long time no free

tfw your best friend is a merman and he wont cooperate with you and you’re like BRUH. (honestly, what is haru even reaching for? we may never know..)

This was actually just an anatomy practice & style practice doodle that I ended up coloring, so…. here we are. _(:’3 I realized I haven’t given any proof that I do draw things OTHER than chubs here.

EDIT: I totally forgot- I made this transparent so you can drag it around your blog and make haru grab at stuff. idk I’m justifying my awkward pointless positioning rn

Chara-ani’s scale watergun wielding Rin figure, final painted version, has been unveiled at WonFest!

Haru’s endless supply of salt for Kisumi is my life source

Original: http://incorrectfreequotes.tumblr.com/post/121536108656/makoto-tachibana-why-should-someone-want-to-harm

Date someone who will look at you the way Haru looks at Makoto.

anon said “I’m probably going to regret this but… Can you guys write merman sex with merman Makoto, Sousuke, and female reader (separately)?

I wanted to do a little more detail in this than is allowed for when doing two characters separately, so I’ m going to split this request into two parts.

Dude this is a genuine question why would you regret asking about merman sex omg. I have legit fantasized about that shit. Anyway, meeeerrrrman seeeeexxxx. Also let’s go full out and make this like a beautiful tropical setting bc why the fuck not.

It was a bright day in the small abandoned cove where you were waiting, sitting on the beach and wriggling your toes in the warm sand. The sun reflected off the water, but not too brightly, and you struggled not to lay back and simply bask on the warm dunes. It would have been a lovely experience, but that wasn’t why you were here.

That was however, what you had been doing several months ago when you first met your mysterious lover. You had been laying back on the warm sand as the sun set, and hadn’t even heard the merman pull himself out of the water. All you knew was that suddenly something wet and somewhat scaly feeling was touching your hand.

The merman had reeled almost as wildly in shock as you had, scrambling several feet away and flopping unceremoniously on his back. He (for the creature’s features both facial and otherwise were most definitely masculine) raised himself to his elbows before sitting up cautiously. His chest had been heaving a little, and he had looked uncertain, and certainly more than a little bit scared. You stared at him for a moment in awed and frightened silence. After a few seconds of being the focus of your stare, the merman had blushed and looked down, lacing his  fingers together and resting them in his lap.

Well not exactly fingers, you decided upon closer inspection. The digits were obviously finger-like in design, but were covered in small and pastel green scales that extended to the creature’s elbows before fading slowly into human-like flesh. Each digit was tipped with a long and sharp-looking claw, and connecting each protrusion was a webbing reminiscent of the foot of a duck or goose. Overall, his hands had rather frightened you. They had very obviously been the hands of a predator.

The tail of the merman had swished nervously, truly drawing your attention to it for the first time. When you had thought about mermaids as a child (it had after all been a long time since the so-called mythical creatures had been the topic of your thoughts), you had pictured their tails as having been perhaps a little longer than their torso, and relatively thin and delicate. This evidently had not been the truth, or at least was not the truth considering the specimen before you.

His tail was at least a couple meters long, by your judgement, and powerful looking. As you watched, you could see that it’s every movement was caused by a ripple of thick muscle that was barely hidden by the layer of scales; and what scales they were.

To simply call them green would have been a crime. They covered the entire spectrum of that colour, shimmering in everything from pastel to lime to forest green to a rich emerald that would have made any jeweller jealous. The beautiful metallic scales faded off into a wonderful fin that appeared to have the texture of something similar to gossamer, but judging by the strong build of his body was probably as durable as the sails of a well-worn ship.

Stuttering, you had asked him what he was doing on the beach. He replied sheepishly in broken and strangely accented English that it had been a long time since he had seen a human on the beaches of his home waters, and he had quite frankly been curious.

Your mind had still been reeling from the distress of discovering the merman (or rather, from the stress of having the merman discover you) and perhaps that was shy the next question you thought to ask him was where he had learned to speak English.

The merman, who would later introduce himself as Makoto, had seemed to perk up at this question, seemingly realizing that you didn’t harbour any malignant intent towards him. He had explained slowly, so as not to be misunderstood, that this area had housed a resort long ago, when he was just small-fry. He had used to like to come ashore and meet with one of the staff members, who told him news of the world outside his waters, and occasionally snuck him food from the buffet.

But the resort had gone out of business and been torn down, he had explained sorrowfully, and he hadn’t had contact with a human for ages and ages.

You had nodded as you listened along with his story, thinking to yourself that you had heard something about a resort that had once been in the area, but had been torn down many, many decades ago. It couldn’t possibly be the same resort that this new acquaintance of yours was speaking of.

Now, as you waited for Makoto whilst sitting on that same patch of beach you had met him on all those months ago, you knew that it had in fact been the same resort. Before you, it really had been a long time since the merman had had any contact with the outside world. Perhaps that was why, at the end of that first encounter, he had begged you so sincerely to return as often as you could and keep him company.

That was all it had been, at first. A simple meeting on the shore in which you brought him pastries from a local cafe and talked about the goings-on. You once used your phone to show him a news video, and Makoto had become instantly fascinated with the hand held device. He’d poked and prodded at it for almost an hour that evening, asking you an endless stream of questions concerning the ins and outs of all the functions. It hadn’t taken long for you to decide that a new data plan was necessary, as using your cellphone to further increase his knowledge of the world had quickly become one of Makoto’s favourite parts of your visits.

So did the physical intimacy that you seemed to have developed overnight with the merman.  Twirling a finger in the grains of sand, you fondly looked back on the first time that you and Makoto had gone beyond being friends and ventured into the unknown as lovers.

One visit you had just been friends enjoying the sunsets together, the next you had been altogether to occupied to notice the sunset. You were a little embarrassed to admit that you had been the instigator, drawing the merman into a kiss, and then deepening said kiss when he finally began to react. You had never really noticed how pointed Makoto’s teeth were until your lip caught on one of them and blood began to bead on your skin. Neither of you took notice at the moment.

You had known from prior conversations that Makoto “familiar with the process of mating.” What you hadn’t known was just how much stamina was required by mermen during the mating season, and how many years worth of said stamina Makoto had been storing. You had never thought the activities of that first night were going to end. You had been ready to call it quits after you had had your fill of riding the merman, who had propped his back against a rock and had been watching you intently with his deep green eyes as you bounced and circled your hips against his. This meant that you had been taken entirely surprised when the Makoto, after his first orgasm, had flipped you against the sand and begun to thrust into you with as much urgency as he could muster.

You hadn’t been able to remember anyone else ever having made you feel like you felt that night. You had never scratched anyone during sex, and yet your hooked fingers had dug your nails deep into the muscular surface of Makoto’s back and clawed their way along, leaving rough furrows in his skin that quickly filled with blood. You had thought you felt a similar action take place on your hip as Makoto had adjusted his grip in order to maintain a better angle. You didn’t care. At that point, you had had orgasms beyond count, and hypersensitivity had truly set in, making each movement inside you feel as though it was going to make your entire body shake apart into the sand.

It felt like hours before Makoto had been sated. Perhaps it had been hours, the lovely scenery and the presence of the astounding creature  you had come to love had an odd way of making time seem fluid, or in some cases making it seem not to exist at all.

As was the case today. You couldn’t say how long you had been waiting for Makoto to appear in the surf, only that you felt your heart leap into your throat when he did. He always looked so natural when swimming, so at peace, that you couldn’t possibly imagine yourself being anywhere but here, watching him approach the beach with an eagerness growing in your stomach.

He wasn’t so graceful, however, hauling himself onto the land,  but it did offer an excellent view as the muscles in his arms strained to move the huge mass of his tail. You couldn’t help but laugh a little bit. He reached your spot on the beach and silenced your laugh with a kiss, quickly rolling so as to pull you under his body. He moved immediately for the button of your shorts, and you couldn’t help but laugh again.

“Not wasting any time today, are we?”

The only answer you got was a quick shake of his head before he proceeded to removing most of your clothing. The eagerness in his motions suggested that it was mating season again. It was difficult to restrain your giddiness at the thought of what that night would most likely hold in store for you. The only thing you weren’t looking forward to was the god-awful places that you’d have to remove sand from in the morning.

An incredible deal of moaning, nay, screaming and cumming later, both of you lay in the edge of the surf, covered in saliva and other bodily fluids that you hoped the warm and gentle waves would be sufficient for washing away.

You cracked one eye open and gazed at Makoto where he appeared to be dozing, and reached a hand out to cup the side of his face. It was moments like this, moments that were so calm and surreal, that you almost feared you were dreaming. But then your mind wandered back to the sensations of earlier that evening, of Makoto’s tongue and teeth dragging along your skin, or when his cock rubbed so perfectly along your walls, and you knew that you could never dream something so vivid.

No, your secret rendezvous with your merman were perfectly real, and that was just the way you liked it.

Nagisa Hazuki: When have I have ever done anything rash or irresponsible? Rei Ryugazaki: I keep a list. It’s alphabetized.

Some vintage-inspired sports anime prints I did last year and this summer. I had fun playing with the typography on these.

Sports Anime Prints for sale here.

Haruka Nanase: What am I allergic to? Rei Ryugazaki: Pine nuts and the full spectrum of human emotion.

05.06.2015 - Colored my sourin sketch today! :) 

makoto would spend their entire trip to jurassic world playing with the smol dino babs in the petting zoo

This is what I would do too. Makoto and I would have a blast together. 

Kisumi Shigino: Punch me in the face. Haruka Nanase: Punch you? Kisumi Shigino: Yes. Punch me in the face. Didn’t you hear me? Haruka Nanase: I always hear “punch me in the face” when you’re speaking, but it’s usually subtext.

to MaaARS

Seijuro Mikoshiba: Have you noticed how hot your little sister’s gotten? Rin Matsuoka: [glares] Seijuro Mikoshiba: … Because I have not!

Momotaro Mikoshiba: Gou-chan’s pretty cute. Rin Matsuoka: She’s my sister. Momotaro Mikoshiba: … Who I will never speak to… Or look at… Ever.