#Fon

[nenan]

Fon photographed by Elizabeth Wirija for his cover single Die 4 You

#fon #whoisfon #Elizabeth wirija #Elizabethwirija

[aspenrockymountainhigh]

Behind the scenes of Lord of the Rings with Viggo Mortensen with Fon- who played the scale double for Pippin.

#viggo mortensen #aragorn #Fon #pippin #lotr

[disease]

An amulet by which the owner hoped to magically deflect evil intended to work against him. Africa's Fon religion included worship of the spirit Vodu and is a forerunner of Voodoo.

#SCAN #african mythology #mythology #voodoo #surreal #sculpture #mysticism #fon #ancient art #african #art #u

[facesofnothing]

I had no longer brought adoptables because my classes are torture,

Here I have brought some FON 2 students that I love, but now I want to sell them because it makes me sad to see them collecting dust.

Amora SOLD

Vortex: SOLD

Nocturnia: SOLD

At the moment I am only accepting paypal

#faces of nothing #fon #adoptables #character adopt #fnaf mythology #FON 2

[minkufu]

Rough sketchs of new cheebs

#khr #katekyo hitman reborn #zakuro #bluebell #fon #uni #wip

[gabrielokun]

#It's Girl's Day today! Respect the girls #Secret Crush On You #SCOY #Gabriel makes stuff #Freen Sarocha #Kongkwan #Rebecca Patricia #Fon #KongkwanFon #FonKongkwan #Thai BL #Thai series #Thai Drama #BL Drama #BL series

[ladyhallen]

A Lovely Morning

Harry had never given any thought to art.

She’d once or twice thought about the museum tours she’d had as a preschooler in the muggle world, and then the occasional painting she would pass with the thought of, “Wow, that’s really pretty.” She hadn’t thought about making art, with words or with images, until she saw Fon under the light of dawn.

Usually, she slept until Fon woke her with sweet kisses and coaxed her to sit down. He’d comb her hair and that, along with the gentle circles he’d press on her lower back, was enough to wake her up. It was more effective than coffee and a hell lot more effective than tea.

By some sorcery, she’d woken up a scant few minutes after Fon that day. He’d gone out to do his usual calisthenics, naked save for the pair of silk trousers and slipping on his cloth slippers. Harry had wanted to roll back to bed when she’d seen the absolute lack of sunlight, but something urged her to get up.

And by Merlin, was she glad she’d gotten up.

She hadn’t ever really thought of human bodies as beautiful. She could objectively say one person had nice arms or a pretty interesting eye color. But in a magical world where anything interesting was usually because they had an inhuman ancestor, she didn’t place much value in looks. She’d seen incredibly beautiful people and knew that the stories they had were more interesting than their faces.

While Fon’s face had drawn her in, she fell in love with his calm rationality and the way he could lay out an argument without shouting.

And while she and Fon had lain with each other for upwards to two months and she’d seen him naked in the hot springs more times than she can count, seeing him exercise was different.

There was an economy to his movements. It was clean and confident, nothing wasted as he moved his limbs and his body in twists and turns. Then he did a slow upward stroke that flexed his back muscles, making her tummy clench and Harry bit back a gasp. When he folded over, hugging his knees for five seconds, Harry clutched the doorway at the way it made his ass flex.

“Good morning, Harry,” he greeted her, flipping over on a handstand with his braided hair coiled around his neck. “This is a nice surprise.”

Morgana bless him and his intense focus. He didn’t notice that she was about to faint from her face going so red. Harry was so glad.

“Good morning,” she said, not at all strangled and sounding like a normal person. She checked for drool. “I have no idea what woke me.”

He then did a move that she knew, a downward dog that was just one hundred percent showing off right now. He wasn’t even sweating!

Harry wished, very fervently, that she knew how to write poetry. Or to draw. Poems should be written about the way the faintest light of dawn brushed across Fon’s muscles. Art should be drawn about that beautiful face closed in concentration, at the play of light and dark over his cheekbones. Instead, she was stuck admiring him with no way to immortalize the moment. Harry cursed her past self for thinking of art as boring.

Unwittingly, she whispered, “Full many a glorious morning have I seen,” A quiet whisper that should not be heard, except Fon had excellent hearing.

He fell out of his pose with a blush. “Harry!” he exclaimed, flustered.

This man. Harry had heard him say the dirtiest things. She’d shared a naked bath with him. She had done a lot of unspeakable things to him and with him. Fon was unfazed and coy, the teasing man.

But recite poetry and he blushed!

Harry had to laugh. “You should see dawn’s light touch you, Fon. It almost makes me jealous, the way it caresses you,” she mused, raking her eyes over his bare torso.

Fon rushed to kiss her, shutting her up.

But Harry realized, as she clutched at his shoulders when he carried her in his arms that yes, she can write poetry. It doesn’t have to be perfect, just heartfelt. Fon clearly appreciated it.

This was how sonnets were made, she mused, exchanging sweet kisses with him. Then he lay her down and Harry forgot to think of anything at all.

#fanfiction #harry potter #fon #female harry potter #genderbend #crossover #hpxkhr #katekyo hitman reborn #zombie apocalypse au #isekai #humor #romance

[ravensilversea]

Title: Snoopy and the Emo-Haired Kid Author: Raven_Silversea Rating: T Pairing: Hibari Kyoya & Snoopy, Fon & Hibari Kyoya Tags/Warnings: Pre-Canon: Katekyou Hitman Reborn, POV Alternating, Humor, Crack Treated Seriously, Reincarnated Snoopy, Implied/Referenced Murder

Day 1: Garden/New Life

Ao3

It was a well-known fact that every dog needs a doghouse, especially if they are a talking dog who can draw pictures in the dirt with a stick. Kyoya’s not sure why the talking baby is so confused about this. Kyoya has a dog, dogs need doghouses, this dog also happened to draw out the plans for his doghouse in the dirt with a stick he found in the back garden.

“Kyo-er,” the baby says, slowly, his hands pressed flat together and pressed against his mouth, “dogs can’t talk…? Or plan out their own doghouses…?”

Kyoya and his puppy, Snoopy as the puppy had chosen to be called, look at each other. Then they both look back at the baby. Who is also talking. And claims to be Kyoya’s older brother.

The baby seems to take the hint and sighs. He pinched the bridge of his nose and mutters something about Kyoya’s mother killing him.

“Kaa-san won’t even notice, baby,” Kyoya says, rolling his eyes. “Snoopy’s already promised to stay out of the house when she’s in, and to wipe his feet before entering anyway.”

Snoopy nods his head, wagging his little black puppy tail. Not like I want to stay in the house anyway. The garden’s much more interesting.

Kyoya nods seriously and gestures towards Snoopy as if to say, ‘See? There you have it.’

The baby’s distress visibly increases at the exchange. However, instead of contributing anything relevant to the conversation or allowing Kyoya to continue about his business, the baby says, “Why does the dog have a name, but you insist on referring to me as ‘the baby’, Kyo-er? I have a name.”

Fine, if the stupid talking baby insists. “Kaa-san won’t even notice, Fon-tan.” Kyoya rolls his eyes as Fon squawks in protest of the honorific, but really fair is fair. He keeps calling Kyoya ‘Kyo-er’ even though Kyoya is clearly older than him and it’s rude and insulting to be referred to as such by a baby.

Kyoya leaves the baby to his squawking, and Snoopy trots along at his heels. Together they start hashing out where Snoopy’s doghouse could go without disturbing the fengshui of the garden that Kaa-san has so carefully cultivated.

***

Fon’s not entirely sure how he ended up in the paint aisle of Namimori’s hardware store, helping his surprise baby brother and his puppy pick out paint for the puppy’s doghouse. One minute he’s doing his annual reunion with his father, and the next, he has a new stepmother and half-brother, and his father tragically deceased, leaving him in charge of said half-brother while his stepmother makes funeral arrangements.

‘I need to have an heir, you know this, Feng-er’ his ass. That argument may have worked when Fon was recently cursed, but not thirty fucking years down the line! He’s old enough to be his stepmother’s father for goodness’ sake!

“Which color do you want?” Kyoya asks, carrying the puppy down the paint aisle and carefully pausing in front of each paint slip so the puppy can see them all. It’s cute. It’d be cuter if Kyoya wasn’t so insistent that the puppy could talk.

“What about this one, Kyo-er?” Fon asks. He pulls out an ocean blue paint slip and shows it to the boy, who frowns dubiously at it. 

The boy and puppy look at each other, and they look to have a silent conversation with each other for a moment. Then Kyoya stands perfectly straight and says, “No thank you, Fon-tan. Snoopy doesn’t like that one, but thank you for your help.”

Well that was Fon told. He puts the paint slip back and continues following Kyoya’s path down the paint aisle. At least he can tell Kyoya’s mother that he tried to get him to choose a nice, cool, calming color to match her garden when she ultimately discovers the new doghouse in said garden. 

The puppy suddenly barks, tongue lolling out of its mouth and tail wagging in excitement. It dances it’s front paws on Kyoya’s arm and turns to lick his cheek. A smile breaks Kyoya’s serious expression, and he nods. “That’s a good color, Snoopy,” he says so quietly that Fon almost misses it.

“What color did you pick?” Fon asks, resisting the urge to stretch up onto his tip-toes to see.

Kyoya turns and holds up a paint slip. A very red paint slip that decidedly does not match his mother’s carefully curated garden. 

Fon should probably look into making a will.

“Kyo-er… are you sure?”

Kyoya hums. “Snoopy says it’s his favorite color,” he says with a sharp nod. Then he turns and marches over to the counter to get his paint mixed.

Fon is left in the paint aisle, mouth agape, staring after the boy. “He can’t even see it though…?” 

There’s no way Kyoya heard Fon’s half-whispered question from across the aisle, but both the puppy and he glare at him anyway. Truly a matched set those two. He sighs and counts to ten as he walks over to join them.

Kyoya is not getting anything from him if his mother kills Fon because of Kyoya’s puppy. 

***

Snoopy watches the Emo-Haired Kid build his new doghouse, tail thumping against the mossy stone he’s sitting on. The Bell-Collared Baby passes the kid nails and hovers like he’s concerned that the kid’s going to hurt himself. Like Snoopy isn’t right there supervising.

The doghouse is coming together marvelously in Snoopy’s opinion. The walls are up in a rectangular shape with a semi-circle door leading to the inside, which he plans on decorating with the fluffy pillow he pulled off of the Emo-Haired Kid’s bed and his new yellow, bird-shaped squeaky toy. All that’s left to do is put the roof on- which the kid’s working on now- and paint it that familiar shade of red.

He doesn’t know what the Bell-Collared Baby was complaining about. It’ll perfectly match the rose bushes around the doghouse when they’re in bloom.

“Kaa-san planted white roses, not red, Snoopy,” the Emo-Haired Kid says as he straightens the next piece of wood in place.

Red and white go together. That’s how you get pink after all.

The Emo-Haired Kid pauses, head tilting to the side as he considers this argument. Then he hums and nods before starting to hammering the roof piece down. 

Snoopy still can’t quite get over the fact the Emo-Haired Kid can understand him. The Round-Headed Kid never could, which allowed for endless fun in mocking him without his knowledge and also endless frustration as Snoopy had to result to charades to get his point across. Even then, the Round-Headed Kid missed the point most of the time.

Of course, the Bell-Collared Baby’s continued and increasing concern over hearing only one side of the conversation is hilarious in its own right. Snoopy had missed tormenting people like this in his old age when all he had the energy for was lying in front of the fire and leaning into the Round-Headed Kid’s ear scratches. 

He takes the opportunity to stretch out like he hasn’t been able to in years, all through the tips of his ears and the ends of each paw. It feels amazing! He refuses to ever get used to it again!

His ears perk up at the sound of the back door sliding open and the soft sound of slippered feet walking over the wooden veranda. He turns to face this new person- surely the ‘Kaa-san’ the Emo-Haired Kid has been referring to- and sits, tail wagging and tongue lolling out of a puppy grin. I’m cute, and you’re going to love me.

The woman stares at him. The Emo-Haired Kid continues hammering the roof onto his doghouse. “Fon-san,” the woman says, slowly. “What is this?”

“A puppy, Kaa-san,” the Emo-Haired Kid says in his ‘this is an obvious observation and I’m confused on why we’re addressing it’ voice. “My puppy. Fon-tan has been helping me building a doghouse for him.”

“Has he now?” the woman tilts her head and looks towards the Bell-Collared Baby with a sharp, toothy smile. 

Snoopy shrinks back and decides to tactically retreat behind the Emo-Haired Kid, leaving the Bell-Collared Baby at the mercy of this dangerous woman. The Bell-Collared Baby gives him a look of complete betrayal before he turns to try and placate the woman.

The Emo-Haired Kid pauses his hammering to scratch Snoopy behind the ears as the woman pulls the Bell-Collared Baby off to the side and starts berating him. “Kaa-san won’t say no,” the Emo-Haired Kid whispers. “She’ll want to make me feel better about Tou-san’s death. I don’t care about that though. Tou-san always wanted me quiet and out of the way, especially when he was doing business.”

I have no idea why, you can build doghouses afterall. What more could he want? Snoopy licks the Emo-Haired Kid’s hand and thumps his tail a few more times for good measure. 

The Emo-Haired Kid laughs and returns to his hammering. Snoopy settles down by his feet and watches the woman and the Bell-Collared Baby.

“You let him do what to my garden?! Fon-san, what were you thinking?”

#khr #khrhanami2024 #hibari kyoya #snoopy #fon #raven's pen

[moboxcritique]

oooh, could you tell us a little more about the injury that Mako showed about the injuries in Mobox

So, this was during the time when Mako was threatening to delete the game of FON if people didn't stop holding Mob accountable for her actions (this was around the time that Mob was being held accountable for defending Miles, and it was discovered that Miles was a groomer)

These threats were shown here (though translated in English, the original posts were in Spanish. The first post was reblogged onto the FON blog, so that's why it has more notes than the others. The forth image shows it):

So I had tried to talk to Mako to make an agreement (something like: "We'll change the name of our blog if you give us the FON game" or something like that, 'cause that game's been collecting dust since 2018, she hasn't done anything with it) and then she got angry with me and was acting all rude, trying to make me feel pity for Mob after she had literally just gotten called out for defending Miles. One of those ways to try and make me feel bad for her (which didn't work obviously), was sending me Mob's self-harm unprompted

(The original version was uncensored, but I censored the image for you guys' own sake. Regardless, it's proof that it happened):

So I was pretty shaken up with that 'cause it was totally unprompted, but I was still like: "Dude, that's really low of you to do, even for you", and she continued to be rude to me for 2 hours until I finally got her to calm down

Like... Girl, you're married with kids, could you at least try to be a little more professional? How hard is it??

Anyway, we haven't had any updates from Mako about restoring FON since, we've tried to message her a few other times in the past few months for updates but with no avail.

Safe to say we're probably never getting the game 'cause ✨it's still collecting dust in Mako's computer✨

#mod cagney #f🤡ckin' vivziepop level behavior i dunno #ask #anonymous #anon #anon ask #asks #fon #faces of nothing #fpt #tw self harm #tw s3lf harm #archive

[incorrectr27quotes]

[after Tsuna is poisoned on a mission]

Skull, walking into the room: Ve called. He found the cure. He’s starting an IV.

Fon: Shouldn’t you be there for that, Reborn?

Colonnello: Priorities in life, man. One, be there when someone you love comes back from the brink of death. Two, kill the culprit. Everything after that is basically unimportant.

Reborn, already out of the door from the moment Skull started talking: I’m going to go see Tsuna at the hospital, and you’re all going to go home and get some sleep.

#Skull #Fon #Colonnello #Reborn #Arcobaleno #R27 #incorrect R27 quotes #incorrect arcobaleno quotes #s: bones

[maryallenc]

my top 3 arcs in khr are the varia arc, inheritance ceremony arc, and the curse of the rainbow arc.

which are coincidentally (or maybe not) basically tournament arcs, or adjacent to it, at least.

varia arc for the plot (perfect, no notes, xanxus was such a great antagonist)

inheritance ceremony arc for the individual character exploration (the hibari vs adelheid fight gave me so much more insight to hibari's character than the 300+ chapters before it combined lmao)

and curse of the rainbow arc simply for just how FUN that shit was (just. the arcobalenos during fights. flan with mukuro. chrome's whole character arc. just everyone either making alliances or fighting the shit out of each other. hibari's ICONIC run as fon's representative, and his even MORE ICONIC exit. god it was so great.)

i love this manga so much

#katekyo hitman reborn #khr #hibari kyoya #flan #mukuro rokudo #rokudo mukuro #kyoya hibari #xanxus #varia #chrome dokuro #adelheid suzuki #vongola family #arcobaleno #fon

[nenan]

Fon photographed by Elizabeth Wirija for his cover single Die 4 You

#whoisfon #fon #Elizabeth Wirija

[deluqka]

Tío Bonnie...?

#fhs #fnafhs #fhszero #yaoi #fon #fnafhs bon #fanart

[zoroara]

Arcobaleno(You are here) || Varia(x)

Don't think I forgot to do these~ I just needed some time to get ready to draw~ Also If you're looking for Mammon they're in the Varia Version of how I draw these characters. I really had fun with these guys! As before it's not a perfect ref but it's a good jumping off point for myself. Also why do so many arcobalenos have a form of hat or headgear. What's that about.

#khr #katekyo hitman reborn #khr headcanons #Arcobaleno #Reborn #Lal mirch #Collonello #Verde #Skull #Fon #Yuni #Jaegar #Bermuda #gore #body horror

[facesofnothing]

Noelle Treevelt's -SOLD-

Donn and danna -SOLD-

And Sunha knight of Morse: -SOLD-

Just paypal

#faces of nothing #adoptables #character adopt #fon

[fnafhs-aesthetics]

Fox & Bon / Fon matching icons.

-Mod Golden.

#fnafhs #fhs #fnafhs fox #fnafhs bon #fon #icons #mod golden #there are no requests so I'm just doing random stuff lol #anyway I love fon