#mocfith

It's Love and Healthy Relationship Week, and I drew some pictures of beautiful men in love for the occasion

/By now, you've all guessed that I've built my whole stupid life on this type, yes ---

Okay, I've had quite a few songs piled up lately for one of my otp so I decided to put it all together in one big playlist

- You have 'kiss me' written on your lips, what else do you think I should do?"

/A very romantic mood came over me, which later turned into this drawing of my second favorite cartoon otp

"My dear blacksmith, forge my heart in a new way,

And don't spare the cold water to harden it for anything! -

I'm very much afraid that feelings may one day come back

And scatter my spirit into dozens and hundreds of separate pieces...

My dear blacksmith, I pray you, light a fire quickly.

Make it hot, so that you hear the moaning of the furnace! -

In this flame the "Grey-eyed King" will soon burn,

But we'll be silent about what's to come, and we'll be silent about it.

Forge, blacksmith, while it is hot,

If it's heart, it shall be a sword!

If it was pain, it shall be the ash!

Forge, blacksmith, I have waited so long...

My dear blacksmith, I have not slept for three nights in a row,

And it's as if the earth's hardness is upon my shoulders.

Maybe someone and somewhere is immensely happy about it,

But on this question I have long known one not simple answer...

Forge, blacksmith, while it is hot,

If it's heart, it shall be a sword!

If it was pain, it shall be the ash!

Forge, blacksmith, I have waited so long...

Forge, blacksmith, while it is hot,

If it's heart, it shall be a sword!

If it was pain, it shall be the ash!

Forge, blacksmith, I have waited so long...

Dear blacksmith, I don't know what I'm doing...

And there's more than a hop in my veins, -

I ask you to finish your difficult work,

That I may be reborn again in the cold of winter's blizzards!

Forge, blacksmith, while it is hot,

If it's heart, it shall be a sword!

If it was pain, it shall be the ash!

Forge, blacksmith, I have waited so long!

Forge, blacksmith, while it is hot,

My heart in my ribs will burst into a flame!

The pain of the past is no more!

Forge, blacksmith, while it is hot!

Forge, blacksmith, while it is hot!

Forge, blacksmith, while it is hot!"

- No! What are you? My shoulders are stronger than any wooden stepladder!"

I finally got my hands on them 🤲🤲🤲

After that, I had the idea of imagining a situation where Thriffith decided to go fishing with El Moco. They didn't have a good fishing trip, though, and that was because the moment El Moco arrived at the appointed time, at the bridge over the big lake, Thriffith caught a big fish…. or rather, it caught him. When Thriffith wanted to say hello, the fish twitched so hard that the grief-stricken assassin fell off the bridge into the water. El Moco had no time to do anything, he wanted to pull him out, but Thriffith is very stubborn and eventually fished this "something" out of the lake. He was holding the big catfish in his hands.

Thriff is proud of himself, bragging to El Moco, saying, "Look what a huge thing I've caught"! And the Bandit King looks at him as if he had done something wrong, as if he had done another stupid thing that made him feel bad.

Thriff: What? Moco: Now you're going to catch a cold because of that worthless fish. Thriff: Oh, that's silly! I have a pretty good immune system! Moco: I wouldn't make such rash judgments if I were you! Thriff: Not at all! *sneezes* Moco: There! That's what I'm talking about!

The bandit didn't listen to him any further, he just took the dead fish from him, put it on the ground, and suddenly began to take off his outer clothes. Thriffith stares at him stunned, he was ready for anything in the world, but not such an action. He asked the Bandit King what he was doing and why he was taking his clothes off, but El Moco just gave him his shirt and jacket (he didn't give him his vest, he put it back on) and told him to change his clothes so he wouldn't catch a cold.

There was nowhere to go, and Thriffith did as he was told: he changed into his comrade's shirt, which was too big for him. In fact, he was a little embarrassed by it. Still, El Moko was right and did the right thing. Thriffith was pleased that he had taken such care of him.