THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!

THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!

I can't stop thinking about them

swift as the wind 🦇

Make it a norm to not feel pressured to post finished crap ✌️would love to do original work to express myself but all I can do for now is escapism !

This scene is why I love zenigata just the most earnesr and genuine thank you to a citizen that helped him (even though it was just Jigen and Lupin in disguise)

Also revisiting part 4 episodes because my memory just destroyed most of the plot I might have remembered before. Then again seeing a summary of the plot makes it seem bonkers my brain just couldn't handle all that. So have Zenigata praising Goemon's cooking (there's a cool fic on ao3 that recaps the scene but they actually do talk instead of Lupin telling Goemon what Zeni thought)

Oc concepts (except for the red haired one that was just me testing colour pencils lol)

Soul Jazz

Made a lil thing while listening to this playlist, been getting into these type of songs more recently (blame it on my Lupin iii addiction coming back) •

They laid near the window nook, feeling quite exposed if not for the blanket of raindrops covering the glass. Head relaxed on it, the pressure felt like a little massage for the brain. Knees held together up to their chest, being their own blanket… Music accompanied their mind, trying to compartmentalise their thoughts, make it tidy. But the more they unpacked the more they stopped to see how well kept it was. Who knows? could be handy later.

They usually didn’t like slow songs like this, it just further empathised how full the place felt.

This would be easier with company, but that wasn’t an option right now. 

For now, we just had to take it slow and easy. (not really steady, commitment to consistency is too much for them) 

Finally they decided what to dwell on, as the voices sang slowly, silky?.. No, velvety. The lyrics were about love, they usually avoided those songs, but romantic love might not be far from the love they expressed maybe.

Romantic that it was earnest and embarrassingly desperate. Friendship others would call it, but this guy always had a hard time with what the feeling is supposed to be. Romance is intimate, intense, passionate. Friendship was casual, friendly. What a limitation of what these feelings could be, all of the above felt ideal. Whatever people say what these feelings can be, They just knew they wanted to be like the things they watched.

Friends staying in the same home, always sticking together despite their conflicts. Playful and Mischievous domesticity. Maybe even the occasional touch of those rivalries, opposite views of the world, but somehow they were attracted to each other. Exciting. Riveting. Yet somehow had an assumed intimate understanding of one another.

This was really sappy, not everyone would understand this need and even if they did, they won’t just let them be their partner for life.

A sigh is all they can muster, ‘I’ll just have to handle this on my own’, they thought. They let their body relax and sink, warm comfy velvet cushions underneath them as they closed their eyes… Maybe that didn’t seem so bad.