#(i also love them far too much to *not* sketch them yknow)

[bmpmp3]

dysgraphic artiƨts risɘ UP!!!!!

[frameshiftworks]

Sleepy Doodle

I should sketch more cuddles icl

[skitskatdacat63]

I randomly looked thru all my random sketches/unfinished wip files and I'm just mentally shaking past Catie like "WHY DIDNT YOU FINISH THESE!?"

[digitaldoeslmk]

Hello there! I hope the month has been kind to you so far. Big fan of your artstyle. Very cozy and cute but also clean at the same time.

Also loving your rewrite of the show! I can't help but giggle at the aneurysm the canon Monkie Crew would have if they meet yours, especially with the fact that MK got eaten and found out that he was a monkey just a short time after he became a successor.

Also, will we ever see the Six-Eared Macaque being a menacing evil in your art of the story? Do you plan on writing it, or just giving it out in short passage writings and art? What other characters from the show do you plan on keeping? Will the Silver and Gold demon be as scary as they were in the book?

Drink your water often and sleep early regularly!

WAAAAH THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! I rly appreciate all your support so far, here and on my jttw blog!! <333

and don't worry, I have plenty plans about the shadow bastard! I just wanna get a handle on the character dynamics so far and how they evolve, until I throw a SEM shaped wrench at them xD

as for Silver and Gold, they did get taken back in by Lao Tzu but in recent centuries they dabbled a bit too much on smuggling stuff from his lab to the demon underground, so they got booted back to earth for their crimes. they were formidable once because they were meant as a test, but now they are being punished. they got very nerfed, and these convoluted plans of their are fruit of lots of paranoia and contingency plans to avoid worse punishment for their antics. just, digging their own grave deeper yknow? xvx

while they aren't minor clown enemies like in the show, they are prone to antics of their own, which make sense to them but not everyone else ahvshwgshs

as for how ill keep working on these. while this au can easily turn into a proper mammoth of a fanfic, i have issues doing long-format writing. not for lack of wanting, mind you! i do intend to write here and there, but what i manage to do will likely be character studies, scenes with fade ins and outs as needed, maybe a few sequential chapters but only if the muse and spoons are kind to me. but besides that, i can definitely keep doing these few sketches and blabbering posts I've been throwing at yall!

im rly just doing whatever works easiest for me at any moment, and this is a leisure project like my jttw aus, and i dont wanna stress myself with needless fat on these projects.

and thank you, I def will!!! :DD

[diabelskoga]

"Hey Sanji!" Usopp caught up with the blond, a big grin on his face. In his hands was a box, wrapped up in unassuming brown paper and a string. A card was stuck under the string, a simple but elegant candid sketch of Sanji from the back, half turned with quite the handsome smile on his face. Under it was a scrawled 'Happy Birthday Sanji! -Usopp :^)' on it.

"Go on," he pushes the box into the cook's hands, an anticipatory energy radiating off the man. "Open it!"

Once the paper was off, Sanji would be treated to another piece of art. This one was far more elaborate. It was a depiction of the sea, blues, teals, greens acting as a gorgeous backdrop to the colorful and diverse array of fish swimming about. And inside the box was, of course, a treat. A small container of Malva Pudding, a treat from his heritage.

Usopp scratched the back of his head sheepishly, and if one really looked, a light pink to his cheeks. "Yknow, I hear you talk about the All Blue here and there, and it always sounded so amazing. So I, uh, tried my hand based off the stuff you've said about it. I'd love to hear more! Oh- and that's Malva Pudding! Straight from my pop's side of the family."

birthday asks. ( accepting! )

❝ Hey, Usopp── ❞ He stopped, interrupted by the box that was now shoved into his hands. He wasn't that surprised; it was his birthday after all. His cigarette dangled limply between his lips while Sanji examined it. He saw the card, smiling at the sketch. He was always impressed with how Usopp did things; a level of art that Sanji fails to commit too. His artist skills were more based around food rather than brushes or even pencils. Then Usopp insisted he'd open it.

Gently, Sanji removed the card off the string. ( He's going to pin it on the fridge along with Chopper's drawings with this "Unknown". ) Then he opened it, gasping at the art of── wait, is this supposed to be an illustration of the All Blue? If so, it was absolutely stunning. There's shading, gradient colours blended together beautifully. Various fishes, and he swore that he recognizes them as he had tangents and rambles of what fishes he'd expect to see in the All Blue, which, technically, all of them would be there. Depending on what fish it was and their life expectancy. The joy of imagining every kind of fish from each individual sea, all connected to one. Such fish included: Smiley Jellyfish, Bluefin Elephant Tuna, Sandora Catfish; pretty much every fish imaginable, and Sanji had said so much about it out of sheer excitement.

( He's a nerd for fish, okay? )

His eyes sparkled with delight at the art, and then excited and curious to see something new. Malva Pudding, Usopp called it. His cheeks reddened; Usopp did all of this for him? From the drawings down to something that Usopp probably had a lot as a child? Since it was on his father's side and all. A soft smile is on his lips. ❝ I absolutely love it, Usopp. It's all so amazing. Do you... Do you wanna share this Malva Pudding? I'll happily tell you about the All Blue. Well, more on my thoughts, feelings and such. I mean, it is the true paradise for all fish if they can come and go from all the seas imaginable! ❞

At that, Sanji also leaned in, press his lips to Usopp's cheeks as a thanks. ❝ Thank, you, Usopp. Or do I dare say: Captain Usopp. ❞

[angeleccstasy]

HOLY SHIT THAT'S SO COOL???? I LOVE HOW WELL THOUGHT OUT THE STORYLINE IS IM SOOOO AHEHFHEHDHE I FR WANNA KNOW MORE (also i thought they'd kiss at the end but nevermind- im quite alright with mutual abuse too(

here are their designs this is pretty old as you can tell and i dont think the heights look accurate at all + a bunch of other nitpicks but wuteva :"]]

OHHHH IF ONLY THEYD KISS MAN, IF ONLY THEY WOULD :CC but tysm !!! gahhh that means !! a lot !!!! :"333 so uh yeah! i havent been able to fully draw prisoner and warden yet aside from a few unfinished sketches ANYWAYS lemme slow down a bit and talk abt some other stuff outside of themes and plot :0 so abt their designs, prisoner is 6'4 ft mixed but mostly of black descent, appears 25 yrs old, slim/skinny build hes actually a little underweight bcuz of how little he eats, short dark wavy slightly curly hair, has eyebags and some other facial imperfections around his body but other than that, since i based him off of serial killer archetypes, hes pretty conventionally attractive and has a pleasant voice and demeanor :]] warden is 6'3 also mixed but less so than prisoner and mostly of brown descent, appears 23 yrs old, slim/skinny build like prisoner but he eats a bit more so he looks less like skin and bones, short straight black hair, has a bit of acne due to long periods of exposure to the elements and such but again since hes also based off serial killer archetypes, hes also conventionally attractive and has a pleasant voice! SO off to where the story begins ohohhohhhh ill keep this short but. the warden and the prisoner have been going at it for nearly 2000 years, and what theyve been doing pretty much is that they run into each other every few weeks/months and they just! stab and shoot and fight to the death! :D smtimes this happens bcuz they yknow run into each other smtimes this happens bcuz prisoner tries to kill someone and warden, who likes to stalk him for long periods of time just to prevent this from happening, has to come into the rescue and fuck prisoners shit up and if theyre feeling especially vengeful they generally put each other thru smth awful .. hooray? but yeah! pretty much i started writing this story bcuz i was just fascinated by the idea of how far/extreme i could take the enemy-enemy dynamic in fiction and what i could do w/ that concept !! and then from there it evolved into an exploration of trauma and how it horrifically distorts and rewires the way 2 people view themselves and their actions and the world, leading them to manipulate and brutalize and torture each other, and letting the fact that youre a victim blind you from the fact that youre also an abusive person, and thats its not entirely the other persons fault but also your own :[ i think that the prisoner and the warden are fundamentally very different people, they just react to trauma the same way: they are very sensitive to it and they dont know how to handle it, they can only let the hurt eat them from the inside out and cause more hurt ..

and! if you dont mind me very pretentiously including this quote from house of leaves here adjusted slightly since i think it absolutely fits the way these 2 view each other:

I'm afraid. [He] is hungry. [He] is immortal. Worse, [he] knows nothing of whim.

[sleepyivoryrose]

so, now that i've got a little bit of fanboying out of my system...for the weather report the daily diary entry.

Well...maybe the weather report isn't so far off. It's over 30 degree Celsius over here. That's a lot for someone who tends to get psychosis through the heat (not enough drinking, too much staying indoors alone, high stress factors, yadda yadda yadda) so I'm trying my best off blocking out the sun and praying for the best. And I sure do hope it cools down, because I've been living for 3 days straight (or two...my memory keeps getting worse and worse) off potatoes with tuna, and slowly but surely I do miss a little bit of variety...I do have a few cans of chickpeas lying around, maybe I can boil them with the potatoes...

Other than that, I've been enjoying a lot of Alien Stage Fandom Postings around the block (or the internet, to be precise), even though I am way too shy to properly interact with them. It's always funny, after one hour of posting on the Alien Stage of Official Twitter, the fans go rabid in the comments. Honestly, if I had the guts they have, I would join in. But for now, observing has to suffice.

I want to create my own fanart and fanfics too, but fans go MAD when they see someone mischaractecized, and I'm not dealing with that. I can understand, they have a very exact image of how the characters have to be like, and maybe it's very nice to have an accurate canon depiction of the character you like, but...headcanons exist for a reason, yknow?

Maybe I'll do some for myself. Just to get the giddy out of my system.

My creative well is still as dry as the weather over here though. It's weird, not being creative the whole time and daydreaming about stuff. It's just...empty. So the next best thing I do, is looking at other peoples fansworks, as I said.

Last days I am throughruly interested in character design. Like, different races and stuff (orcs, elves, dwarves, you name it.) Dungeon Meshi inspired me a lot in that regard. I love seeing how the mangaka works, how she creates so many different looking characters out of a single race. It's amazing, really.

There's so many crazy creations on Deviantart. I found out I really like Ancient-Egypt-Core, and that mechanical shark tails are incredibly cool looking! (I could actually fuse both of those things together into a Mad Max looking scenario...!)

I also heard that Cara is supposed to be an awesome site who doesn't use the images for AI training at all...I don't worry too much about it (I wouldn't even call myself an artist, what I create are just sketches and doodles) because seriously, no one would get my art for AI training, but...I can understand. If you put so many hours of your life into something, you just dont want people taking it away from you without your clear consent.

(Warning, a bit of a disgusting topic coming up)

I am starting to get acne again, and I don't know why. This week...and the last I think? I didn't eat much sugar at all. Maybe it's the fatty food...? I have to cut back on that food too...but what the hell do I eat as someone who may have diabetes? No sugar (of course), no fat, no pasta, a little bit of fruit but not too much, no carbohydrates...I just can eat vegetables, and I don't really like them. They aren't exactly filling either, you need a little bit of protein and fiber to feel full after all...

Man...and if I start moving more, as planned (probably around September, or else I won't survive the summer) I do need at least a little bit of nutrition too...!

GAAAH.

You know what? Fuck this. I'm going to get myself some delicious, cool water, and then I'll kill time somehow. Washing the dishes in the kitchen is necessary...

Urk.

Well, no time like the present! Let's go....gooo....goooo (That's my echo as I speed into the distance)

[weirdshapeddog]

I also got the ick.

I can handle dirty jokes - I appreciate them even - and my MC could be friendly and playful with Asmo… but there was always a distinctive separation between casual, playful, non-serious flirting and any real emotion. I didn’t HATE Asmo! But… I didn’t like him. Not at first.

And it kinda killed me because like… he would see (my) MC being genuine and casual and affectionate with all his brothers - INCLUDING Belphie despite chapter 16 - but then when it came to Asmo, (my) MC who let’s be real is just me would likely freeze at the smallest touch and pull away, because the ick was so intense. Like… that would have to hurt Asmo, yknow? To see someone who let his brothers cling to them and lay all over them, yet wouldn’t let Asmo so much as touch their arm casually…

It wasn’t simply because Asmo was lust. It wasn’t simply because Asmo canonically gets around. Not directly, anyway. I got the ick because it’s like… my MC will not be “just another notch in the belt”. Asmo canonically tried to charm us - tried to make us like him without our consent. And not just like him, but it’s implied he tried to make us lust after him without our consent. “Oh but he’s a demon” I am aware, but that doesn’t make it less uncomfortable. The flirting and comments were fine - it was the attempt at charming that made me take several steps back.

And I think that would end up needing to be a HUGE conversation between MC and Asmo; the pact has a purpose, and they are definitely FRIENDS, but any relationship beyond that can NOT be for the sake of adding MC to a list of achievements. It has to be honest, or it isn’t happening.

Because as far as I’m concerned MC is in a poly relationship with all 7 brothers, but I feel like Asmo would be the LAST one that my MC would be open to being affectionate with because of the fear of being “just another notch in the belt”. Of it being meaningless. Loving many people is fine! It’s great! Totally pro poly, pro sex, pro “do whatever you want with consent from all involved”! Asmo isn’t restricted to being with just MC, even! My HC is that Asmo continues to sleep around even when in a relationship with MC, and that’s fine! Guy has a lot of love and energy to give! I feel like Asmo and Sol are also A Thing too But MC will not be just another bed warmer, either.

I had to work through the ick to be able to appreciate Asmo, cuz he does have a good heart, but he doesn’t show it often - he shows lust and charm and drama queen and narcissism, but not his heart - and that made it hard to appreciate him at first. I love him now, truly, it just took longer than even loving Belphie took for me. But Belphie quickly does what he can to show his care, while Asmo RARELY drops his mask, RARELY lets us see who he really is beneath false confidence and sexual innuendo, and that made it harder to trust him. Harder to appreciate him.

Not to mention the excess of adoration from him feels like love-bombing/manipulation. That one may be just a me and my trauma thing, but still, it made Asmo hard to trust for me - in my mind, NO ONE is that adoring unless they’re trying to get something, so that sketched me out a little at first. I’ve come to understand of course that he’s just desperate for love and affection, but it still set off alarm bells for me at first, and would definitely make my MC hesitate to give genuine affection. I think they’d need to have a serious heart-to-heart, and make intentions clear, in order for MC and Asmo to have a serious relationship.

Ok, I CANNOT be the only one who got the ick so hard from asmo,

Like, immediately when he was being sexual and weird I was like “..ugh..” and got the ick even harder when he was like “I can charm people and eat them by making eye contact! Wanna make eye contact?”

Like no thx,

Obviously I came to love him like the other brothers(belphie is still a work in progress but I’m getting there),

But nowadays I like to imagine that if Mc did have any like, verbal or physical disgusted reaction to asmo he would get so butt hurt about it, would probably brush it off with a “well- you’re just a human so of course you don’t know what real beauty looks like!!” Than later just be thinking about it all night

[valleynix]

The Fool. As in, the tarot card?

(With that "you have to remember" all I had in my mind was the "remember who you are" from lion king lmao)

"They’re right in front of you-

But they’re not real. They’re gone."

Can you stop?? I need a safe word.

"You won’t let her destroy more and more realities or worlds or whatever.

It stops now."

Yes, that's the spirit! Let's go!🎉

"It seems as though Cassandra has the most control over her urges after she drinks blood from a fresh source"

But little miss Bela will be out there saying she's managing it better than her sisters😭

🥺 Cass draw Reader and Daniela sleeping???? Pls that's so cute.

I wonder if she drew some more moments of her family spending time together. That'd be like family pictures :')

Idk if they have cameras out there so

There certainly must be something wrong with me, because Cassandra is extremely attractive when she's threatening the Reader.

My lil rainbow heart was at its limits doing all the Cass paragraphs 🥴

Reading with Bela 🥺

That would be such a nice experience I bet, her voice is so soothing like she could be talking about how she cut open a manthing in the cellar and that would be like a bedtime story.

Need her to talk to me when I'm anxious <\3

Yhm yhm nvm once again giving me a slap on the face with the sweet moment followed by nothing but pure pain.

Lunatic kinda fine tho 👀 I like their evil mind, games and plans.

Mmm mmm evil people who ruin the lives of others (if only it wasn't Reader's life ). It's a love-hate relationship 😭 we gotta learn self love

DANIELA 💘💝💖💗💓💞💕💟❤

I knew sth bad would happen once again 😩

The way they argued with Bela anyway, about leaving the castle. They couldn't escape it.

Gosh I hope the Reader won't fuck up with the timeline too much this time 😭

And for now I don't trust the woman from the cellar.

And damn what killed those maids from the castle. A mystery that is yet to be solved.

i love that i saw this just as i was about to start writing again hehe

The Fool as in the tarot card >:) i'm glad someone picked up on that sdkjfhskj (there's a shit ton of symbolism that i so far haven't really seen anyone mention just yet, but hearing this made me happy :D)

*THE SAFE WORD COMMENT LMFAOOO

*can't give up hope in these trying times >:)

*listen Bela just likes to think she has that control- little miss Bela "perfect daughter" Dimitrescu is struggling BAHA

*Cass 100% has a little stash of drawings no one will ever be able to find, and it's just sketches of her family doing things she can remember or that mean something to her :')

*also tbf Cass is just attractive no matter what she does. she could threaten to cut out my tongue and i'd be like "wow say it again" LMAOOOO

*so real of you </3 Bela strikes me as someone with a voice that literally everyone loves and wants to hear (cue Daniela begging her to read just because she finds it soothing for her nightmares)

*HEHEHEHEHE, i'm trying to get better at just comfort and not as much pain following it </3

*Lunatic is honestly really smart sdkjfhs, there is a method to their madness (also have you seen the fanart done of them?? bro is cool as FUCK)

*(i promise you will learn to like them more <3)

*IN CONCLUSION: DANIELA <3333333 (i'm on my laptop so no emojis but imagine i spammed hearts)

*some things are just set in stone, as we'll see more of >:) that's the unfortunate reality of fate; no matter how hard we try, sometimes we just can't escape what was already destined to happen at some point or another

*about that...

*i definitely wouldn't! she does mean well, but... yknow... the village is a scary place, and sometimes it gives life to scarier humans forced into a certain role by the horrid shit going on

*i think chapter ten briefly implies who/what killed the maids?? if i'm not mistaken? it's often difficult to know every little thing when we only see things from one POV >:)

i hope you're still enjoying it so far, though <33

[riotlain]

How would the slashers be if they had an artist masc s/o who drew them sometimes and the slashers find sketches of themselves done by the s/o.

Can be both nude (not inherently sexual but sometimes they just wanna draw man tibbies) drawings or just detailed drawings of them doing something mundane (sitting/reading/asleep)

I like to observe a lot and it usually comes out in my pieces so i wonder how they would react if i draw em

im sorry this took far too long.

Also only 4 fellas bc they my favs frfr

Fem aligned readers dni

Michael Myers

You left your sketchbook unmonitored

Which meant michael, out of curiosity, went snooping

He saw some drawings of him

They werent anything spectacular. just him sitting or a drawing of him without a mask

You came back to him and saw him in your sketchbook

You were upset bc you lowkey hate ppl touchin your shit without permission

Michael showed you a drawing of him and did a thumbs up

Wowow he likes your art and wants you to draw him more. Thats what a simple thumbs up meant

I speak Michael Myers ig

Hes just confused about the nude drawings

How did you now his dick size??/j

He expects you to draw him now ig

But will get up while your drawing bc hes bored

“Michael I wasnt done!”

Poly Ghostface

These assholes (Stu) was snooping around your room and decided

“Lets look at Y/n’s forbidden sketchbook”

In the sketchbook there was a few sketches of them

Working, sleeping, some of ghostface

Stu immediately started yelling compliments when you walked in

Billy acted like he didnt care (He oh so did)

They now randomly ask if you can draw them and theyre annoying about it

Its mostly Stu asking but Billy will drop hints that you should draw him

Mfs are cocky about the nude drawings

You finna get teased about em so much

“Damn Y/n want me to strip for you?”

Overall they both love your art!!

Bubba Sawyer

You had left your notebook in your room when you were doing your chores

It was actually Nubbins being a snooping fool who found your notebook

He stared at every page and saw the ones of Bubba and being an amazing brother he is

Ran to Bubba teasing him-

Bubba didnt like snoopin through your shit without permission

He respected your privacy bc you respect his yknow?

Nubbins shoved the pages of Bubs in his face and was like

“LOOK LOOK AT IT LOOK!!”

It was just drawings of him existin, eating, carryin a chainsaw, drawings of his masks, some of his moobs-

Bubba loves your artwork no matter the art style

And probably wants you to draw him more

Acts like he never saw it tho

But if you ever wanna show him your art he would love that!!!

Though the shirtless/nude ones do make him quite flustered

[alkalinefrog]

i hope you dont mind me dropping an ask!

i struggle a loooottt with exaggerating emotion in my art. My style is a bit realistic and i sometimes find myself worrying more about anatomy over emotion….,, which makes my works look really stiff!!! (im more of an illustrator than an animator)

if i may- how does one exaggerate emotion in their figures without it straying too far from realism? Your figures look absolutely amazing and convey tons of feelings!!! (so pretty btw i love your art) but mine kinda look like ass 😔

anyway more on ranting about your art……, HOLY MOLY?? gosh i want to say so much but i have a huge headache and no thoughts. yknow?? but yeah everything you create makes me so so HAPPY and and and. sorry if i seem creepy i just dont know how to normally tell you that i adore your art and am extremely inspired by it

GOSH I’M BLUSHING, thank you so much!!! I’m always stunned when people tell me my art inspires them! This is gonna be a long post so let’s get into it!

Since you’re an illustrator, my best advice is to think of the poses themselves as shapes you have to design around.

It’s also helpful to take note of the specific mouth/eyebrow/general facial feature shapes that convey certain emotions. Here’s a couple notes off the top of my head:

You can also start with a more structured drawing first, then do another sketch layer over top to make it more expressive. The first examples that come to mind are those feature animation concept art drawings where they sketch over the CG models to refine expressions:

See where and how they specifically choose to break the mould to push for clearer emotions?

Now the challenge will be taking this new foundation with shapes and adding it to your structure!

Hopefully this can give you some new skills in your toolkit! You got this!!

-Alka

[ssamie]

one. new beginnings 

oikawa tooru x fem langa!reader

(hq x sk8 the infinity)

warnings: spelling mistakes, 2k+ words, u have langa’s blue hair sorry 

gen masterlist.            “snow” masterlist.

"eh?! what do you mean you're moving?!" reki shrieked out in surprise, accidentally tripping over his feet and landing on the ground

the distant sounds of cars honking and the few civilians chattering filled the air. it was almost dark and they had just gotten off work and were on their way home. 

y/n sighed and picked up his skateboard, nodding her head lightly with a frown. "yeah.. my mom said we have to move soon" she said. "but.. why?" reki frowned as he stood up to meet eyes with her.

"well, my mom got a better paying job there so she said we should just move, i guess" she replied, her tone laced with guilt. "oh.." reki muttered. he kicked his feet on the ground, looking down as y/n peers at him with a guilty frown.

"im sorry reki" she whispered with a soft whimper "i guess i should've told you a lot sooner.." she said

reki looked up at her and shook his head. "no, no! it's fine, don't worry.." he reassured with a shaky smile "um..where exactly will you be moving to?" reki asked her 

"miyagi" she answered quietly, sheepishly kicking her feet back and forth, causing the rumbling sound of the wheels hitting the pavement to fill the tense air. 

"wow uh.." reki chuckled in surprise "that's really far.." he muttered. he then cleared his throat and shot her a shaky grin "well, atleast it snows over there!" he exclaimed. "maybe you can try snowboarding again" reki said, though it didn't seem to fill her with much comfort 

"i heard there's a good amount of snow when you're deep in the mountains! you can even-" 

"reki.." she cut him off with a soft whimper of his name 

reki stopped and looked at her with a sad sigh. he pursed his lips and finally dropped the enthusiastic façade. "i don't wanna leave okinawa" she admitted with a pained sigh. "i don't wanna leave you" 

".. a-and the others too ofcourse" she continued with a nervous chuckle "not just you.." 

"i don't want you to leave too" reki chuckled as he wiped the tears brimming his eyes 

he lightly punched her shoulder and took his board from her hands. "agh! you're gonna make me cry, you know!" he exclaimed. y/n smiled and let out a soft laugh "sorry, sorry" she said 

reki pouted and hesitantly brought her into his arms, nibbling on his bottom lip and letting out a sigh as he squeezed her tight. "i'll really miss you, y/n" reki said. 

she blinked repeatedly in shock and flusteredly wrapped her arms around him as well. "um-i-i'll miss you too reki.." she stammered out as she tried to fight off the heat that was rushing to her cheeks 

suddenly, reki pulled away, much to her distaste, and fixed his stance. "let's skate together before you leave, yeah?" reki mused "just for tonight.. then we'll continue when you get back" reki smiled 

"yeah. let's skate" she replied with a fond smile 

the pair skated home, taking their usual route and doing some tricks here and there. though their usual chatter and banter was not present, and all there was, was silence that seemed to weight down on both of their chests with varying emotions. 

they stopped at the block separating their houses, right under the street light where they always meet up with each other. 

reki looked back at her and smiled. "well, this is where we part" he chuckled ."yeah.. i guess so.." y/n muttered back with a frown 

reki sighed and nudged her with his elbow. "cmon, don't be like that" he said "its not like we'll never see each other again!" reki exclaimed with a laugh, though even he wasnt able to convince or reassure himself. 

"you're just moving, no big deal! we have one more day to spend together and our friends and visit S" reki explained in a comforting tone 

y/n sighed in distress and crouched down on the ground. she kept her board in place with her feet and stared at it with furrowed brows. "i guess you're right" she said. "but i really don't want to leave. im completely fine here in okinawa with you and the others." 

"i wanna keep skating with you and go to hotsprings together and eat bentos and keep working at dope sketch!" she exclaimed with a look of affliction 

reki frowned and sat down beside her, resting his chin on his hands and nodding along. "yeah, i wanna keep doing that too" he said "but we can't really do anything about it anymore" 

"unless you wanna try begging your mom or something" reki joked with a laugh as he nudged her with his shoulder. "but it's not like that would work-... y/n?" reki sweat dropped as he looked at her only to be met with a look of determination and sparkling eyes. 

"you're so smart, reki!" she praised "that's a great idea, we should do that! you're so amazing" 

reki chuckled and cheekily grinned at her "ah shucks, you flatter me too much!" he giggled 

"but were not gonna actually do that, right?" reki asked with a soft chuckle

".. right?" 

"WE BEG YOU!" they simultaneously exclaimed as they got down on their hands and knees to bow 

"w-what?! kids, what are you doing??" nanako exclaimed with a nervous smile as she tried to get them to stand up 

"PLEASE! DON'T TAKE Y/N AWAY!" reki cried out as he wrapped his arms around her in a bone crushing hold. "please!" y/n followed up with a determined look in her eyes as she stares at her mother expectantly 

y/n loosely wrapped her arms around reki's waist and pouted "please, mom?" she pleaded as she accentuated her 'puppy eyes'. "please, hasegawa-san?" reki pleaded as well as he gave her his 'puppy eyes' for the extra cute effect 

nanako seemed conflicted as she stares at their cutesy expressions with a look of dread. "what do i do?! they're too.. too cute!!" she cried to herself "help me, oliver !!!" 

she then composed herself and cleared her throat. "well, im really sorry kids" she said "but my desicion is final." she stated with a determined huff "im doing this so we can earn more-" 

she cut herself off as she caught sight of the two teens sulking and holding ecah other while a dark gloomily aura loomed over them. "ah well- i-" nanako stammered as she shakily reached her hand out to them with a guilty smile 

she then sighed and let her arms hang by her sides. "im sorry, y/n, reki. but we need to move so i can earn more money and y/n won't have to work for me anymore" she explained "plus, i've already purchased the house so there's really no going back now" 

"but im okay with working at dope sketch.." y/n muttered with a frown 

"i know, but.." nanako smiled nervously "look at it this way! you'll go to a new school and make some friends! we can even try snowboarding during winter, won't you love that?" 

y/n briefly glanced at reki and sighed. "sure.." she mumbled 

nanako smiled and gently patted them both on the head. "you should hang out with your friends before we leave" she said "you'll regret wasting your time here, yknow?" nanako mused 

reki and y/n nodded and went to put on their shoes. they grabbed their boards, and hastily skated to joe's restaurant 

"ah jeez.." nanako muttered to herself as she watched them skate away. "teenagers are so hard to handle!!" 

"help me oliver!!!" 

"guys, we have something to say!" reki exclaimed as he abruptly slammed his hand down on the table, effectively gaining all of their attention. 

"y/n is-" 

"what is it you slime?" miya sneered as he continued sipping on his drink 

"your girlfriend?" they all simultaneously said with a bored tone as they continued on eating their meals 

"..." reki and y/n blinked and looked at each other in confusion. "what?" reki asked cluelessly "no that's not-" 

"well its kinda obvious" shadow said with a chuckle "yeah, we kind of saw it coming" miya agreed 

"what? no seriously, that's not what-" reki was once again cut off by joe who playfully punched him in the shoulder and grinned. "damn, didn't know you had it in you to ask her out" joe laughed "and i didn't think y/n would ever confe-" 

"I'M MOVING TO MIYAGI!" she immediately cut him off, mainly to prevent joe's big mouth from spilling anything, and just to get it out of the way. 

"WHAT?!" they all collectively exclaimed 

"are you serious? that's pretty far away" shadow said with furrowed brows "yeah... what about S?" miya asked with a small frown 

"i'll have to quit" y/n says as she steals a fry from cherry's plate "i'll go one last time later." 

"miyagi.." cherry mumbled as he swats her hand away from his food. "where in miyagi will you be staying?" he asked. "i don't know" she answered with a shrug. "but im going to a school named aoba johsai i think." 

"carla, tell me about that school." almost immediately, carla had responded. "okay master" it said. 

"aoba johsai, also known as seijoh, is a private school located at miyagi prefecture. they are mostly known for their performance in volleyball, having competed in numerous tournaments and had made a name for themselves through the sport and successfully deemed themselves as a powerhouse school. "

"volleyball?" y/n hummed in curiosity "how do you play that?" she asked cherry. "i wouldn't know." he replied "though it's a sport where you play with a team. why? would you like to join?" he asked 

"probably not" y/n shrugged 

"oi, rookie! are you really moving?" joe asked with a small frown "S would get boring without you, yknow?" 

"i am" she replied "and i think S would be fine with you guys and reki in it" 

reki looked at her and smiled. the redhead slung his arm around her shoulders and picked up his board "how bout we have a beef one last time before you go?" reki suggested "we could all go against each other. just for the fun of it." 

"sure, but you'll lose, just so you know" joe boasted as he flexed his biceps. "hah?! just cus you're bigger and more muscular doesn't mean you'll win!" reki whined 

"yeah!" y/n agreed with a huff "reki has gotten better and much faster! and he knows more tricks now. he even did a snowboarding trick and-" 

miya quickly cut her off before she could go on a full rant about the redhead. "let's just go" miya groaned out as he grabbed his board. "man, are you sure you're not together" shadow sweat dropped as he followed miya and dragged them both out of the restaurant 

"we're not!" reki exclaimed with a laugh "why would you even think that would happen? we're just best friends" 

"right.. best friends" y/n agreed 

shadow sweat dropped as he turned to look at her, only to be met with her teary eyes and her quivering smile, looking like she’s on the verge of crying her eyes out like a child. 

"are you okay?" shadow muttered sheepishly as he watched her hastily wipe her eyes and pout like a child "yes" she replied with a huff 

"oh, is that so?" miya cooed with a cat-like grin as he stalked closer to her side "i mean it makes sense" he said "the heroine shouldn't be with a slime, after all" 

shadow deadpanned as he watched miya slyly lock their arms together with a grin "so who should she be with? you?" he scoffed "ofcourse!" miya wholeheartedly agreed. "im the hero so the heroine should be with me!" 

shadow sweat dropped as he watched miya hug her arm and look at them with a smug cat-like smirk. "dude, aren't you like thirteen?" shadow deadpanned 

y/n smiled and patted his head with a soft laugh "yup, you're right" she agreed jokingly, her smile widening as miya's face exploded into bright shades of red. "i-it doesn't mean i like you though!" he shrieked out "im just saying that we would be compatible!!" 

"i see." she muttered "japanese people are so hard to decipher" 

cherry and joe came out of the restaurant and got on their boards, urging them to do the same. "cmon, let's go there before too many people arrive" joe said as he stretched his arms 

"last one to arrive buys everyone boba!!" reki announced as he skated away, pulling y/n along as he does so 

"ha?! oi! unfair you should've counted!!" shadow exclaimed before hastily catching up to them "hmp, as if i'll lose to any of you slimes." miya muttered as he sped up 

"oh please. you all make me pay anyways." cherry mumbled with a sigh as he got on carla and calmly caught up to them 

"well you got the most cash" joe shrugged with a grin 

"shut up you gorilla." 

"i'll really miss their banters." y/n mumbled as she looked back to watch joe and cherry hit  each other with their board. "hey, it's not like we can't visit you" reki laughed 

"would you visit me reki?" she asked with a hopeful gleam in her eyes. "it would be strange not being with you.." 

"of course! i'll visit you like every week!" reki reassured with a wide grin 

"heh, as if you got the cash for that" shadow sneered from beside him. 

"i-im gonna save up, then i'll visit you every week!" reki cleared his throat with a nervous laugh 

her smile widened as she stared at reki in admiration and pure glee. 

"okay, im counting on it!"

im making miya have a cute little puppy crush on u cus why not lol, yall won't end up together tho that's weird 🤨‼️

[quidfree]

just screamed over your fem todobaku it was endlessly entertaining and I’m sure to be rereading it every two weeks from now on... the way katsuki pieces things together and the absurd setting is everything I wanted and more TT!!! For prompts.. tdbk’s relationship in the eyes of their classmates? That moment in a prev fic where momo is like yeah I’m with jirou now 🤗n then tdrk goes oh me too but w bkg is forever embedded into my brain lmfaooo like what does everyone make of this insane pair

pftttttt glad it fulfilled your expectations anon i love writing half-serious todobaku pieces where they are still 50/50 strategic geniuses and emotional morons as per canon but the setting is increasingly absurd. i don't know what the context was for giant deku in that sketch but the visual was too good. date-crasher deku at it again.

as for ur prompt i do love the concept bc i live for third party pov content but i would find it v hard to get done in the prompt format bc 1) honestly a lot of the 1A students (etc) don’t have very defined personalities lol and 2) when it comes to those who do i have too much to say to do this in an hour. however i can give you some bulletpoint summaries of the BNOCs (and if you have any specific niche classmates whose take you want do let me know). with that being said...

kirishima: forever and always a supportive bestie and thus leader of the todobaku fanclub. i mean just read my fic yknow. 1000% called it on bakugous side first (and/or bakugou told him) and has been enthusiastically supportive ever since. hes a big ol romantic really and also unironically thinks todobaku is the manliest of pairings (and totally made for each other, bro!!) so hes beyond stoked when they do get together. hes one of their most comfy third wheels bc he and bakugou r very close and he and todoroki r also good friends so no one is like on uncomfortable/uneven footing and hes unfazed by the ups and downs of their relationship bc hes used to both of their antics. the secret-keeper.

i don’t have enough separate intel on the rest of the bakusquad but they’re 1) completely thrown by the revelation that after years of wheedling and trying to set bakugou up into surprise dates he is not in fact ‘work-sexual’, and to top this off is actually into todoroki of all people 2) obnoxiously supportive, as you would expect. secretly they’re all kind of defensive of bakugou’s fragile heart (citation needed) and so nervous about how the whole thing is gonna work out but when it becomes apparent todoroki does not have better sense they relax and just become excessively nosy. like to complain that bakugou and todoroki weren’t content dominating their year academically and professionally they also had to steal out 2 of the country’s most eligible bachelors, the selfish bastards.

camie: second leader of the todobaku fanclub, idc. clocks it ahead of literally anyone else in their friend group bc she just, like, got that vibe, you know? theres a multitude of equally blunt and inappropriate ways in which she addresses this vibe (calling them out in person when theyre years away from it, trying to not especially artfully orchestrate a get-together, etc) and they are all very unsuccessful. shes ‘lowkey mad bakugou stole her potential man’ but ‘finders keepers’ so once they’re past that she’s all for it since she correctly thinks they r freaks best suited to e/o and also honestly probably thinks bl is cute or something. todoroki and bakugou both endure her encouragement very long-sufferingly. big double dater energy.

yaoyorozu: not at all in the first to clock gang, bc honestly the idea she has of todoroki is still a lil idealized/inaccurate and certainly does not involve dating bakugou; the initial reveal is inevitably delivered very casually to her as she scrambles for a polite reaction. she’s kind of wary of the whole thing at face value but close scrutiny leads her to conclude they’re actually not-terrible together. upon reaching this conclusion she begins making earnest overtures towards a very confused bakugou bc she figures she may as well make the effort to get to know him better. i always hc her as having had a crush of some variety on todoroki at some point so theres probs a bit of wistfulness involved and also a far larger ‘nvm dodged that bullet’ energy bc todobaku r romantically a mess and a half. to her despair she is extremely weak to camie’s todobaku gossip.

uraraka: to everyone’s vague bewilderment, a secret todobaku stan from the get-go. you could say this is bc it leaves deku solidly open but honestly she just has similarly odd friendships with todoroki and bakugou and it’s like a persistent guilty thought of hers that they’re kind of well-suited somehow. she often tells todoroki he can do better just to wind bakugou up but would be the first to take bakugou’s side if he actually did. she really enjoys them together bc she finds somehow they’re easier to tease- it humanizes them both further to be weak to dumb emotions. she plays counsellor sometimes but like subtly bc she knows better than to give outright advice.

iida: completely blindsided by the information, also spends several months in the grips of insomnia convinced that both their friend group and japan are doomed given the inevitable dramatic breakup. then he spends a singular day hanging around them at work or something and realises that his imagined version of them as a couple was in fact completely off-base bc they’re just overly intense workaholics who are too single-focused to ever bother splitting up. also top 1 most likely friend to launch into a completely sincere defense of them and their relationship in response to like the laziest off-color paparazzi bait comment.

midoriya: where to begin honestly. he def gets weird vibes from them throughout the whole usual melodrama but 200% does not come to the right conclusions. when he finally gets the news broken to him (never gently) his brain breaks a little. it’s mainly the bakugou element bc kacchan is.. kacchan and like.. not necessarily fundamentally someone midoriya has ever imagined harboring human interest in another living person. also todoroki in a parallel way has always struck him as resoundingly disinterested in relationships mainly bc hes kind of above them. of course once he sets to theorising he can connect some dots to bakugous various jealousies over the years and also todorokis pretty open staring and wow he is not very good at connecting dots actually. anyways once he recovers from the shock i think theres a variety of ways in which he takes it bc honestly it is very weird that his best friend and his .. closest friend (?) who have always primarily interacted through or due to him now have this competing private relationship. regardless obv he is intensely supportive in like, the typical kind of overbearing midoriya way. i sometimes make it so its just one of those things that everyones cool with but also the details will always be something midoriya and bakugou do not want midoriya to know bc Awkward, vs other times i make him super cool w it to the extent that hes just overenthusiastic and todorokis all oh. sure. thanks :) while bakugou loses his shit. he does genuinely think they’re a really good fit upon reflexion, and since he’s best suited to knowing why he’s p much always correct in his assessments. its one of those things where each duo in the trio has the capacity of playing up the subject matter to the third party’s detriment, tho when todoroki is the third party he’s less embarrassed by bakudeku’s todobaku discourse and more enduring their various bizarre friendship rituals + the serious physical damage they usually precede.

also aizawa clocks them first and is like oh god please no this is going to take at least 5 years to implode and will age me 10 years in the process

[kitkat1003]

On the issue of Mortality

AO3 Link

MK chose to be mortal, to be vulnerable, for the time being, and Monkey King is fine with that.

On the surface, at least.  Now he has a successor, one that he likes, and he’s vulnerable????

Yeah, he’s never going to sleep easy again.

(Or, 11 chapters through season 1 about Monkey King, and anxiety his successor gives him.  Who knew being a dad teacher would be so hard?)

Chapter 1: Picking a successor

(Or “Look, I’m gonna come clean.  Um...I’ve been kinda watching you”)

When Sun Wukong—the Monkey King—decides he needs a successor, it isn’t an easy decision.  For one, he refuses to admit why.  Because that would mean confronting it all and he doesn’t want to.  

He needs a successor because he wants one.  Who doesn’t want to retire?  It’s not like he’s spent hundreds of thousands of years in technical retirement, waiting for the Demon Bull King to return.  No, he’s been...super busy.  Yeah.  Turning Flower Fruit Mountain into a paradise has totally taken him…forever, and, like, he’s got lots of stuff to do.  He watches TV, once humans get electricity figured out.  Gets a computer too, once those things start popping up.  He gets a lawyer or two, yknow, keeping up with the times.

He’s...super busy.  He definitely deserves a retirement.

So all that’s left is find a successor.  Easy, right?

Well....

He actually starts looking when he hears whispers that the Demon Bull family is starting to get close to figuring out how to lift his staff.  So about a hundred years before Demon Bull King actually escapes.

He finds a few kids he thinks might work, but nothing happens, anyway, so there’s no point in interrupting their boring normal lives for nothing.  Besides, he doesn’t really see any of them with the spark of...something that he wants in his successor in any of them

He watches them grow.  Child to teen to adult, he watches, and then he leaves before they get too old because he doesn’t want to see the headstones.

He doesn’t understand why they have to be human.  Why they have to be mortal.  Why they have to be able to die.

Why he has to watch them die.

Years and years pass.  He gets lax, when looking for a successor.  Lax when it comes to keeping an eye on the Demon Bull family.

He does, on occasion, watch the town where his staff is.  It’s a pretty populace place, always buzzing with some sort of activity, which is both fun and boring.

One night, he watches a kid—no older than 13, he thinks, since he’s gotten used to watching humans grow and can gauge it pretty well—sprint down the street in the rain, wearing nothing but a ratty old hoodie, a shirt, shorts, torn up shoes, and a headband so dirty that even he can’t discern the original color.

There are three other figures chasing him, and he ducks into an alley as they sprint past.  Monkey King watches as the kid settles down, sitting in the alley, and pulling something out from beneath his hoodie.

A puppy.

“Hey there, little guy,” the kid’s voice is soft, and he scritches the tiny pup behind the ears.  “Sorry I couldn’t get your siblings, but they’d already been thrown in the lake—” the look on the kid’s face is nothing short of heartbreaking. 

Monkey King has plans for the group of thugs he saw earlier, if that’s what they were doing. Humans. 

“But hey, managed to save you, huh?  I’ll bring you to a shelter in the morning.  Someone will take you home and you’ll get loved to death.” Monkey King rolls his eyes at the saccharine display, but he wonders.

There isn’t a lot of crime in this city, with its advancements.  What’s a kid doing outside this late at night?

“I’d take you home with me, but mine’s more of a hovel than a place to live.  You can still see it, though!  C’mon,” the kid gets up, stumbling a little, and Monkey King notices that he’s favoring one leg, that the elbow of one of the sleeve’s of his hoodie is wet.

He follows.

The kid’s house is literally a shack made of a metal sheet wedged between an alley wall.  There’s a ‘bench’ that’s a slab of rock placed on top of more rocks, where a well loved sketchbook sits.

The kid sits on the bench, setting the puppy down beside him as he flips open his sketchbook.

“I’m gonna draw you, so I don’t forget, kay?” He pats the pup on the head, and then, using the smallest, most worn down pencil Monkey King has ever seen, he slowly carves out the puppy’s features, getting the soft tones of fur.  He keeps squinting, but Monkey King thinks that’s because all he has is the light of the lamppost for his vision.

This kid...is pretty darn good.

Monkey King watches for way longer than he would like to admit, and then watches as the kid pulls out a very worn blanket-substitute, curling around the puppy beneath it.

He frowns, but isn’t sure what to do about it.

So he leaves, and makes sure those thugs learn a thing or two about treating animals with respect.

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This kid just keeps popping up in Monkey King’s peripherals.

He likes to people watch, and the kid will just appear from nowhere.  He’ll be running down the street, hanging out with this girl who looks about 3 economic classes above him. They’ll go to the arcade and play for hours, and she’ll pay for practically everything.

He decides he likes her, if she’s nice enough to do that for the kid.  Plus, he feels a familiar energy coming off of her, something he trusts.

They typically end their day at a noodle shop.  Pigsy’s?  The kid always pays there, with coins of various sizes.  The girl, when the kid isn’t looking, will slip the cook some more money.  They get steaming hot bowls of ramen, harass the cook, and eventually get half chased out, laughing all the while.

“You know you can stay with me, right?” The girl says, one day, when Monkey King is people watching (read: eavesdropping on their conversation.  It’s like his new favorite TV show, at this point).  Kid rolls his eyes.

“Mei, c’mon, your relationship with your folks is as strained as mine!  I wouldn’t want you to end up like me.  Besides, I’m fine!” he insists with the grin Monkey King has grown accustomed to seeing on Kid’s face.  

The information Monkey King gains from those two sentences is certainly something, and he ponders on Mei, the girl who spends her days as far away from home as possible.

Mei frowns.

“You still won’t show me where you’re staying.  Or explain why your clothes are all torn up!” She pokes him in the chest, and the Kid shrugs.

“Cause you wouldn’t like either of those things!  I can take care of myself!  Promise.” He rocks back and forth on his feet, all smiles.

Mei fixes him with a glare, before she sighs, relenting. “Fine.  But, if you won’t take my hospitality, you get my undying loyalty and free stuff!” She whips out a brand new red winter coat.  

Kid takes it slowly.

“It’s getting colder out!” She explains.  “And red just isn’t my color, you know?”

Kid slowly pulls the jacket against his chest, like he doesn’t know what to do with it, and then he smiles.  This one is smaller.  Less performative.  Monkey King didn’t realize that he’d been watching the kid to be able to tell the difference, but it’s not too hard to see.  Kid uses big smiles like a cloak, to hide what’s underneath.  The smaller ones-those are like the slivers of sunlight shooting out from an eclipse.  Wukong finds he prefers the smaller ones.

Kid wraps his arm around Mei’s shoulders.

“Thanks, Mei.”

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The days get colder, and Kid is still in that shack.  Monkey King finds out that Kid doesn’t steal for money.  Instead, he does little odd jobs for short change, and then looks for coins people have dropped.  Apparently, the city’s wealth has made people more loose with their change.

Mei drags him to warm places as often as she can, but apparently this time of year she has a lot of responsibilities, or “social events,” as she calls them, so she can’t be around as much.

Kid doesn’t seem to mind, shivering through the nights, curling himself as tight as possible with that jacket and shitty blanket, and Monkey King doesn’t know why he even cares, but...

He’s not cruel.  It isn’t pleasant to watch a kid suffer.

And then, Kid gets sick.  Like, delirious, fever sick, and he’s not getting better.

And Monkey King has told himself, a million times, that he would let Kid figure his own life out, but he ends up picking Kid up anyway, depositing him at the ever familiar noodle shop.

The cook drags the boy inside, and Monkey King doesn’t see Kid on the streets after that.

Good.

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Kid starts working at the noodle shop, apparently, and he lives above the shop.  Slowly, he accrues random objects.  Sketchbooks, games, figurines, Monkey King comics?  He watches the show near religiously, and Monkey King is both flattered and weirded out.

A super fan, huh?  Okay then.

And when he isn’t working, or watching “Monkey King: The Animated Series,” or reading Monkey King comics, he’s begging the resident bookworm, Tang, for stories, which he then sketches out.

Monkey King actually goes through the sketchbook once, when Kid’s asleep.  Yup, Kid’s really, really good at this.  Monkey King actually thinks about stealing a drawing, but that would be both very obvious and also stupid.

So he lets it go.  He ought to look for his successor, anyway.  He hears the Demon Bull family is getting close.

He leaves Kid to his life and moves on to his own.

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He can’t find a successor.  Somehow.  It’s like every person in this city (and it would have to be in this city, because you need to be close to the staff in some regard if you want to have a connection with it.  Being born near it, living near it-makes it easy for the energy, the chi, to find you) doesn’t want anything to do with hero business.  The kids he considers are too small, the adults too...boring.

And he’s getting pretty frustrated here, because he thinks he might just have to fight the Demon Bull King all over again, which, ugh.

And then, it clicks.

He’s watching Kid drive around town, delivering orders, and somehow the kid steers towards the construction site.  Toward the staff.

Of course.

God, it was literally staring him in the face.  He feels kind of dumb, now that it hits him, but whatever.  Not like anyone’s around to tease him about it.

He watches Kid waltz towards danger, music in his headphones too loud to notice the literal demon family, until Kid opens his eyes and sees the whole demon army there, and hoo boy, is this comical.

Monkey King wonders if they’ll succeed this time, in lifting his staff.  They certainly seem confident.  He’s kind of curious, kind of bored.  The whole ‘take our rightful place as rulers of this world’ schtick is super annoying, and Red Son’s voice is grating.

The light show is pretty nice, though, and then.

Then.

Demon Bull King’s a lot smaller than he remembers, but his voice is the same, as is his attitude.  Monkey King can feel Kid shaking and takes a quick sweep of the area.  Seems his successor is right above Red Son.

He smirks to himself, not that anyone can see considering he’s a bird right now.  

This is going to be hilarious.

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When Kid touches the staff, Monkey King isn’t prepared for the feeling he gets.

It’s like he’s been the single Sun in an endless galaxy, surrounded by darkness, when suddenly another star appears from nowhere, throwing him into orbit with it.  The galaxy shifts, the light doubles, the darkness recedes.

Monkey King’s own center, his sun, feels red hot, warm, and tempered by years of life, with a spark of yellow and white in its center.  Kid’s is bright, brilliant golden yellow, more white than any color, bursting with energy.

That energy gets put to work pretty quickly, as the Kid fumbles his way out of the demon’s den, and Monkey King soars after him, watching the escape with a smile.

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He doesn’t properly meet Kid until he gets shot all the way to Flower Fruit mountain.  After Kid escapes Red Son, he panickedly tells his friends what’s going on and tries to get there on his own.

Well, all the way is a bit much.  Maybe Monkey King had to catch Kid and fly him there, because Kid was looking half dead and Monkey King was a little worried, but that’s beside the point.  He leaves Kid on the shore, and follows him when Kid gets up.

He isn’t expecting the frustration, when he can’t be found, but he supposes that’s his cue.

Getting stepped on is unpleasant.  Guess Kid doesn’t like bugs.

God, the look on Kid’s face, when it hits him that Monkey King’s been watching him!  If he could frame a memory, that would be it.  Hoo, boy, is that going to be replaying in his head for a while.  Kid seems more bewildered than anything else, and the idea of being Monkey King’s successor doesn’t sit well with him.

Which, Monkey King doesn’t get that.  Who wouldn’t want to be taught by him?

But maybe he overestimates the kid’s spunk, his confidence, because waving off his worries doesn’t spur him on; rather, it seems to deflate him.

Ugh.  Why is being a teacher difficult?  It’s not like his teacher had a hard time with him, right?

Distantly, he thinks he can hear his master shouting at him.  He hops off his cloud, says just the right thing to get Kid pumped up, and watches him race off.

He considers just sitting back and not watching, but then, that wouldn’t be any fun, would it?

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He isn’t actually sure what having a successor means, really.  How much their powers, their lives, would mirror his own.  A part of him was terrified by the prospect—could he even be known as anything special, if he was no longer one of a kind?

But there’s also something quite exciting about this.  The idea that your life is being rewritten, the story unfinished and yet also repeating itself.  The Demon Bull King is on the loose, with his army and family, trying to take over the world.

And only one person can stop him.  The Monkey King.

Kid’s powers are volatile.  He can feel them flare up from time to time, wildly flickering out of control.  A lack of self confidence, that might be causing it.  A part of him is annoyed by that, a part of him is relieved.  Far better to have to teach someone to believe in themselves than teach them humility.  He’s pretty sure he hasn’t learned that latter lesson all the way yet.

Kid vanishes into the Demon Bull King’s chest, where the staff lies, and for a moment, the new sun vanishes.  Monkey King feels the cold rush of space in its absence, and feels panic, even though he’s only known this warmth for a few hours.

But then, it bursts back into existence, as a familiar stone drops from the Demon Bull King’s chest, cracking open, and, well, it’s history being written the same way over and over again, isn’t it?

Kid has a flair for silliness, childish maneuvers.  He likes to have fun, and that’s the best part of the powers they share.  To be invincible, to have fun while saving the day. 

It’s a repeat, until, well, it isn’t.

The blow Kid takes makes Monkey King wince.  The body becoming invulnerable takes time.  It doesn’t just immediately show up.  Every second, Kid’s body is absorbing and meshing with the powers thrust upon it, but that doesn’t mean getting hit a mile by a guy twenty times your size doesn’t still hurt, at this point.

But Monkey King knows this is what has to happen.  Because heroes aren’t heroes if they never feel pain, never get hit.

Heroes, he thinks, as Kid tears himself from the wall he’s embedded in, as Kid stands, eyes ablaze, are heroes when they get hit and they get back up.

And Kid sure as hell does.

“I’m the Monkey Kid!” He shouts, like a battle cry, like a challenge, and Monkey King smirks.  Monkey Kid, huh?  It suits him.  And then, Kid slams the staff on the ground, and the world shifts.

A part of him is kind of jealous.  How come he never got a mech?!  Has that been a thing this entire time?  Another part is in awe of this Kid’s creativity, ability, at such a young age.

And seeing DBK get trounced again certainly keeps the jealous part of him quiet.

Kid’s got a nice group of friends.  Reminds him of his journey days, him and a rag tag group of idiots going around wreaking havoc and learning moral lessons at the end of it.  He’s glad Kid isn’t alone or on the streets anymore.  A strong foundation leads to a stronger ability to grow.

Well, he’d better get some sort of training regimen ready.  Or, at least, start thinking of some things to do to train this kid.  He’s sure at some point Kid is going to bug him for a lesson or two.

Somehow, the thought doesn’t bother him as much as he thinks it should.

[briandthemoon]

~ Uploading this WIP here too! ~ {You can see both on my deviantArt too [same username], but with some of the original ideas and thoughts.} So uh, I did what I do best and shoved two things I love and have been hyperfocusing on for the last month together: Sanders Sides and RWBY.

I’ve been binging @thatsthat24 ‘s Sanders Sides videos and fan comics for the last month or so and by god, it’s really lifted my mood. I’m gonna work to get them all lined and coloured soon, but since I’ll be travelling in the next week, I’ll likely have paper sketches and such to upload if I’m lucky.

As for this AU, say hello to Team RNBO [Rainbow]! This is what I have so far in terms of character information; [putting it under a readmore, please do have a look!]

Roman De La Rosa:

- Semblance:  "Picture This" - the ability to conjure an item proportional to the positive emotions he alone is feeling. So the happier and more creative he feels, the better.

- Weapons: “Armas Y Rosas“, a gauntlet-gun [armas] and a rosen rapier sword [rosas]. It’s literally just a Guns N Roses joke.

Virgil Nightshade:

- Black Cat Faunus. I didn’t realise til too late how similar to Blake he is but honestly, idc, I love him.

- Semblance:  "Panic Room" - the ability to conjure a small isolated, soundproof space to trap someone in. Including himself in times of distress.

- Weapons: “Atropa”  and “Solanum”, two knives with dust vials that attach to the end to infuse the metal. He usually uses Gravity Dust because 1) aesthetic and 2) if you have gravity defying Dust? Thats a cool escape my guy.

Logan Blu-Berrie:

- Semblance: “Blu-Screen of Death” -   the ability to perform computer-esque functions via summons, i.e. attacking someone with a text box he just conjured, or browsing data and memories on a summoned screen for accuracy.

- Weapon: “Crofter”, a staff-spear that uses projection similar to Velvet’s weapon to form blades when needed. I.E. turning the staff into an axe or hammer or even forming a fishing line. [Looking at this whole thing, Logan wound up giving me big Scottish vibes in this AU and I’m SO for it.]

Patton Opal:

- Labrador Faunus, best boy 1000/10, didn’t have to re-work his design at all, what a madlad

- Semblance:  "New Trick" - the ability to mark a person and be able to find them via a boosted scent marker. So far Roman smells like strawberries and creme, Virgil smells like smokey wood, and Logan smells like jam. And yes, Patton has tried tracking himself. He smells of vanilla cookies.

Weapon: “Storge”, a shield - axe combo. Mostly used in the shield position unless he’s forced to be active in a fight. Tried to give this weapon BIG Rose Quartz Shield Vibes.

Remus Pepinillo:

- for those wondering, he threw out the De La Rosa name when he left the family to go eat deoderants without judgement. And to go cause havoc.

- Semblance: “Can’t Be Unseen” - Similar to Roman’s semblance, Remus can conjure items but instead based upon other people’s negative emotions directed at him. So things like disgust and fear directed at him make him stronger. 

- Weapon: “Asqueroso”, a mace that can be wielded in pole form or as a chain flail. The name literally is just the spanish for “Disgusting”.

“Deceit“:

- Python faunus. Pretty obvious there. As for a name, I’ll work with whatever becomes canon, tbh. His hat snake isn’t real, it’s just a design, but he has named his hat “Monty”.

- Semblance: “Trust in Me” - Deceit can mimic someone else’s voice to the point of being hypnotic in some cases.

- Weapon: “Kaa”, a microphone that can amplify sounds to use as ammo, or can be combined with dust vials for other effects, such as fire breathing or ice breath. This is absolutely where Virgil got the idea for his knives. 

~~ Little Things In Their Designs Collectively~~

- So mostly Roman and Virgil had a revamp and got added or changed details. I’m personally loving the rose decals for Roman, and the fact that Virgil has to keep sewing his hoodie pocket sides back up because he keeps knee-jerk whipping out his knives and catching them on the sides. Also freckles. I cannot stress enough how much I needed to give one of these cute lil guys freckles.

- Logan and Patton really didn’t change much; Patton came out perfect the first time, and Logan just needed some proportion adjustments. Later I went and added friendship bracelets to each design because I do not believe for a second that Patton wouldn’t make them team bracelets. The card suit beads was just an addition that I added because I am the artist and none of you can stop me from adding the tiniest of references to Homestuck Quadrants. 

- For Roman and Remus, I wanted them to have similar poses but good god, it was still hard to draw Remus’s hands. They look so good in the end though so I’m good with ‘em. I also might give him a little top hat or something at some point and see how it looks, I dunno.

- As for Deceit, I had a bit of trouble trying to pin down his design at first, but once I rolled with the allusions to Kaa from Jungle Book, it went far easier. I quite like that I added the poisonous needles in the bottom of his boots as a “sting in the tail” kind of thing.

- Talking about inspirations and such, Roman, Virgil, and Patton are pretty much just colour based; Roman being red roses [his name literally being Roman of the Rose] as a symbol of romance of course, with Virgil’s whole motif being Edgey and thus going with nightshade purple as his colour, and finally with Patton, his name took me the longest to work out, but Opal seemed to fit really well, and considering it represents Love and Loyalty? Come on, I had to.

- As for Logan, Deceit, and Remus, they all got more story links worked in somehow without me really realising. Logan was really unexpected, but between the Crofters’ Jam link and the blue colours, he gave me sort of Little Boy Blue vibes, and also via the name Logan being Scottish in origin and yknow, everythign else I mentioned? Yeah. I will definitely be adding celtic flair to his design when its coloured. Deceit is more obvious; Kaa was a good choice in influence that I noticed halfway through and just buckled down on. For Remus, he bounced around a bit between Maleficent and Dr Facilier, but in the end, I figured the Shadow Man was a better fit. Also his surname is literally just the Spanish for “Pickle” or “Gherkin”. 

- Final info, if people are wondering, they’d all be centred on Huntsman training at Beacon, but in terms of where they’re from;

Roman and Remus would be from Atlas, obviously. That place spits out rich kids with issues like it’s quickfire Uno.

Virgil would be from Mantle; it’s pretty obviously one of the more run down and hard to live in areas, plus that’d set up the in this universe initial animosity between Roman and Virgil.

Logan is from Vale, so he’s a Beacon native. I considered him being from Atlas because of their tech. However, Vale won me over with Logan’s european influences and such.

Patton would be from Vacuo. I know its a weird choice, but hey, it’s full of faunus and it just fit a bit better than Menagerie or Mistral.

Speaking of, Deceit is 100% Menagerie born, but Mistral bred. He often tells people different conflicting origin stories, and won’t even tell his name to ex-buddy Virgil or ‘best buddy’ Remus.

I think that’s everything so far!!

I dunno if everyone else is as hype to see what comes of all this as I am, but either way I’m going to have fun doing it. <3

_______ PLEASE DO NOT: - repost my art at all - you are not permitted to line or colour this art - you are not permitted to use this art as an icon or profile pic - do not steal these designs, I put a lot of work into them ;; _______ Sanders Sides (c) @thatsthat24 RWBY (c) Monty Oum & Rooster Teeth The sketches belong to me.

[sleepypocketsock]

I woke up from my nap thinking about your omori haunted au

oh yeah!! ksgjjafg i forgot i havent posted concept sketches yet, hahahah

(careful! there are spoilers for omori here, so proceed with caution!)

for the people who dont know, i came up with an OMORI AU that takes place after the bad end.

its a little bit long, so ill put a keep reading here

I’ve called this the Haunted Concert AU, but if people want to give out more suggestions to the name, thats cool too

picture this:

Sunny and Mari’s ghosts rise from their respective graves, confused as hell, with little to no memories

All they both certainly know is that A. they died  B. they are siblings, they both know that much and C. They had friends that the NEED to say hi to again, they don’t know why, but they do

Neither of them know how they died, when they try to remember, it gets all fuzzy

When they first make eye contact, it was the equivalent of the spiderman pointing meme 

*pointing* “SUNNY????” “MARI????” “YOU DIED???” “I DID??”  “WE DIED” “WE DID???”

both are very Confused

after they talk shit out, they both realize they NEED to talk with the rest of their friends because it gives them some kind of closure

problem: they dont know where to start

“..where do we start?” “i dunno little brother, but i think we should go to our secret hiding place in the park! that should help us!” “huh?” “huh? how do i know that?”

they have memory problems and thats not very good

They somehow end up at Kel’s and Hero’s house, and Mari think that they should try to get their attention!

its very hard to do that in the middle of the night

luckily, Hero’s awake, yay!

unluckily, he’s having a Bad Time crying his eyes out, yay...

Mari, not knowing jack about her past, tries to cheer him up and does a friendly “hey there handsome :D”

it doesnt work, considering Mari, Hero’s girlfriend but not rly, has been dead for 4 years and suddenly appears behind hero

Hero, panicking, brushes it off and decides to go back to sleep bc what the fuck is god out to get him is this a sign hes dying fuck this

cue MANY shenanigans of Sunny & Mari desperately trying to get the gangs attention by doing Various Haunting shit 

Hero hears piano music every night and sees foggy writings of “we are here!” with arrows pointing to nothing

Kel hears Sunny’s violin playing sometimes, and when he’s playing video games to cope, he swears he can hear Sunny saying “...you’re doing really good” and hears light breathing beside him

Aubrey has seen Mari & Sunny trying to comfort her in what she believes to be her dreams (its not) and she swears to god, has seen Sunny’s refection in the dirty mirror at night, looking concerned for her saying “are you feeling alright?” in a wispy voice that gives her chills

aubreys house is more clean because sunny and mari do their best to clean it all up, despite being, yknow, ghosts 

Basil thinks he’s hallucinating whenever Mari or Sunny try to get his attention :( he blocks it all out

one time he’s crying at night, and then he feels cold all of a sudden and faintly hears “dont cry....”

its Sunny comforting him bc he suddenly feels guilty for something he’s not sure of, like he left something behind 

One day all of them decide to visit their old hangout spot for reasons im not sure yet on what

could be Kel deciding to meet all together bc holy shit do they need it rn

could all be a coincidence and they just. Awkwardly try to have a convo together

this is set at night because it fits

then all of a sudden, the wind starts to blow, and then they hear Sunny and Mari

“hey!!!!! helloooo!!!!!! can you guys PLEASE listen to us?” “..are you sure this will work?” “hopefully! Im really worried about Basil...”

They all turn to the dock thats in the pond, and there they are

“guys....am i seeing things......or is that...” “...someone fucking punch me, i refuse to believe this is real”

Sunny n Mari turn, and they get all excited because FINALLY!!!! they can talk to them!!! Mari starts rambling on how they've wanted to get them to listen to them for awhile because of reasons im still fleshing out

everyone is panicking

Aubrey wants to hug them both but is very sad n angry at the same time

Hero is staring at Mari, very close to crying because what the fuck, wait wh at th e f uck

Kel is crying because he wants to ask Sunny and Mari why they did it he also wants to hug his crush and tell him he loves him for the last time suntan shippers come get yalls angst

Basil is crying, staring at the siblings in disbelief. hes in extreme shock

anyway that was the original premise, there can be other ideas of it too, like what if they were long dead b4 they met the gang, and Basil, Hero, and Aubrey get two (2) ghost friends whom they love very much, but thats for another time

ive though about many variants of this AU, and i’ve only had so much time to create concept art fadhfjk

heres the sketches i have so far (theyre kinda old & i was experimenting w/ a brush, so i might switch things up)

thats all for now!