinthebg]

Some old or/and unfinished tbhk stuff

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Spring Anime 2024 Watchlist

Kimetsu no Yaiba: Hashira Geiko-hen

Boku no Hero Academia Season 7

Kaiju No. 8

Kuroshitsuji: Kishuku Gakkou-hen

Yozakura-san Chi no Daisakusen

Wind Breaker

Kaii to Otome to Kamikakushi

Shinigami Bocchan to Kuro Maid Season 3

Sasayaku You ni Koi wo Utau

Ookami to Koushinryou: Merchant Meets the Wise Wolf

Astro Note

Tadaima, Okaeri

Henjin no Salad Bowl

Tonari no Youkai-san

Hananoi-kun to Koi no Yamai

I will also check these out:

Boukyaku Battery

Touken Ranbu Kai: Kyoden Moyuru Honnouji

Kenka Dokugaku (Viral Hit)

Karasu wa Aruji wo Erabanai

Request will be open for these series and limited to:

Icons (indicate circular/square)

Character gifset per episode

Specific scenes in a certain episode (with/without dialogue)

NOTE: ANYONE CAN SEND THEIR REQUEST SO LONG AS IT'S NOT ANON.

[yuis291]

Seeing ppl on this social yapping about HakuSumi make me happy 😭😭😭 plz do more

Anyway my art 🥳

[sakuraswifee]

Ranking the Seven Misteries by power

(Don't expect anything too accurate, lmao)

1) Hanako-san of the toilet

He's clearly the strongest given that he's the leader, plus his Yorishiro is fully capable of killing the other mysteries in their own boundaries, so if Tsukasa is this powerful imagine what Hanako's able to do, UNSEALED Hanako specifically.

2) The three Clock Keepers

Do I even need to elaborate?? They have power over TIME, I would've put them first if it wasn't that it's canon Hanako is the strongest.

3) Shinigami-sama

He has power over life and death, pretty self-explanatory, even tho I haven't fully understood his abilities, living beings become weaker with his touch and Natsuhiko said that he can resurrect the dead.

4) The 4pm Bookstacks

I was actually unsure of this position, but I think it's fair enough. Tsuchigomori has knowledge about EVERYONE, from the start of their life to their afterlife ecc... Plus we always forget how OP he actually is, he can change one thing about someone's life, which is cool, but would result in his death.

5) Hell of Mirrors (previous one)

I would've put Shijima here, but technically speaking I think his powers are cooler. It's like a cooler (but weaker) no. 5, where he can know about everyone and use it to make them go crazy, or just generally learn about someone's life through mirrors.

6) Shijima-san of the Art Room

She can create ANYTHING by drawing it, she literally made a whole ass fake world where she's a God, because she has full control over it. Though she doesn't seem THAT strong individually.

7) Hell of Mirrors (Current)

I'm putting Mitsuba above Yako because *theorically* he COULD do the cool shit previous no. 3 did, but he's not a proper mistery, not having a Yorishiro and all. We also saw that he can use previously stated abilities (he saw Sousuke's life through the mirrors), but he hasn't used what I think makes the Mistery cool in the first place, he can mess other's minds.

8) The Misaki Stairs

She can...turn people into dolls...

I AM SO SORRY but her powers are lowkey so ass and boring compared to the others, which makes me always so sad cause Yako is RLLYYY cool!

[vexsucks]

Collab with another colorist from Twitter ^^

sumire: them hakubo: me

[izumi-ito]

I love them so much, omg. I can’t stand it when people reduce the complexity of their relationship down to mukbang. 🙁 || Izumi.Ito on TikTok

[jinxekkotimebomb]

Kou Minamoto, my baby boy.

[justafriendlyhuman]

Rendered the AidaIro sketch!!

[o7k5a8m9i]

So what do y'all think of this ship?🌸💖🎐

[aidairo-illustration-archive]

[kittytheartist]

matching artwork on AidaIro's Twitter♡

you can click for better quality♡

[iamhereinthebg]

I love them all very much

[pink-tk-a-latte]

Tickletober Day 23: Sweet

[sfw tickle fic!! toilet-bound hanako-kun — lee!sumire, ler!hakubo]

prompt by @/august-anon

manga spoilers ahead. cw: cannibalism

Sumire had always been strange.

Calling Hakubo her husband, smiling provocatively despite his lack of reaction, picking up dying animals just so they would feel sad when she was gone, she was cruel, shameless, barbaric, despotic, nothing like the cute, tragic kannagi she acted like.

Persistent too, she had a habit of prodding at him, while they were in bed or lying in a field of flowers. She would trace his ribs with her nails and pinch at his stomach, loom over him with a sadistic smile and irritating words — “Is someone ticklish?” — while he stared back, blankly. Once, when Sumire was drawing shapes on his back, he felt his lips twitch, and she didn’t stop looking pleased about it for another half a decade.

Not only that, but she would ask him to reciprocate, to “tickle” her, claiming it was part of his husband duties. She would blush and squirm and wring her hands, all a display. He wouldn’t give in. It was just another of Sumire’s whims, like requesting a romantic night on her last day alive, or asking him to go to hell for her.

Then they sacrificed her. So, he did.

Maybe Hakubo did care about her; he’d preserved her, despite his intention, despite her desires, in a repeating world that refused to let her die. He avoided her for one hundred years, and then he found her again, under a flurry of cherry blossoms.

He brought Sumire shelter in a cave, admitted that he had been suffering for a hundred years, and kept his promise.

“Ah—! EEHehehe, Hahakuboho! That tihihickles!”

He “hmph”ed, clawing down her sides and hips and pulling squeals and smiles from her. “Don’t act cute. Yer the one who wanted this.”

“Ahehehee~ youhouhou rehemembehered,” she giggled.

Furred hands squeezed her thighs like he’d practiced. Clutching his sleeves, she tossed her head back and rolled, eyes moist and crinkled shut.

Swallowed by her hair, Sumire was as delicate and difficult as he remembered. He only stopped when her breathing became ragged, and she melted against the cave wall.

He loomed over her as she huffed and trembled, giddy. “Are ya happy?”

She reached for him, brushing his ear, and grinned. “This has been eating at you all this time.” Her hand cupped his cheek, eyes an adoring, hollow blue. “Of course I’m happy.”

His eyes following, he covered Sumire’s hand with his own. He took in her resigned smile. “This time, I mean it.” He closed his hand around her wrist. “I’m gonna take you for myself.” He dragged her closer, cradled her to his chest, and bit down on her throat.

Morsel by morsel, he consumed her, as was his assignment. She didn’t cry or beg, not a peep, an echo of that day. Her blood dripped from his claws and clung to his cheek. Her warm flesh grew cold on his lips as his teeth tore it from her bones.

He would never taste anything sweeter.

[n1snakeenthusiast]

I miss my wife guys

[ganjies]

im ascending yall

[vexsucks]