#so sorry 🫡

[attleboy]

YES ‼️ KILL ‼️ ‼️ ‼️ ‼️

[gunstellations]

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cont. of unfamiliar side

[duckdodger]

WHO LET BRO WEAR AN APPLE JACKS SHIRT TO THE TRANSFORMER ONE PREMIERE 😭✋✋⁉️

[weirdglassthing]

GRIMMORNING NATION RISEEE. Criminal lack of grimmorning on this site so I’m making it my personal mission to spread my propaganda

Ignore whatevers going on with torbek, even I don’t know. I just drew some lines for his body and called it a day

[ozzyeelz]

Happy pride month you queers…

[spoopdeedoop]

sorry if these are out of character i just wanted an excuse to animate them all

[byulsgrease]

thank YOU for the comments 😭 even at my most active I didn’t get things like this very often so :’) means a lot

held

(moonbyul x gender neutral reader, ~580 words, fluff/comfort?)

cw: nail biting/picking + being insecure about your hands

a/n: sorry it's so short, had a long week ;;

Embarrassment? Shame? Something of the like. And sure, it's stress-related. But it doesn't help that the habit itself is stress-inducing. A never-ending cycle of sorts.

It's not even something you notice until well after the fact. When you change your hold on a pen because it hurts with the usual grip. When it just hurts to grasp anything after ripping out hangnails, fingers unwarrantedly warm but stress temporarily sated from that string of skin yanked out from beside one nail bed. When you realize in a moment of silence that your fingertips ache from having bitten away the whites of your nails forcibly exposing the tender skin underneath.

So it's no surprise that under most circumstances your hands rest deep in your pants pockets or squashed beneath your thighs when you sit. Or maybe retracted inside the elastic cuffs of the oversized hoodies she always lends you. On occasion the conscious insecurity escapes your mind for a fleeting moment, until you're caught with a nail between your bared teeth.

Some drama plays on the tv. Your body's lazily slotted between her sweatpant-clad legs, head resting on her chest while the gentle thump of her heartbeat beneath her hoodie offers its typical comfort. The arm draped over your torso keeps you pressed to her body, not that you plan on moving anytime soon.

You absentmindedly fiddle with a tough hangnail, mind under-stimulated and trying to figure out what to do with your hands. Byulyi presumably notices and moves to grab your hands, but you stop and ball your fists before she gets to them.

Your head shakes, retracting your hands even deeper into your long sleeves away from her gaze, much like a turtle hiding in its shell. Byul, stubborn as ever, places her hands over your balled-up fists, coaxing them open with gentle swipes of her thumb over the fabric.

"Are you gonna let me hold your hands?" she asks gently, patting over the sleeves where your hands reside.

"You already are," you reply begrudgingly with a pout. A breath escapes her nose in tandem with an upturned corner of her mouth. She peers around your head, trying to get a read on your expression. It's not the first time you've felt like this by any means, but you're not saying no to her reassurance. “They’re gross though, so why would you even want to?” you add on quietly, shrinking back into yourself. Her arms cross over themselves, hands trailing up yours to squeeze your shoulders in a hug.

"Because I love you, and they're a part of you. What other reason would I need?" she replies matter-of-factly, voice low in your ear. Fair enough, you figure, lifting your arms for her to ease the sleeves down. She grasps one of your hands in hers and swings your arm away from your body, her lips meeting the back of your hand in an overly dramatic fashion. You can't help but laugh as you wriggle the hand out of her grip. She finds your other hand anyway, fingers interlocking with yours more carefully this time. She flashes her signature cheesy grin and you can't help but groan, head falling back into her chest.

"What am I gonna do with you?" you sigh airily, straining your eyebrows to stare up at her.

"I dunno, you tell me. But our hands fit well together, and that's a fact," she replies, smirking against your hair after planting a sweet kiss to the top of your head.

[its-the-rules]

hi sorry these are so fun to make

[giddlygoat]

i have a vision. in my mind, luigi’s fit is a bit more maximalist, and no two leathers or denims match. he deserves more variety in his look.

[14dayswithyou]

I'm going to be a little evil :3c /silly

*I have stolen all of their headwear, leaving only FROGGY HAT in his closet.*

"Boy it sure is chilly today. Don't forget to wear a scarf and a hat when you come pick me up, okay [REDACTED]?"

✦゜ANSWERED: I believe in froggy hat [REDACTED] supremacy 🖤🐸

He knew. Of course he knew. [REDACTED]'s security system alerted him the second you stepped foot into his apartment, and it took the dark-haired hacker almost all of his willpower not to rush home and see you. But alas, he had other matters to attend to and messes to clean up here. Things he couldn't risk putting on hold, lest he pay the consequences for them later.

So, [REDACTED] settles for watching you through his cracked phone screen as you try to sneak your way around his apartment. They didn't really understand why you felt the need to be so secretive; you knew your boyfriend would be out for the day, you had his spare keycard and access to the entire 14th floor, and [REDACTED] had made it explicitly clear early on in the relationship that everything he owned was yours completely. Nothing was off limits to you, and that included every inch of his living space.

...And even himself.

Curiously, they watch with keen interest as you quietly slide the door to his walk-in closet open and take in your surroundings once more — making sure that you really were alone in his dimly-lit bedroom. But barely a moment passes before you stride in with a newfound purpose, unzip your backpack, and begin to stash all of his caps and beanies inside.

Well, alright then. If you decided he no longer needed those items, then so be it. He was never one to deny you anything.

But in retrospect, you were honestly doing [REDACTED] a favour. He genuinely didn't really need those items in his possession anymore — especially considering how he had no real reason to conceal his identity from you after all these years of being together.

He could never forget about that pivoted moment in time when you opened up to your beloved hacker about his rather... intense need to watch over you 24/7. And after you had scolded him multiple times for stalking you from darkened corners and alleyways outside your apartment complex, [REDACTED] had all but tried to change his ways. To better themselves for you.

After all, you deserved nothing less.

Glancing back at his phone once more, [REDACTED] takes in every little movement you make as you continue to tuck away his belongings; down to the turn of your head and the flex in your muscles. Not a single twitch or glance goes unnoticed under his watchful gaze — and had the dark-haired man not been so enraptured by your ministrations — he surely would've noticed that it was just about time for him to start packing his tools up and head home.

Home, in time for the date you had planned for the evening.

But the way you purposefully moved around his closet had [REDACTED] in a trance. You were extremely methodical about the things you were swiping from his shelves; neatly packing away all of the headgear, earmuffs, and scarves on display (and even the ones hidden within the depths of his drawers!). Yet... One single item remained in the aftermath of your wake.

Atop one of the lone shelves in the corner, it sits, isolated from the rest of its kind. Worn out yet well loved; it was no more than a novelty item your boyfriend had originally won for you from a crane game. But even after their constant insistence that you should keep it, you rebutted it all by saying it'd look better on him instead — all while pushing the cute, froggy hat back into his hands with a teasing smile.

("If you keep bleaching your hair like that," his real name falls from your lips like sweet nectar, "All of your hair will fall out. When that happens, you can use this to keep your bald head warm!"

"...When that happens? Hmph. You're gettin' cheeky." With a smile of his own, your boyfriend reaches out to gently pinch your cheek. "I haven't touched m'hair in ages.")

So after watching you be so meticulous with the items you were "robbing", the hacker couldn't help but wonder what your main motive was. Why leave that silly, little frog hat alone unless... Did you want him to wear it? You knew [REDACTED] would never say no to you — let alone to a frivolous request — but admittedly, they did find it rather endearing to watch you put in all that effort just for him.

Just like how he used to be... Back before you opened the curtains of his life and brought sunshine into his heart.

Gone are the days of "Ren", when [REDACTED] had to snoop around your apartment just to get any sort of inclination of what your type and interests might be. No longer did [REDACTED] have to "borrow" some of your old clothing to keep himself company on lonely nights; to put them over his pillow and pretend like it was you he was holding close to his chest. He no longer had to steal your presents and tokens out of spite and jealousy — only to return them days later once they noticed how upset it made you.

Too caught up in reminiscing about the past, [REDACTED] had almost missed your swift getaway from his bedroom. Living up to your nickname, you glide down the staircase and across his foyer as if you sprouted angel wings on your back and stroll into the elevator, before closing the door and pulling out your phone.

And just like clockwork, [REDACTED]'s camera feed gets replaced by the bright red and green call buttons that shake and taunt him at the bottom of the screen — alongside the personalised caller photo of you smiling towards the sunset ocean with [REDACTED]'s jacket atop your shoulders. The dark-haired man leaves no room for pause before he's swiping his finger across the screen and eagerly anticipating the sound of your voice.

You greet him in that casual, nonchalant tone of yours, and [REDACTED] had to resist the urge to start recording the call — to save the addictive timbre of your voice for when he needs to hear it the most.

"Man... It sure is chilly today, don't you think?"

There's the familiar sound of tacky elevator music playing in the background, and part of [REDACTED] thinks you're purposefully calling him right now to let him in on your (not so) secret escapades... To let them know where you are.

Or perhaps you were already aware that he knows, if the way you were glancing up at the elevator camera was anything to go by.

Regardless, you don't give away any other telling signs as your beloved hacker watches you through the camera. Your bag is still carefully slung over a shoulder, while one of his old, black university caps received the pleasure of being fiddled with in your hand. Your voice returns once more, and it causes a grin to form on his lips.

"Don't forget to wear a scarf and a hat when you come pick me up, okay?"

There's a newfound teasing lilt in your tone, which has [REDACTED] latching on to your every word with bated breath and scrambling for a reply.

"'Course. Wouldn't miss our date for the world. 'N make sure y'stay warm too, angel." Without missing a beat, he easily takes his place in your little game. "Wouldn't wanna misplace your jacket 'n get cold now, would we?"

Your pixelated smile on the screen gives everything away.

You hear the unmistakable sound of [REDACTED]'s sports motorbike before you see it; watching the corner of your street as he appears from the darkness like a phantom.

And like the gentleman that he is, [REDACTED] doesn't make you stray far from the safety of the streetlamp either. The moment your boyfriend pulls up in front of you, one of his large hands reaches around your waist to draw you near (almost as if he'd gone years without being in your presence), while the other makes quick work of the latch of his helmet. In one swift motion, he pulls it off and rests it against the tank—

Only to reveal that cute, pastel green frog hat sitting atop his head.

He can't help but smile when you do; clearly pleased that he went through with your silly request. At that, you let out a low hum of appreciation as you lean against your boyfriend's chest, and [REDACTED] returns the favour by bending down and pressing a chaste kiss against the crown of your head as well.

"...Think y'could give this unworthy prince another kiss, love?" Your beloved boyfriend leans in closer until your lips are millimetres away from touching, "Otherwise I might stay cursed t'live in this froggy form forever."

[honeytama]

so, who was gonna let me know this vid existed? also, this is unbelievably hot i cannot

source: twitter/x

[narugen-moved]

LOVE his kansai dialect so much huge shoutout to his seiyuu (kengo kawanishi) here’s 34 seconds of it from the new episode

(also whilst confirming that i wasn’t saying the wrong shit i found a thread on how his dialect gets translated in the manga from an official translator!)

[hauntingofhouses]

yall i just KEEP doing back to mizu and taigen's wrestling scene in master eiji's forge and like i know that taigen literally got a boner from it BUT THE THING IS out of all the scenes these two have together, this scene actually has the least sexual tension ?!? cuz like the boner aside, this scene is actually very soft and emotions-driven rather than pure passion or lust.

arguably, a more passionate and sexually-charged scene would be their previous brawl in the snow with the chopsticks, which is tense and angry and also the scene that mizu thinks about when madame kaji talks about being honest with one's innermost desires.

but THIS scene in the forge? warm colours. their laughter and their smiles that both equally genuine. the WAY taigen looks at mizu in that scene, staring first at her lips, her smile, then looking into her eyes. and you can see by the framing of the scene and the look on his face that he is, for the first time, seeing her eyes as something beautiful rather than off-putting or frightening.

like before this point he's already come to not only respect mizu as a person and an equal but also admires her as an incredible swordsman and as someone who is kind and honourable* for having saved his life at the expense of her revenge quest. so as of the time of them tussling in the forge, taigen has already put aside his prejudices about mizu's blue eyes and no longer finds them as any cause for disgust. but in this scene he's not just indifferent about her eyes, but attracted too it.

and i'd also like to argue that his boner is not from the physical exertion or the act of wrestling itself, but from the intimacy of a playful spar, enjoying each other's easy company after having established a deep trust with each other (taigen endured torture for mizu and helped defend her from archers in the chasm while mizu saved his life from fowler's castle)

and all this while in the safety of mizu's childhood home while both of them are still recovering from near-death, amplifying their vulnerability with each other.

like when was the last time mizu cracked a genuine smile, let alone a laugh that's more than a little wry chuckle?? and for this to happen at such a low point in her life also speaks to the comfort this little friendly spar gives her.

because like, this is after she failed her mission to kill fowler. meanwhile her sword--the embodiment of her soul--is broken, and ringo who is her closest confidant is now angry at her and barely even looks at her. it just further lends to the inherent tenderness and intimacy in this scene. and i just. AHHHH i love them your honour....

* ALSO as a side note about taigen believing mizu to be honourable: he later realises that this assumption turns out to be quite false when she reveals that she'd not only allowed akemi to be taken away against her will but also has said nothing about fowler's impending attack on edo. also i find it very interesting that out of the two revelations, taigen is less angered by mizu letting akemi being married off (he sighs angrily and marches off saying he has to go to edo to find akemi), but much more angered by mizu's refusal to save the shogun and the shogunate as a whole. this is more proof that taigen's central principles are firmly rooted in the bushido and the concept of honour that comes with that. it's why he lashes out at mizu. because he'd believed mizu to be honourable and righteous, but was proven wrong. that's not to say that taigen is in the right for calling mizu a demon, not by any means. but i just find it a very interesting part of his character and it relates to his relationship and perception of mizu

also while rewatching the episode i found this very funny they just lyin there in the cart like this 🧍🏽‍♂️🧍🏽‍♂️

[scarymonsters-andsupercreeps]

𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴bin Higashikata

Got a good laugh out of drawing these

Thanks for the request! 💚

[bloos-bloo]

ToyBox Shamura- My love- My beloved- My favorite little plaything- My sad little worrybox, My little broken record-

WE FINALLY GET A GLIMPSE OF TOYBOX SOZO!! YIIPPEEEE-

It shouldn’t come to a surprise that Shamura has dreams of Sozo, but they can’t remember what he looks like. They only remember his touch- (Tb! Mura is VERY touch starved- They will melt at any touch they receive-)

They can hear his voice, see his body, feel his hands all over them.. but his face is always hidden. Always shattered, broken. Like theirs. They love him- but why-?

I know I said we’d get some TB! Leshy- but I already got an art block on the song I picked- so I’m gonna fix it up and see what I can do 🫡 TRUST-

[arcanegifs]

hehe you're welcome 😌 yall dont forget to worship and appreciate the kirammountains here and here 🙏