The Teacher And His Student Meet!

Color practice before i bring the big dog out (Teru coloring ☺️✌️)

Other versions:

I'm so sorry Tachihara for ruining your epic reveal moment but as soon as Jouno put the cape on you and it started to swish in the non-existent wind I knew what I had to do

This is their equivalent of t-posing at their enemies btw.

(Text:

Tachihara: "Yes, it is I. The fifth Hunting Dog."

Fukuchi: "It's him!")

They gotta support the baby of the group

ep. 240 redraw <3

I think about them a lot

SEE YOU IN SHIBUYA FIC ART MASTERPOST

Under the cut is a BIG scroll of all the art I created when my mind was being controlled by the post-KH3 post-TWEWY crossover fic See You in Shibuya in the first half of 2019! It’s a bit of an artifact now that we’ve gotten the KH3 ReMind DLC and NEO TWEWY and other announcements, but the project still means a lot to me!

(Fic spoilers under the cut! Long scroll warning!)

Keep reading

Warning: Major major one piece spoilers of wano and egghead!!!!!

Tw: death & blood

The idea of luffy’s vivre card flash-banging sabo in that pitch black bilge is making me laugh so much

Bonuses:

Full pic of that last page👇

Here’s the full pic of this since it being a gif absolutely tanked the quality of the image.

Some little notes:

I felt like it would be in sabo’s best interest to cover up those funky little wounds imu gave him so that he doesn’t, ya know, bleed out and die or something cringe like that. So I imagine he used his weird coat thing as impromptu bandages.

Has anyone else noticed that his reverie coat doesnt actually have arm sleeves????? That coat has no other purpose than to drape over Sabo’s shoulders to make him look cooler and by god is it working. I cannot knock the hustle.

Fellas is it gay to feel horrified when your rival says he doesn’t think about you?

JUNCHAN MY LOVE i want to squish his cheeks <3

Panel: Vol 2, Ch.7, Pg.107

I couldn't get the same amount of whimsy that he has in the panel and i'm a little saddened by that lol

Do I need you, my hope, my gun? Do I owe you my everything? My heart, my liege, my second birth