not a Gentleman.

A little bit of my art. Multifandom but mainly jjk and some other stuff. he/him

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I'm Elias, I mostly make fanart, I'm in a lot of fandoms and that's pretty much it!

You can check out my carrd for more information!

ely's place

a place where u can find me and get to know me better

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just encouraging the birthday boy to celebrate in his birthday suit~ 🍰

oh c’mon I’ll buy you another shirt—why are you grabbing your cleaver

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Art comm/gift I did for a friend!

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A short comic of my Papamin AU!

Huh, what a strange resemblance, isn't it?

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I'm glad...

that this isn't your last memory of me.

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You're an idiot, come and kiss me

A little zoom and some details

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Random doodles of the month!! This university thing is driving me crazy 💔, But we do what we can.

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Some doodles of my AU that I made yesterday heh

Yuuji had never cried in kindergarten, and yet he felt close to doing so. While he watched most of his classmates having fun with their parents, he sat alone, quietly in his spot, swinging his legs on a chair that, even though it was meant for children, was too big for him. His teacher would come over to him every so often, asking if he wanted anything or if he was feeling okay. All he got in response was a yes or a no. Why lie? The boy was stubborn too; he didn’t want to admit that he felt a little sad, that in some way he envied the others, seeing them all with their dads, moms, uncles, whatever—besides, among his classmates, he was the only one who only had a dad. Until that moment, he had never felt the need to have two; he had never wondered if there was anyone else he could call dad or mom, where he or she might be, or what they looked like. His little heart ached as he watched the others having fun while he sat there, waiting for the only person he had in his life, staring at the classroom door as he tried to swallow his tears, blindly trusting that at any moment it would open and he would see Nanami walk in.

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Two people who met in the summer, perhaps there's a chance between them

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I need someone to give Yuji the hug he couldn’t get from Nanami i’m so serious

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“gojo-san,,,are you,,,okay?”

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Some doodles of my AU that I made yesterday heh

Yuuji had never cried in kindergarten, and yet he felt close to doing so. While he watched most of his classmates having fun with their parents, he sat alone, quietly in his spot, swinging his legs on a chair that, even though it was meant for children, was too big for him. His teacher would come over to him every so often, asking if he wanted anything or if he was feeling okay. All he got in response was a yes or a no. Why lie? The boy was stubborn too; he didn’t want to admit that he felt a little sad, that in some way he envied the others, seeing them all with their dads, moms, uncles, whatever—besides, among his classmates, he was the only one who only had a dad. Until that moment, he had never felt the need to have two; he had never wondered if there was anyone else he could call dad or mom, where he or she might be, or what they looked like. His little heart ached as he watched the others having fun while he sat there, waiting for the only person he had in his life, staring at the classroom door as he tried to swallow his tears, blindly trusting that at any moment it would open and he would see Nanami walk in.

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Inspired by something I saw on Twitter!!

And some of my nanago interpretation of it!!

Inspiration here

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Art trend I saw on Twitter!!

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[noodles-and-tea]

(Said with the same cadence as “Will you come to my cottage this summer”)

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"Perhaps this was the best moment of his life, perhaps this was worth being his last memory..."

“Goodbye, Satoru,” as if it were the last time they would ever see each other, because it would be; this was the last time they saw each other. He felt his heart tear apart. He looked down, following the grains of sand sliding from his pants to the ground. Perhaps he wanted the last thing on his mind to be the sand still falling, as if that day would never end, thinking that he never let him go, but he did. That day, he let Gojo vanish into the crowd.

He dared to take one last look at Gojo, perhaps his mind could give him something to hold on to, an image of his back, his hair, white, tousled, perhaps even tangled.

Did he really want his last memory to be a pile of sand on the sidewalk? God, he would hate himself for the rest of his existence, if he had anything left ahead of him.

A fragment of my fic, which I will publish soon, as always, was translated with google, I'm so sorry if it's weird 😔😭

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"Is this a custom of the ludex of Fontaine, to smell the guests?"

"You have a scent I've only ever smelled at sea, why?"