#theyre uncontrollable

[monosanimegenericzone]

Hunter x Hunter: oh wouldnt you know more fuckin gay >:3

ignore that weird crop on the top one.

they cute

im gay

they gay

whats not to like

close ups for anyone who wants em.

[deoidesign]

when your main characters start dating after years of writing so they finally get to be like this

[corpusdiem-seizethedead]

Husk: Hey, Angel, can you hold this?

Angel: *distracted* Hm? Yeah-

Angel: …

Angel: …this is just your hand?

Husk: Yeah.

Angel: 😳

Angel: *clutches hand tighter*

[kiddokori]

the beauty of no home is that, as a reader, eunyung is soo funny and silly and entertaining to watch that you end up rooting for him a lot and really enjoying when hes around. but as a human being you see him leave his trash out in shared spaces for so long it attracts bugs and go holy shit what the hell. this guy sucks fuck this guy. which i think is exactly what knowing him in real life would be like

[soaps-mohawk]

The mention of Johnny and Reader on leashes has me dying because I was a backpack leash kid and never grew out of it 😭 I'm just picturing Price and Ghost each with a damn leash to keep them from wandering.

My bf has already threatened to bring that back because the second he turns around in the store, im gone. (Likely in the candle or book aisle, let's be honest 😮‍💨)

-🪼

Lmaooo not a leash kid 😭 I was never one thankfully. My mother instilled the dangers of the world in me early and I was a clingy kid lol.

They so would have backpack leashes for Johnny and the reader. Going anywhere? Leashes. They'll so run off and get into trouble if they're not on leashes lol

[no-light-left-on]

corvosider + 3 for mistletoe 👀

I should've drawn them like this forever ago

bonus

accidentally scanned the page with a sticker that came loose from the cover of my sketchbook and I thought its really cute so

[termagax]

a wizard and his gross familiar

[headknight-oh]

How the fuck are you mad at me for exhibiting symptoms of the disorders that I have? Especially after I tell you that doing a certain thing will make said symptom happen? Like motherfucker I warned you this would happen, I said no to the thing that would make the symptom happen MULTIPLE times, and you still get mad at me when you do the thing anyways and I exhibit the symptom I said I would? Bitch?

Brought to you by someone repeatedly pushing for a verbal confrontation in place of a textual confrontation after I said no like 5 times because it would cause an autistic meltdown, and then the got mad at me for having the subsequent autistic meltdown and called me childish. Like motherfucker, I told you no, I knew this would happen, and yet you still refused and made me have a phone call anyway even though I said no. I am so mad

[thestarstoasun]

I just finished seeing the Hadestown musical and I've come to realize that I don't see enough Solangelo as Orpheus and Eurydice. There are a few amazing fics, don't get me wrong, but this trope with them is absolutely perfect. I'd also like the idea of Nico being Orpheus (Obviously minus the music) in the trope. He's experienced so much loss and has finally found someone who loves him completely. (Yes, they still have problems, all couples do. It was touched in tsats, ifykyk how it was resolved.)

I honestly also just want to see them drawn like them, myth or Hadestown. ACTUALLY, OR THE HADES GAME. Like, logically yes, Nico would be Zagreus, but Solangelo as Eurydice and Orpheus from Hades is actually so cute now that I think about it.

[justablah56]

so is now a bad time to say that I've drawn this

[mxxnmxxn9875]

*is actually crying*

I SAW A VLD SHEITH FIC WHEN I WAS JUST SCROLLING THROUGH THE VLD TAG AND KEITH *sobs* HAD QUOTE,

“LEAKY, MILKY TITTIES”

AND IM CRYING NOW BECAUSE I HATE SHEITH THEYR BROTHERS

[sonknuxadow]

stc super sonic fans who have actually read the comics and werehog fans who have actually played/watched sonic unleashed and understood the story we are united in suffering from people getting stuff about our guys wrong

[good-beanswrites]

Could I request "cooking is an art form" with mahiru and presumbly orekoto? I read your Night drabble of those 2 and now the idea of a potential friendship has been stuck in my mind for days, that was probably the sweetest interpretation of him I've seen! Mahiru can't cook in the current state she's in though so I guess orekoto could act as her hands...?

Ah thank you so much!! I was so worried about doing Orekoto justice, that's so exciting you enjoyed 😭 We still don't have a ton of characterization for him, so bear with me, but I absolutely loved writing this. Thank you so much for the request -- with food playing such an important role in Mahiru's story/symbolism, and the pair's unique relationship, this made me so crazy to think about !!!

The knife twirled through Mikoto’s hands. He brought it down with a grunt. Emotion pulsed through his veins. He went back for another swipe, much harder than necessary. He wiped spatter from his face.

“You’re making a mess.” Mahiru observed from behind. 

He glanced back to find her scowling at the tomato he was taking out his frustration on. “Who gives a shit? We’re not on cleanup duty.” 

He wasn’t supposed to be on cooking duty, either. It was Mahiru’s night according to their usual rotation, but she was in no shape to do any physical activity. Mikoto must have volunteered, and also gotten into some fight about it, because now there he stood: angry at an unknown source, full of adrenaline, and worst of all, in charge of tonight’s curry.

“I suppose…” Mahiru said. “I think that’s Muu tonight, I’ll apologize to her later.”

It was unsettling, how she remained positively cheery as she walked him through each step of the recipe, despite her current condition and his bad attitude. Not that he’d ever turn his anger on her. Mikoto approved of her, and that was enough for him. She’d been going through so much at the hands of their common enemy, he wouldn’t say a single thing against her. Even as she tested his temper with her cooking instructions.

“No, no!” With her good hand, she tugged on the side of his uniform. “You have to turn the carrot as you cut it. Like -- yes, like that!”

Mikoto rolled his eyes as he did what he was told. “It’s all going to get cooked together anyways, it’s not a big deal.”

“It is! You have to take your time with things like this.” She placed her hand over her heart. “It’s about the process, not just the final product. Cooking is an art form!”

“It’s about the final product to me. I’m fucking starving.” 

She was briefly distracted with the next set of instructions, telling him how to combine everything over how much heat. When she returned to the topic, her lighthearted voice was laced with a bit of desperation. “I mean it, there’s something magical about pouring your heart into something for someone else. Putting in your time. A little finesse here and there.”

“I know what it’s like to do something for someone else -- and there is absolutely no finesse involved. Or potatoes.” He gestured to the cut pieces before dumping everything into the pot over the stove.

“One of the most universal love languages is food, you know? People make meals and treats for their loved ones in every culture, in every time.” 

“They do a lot of other things, too.”

“You went to art school, you understand. This is an expression of yourself!”

“It’s a waste of time.”

“It’s the surest way to help someone!”

“That’s a load of bullshit.”

There was a pause. Then a nervous laugh. Then, “yeah.” As she dropped into more uncharacteristic silence, he stole a glance at her. 

Tears poured from her eyes. 

“Mahiru?” Fuck, he didn’t mean to make her cry.

“It is.” she hiccuped. “I thought… I thought it could save him. I made this big meal… I thought… But I was so stupid…”

She buried her face in her hands, offering weak apologies for the sudden outburst. He threw the lid over the pot before stepping back to her.

“Hey, hey. Come on. Don’t cry.” It was a command rather than a comfort. 

She didn’t listen. She just continued sobbing and blubbering on. “It was all stupid, worthless… I should have known…”

He crouched by the wheelchair. There didn’t even seem to be anything wrong, they’d just been talking about food. Why was she such a mess? He gave an impatient sigh. No reaction. What was Mikoto’s nickname for her again? “Listen, Mappi --”

She snapped her head up to look at him. 

Her teary eyes flicked all over his face, making him scowl. “What?”

“Oh.” Her shoulders relaxed, though her breath still hitched. “Sorry. You said… and well… I thought you’d gone away. I want you to stay.” She took his hand. “You.”

His eyes narrowed. “Why?”

“Because you understand me.” 

He did not. Like, at all. But he kept his mouth shut.

Thankfully, she was too talkative not to explain herself. “You love someone very much. That love turned out to be dangerous -- deadly. And you weren’t forgiven for it.” She pressed her lips together, suppressing the wave of emotion that almost overcame her. “And now we’re both getting what we deserve for it.”

“Like hell we are.” He felt the spark of rage again. “Neither of us deserve any of this shit, okay?”

“But --”

“No.” He glared at her. That familiar fire rose up inside him. “I’m tired of all your speeches and optimistic crap. You’re always falling over yourself for others. You’re pathetic. This place is hell, so you need to get your shit together and act like it. You might be willing to forgive the others, you might be able to treat them with that stupid sweetness all the time, but no one’s going to do the same for you. Stop letting them fuck with you.”

She gaped at him. He realized he’d leaned in very close. He prepared himself for more tears, or maybe some cowering away from him. Good. Mikoto didn’t need people like her who would convince him this verdict was deserved. He didn’t need any of these people. It was fine to push them all away.

Mahiru surprised him by leaning over. Her head rested on his chest. “It’s hard. It’s so hard, Mikoto. But… I’ll try.”

His attention was quickly ripped away by a hissing behind him. He yanked himself away from her to run to the curry, which was bubbling and burning and spilling out of the pan all over the stovetop. 

With an outpouring of profanities and clattering of dishes, he cleaned the sad remains of dinner off the burner. When he looked back at Mahiru, she had dabbed at her eyes and composed herself slightly. 

“It’s okay,” she said, “I’ll pick something easier you can make instead.”

“Nah, I’ll make more curry. Tell me how much of everything again.” 

“A-alright.” 

His agitation slowly faded as she began her gentle instructions again. Though he had just tore her apart for it, he was grateful for her patience with everyone around her. He probably could have left, then, seeing how calm the kitchen became. But he wasn’t risking ruining the meal a second time with an unexpected switch. 

And maybe Mahiru’s words still played through his mind.

The food was back on the stove in no time. He stood diligently next to it. They’d lapsed into a content silence. He still didn’t know what had set her off earlier, but wasn’t about to ask questions.

Mahiru had regained her usual bright smile. “Hey, when I get better, I’ll cook something for you, okay? I think you don’t appreciate cooking because no one’s made something special for you before. I want to do that.”

He sneered. “Heh, sure. And I’ll let you in on my preferred art form.” His words were layered with sarcasm. By now, she could guess that included destroying things by putting all of one’s might behind a powerful swing. 

But she giggled, completely unfazed. “Well, friendship is about give and take, right? I’d love to try.”

[cherry-shipping]

here we have it. the result of 5 years of drawing expeirence at its very peak. the fruits of my labor never tasted so sweet Also the bottom one is my fuckig magnum opus

[berryunho]

how I feel randomly bursting into tears everytime i remember ateez is at coachella rn

[afterthelambs]

im thinking shuake Notebook AU where akechi writes akira 365 letters but he never gets them because akira moved out of leblanc by then, and then years later when they finally confront they have that "it wasn't over, it still isnt over" moment and kiss in the rain like they deserve, the end