#ok byeeeeeeeee

[cyanfacade]

roathe if his life went wrong the other way... with garuda serum

face closeup. decided to give him the marazhai style ponytail from one of his concepts

and no accessories version i was too lazy to do alt color for:

[menelvagor]

ANyway, if you have interest in a queer af disaster child Nori lmk.

[sage-way]

okkkkkk people that pay attention to me I’m gonna be outta town for like a day or two and there will be no internet sooo byeeeeeee

[hhawkeye]

[birthdaymassacrez]

Hiiiiiiiiieeee [friendly] i redid dese cus i felt liek it!!!!! Dese r still, 4 CBM :3

[excaliefur]

Katherine: here you go, a nice cup of coffee!

Cathy: it’s cold.

Katherine: nice cup of coffee!

Cathy: it tastes terrible, and I’ve eaten months old food.

Katherine: cup of coffee!

Cathy: it doesn’t even taste like coffee?!

Katherine: cup!

Cathy: it’s in a bowl?!!!

[sswampprincess]

sucking on the weed pen during my 5 min study break, like a responsible aduuuuuuuuuuuult

[skullreaped]

Three years. Three years he's been trying to find Neku and in the end Beat is still useless. In the end, Neku saves him, just as he's always done.

Beat keeps looking at him; subtle glances from the corner of his eye, making sure he's still there. The rest of the team is still asleep and, despite the years of catching up they need to do, despite very much needing to fill Neku in on what's going on in this new Game, Beat is uncharacteristically silent as they wait for the others to wake.

Or is he? Three years is a long time for a person to change. How has he changed since the last time they met? How has Neku changed? Finally he opens his mouth to speak, but the words catch in his throat when he sees Neku had the same idea. Both close their mouths again. Both remain silent.

And then @psychreaped finally says his name.

       Beat, I—

Before he realizes what he's doing, Beat's moving towards him. His hands find the sides of Neku's face and he's pulling him in and then Beat's lips are on his—like he should have done when he had the chance three years ago—and it's electric. He'd felt it yesterday, too, when Neku helped him up yesterday. He's always felt the tug of their pact, but the touch makes it ignite. It's fire and lightning in his veins; two hearts beating in unison, in sync. Three years. Three fucking years he's been searching. And even if Beat didn't actually find Neku himself, he's here. He's here. It's the flood of relief, amplified one-hundredfold, the surprise, the shock, the panic—

❝ Fuck! Shit! Sorry, 'm sorry! I didn'— I-I mean— ❞

Heat floods his face, burning all the way to the tips of his ears, a brighter shade than the inner red of his hoodie. He immediately retreats three steps, four, stumbling a little over his own feet. Unsure what to do with his hands now that they're not holding the other boy's face, he jams them into his pockets and balls them into fists.

❝ I jus'... I was gonna do dat before— ❞ Before he was shot. Before he was taken. Before he was forgotten. Before, before, before. And Neku's only been back for less than a full day and now is not the time to be kissing. He has his own shit to unpack first and there's the Game and fuck Beat is such an ass.

❝ Sorry, ❞ he mumbles again. ❝ Jus'... forget it. ❞