Anonymous asked: You killed the whole abot fanbase and I'm thankful
idk man I think the author got there first
Anonymous asked: I'm not sure how to word this in quite the way I want but- the way you present the universe of tpoh, in both art and writing, fills me with this really? Warm, kind of distant feeling, sort of like watching someone arrive home after a very long trip, a kind of third-person sense of comfort and familiarity, if that makes sense at all? Its very nice though! Aaa I'm rambling a bit hi I love your art and I love tpoh and I hope you have a really great day!!
imactuallyreallymovedandmaybecriedabit
I finally got my ass around to reading A Breach of Trust and gosh dang I had to draw this part (spoilers I guess?! whoops ahaha…)
Also I just adore the way the writer describes Reigen’s voice as being super colourful? Really, really dig that.
Anonymous asked: that last reblog and your notes has me filled with fear because you are the one person on the planet I know who would genuinely do that and make it work
I am so glad that this is your reaction
sitcom where people gradually get killed off and their spot in the opening title theme is replaced with dead silence
damn
(via mustachossom)
“I just…really like it…Mr. Reigen,” Mob whispered. He hugged the mug closer. “Thank you.”
“It—don’t mention it. It’s milk.” Then his voice dropped to an airy whisper. “It’s…just milk…”
Reigen did not know what expression he wore as he watched Mob raise the cup and drink the rest of it, something slack, something just a bit shocked. Something that maybe fit the ache he felt tightening his throat.
He couldn’t fathom what sort of world the kid had just escaped, but he knew now he didn’t want to. And he didn’t want to make Mob relive it, not if it was something so horrific that a single glass of warm milk could move him to tears.
“Here,” Reigen said, sliding his mug across the oaken table. “Have mine too…”
(via sanshodelaine)
A collective of miscellany and mirth. Also sometimes I draw stuff.