#whatever gay bugs

[5hrignold]

YESSS ANOTHER BUGBO AND GERBO FAN im glad you enjoyed my art! i feel like their dynamic is v sweet somehow... its underrated i think

YES!!! absolutely theyre underrated as fuck. there’s so many little moments that make it so clear that they love and care about eachother so much and how even though they seem different they’re so similar in their goals and beliefs and the more time they spend together they both realise that too. like bugbo goes from seeing gerbo for the first time and thinking “what a simple-minded guy” to realising he’s ALSO super strong on and doing the right thing and morals and rules n stuff but he’s just more laid-back and less abrupt and bugbo actually coming to really admire gerbo and want to be more like him for that reason . Bleh

[weevilsdaily]

happy pride to all you weevils out there! x

[elizabeths-storytime]

Some thoughts about how Team 10 does their hair

[ouroborosreilig]

ok i haven't been drawing lately so you guys can take my billion of moth laichi doodles from jan

[otome-dissection]

Thinking about how in Mine's rggo story, Daigo tells him to stop calling him "Chairman Dojima" because it's too formal, and Mine goes on to call him "Daigo-san" for pretty much the rest of his screentime like ever

But in the final minutes of y3, after Daigo wakes up, and before Mine dies, he goes back to calling him specifically and Only "Chairman" (会長)

Like. Mine still called him "Daigo-san" in the cutscenes before this, even during the lead up to his fight with Kiryu, even when he had a gun pointed at Daigo's head, throughout his entire plan in yakuza 3 where he Knew one of his end goals was going to be Daigo's death.

But when he realizes that Daigo was going to live, that he was going to kill him even though he "isn't ready to die yet" he stops thinking that he has earned even that bit of Daigo's respect. The last time he ever speaks to Daigo he goes back to using exclusively formal terms while he goes to carry out (what he believes is) his only viable form of redemption. Man whatever I don't even care

[lemonlimestar]

everything i say falls away

[foxett]

Holy flip!! Fully colored suntan post?? Decently done grass??? Someone pinch me (day 10 suntan)

[novelconcepts]

feel like i have followed you for like, most of my adolescent and teenage life on this void app so i am incredibly validated by your tags on my agatha all along post, thanks for Getting It but also i feel like given that you’ve been on tumblr probably as long as i have, we’ve seen it all lmao

Your points are all valid! I hate that while watching a really interesting, well-put together episode of a show I love, I thought, god the internet will be insufferable about this for a week. That shouldn’t have been the vibe at all. Obviously certain elements of storytelling will speak more to different people, and that’s the joy of the craft, but I get so irritated watching entire pieces of art trashed because the story doesn’t 100% suit the viewer. Slight twist on the topic, but it’s how I feel when people go “season two of Yellowjackets SUCKED because my fave had a bad time” or “this adaptation is trash because it left out my personal favorite detail”. A story can go south because of bad storytelling, but there’s a difference between “bad” and “wasn’t for me”, and I wish folks would accept that nuance with a little less hostility.

[bearofohu]

my bugs...my 9 yaoi bugs.

[mr-aftons-rotting-pussy]

TRAGIC: beautiful william afton post suddenly unrebloggable after mentioning minor thing that doesnt fit canon characterization

[leftoverbriocheloaf]

11 for the ask game <333

Ok I have the brain of a goldfish but I think I posted this snippet before so if I did then I apologize 😭😭 In this one for context Poe is Montresor <3

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“Are you insane?”

“No,” Ranpo scoffed, offended. Who was this guy to question the legitimacy of his ideas? “I’m very sane, thank you very much.”

“Well, you don’t sound it,” the assassin hissed, pinching the bridge of his nose. Ranpo wanted to argue, and he definitely could have, but unfortunately, they had a time limit.

He did, however, continue to watch in amused fascination as the man went through what looked like the five stages of grief in all of ten seconds. Honestly, he hadn’t thought this would be so entertaining. Maybe he should have tracked someone down to fake his death earlier.

“So,” the man tried, leaning back onto the shoddy wooden table. It was the only piece of furniture in the room, because that was what you got for three copper at an inn these days. Well, there was the bed too, but neither of them were touching that. “You want to hire me to… what?”

“To kill me, obviously,” Ranpo groaned. Apparently, even the best of assassins was still dumber than he was. Well, that was stating the obvious, but still. He hoped that taking all of that effort to track down this one in particular wouldn't go to waste.

“I’m– I’m sure you can find something to live for…?”

Maybe he found the wrong guy. There's no way this was Montresor, the man who was considered the most dangerous assassin on this side of the continent. Ranpo could hardly envision him talking back to someone at the market, much less murder dozens in cold blood.

But, obviously, Ranpo was never wrong, so this had to be him.

Maybe his awkwardness was an act?

It would make sense, but Ranpo could tell that wasn't right. Either way, it worked. If making him seem downright pathetic was "working." Ranpo was sure nobody but himself would have believed that this scaredy-cat of a man was an assassin. And he wasn't trying too hard to blend in either. Though Ranpo wasn't sure if he could have, being six feet tall with bangs long enough to reach the tip of his nose. 

The man was still talking about alternatives, "You could, um, travel? Or change professions?"

“Are you dumb?” Ranpo asked, snorting when the assassin looked offended. “I don’t actually want you to kill me. Just to pretend you did.”

The man scrunched his nose in offense, "I don't fake my kills."

"Now's as good a time as any to start, then."

"I'm not letting some trespassing—"

"Are you really talking about trespassing? That's like the least of your crimes."

"—pompous, wannabe detective change my job description!"

"Hey! I'm an actual detective, mind you."

Montresor raised an eyebrow, and Ranpo huffed.

"Would a wannabe know that you're currently trying to flee the city because your most recent kill caused more of an upheaval than you thought it would? Or that you're having trouble because of the increased security and carriage inspections?"

The assassin's glare turned cold, and Ranpo smirked, "See? I have a solution for both of us. I get you out—"

Ranpo clapped.

"—And you take me with you."

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But YEAH we got another royal au!! Poe is an assassin (obviously) and I named him Montresor as a cover name bc thats a character in the Cask of Amontillado and I thought that was cool lmao

Ngl this one is kind of a road trip fic except there are no cars and they have to take a carriage so the road trip lasts a WHILE and they're forced to interact with each other 😭😭

Ty for the ask!!! <3

[feline-evil]

I have the brain of a fallow deer i think because when i look at my beloved wrestleboys (or really any incredibly huge buff person) i feel the instinctive response in my brain of holy fuck this guy could eat me. Like i am some sort of prey animal. What's wrong with me. It contributes to the sense of awe when watching the sport but it's also another sign to never ever ever go to real life events lest i bolt in panic and dash in front of a passing Subaru.

[xisanamii]

i've attained a level of "canon divergence within canon divergence" . anyway under the read more is a mini script i wrote for this situation cuz they all nerds

Liu Wei: A-Xiang, what is thee doing here? Did Coach not task you with greeting the rest of Kaijo's team? Erika: I did that already. (turning to Himuro) Otome-senpai, here. Himuro: Hm? Erika: (hands him a stack of letters) Himuro: Ah, sorry for the trouble. Erika: (shrugs) Better than having them disturb practice. Himuro: I do feel bad about troubling you all the time with this. Erika: I mean, it's not like you haven't tried cleaning your locker out I assume. Moriyama: (pokes his head in) Locker? Liu Wei: (glances down) The locker of Himuro shall always be filled with the pinings of those who have fallen into the trap of love. Moriyama: !!! Himuro: (having a bad feeling of deja vu) Well, Erika-chan, maybe we should meet Coach-- Moriyama: Himuro-san! Hold on a minute! Himuro: ... yes? Moriyama: You never told me that you get love letters every day! Himuro: (sighs) Erika: (raises an eyebrow) You know him? Himuro: Know is a strong word. Liu Wei: (shaking head) Truly, it is an endeavor one must strive to achieve. That thee's lockers are this full to the point that A-Xiang shall be acting as a messenger. Moriyama: (gasp) Those girls are so dedicated that they'd sneak into into the boys' locker room?! Erika: (snorts in amusement) Himuro: Wha -- no, Yosen has school lockers, like the ones in America. Liu Wei: After all, we shall be pining for the intermingling of cultures, and a Western-style architecture and education in the coldest regions of Akita. Erika: He has two lockers, mind you. One like the ones in America, and the getabako. Both are always stuffed to the brim with letters. Himuro: (mutters) It's not always-- Moriyama: (turning to Liu Wei) Liu! Liu Wei: (appears to have a moment of understanding) Himuro: E-- Moriyama & Liu Wei: (surrounds Himuro) Himuro: ?! Moriyama: Please teach us how to receive letters like you do!! Himuro: Why-- Moriyama: It has to be you! Sensei!!! When we last talked about this, you had nothing but wisdom for me! Liu Wei: Yes. It shall be the sin of selfishness should thee declare this to be an act of secrecy. Himuro: I really don't-- MoriLiu: PLZ!!!! Himuro: (helplessly smiling) Erika-chan, whenever you're done laughing, I'd love some help on fending them off. Erika: Love, hm? Like a love letter? Himuro: Th-- Erika: Your request may take a few days seeing as I'm backlogged on delivering your love letters. MoriLiu: Himuro-sensei!!! Himuro: (a deep, long, soulful sigh) How am I supposed to give advice about something I don't even want...

[captainbuzzard]

was clearing out my phone's gallery and once again realized how much art i never posted here, so here's a stijn strongbody!

[ID: a digital line drawing of Stijn Strongbody, a middle aged Japanese man with four sheep's horns, and, barely visible before the canvas cuts off, four arms. he holds a pencil in one hand as he looks off to one side with a good-natured, contemplative expression.]

[lemonlimestar]

fools rush in

[peridots-pixiwolf]

sketches from @mipexch 's whiteboard a couple days ago!!

also feat. a very small reference to @onlineviolence :]