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I didn't feel like getting my sketchbook out, day four of ChuuyaWeek 2024 is done

[SFW] Day Four: Human

#my art #artists on tumblr #art #artwork #bungou stray dogs #bsd chūya #chuuyaweek2024 #chuuya nakahara #nakaharachuuya #bsd chuuya #bungou stray dogs chuuya #fem chuuya #female chuuya

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Aggressively preparing a 7 page essay

Happy International Asexuality Day!

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Shhh, he's gaming...

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Niff, the anon is just blowin' hot air, just don't listen to them, alright?

SIR-

NIFFTY TRIED TO STAB U

AND U THINK SHE IS A 10/10?!

ARE U INSANE?!

"Ah, thou seem mistaken. She didn't attempt to stab me; rather, she inquired about it. And she graciously accepted my refusal... more or less. Niffty is indeed a delightful little troublemaker, reminiscent of my own youthful antics."

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NEW ASK BLOG!

I like Hazbin Hotel, I like Angel, so I thought why not combine the two? Introducing @angel-the-dust, a new roleplay asks blog I made out of boredom. If anyone asks a question there (obviously following the rules on the pinned post), then a corresponding answer will follow. I really gotta stop letting Tumblr persuade me I swear to Adam-

Link directly to the blog (bc why not): https://www.tumblr.com/angel-the-dust/748837009061183488/introduction-refined-hello-this-is-a-blog-run?source=share

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel angel #angel dust #ask blog #ask angel dust #hazbin angel

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I'm taking part in Chuuya Week 2024, but I'm kinda late so I had to catch up on day one and two. I'm going to just do this traditionally because burnout is fun and school is gonna be the death of me :)

Day one: Loyalty

Day two: Language of Flowers

Day three: Found family

#chuuya nakahara #bsd chuuya #bsd art #chuuya week 2024 #Chuuyaweek2024 #fanime events #prompts #BSD #Chuuya Werk 2024 #Nakahara Chuuya

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Something stupid

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PLEASE I BEG. I'LL QUITE LITERALLY REBLOG ALL MENTIONS OF ART OF MY OCS.

“May I please draw your OC?”

Reblog this message if you encourage anyone that wants to draw your OC to do so.  No need to ask for permission in advance.

Go for it.  Draw my OC.  If you want, I’ll even give you reference posts.  Go to town on it.

You are welcome to draw my OC and surprise me with the result.  Seriously.  In fact, I encourage it.  I will proudly display whatever it is you submit to me regarding my OC.  There is a chance that I will squeal about it for several days.

Even if you feel you aren’t good at whatever artistic adventure it is you do, please feel free to submit it to me.  I want to see what you have done.

#art #feel free to reblog #feel free to draw #PLEASE #no permission #Do me as well!!!!!!!!!! #always feel free :3 #don't forget to tag me if you do! i wanna see :3

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I LOVE THIS

I'm Craving Open Air and Solid Ground

atsushi & kunikida centric (platonic), canon divergent

sneak peek of the current fic i'm writing!! inspired by a post i just made (the brainworms took over😔) it's an AU where atsushi managed to leave the orphanage earlier and ends up being taken in by kunikida, a 16-year-old runaway. this is the first fic ive written that's going to be 1k+ words (though this little snippet is around 800) & will probably have a sequel :D i'm posting the full thing next week! also, if anyone guesses what book nana is a reference to, u get a cookie

When Kunikida turns sixteen, despite his situation, he has a few things going for him.

He's found a place to stay, for one. The man who owns it is always wreathed in cigarette smoke, but he hadn't asked for any identification; just gave Kunikida the room and asked him to keep the noise down. It was why he'd come to the sketchier part of Yokohama—here, no one bothered to check his identity. No one wondered why he was all alone. He was free.

And wasn't that a thought?

When he'd first ran away, a year back, Kunikida hadn't been nervous about them finding him. Hell, his parents had kicked him out of their house. They wouldn't look for him—nobody would. Surviving on the streets hadn't fazed him much either.

(Everyone around him had wondered why he'd gotten into so many fights, why someone as smart and obedient as him was beating bullies into the dirt, and he didn't know how to explain that liking authority and liking order were different things, and protecting people was more important than any symbol of power.)

He was good at surviving on his own. His scabbed-over knuckles and torn jacket were proof of that. It was why, when he walked down the dirty back alleys, he wasn't worried about getting jumped.

Kunikida wasn't an idiot. He knew this part of Yokohama was notorious for its gangs, and the Port Mafia's shadow loomed above them all, from the weakest child to the most hardened criminal. These passages, built from crumbled brick and cardboard, were prime spots to be targeted. But it was mid-afternoon, and the Port Mafia usually left him alone, so he continued walking. Besides, the cats would want to see him.

Shards of glass crunched under tall combat boots as he walked, and the scent of mold filled the air as he walked under tall buildings, awnings blocking the sun, but he didn't mind; he's walked this path so many times he could do it in the dead of night, with only the light of a cigarette flickering against brick walls to illuminate the way, and only the squeaking of rats to keep him company.

Something moved in the dimness to his right. Kunikida glanced in that direction, but didn't change his posture. It was one of the cats: Nana. There were many cats that lived in this alley, shielded from the elements, but Nana was his favorite. He was the first to approach Kunikida, those few months back. It had been injured by a car and crawled its way into a cardboard box in this very alleyway. Kunikida had cleaned it up, and just like that, he'd had a new friend. It was named Nana, nine in Japanese, after the shape of its tail, which was bent at the top, like the Japanese kanji. Checking in on the alley cats had quickly become a new part of his schedule, something that he followed religiously. (Kunikida doesn't like obeying, doesn't like obedience, but this isn't the result of some authority figure pushing their judgment onto him; he trusts himself more than he does one of those, anyway.)

It crept out of its box, slinking closer.

Kunikida holds out a piece of tuna—the remnants of his last dinner, two days before. "Hello, there."

The alleyway was silent save for the quiet sounds of a tail swishing. 

He reaches out a hand and waits. Nana inches forward—tentative, like a rat crawling out of a hole. It presses its face into his hand.

Kunikida smiles faintly. "You're a strange one, aren't you?"

The cat peers up at him—

And something moves out of the corner of his eye. Nana jumps up and leaves quickly, dashing for the exit.

Kunikida spins around, suddenly anxious, hands raised. It wasn't the first time he'd needed to fight someone in an alleyway—and then he pauses.

There was someone in the box behind him. A child, to be specific.

Its eyes remind him of the cat he had just been petting. Eyes that currently stare up at him from a hollowed face, painted with terror.

Kunikida frowns down at him—he has a clear enough view to assume that it's a him. "Hello? What are you doing here? A bit too young to be out on your own, don't you think?"

That was probably a little hypocritical. But, this child was even younger than he was, and obviously didn't know how to fend for himself. If Kunikida had to guess, he'd say he was around 10 or so.

Still, it is a child. A clearly starving child who might need his help. So he crouches down at eye level, softening his voice—as much as he knows how to—and says, "I don't have any real food with me, just raw tuna, but there's a restaurant near here. Would you like something to eat?"

Again, the kid doesn't speak, just stares up at Kunikida with those large, unblinking eyes. He suppresses a sigh.

And then—slowly, like someone might hurt him if he moved too fast—the kid gives a silent nod.

Kunikida gets up with a huff. "Well then? Follow me."

He does.

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"im being bulied send help" - @vercruva

So I'm in class right now with the love of my life, and she was guessing what my favorite Ghost and Pals song was from a playlist I made. She was guessing until she got to Rotary Dial. She pronounced rotary "ro-tary" (or roe-terry, however you wanna spell it), and for the past three minutes I was laughing so hard without making that annoying wheeze sound.

She said "I'm being bullied, bullied by my own partner" while I was struggling to breathe. I'm not posting this here to make fun of them, no, never, I'm posting this here because it's my favorite moment of today with them alongside seeing her in first period. I love you sweetpea :)

Now for random things that they said today that I love:

Parallel-play: When we sit together and not talk to each other, but we sit together and love each other's presence

"Depression can be the dark"

She said that she was like a small cat wanting attention and I apparently stepped on the cat while making this post WHILE MID LAUGH-CRY :)

"She's sort and silly" - Her reading the tags

:) I love this human being

#silly girlfriend moment #i love her so much #her mispronunciations are so cute #khfkldhfklshdflkhelkfhklfkosdhf #friendly relationship bullying #platonic teasing #relationship #sillyposting #silly girlfriend #shes short and silly

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Corruption coded

Made the worst brownies ever created just now

#corruption coded #tma #the magnus archives

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Ah yes, the two dads and Dazai

*Tragic trio mentioned*

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KUNIKIDA OWES US MONEY

I keep forgetting i have a tumblr account too

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OH MY GOD I FOUND IT :D

I’m A Lesbiab

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rough jontim animatic as a little treat

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yippee!!!

can i get a yippee for leg hair

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Either way, do not open :)

More memes cos this man was a legend