#pointy objects

new pointy metal object from the lovely @ashes-and-bone 🩷

—o, no, no, this can’t be happening…!

That’s Shuuichi’s first, utterly paralyzing thought when his spiraling brain catches up with reality, and he sees the spear in Kokichi’s hands. That this can’t be happening. This can’t be real. At the very least, that’s what he wants to think — and that’s what his mind seizes on in the suspended, endless moment where he grasps at straws and desperately tries to comprehend what is playing out right before his eyes. 

But this is real. He’s staring right at Kokichi, and the Spear of Gungnir is winking back at him from within his hands. It feels as though time has ground to a complete and utter halt — the nausea clawing up his throat is familiar enough in that respect — but this is happening, and no amount of time meddling will stop it; and through the blindsiding disbelief glazing over his brain, Shuuichi is left rooted in place regardless.

I literally haven't drawn in so long like after next week (when summer starts) I wanna paint and sketch and stuff in my free time 🙉 I genuinely don't know the last time I used a pencil I used to hate writing in pen but now it's all I do 😃

But like ignore how messy and poopy and off model it is I'm sorry @gontagokuhara this is nawt the quality that you deserve 💀💀 but I might redraw this and to you and everyone else, there's more art coming... soon🌚

Rows of pointy little teeth

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/11544505/28/Avalanche

"Come on, you're not actually upset at me…"

"...maybe I am…" he responded, turning away, dejected.

After reading the latest chapter of Avalanche...

“Save us the soliloquy, drama queen. You are not the titular character of today’s tragedy.” Now she bangs her gavel down in front of her, and she’s quick to abandon it once she’s fully commanded the room again, now tapping a finger against her chin as she blinks owlishly down at the group of errant demigods still left without an assigned seat for…whatever she’s gearing up to. “Nah, that’s so last week. But the real shining star of today’s main event…let’s see, that would be…eenie, meenie, miney…”

Junko takes considerable time sustaining the tension of the moment as she switches her attention between each of the eight of them, as if there are any doubts as to who’s about to be called up to bat. When she finally deigns to speak again, she’s decided to drop the impish lilt in her voice, affect flat as she quits her attempted, bluffed suspense and levels her finger squarely at Shuuichi.

“…You, New Kid. You’re up.”

Obviously. But she still manages to beckon him forward in what is feasibly the most skin-crawling way possible.