Also: In my mind his whole team is Herdier, mightyena, drapion (which I didn’t want to draw so I drew it’s younger self), noctowl (because owl= morpork), rattata, and hippowdon (because of the ankh morpork crest)
@butchbatter you said it— so, uh, meet my wizardhand:>
What else than a hand to deal with more hands ay? A draw handful of them, but this, y'all, is quite handy. To explain my point, I’ll hand out this lil’ drawing to you … I’m sure it’s in good hands, I trust you will handle it as it should.
Ok, I’ll stop—
This is not OFF related, though … but I thought about this all day xD
love you softly. love you unconditionally. love you empathetically. love you with laughter and through tears. love you hopefully. love you wholly. love you without fear. love you happily. love you without shame. love you for no reason at all. love you for you.
i promise, because i love you. and isn’t that wonderful?
My current favorite story is that my old best friend got into the music scene hardcore when he was in like middle school because his parents are super religious and he knew he wasn’t going to be able to go to college or anything, so he learned to play the guitar and he finds so much joy in music and I don’t know if he’s still playing, but I sometimes see him at gigs and he looks so happy I love it.
@yoosungshoodie’s submission! for @suzunesays. I hope everyone enjoys this as much as I did writing it!
“I’ll talk to him. Yeah, that’s what I’ll do.” She told herself in the morning while fixing her obi in her room. “It was probably a mistake. It can’t be that bad, I’ll just talk to him.”
But that didn’t happen. Instead, she spent her morning scrubbing dried rice off bowls from last night and watching the kitchen entrance anxiously, god forbid Toramatsu show up. Though it had been enough to preoccupy her thoughts in the beginning, she could not forget what had kept her up until sunrise.
“Wait. Give me a moment.” Toramatsu did not hear her and continued to stumble towards his chambers, an arm haphazardly thrown around her shoulder. He stayed in the same position with his head hung low for a considerable amount of time while she wondered if she was the right person to be bringing him back to his chambers.
Poor Toramatsu, she thought as she watched him try to still himself. By another one of his impossible whims, Lord Ieyasu had forced him to endure an unending slew of sake to find out how much of a man he was. That much sake might have knocked out even Inuchiyo, yet Toramatsu remained enthusiastic to the end; a flush of pink across his cheeks the only indication of drunkenness.
OMG THANK YOUUUUUUUU!!! Geeehahajdmcndndnd I was SQUEEING with delight the entire time I read this!! What a sweet, sweet present!! I am so happy I got to give a sweet kiss to Toramatsu skskcnksmsbx I CANNOT THANK YOU ENOUGH! @yoosungshoodie
I’M GLAD YOU LIKED IT! I cried a lot of tears writing this alright, Toramatsu is so funny to write.
