not pictured: a compilation video of all of trunks and goten's "what are we" moments
“Ohohohohoh ! What’s wrong Y/N not what you expected ? Hmm ? You’re quite flustered now, do you want me to add more on your hand ? If you’re obedient you might get more than on your hands ~”
Hand holding got wrong.
Hey everyone, so has I said in a previous post currently I’m quite stressed and very anxious about many many things that are going on in my life…so to make those problems disappear for a moment I’m drawing stuff. So here you go, and yes I’m still working on the comic but let’s say the bleach community is taking more time and imagination for the moment…
Anyway hope you like those drawings of Frieza!
ー The scene starts in the hallway of the Sakamaki manor
Yui: ( Actually, we have to hand in an assignment by the beginning of next week, don’t we? )
( It’s a pretty tricky one, I haven’t been able to finish it quite yet. Perhaps I should go to the library sometime soon… )
Yui: …Hm? I believe I heard something fall just now…
Yui: ( Again…It’s coming from the living room, what could it be? I suppose I’ll go have a look. )
Keep reading
Yamcha "Heat Stroke"
Not really one to follow the trends buuuuuuut.....saw this one over at Twitter X and Yamcha came to mind so... Put on the damn sunblock Yamcha! You're stressing poor Puar out.
For the cool dads
"why do you keep calling me that.. my name is Yui.. Y-u-I",
B-i-t-c-h-c-h-a-n. Does it bother you that much? You know that you look even cuter when you’re annoyed, right? Fufu.
so i feel like this should be talked about more
My Lord, do you have any hopes for the kind of person Kuriza will be as an adult?
Happy.
ask lil wayne who the 5 ☆ bitch is
— azusa mukami
Azusa approached your room gently, holding a plate of food in his hand, expecting to meet you. He served your favorite soup, rice, half a loaf of bread, and a tiny dish of chocolate pudding with walnuts on top. He had it meticulously prepared for you with the help of Ruki. He was hoping you'd like it.
“Eve… I.. brought... you food—”
The door squeaked open, his gray-blue eyes searched the room, and as he came to your resting figure, his sentence was cut short and the room became quiet. He softened his gaze and tilted his head slightly.
He admired you.
Even when you're sleeping, you're stunning.
He paused for some time, unsure whether to wake you. He didn't want to wake you up. Because you seemed to be so calm and peaceful.
He gently placed the tray in his hand on the nightstand next to you, then laid down beside you, taking care not to disturb you.
He smiled and closed his eyes with serenity as he felt your warmth. He was constantly eager to embrace you.
To feel your body against his would be his ultimate desire.
He put his arms around you, burying his face in your soft chest with a smile on his face. Hugging you like this, merely staring into your eyes brought joy to his dead heart.
You may hit him, slash him, or otherwise handle him anyway you choose. As long as your soft hands are in touch with him, it doesn't matter what you do to him. No matter how much you irritate him, as long as he hears your endearing voice, it doesn't matter. He doesn't care if you look at him with contempt in your eyes.
As long as you are with him, it doesn't matter what you do to him.
“My eve… even if… you're... not love… me, I will… always... love you.”
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