bro the P;EG fandom are my ppl specially on tumblr like warnings for spoilers AND fellow ppl who ship my otp(kaimon)? PLUS SO MANY INTRESTING THEORIES TOO LIKE- I love yall yall slay π«Ά
chat help I may or may not have gotten my friend and by extension my whole class in trouble by accident help
I didn't even go to school today πππ
BEN APPRECIATION FUCK YEAH
someone give ben a raise heβs working overtime
This took way longer than it should have-
Uhm anyway I didn't want to actually color her because it had already taken so long so I just opted for a pink-ish grayscale version so uh
Have strawberry mizuki ig lol
HELP WHYS IS THIS SO TRUE LIKE HE'S EVERYWHERE
you can never escape natsuki hanae
Chat help why is developing a character so hard like how tf would I know what makes this pathetic piece of shit angry in an instant π
"If Hanahaki Was Real"
'If hanahaki was real,' thought the brunette as they stared into the distance
'I don't think I'd have survived.'
The signs start with that pit in your stomach, The seed of the disease slowly growing and planting roots.
"Hey dude, you ok?" I come to my senses, Looking at the concerned person with short black hair sitting behind me.
The roots spread all around you, Your mind, Your blood cells, Your soul, Your heart.
A moment of staring passes, I decide to be truthful with my answer.
And it starts feasting on your life force, Chowing down your will to live, Replacing it with a desire.
"Truth be told, No, Not really at all." I slightly shake my head, A tired smile adorning my face.
"Why don't you come sit next to me? Isn't it lonely sitting by yourself in the row?" They comment. Mentioning the fact that I'm the only one of my friends to be sitting behind them.
And even if I appreciate the offer...
A desire of that persons love.
I'd rather be closer to them.
Ah love.
The spiritual form of all those flowers blooming in ones body.
As time passes, Despite my eyes opening up a slight bit, I feel a need to spit my guts out.
But those flowers grow with the affection you harbour towards them.
They need space.
As I get closer to the bathroom, I feel a familiar sense of things rushing up my throat.
But...
And when they don't have enough space,
This time...
They are left with no choice,
It feels different...
Other than to overflow.
.
.
.
'Hanahaki isn't real,' I say to myself.
'But these soft blue rose petals coming out of my throat are.'
predictions for haruka third voice drama if he turns out to be alive (perhaps unlikely):
1. es and haruka throw bricks at each other
2. es: "hey. sorry for voting muu guilty after you said you would kill yourself if i did. just wanted to let you know that suicide is never the answer and. that people care about you"
haruka: "who else could care about me other than muu?"
es: *audibly vibrating at the thought of having to be emotionally vunerable*: People.
art of my oc Arthur as Jessica Rabbit (+ a lil chibi of my other oc Cristain <3)
Is it my best piece ever? No. Do I like it? YES
(Note: I did add some accessories because arthur would ABSOLUTELY add more accessories wether it was part of the og fit or not, also I drew this from memory so somethings besides the pearls might be off)
I keep on thinking of Saiki k when I see her because her names saike ππ β¨οΈ
Here's a version without the power thing on her hand: