#Also the filters are fun o7

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[neflil]

Aah here is the text post...

The usual couple doodles ::D

And future projects / catching up vv

*taps mic* Yaelokre gabbro makes a return. Also new song is out! Go listen to it if you haven't jshfjjs

Just gabbooo :3c

Okay so, gather up everyone. Schools started, I suddenly have to study and memorize two latin texts within a few days, history, and ancient Greek philosophy analyses and translations. Not fun, kinda! I don't have as much time as I did during summer and I can't finish a full drawing within a day. *But* ideas are as vivid as ever. And honestly I really want to do some of the stuff I'm imagining. Some are already in the works !!! These are mostly gabbro/time buddies related. Sorry fans of other characters but I spent the entire summer only drawing slate </3

Sooo... What to expect from me? Well:

• I'm writing a short fic! Which is close to being done- Without saying much- a replay of certain memories before the eventual death/creation of everything.

• I am currently doing an OC piece with two owlks ::D this should probably be next post if I finish it soon!

• More short animatics. Cus I have... So many songs... That I want to draw with the time buddies. Short ranging from a couple of seconds, to maybe a minute, so don't expect much. All I'll say is- guhhh y'all better enjoy flower face because all of these are with her songs lmfao..

> There are two songs atleast that I want to make almost full animatics, but that's probably not going to happen, so instead I'll take sections from them.

> Two lyrics from the same song I made last time buddies animatic. Cus I had a vision and I must fulfil it. If this continues, at this rate I'll animate the entire song every time I get struck with a vision, part by part lmfao.

> A possible gabbro centric animatic with the chorus of a song.

• And well, more school doodles/drawings ofc.. but those are kinda random. Please, if you have any suggestions drop them in my ask box!

• A certain fic might get an animatic. I won't elaborate on this. Patience.

• Lastly Mica and Slate piece, bc apparently I've never drawn them and that should be a crime. Some fluff to break up all this incoming angst.

These have a priority list ofc, but the way I work is pretty much spontaneous. So whatever I'm up for will take priority. It'll take time but I hope to have finished all of these within the next couple of months. We'll see how things go... I also have to balance other things and art in-between so blehhh. It's a mess.

Reminder if anyone wants to browse through my art easier without having to go through my entire account- the tag #noofposting is here for that reason. o7

Also also, since I now have these two animatics and more to come- to not get lost in my acc, I'll also tag them with #noofanimatics to be able to filter through my stuff easier.

[ascelhire]

[ID: Drawing of Chara and Asriel from Undertale on a grey background, subtle warm orange filter over the duo. The siblings are in their usual attire, green sweaters with tan yellow stripes, with Asriel wearing long brown pants and Chara with baggy brown shorts and dark brown tied shoes. Asriel also has a yellow flower tucked over one ear. Asriel is holding Chara's hand and cheerfully guiding them along as they walk through a green patch of yellow and orange wildflowers. Both look to the other happily with eyes closed and big smiles. Two signatures on the piece read "@/ascelhire" and "@/pinesented", written next to each sibling. /End ID]

collab between me and the cool pal @pinesented ! :D

i drew chara and xe drew asriel, zey also painted the flower patch! had a lot of fun doing this together :]

(edit: added signatures to the art piece! o7)

[dndads-confessions]

Yo! So I’m posting confessions later than they were sent- being upfront they were a little more aggressive than I’m used to and it was a bit uncomfortable, so I took a break to chill out. If you’re like me in that aspect, reminder that I tag things with negativity specifically so you can filter it! I don’t wanna stop anyone from giving their thoughts, but I also have to take care of myself sometimes. Take care of yourself as well.

I’m also going to be adding the tag ‘ep 33 controversy’ to anything related to that.

Take breathers when you need, block tags if you gotta, and try to have fun. That’s all o7! I’ll get back to it then.

[bigmeandragonlady]

REAL i dipped a toe in the ts tags and i was like oh its a bit insane in here aint it... but i guess thats what waiting so long with almost no new info does to people. like technically we only have about a day or less in-universe of seeing the characters interact, and despite that its still so intriguing + leaves you with so much to think about. the characters could basically go anywhere from here but as we see them theyre literally all hits no misses for me i was amazed, + the curse premise is such a great idea both from a mystery to unveil angle and as a vehicle to establish skinship moments fans beg for lmao since leanders the only one you've touched as of the prologue it makes me wonder about the ramifications for him as a character - obviously everyones a bit obsessed about him being an obsessive character (potentially. not gonna ignore the signs but it is literally day one!), but is it a result of potential repeated exposure to the curse (like the protective magic he put on beforehand/whatever he is alters it from trying to kill you to putting a sort of mental spotlight on oyu) or is it all natural (he did single you out before the alleyway) ? OK enough clogging up your inbox o7

the studio did a great job setting up the premise and i find everyone pretty intriguing even if i'm not going to romance everyone. (like Vere: what is his relationship with MC gonna look like at the end of the game? how is that gonna progress?) Also their dynamics with each other are really fun and interesting imo.

I'm not convinced Leander isn't going to have some kind of effect if he keeps touching us even through a protection spell. The oracle bg option also implies that the curse isn't only violent madness. And who knows what kind of filter a spell/gloves/bandages would serve and repeated touches over time. also, what happens if we touch someone in the groupmind? how diluted does that get? when does it start to become a real fucking problem?

i have a side theory that Leander is somehow kind of just immune to our curse due to some weird divine/resurrection fuckery. he has a lot of death/rebirth/divine symbolism around him. But we'll see, i want to find out. this theory also lends to Kuras being immune to our curse which would be interesting and fun

yeah I've seen that some folks have really latched onto Leander being 'obsessive i'm going to keep you locked in this room yandere' but i think it's a good idea to hold off on concrete character ideas until the game is out. i feel like is IS fucked up and obsessive though, he latched onto us pretty fast (is it just that our curse is a jackpot of info that gets us this free stuff or smth else).

feel free to clog my inbox whenever, fam, i like talking about stuff ^^

[lunarblazes]

They’ve been feeding it, undeniably. It’s not really harming anyone, but. But.

Pearl knows that feeding the void is typically not considered a good idea. She does! She’s not stupid, and neither is the rest of Boatem, no matter how much evidence to the contrary piles up. But they kept falling in, and now there’s definitely something down there. It hasn’t grown big yet. She’s not sure what it is, or what it will do, or when it will wake up, but she knows it has eyes.

Eyes that stared lifelessly at her when she fell from the meeting room. Eyes full of stars and galaxies and nebulae and pillars and pillars of space dust.

(The moon can even be seen from under the world, in the void. She doesn’t see it in the creature’s eyes. It’s only stars and her reflection, shining white, falling into the darkness, and then the cold fills her lungs and she chokes on oil. It’s over much faster this time. She hardly feels a thing.)

Pearl knows they’ve been unintentionally feeding it. She knew even before she was talking to Grian around the lip of the chasm and the void snaked from the hole in clouds, curious and new. It grabbed hold of a bush and took a leaf back down with it. Grian watched as it withdrew. Carefully, hesitantly, he detached a budding flower from the bush and passed the pink petals down.

They both stared down as it disappears.

Pearl knows they’ve been unintentionally feeding it. But after that, they start slipping it things they love. It never occurs to any of them to be afraid of it, not really; they don’t know why they do it. Scar feeds it copper, polished and shined to the highest degree, so that it can see the light that barely reaches into its home more clearly. Grian feeds it end rods, makeshift stars from his base, and hopes that it knows what he means when he whispers to it in Galactic about a lullaby of the galaxy. Impulse lands right on the bedrock, kneels, and hands it amethyst shards and candy prototypes. He thinks it should be able to know what magic feels like, and chocolate is part of that, he tells Pearl when she asks. Mumbo never stops for more than a couple seconds— he has no ritual closeness with the abyssal creature— but he tosses it something precious: the last of his diamonds. He never elaborates on why.

Pearl hems and haws over what to feed it for a long while. She wants it to be something of life, because the void only knows the fear in a creature’s eyes as it dies. She wants it to know what it’s like to live. The petals were a good start— as were the lullabies, and the magic, and the light, and the wealth, but it needs to know life as she knows it: bright and beautiful and bigger than even the darkness at the center of their world. It needs to see the moon. So she decides on her gift.

Every so often, Pearl will take off her armor and visit the creature that lives under her village. It never says anything back, but she’s showing it what life is, and every time she ventures down she comes back up a little quicker. Soon, she goes, and she sees the moon in its eyes; seconds later, she’ll choke on oil again, cough and sputter for a moment, and sit up in her room, but right now?

Pearl sees the remnants of the village in the creature’s eyes— the reflection of coppery light, the swirling knowledge of endless galaxies, the magic and sparks, the vast and expansive shine of love shown from the earth— and most of all, she sees slivers of the moon staring at her.

It’s close to waking, and Pearl wakes up in her room without coughing at all. She has to call a meeting, right now. None of them will want to miss its hatching (made of milk and love, amethyst and copper, end rods and fake stars, stories and diamond, a soul and the moon).

Something is born under Boatem, and its arrival is made of nothing but the curiosity and care of the hermits who live above it.

[tf2icons]

Random requests, I honestly am just requesting these for the hell of it and also because I love seeing images of my mercenary dudes, but…

Perhaps more Medic icons, but I challenge you to look for ones with his signature evil smile? Sort of similar to the one on the icon sheet, but he’s got a few more variations on it! We call it the “bonesaw grin” and it’s one of my favorite expressions.

Feel free to ignore this one, I just love this blog and wanna see what y’all can do. Oh, and if you do make icons, feel free to make versions with your own twists and spins on them! Whatever you find fun! Add emojis, filters, go ham on brushes or gradients, whatever you find most interesting! :0

Heyo! They can be found HERE.

I decided to make them how I usually make my normal icon sets, so others can edit them to their own liking! Have a good one! o7

[kbstories]

impression//expression

“It’s not like Kirishima had come all this way to U.A. to immediately break the promise he made to himself upon arrival.

It’s just that Bakugou is as feral as they come, and the moment Kirishima recognizes it’s fear he felt crawling up his spine that day, he makes it his personal mission to face it head-on until it’s gone.”

(Or: Being friends with Bakugou Katsuki is anything but a linear experience. Kirishima Eijirou would have it no other way.)

Tags: Kirishima POV, Developing Friendships, Domestic Fluff, Bakusquad, An Extended Scene About The Joys And Pains of Dyeing Hair

Chapter 1. Chapter 2. Chapter 3. Chapter 4. Chapter 5. Chapter 6. No additional content warnings apply. Chapter 8. Chapter 9.

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⚡💖⛰️🎸📼

You have added Best Bakubro 💣💥!

You have changed the name from “⚡💖⛰️🎸📼” to “⚡💖💣⛰️🎸📼”!

hehehe we’re all set (sent 12:10)

welcome baku!! 💪🏻 (sent 12:10)

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God 💡: 👀 (received 12:11)

Simply Mina: 👀👀 (received 12:11)

MT Tape: 👀 (received 12:11)

Best Bakubro 💣💥: shitty hair (received 12:13)

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you promised!!! (sent 12:13)

no take backs 👀 (sent 12:13)

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Best Bakubro 💣💥: fuck (received 12:13)

Best Bakubro 💣💥: okay two things (received 12:13)

Best Bakubro 💣💥: one i’m muting this so @ me or fuck off (received 12:14)

Best Bakubro 💣💥: two give me your names (received 12:14)

God 💡: wait srsly?? (received 12:15)

God 💡: c’mon bro it’s been months :( (received 12:15)

Simply Mina: yea wth blasty that’s so cold :(( (received 12:15)

MT Tape: answer the people explosion man @Best Bakubro 💣💥 (received 12:17)

Best Bakubro 💣💥: fine you’re staying random numbers then (received 12:18)

God 💡: OH (received 12:18)

God 💡: kaminari denki here!! (received 12:18)

MT Tape: this is sero 🙏🏻 (received 12:18)

Simply Mina: mina!!! (received 12:19)

Simply Mina: @Guitar Hero is kyoka 💖 (received 12:19)

* 

Best Bakubro 💣💥

who? (received 12:19)

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jirou!! (sent 12:19)

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? (received 12:19)

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🔌 (sent 12:20)

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ah (received 12:20)

* 

⚡💖💣⛰️🎸📼

Best Bakubro 💣💥: k (received 12:20)

God 💡: anyways (received 12:22)

God 💡: this is the best day of my life (received 12:22)

Best Bakubro 💣💥: shut it jolteon (received 12:22)

God 💡: dude i didn’t even @ u asdfkjsfk (received 12:22)

God 💡: wait omg is that an upgrade?? (received 12:23)

God 💡: did i get upgraded from pikachu to jolteon omg omg (received 12:23)

MT Tape: DIBS ON UMBREON (received 12:23)

MT Tape: we’re picking eeveelutions right? (received 12:23)

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!!!! pls pls flareon pls!!! (sent 12:24)

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Simply Mina: espeon or sylveon (received 12:24)

Simply Mina: espeon or sylveon??? (received 12:25)

Simply Mina: GUYS (received 12:25)

Best Bakubro 💣💥: this is a nightmare (received 12:25)

Best Bakubro 💣💥: and wtf espeon of course (received 12:26)

Best Bakubro 💣💥: better stats and none of that affection shit (received 12:26)

Simply Mina: the council has spoken (received 12:26)

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what about flareon??? (sent 12:27)

plsplspls (sent 12:27)

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Best Bakubro 💣💥: kirishima (received 12:27)

Best Bakubro 💣💥: it’s red. (received 12:28)

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HELL YEAH ❤️ (sent 12:28)

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Guitar Hero: hi what the HELL are you guys spamming about (received 12:30)

Guitar Hero: oh hey bakugou (received 12:30)

Best Bakubro 💣💥: plugs you’re glaceon (received 12:31)

Guitar Hero: i’m cool with that (received 12:31)

Best Bakubro 💣💥: good (received 12:31)

MT Tape: ok kiri i think i get it now (received 12:34)

MT Tape: putting every decision thru the baku filter is so much more fun (received 12:34)

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right??? (sent 12:34)

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Best Bakubro 💣💥: don’t fucking start (received 12:35)

Simply Mina: too late <3 (received 12:35)

God 💡: our trap card activated the moment you stepped into this chat man (received 12:36)

MT Tape: Bakugou Katsuki has been designated Chief Executive Brain (CEB) of the squad, effective immediately. (received 12:36)

Best Bakubro 💣💥: i’m leaving (received 12:37)

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:( (sent 12:37)

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MT Tape: … 👀 (received 12:40)

MT Tape: he ain’t leaving huh? (received 12:44)

God 💡: kiri’s puppy eyes once again confirmed as world’s strongest force (received 12:45)

Simply Mina: it’s kiri so we’re all safe tho <3 (received 12:45)

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<3 (sent 12:45)

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Best Bakubro 💣💥: for the record i hate all of you (received 12:46)

*

⚡💖💣⛰️🎸📼

Simply Mina: hey hey blasty (received 14:48)

Simply Mina: which eeveelution are you? (received 14:48)

Simply Mina: @Best Bakubro 💣💥 (received 14:50)

God 💡: 👀👀 (received 14:50)

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👀 (sent 14:50)

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MT Tape: 👀 (received 14:51)

Guitar Hero: ^ what they said (received 14:53)

Best Bakubro 💣💥: eevee, duh (received 14:56)

Best Bakubro 💣💥: i don’t need a type advantage to win (received 14:56)

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😭 bro so manly (sent 14:56)

also (sent 14:57)

You have changed the name from “⚡💖💣⛰️🎸📼” to “🦊 Eevee Squad 🦊”!

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Best Bakubro 💣💥: fucking fantastic. can we shut up now? (received 15:00)

*

Best Bakubro 💣💥

see? told u it’s fun 💪🏻 (sent 15:01)

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i guess (received 15:02)

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like i said u can just ignore the chat if ur not feeling it (sent 15:10)

they’re cool, they won’t mind (sent 15:10)

+ i’ll text u stuff directly if it’s important (sent 15:12)

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kiri (received 15:12)

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ok ok hhh just saying (sent 15:12)

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i know (received 15:13)

you got that shit for ectoplasm yet? (received 15:17)

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ummm (sent 15:17)

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fucking knew it (received 15:17)

you coming or what? (received 15:22)

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!!! o7 (sent 15:22)

*

Bakugou is staring.

Eyes on the page, Kirishima tries to focus on the function he’s been struggling to get for fifteen minutes now. Something about tangents and right angles? No, cotangents, which is different from a non-cotangent tangent because–

Bakugou has stopped writing a while ago, the fabric-covered pen resting loosely in his hand, his head propped up on a fist.

–the cosine does… something with the sine of X. Division? Maybe? X pops up in a bunch of places, actually, and Kirishima longs for the days math still featured numbers and not whatever nonsense this cos-sin-tan stuff is–

Bakugou is staring right at him, has been for ages now and Kirishima can’t help it. He looks up, only to catch Bakugou looking away, and huffs a nervous chuckle.

“Bro, c’mon. What’s up? Is there something on my face ‘cause you’ve been–”

“It’s black.” There’s a pensive twist to Bakugou’s brow. He breezes through the part of the problem Kirishima’s stuck on like it’s nothing, scribbled down in permanent ink like the monster he is. “Your natural haircolor. It’s black, right?”

“Uh, yeah?”

Kirishima picks his head up from where he’s slumped across Bakugou’s desk, the bean bag he’s sitting on shifting under his butt. Since when does Bakugou care about his hair? It hasn’t been black for over a year, anyways, so what does that have to do with…

“Wait, why do you–”

Bakugou’s eyes wander back to him, landing on Kirishima’s hair for barely a second but it’s enough. With a mortified noise, Kirishima slaps both his hands over his forehead – or more specifically, his roots.

Because Kirishima completely forgot he’s overdue on a redye for a good week and styled his hair as he usually does: gel evenly spread into carefully towel-dried strands, quirk on until it dries, done. He hadn’t looked into a mirror before heading to class or he would’ve seen his tips straying from cherry red to berry pink.

And that jet-black line where it’s growing back out. The roots that are the bane of Kirishima’s existence and that Bakugou saw.

Kirishima groans, curling into himself until his head hits wood with a dull donk. “How bad is it? Don’t spare me, bro, I need to know.”

That rhymes, the part of his brain not burning in the hellfire of shame chimes in. Kirishima firmly tells it to shut up.

“Your hair?”, Bakugou asks from an unknown realm beyond the bit of desk Kirishima’s staring at, a beat late. Probably to treat him to a glare he can’t see.

Kirishima rubs his forehead across his math homework in a miserable nod.

“It’s not more or less shitty than usual, Shitty Hair.” Bakugou scoffs. “What’s the big deal?”

“Oh, nothing”, Kirishima shrugs, his voice a fake-cheerful mumble, “Just that I’ve been walking around like this all day. A whole ass day. Kill me, now.”

“Nah. Wasn’t the idea to ‘die like a man in chivalrous battle’?”

Kirishima shoots him a dirty look. Bakugou doesn’t even bat an eye; he flashes his teeth in a bright smile and knocks his fists against each other, whispering “manly” under his breath and okay, why does Bakugou have to be good at everything, including impersonating Kirishima?

“I hate you”, grumbles Kirishima. Bakugou breaks character to cackle, only stopping after Kirishima balls up his pitiful attempt at math to throw it at his head. Bull’s eye, right on the forehead.

“Oi! That’s your homework, moron.”

“You started it”, Kirishima points at him with his pencil. His notepad is pulled closer with a deep, long sigh. “Now I gotta do this stuff again and stress about my hair. Amazing.”

Ah, the God-help-me eyeroll. It’s been a while. “Just go fucking dye it and come back if it bothers you so much. Can’t be that hard.”

“Says the blond guy”, Kirishima huffs. “Dude, do you even know how long getting rid of this” – a gesture to his roots – “takes? Black hair is a pain to bleach. Literally.”

Bakugou considers his hair with a frown. “…How long are we talking here? Like, an hour?”

A laugh, louder than Kirishima intends. “Try three. Sometimes more, it depends.”

“Three hours?!”

“Or more.”

A little smug, Kirishima watches disbelief bloom on Bakugou’s face. When it comes to this, destroying the innocence of the uninitiated is the only joy he’s got. There’s really nothing fun about sitting through those hours every six weeks, give or take – just plain, boring routine. At least he isn’t anxious about making mistakes anymore, not like his first few times.

It’s definitely worth it, though. Kirishima loves his red hair.

“And it, what. It hurts?”

Bakugou is still processing it seems, a hand going to his own hair. (It looks so soft, that even light color Kirishima has envied since the beginning of time. Such a nice base for any type of dye, especially bright ones or pastels.)

Kirishima scrunches his nose. “The developer does, yeah. Anything over 9% makes your scalp burn like crazy so I stick to 9% and do multiple rounds. I can’t go light enough for the red I want, otherwise.”

“And then the dye?”

“Then you dye it, yeah. Roots first, then the lengths in small strands, let it sit for twenty more minutes or so, rinse it out and then you’re done.”

It’s weird to explain things that have become totally obvious to him step by step, but Bakugou looks strangely fascinated by what he’s hearing. He does likes things to be more complicated than simple in basically any regard, Kirishima muses with a private snicker. Perhaps it’s not that surprising, after all.

“I use pure red on everything but you can mix colors, too, there’s a whole science behind that. And if you decide ‘Hey, I haven’t suffered enough!’, you can do individual highlights as well. But that’s a production all in itself! Ask Kami, he does some wild things to get that lightning bolt just right.”

Bakugou slowly shakes his head. “You people are crazy. That can’t be worth it.” He squints at Kirishima, hums to himself and starts nodding, instead. Vaguely terrified of what’s brewing in that brain of his, Kirishima waits for him to finish thinking.

“Let’s do it.”

There it is, a suitably terrible idea. Also: What?

“Color or highlights?” Kirishima sputters. “Wait, you or me? Bro, I can live with my own mistakes but dyeing your hair is too much pressure. Like, I’ll do it if you really want me to but, um–”

“Color. And you, obviously. Who of us is freaking out about hair, huh? Sure as fuck ain’t me.”

I’m not freaking out about it, Kirishima wants to say. Okay, he had been freaking out a little. Maybe. Not anymore, not with the mental image of Bakugou with Riot-red hair sort of making his braincells implode.

It’s impossible to imagine. Kirishima tries to anyways, fails, shakes his head. Focus!

“But…”

He draws a blank. Actually, Bakugou helping him with his hair does sound kind of fun. Until his patience inevitably runs out and he explodes the pot of dye, or something. Which could be hilarious, too.

“…Homework?”

(Not that he particularly wants to go back to puzzling over non-tangent cotangents – Ectoplasm always seems to know when he didn’t do the thing, though, and Kirishima hates disappointing his teachers more than he does the variable X.)

Bakugou sparks off in his direction. “We got three hours. 'nuff said.” He snatches up the math book they were sharing, Kirishima’s notepad and even the pencil out of his hand, and is out the room before Kirishima has fully registered they’re doing this.

“Shitty Hair!”

Kirishima jumps to his feet.

“Coming!”

*

“This is so damn messy. How’s your bathroom not stained to hell already?”

Coming up on their third round over his bathroom sink, Kirishima feels little sleepy as he blinks up at Bakugou. That expression of intense concentration hasn’t budged all three rounds, Bakugou’s hands steady yet gentle where they’re starting to dab red dye over freshly bleached roots.

There’s a dot of crimson on his cheek already. After forcing gloves on Bakugou and explaining to him how red pigment is the hardest to wash out – on clothes, skin, hair, wherever it lands – Kirishima isn’t inclined to point it out to him just yet.

“I asked admin about it. They said everything in our rooms is practically indestructible, including the sinks.”

“Huh.”

“Yeah, right? They thought of everything, it seems.”

Bakugou continues. Kirishima dozes.

“Your hair is dry as fuck, by the way.”

Kirishima shrugs with his eyes closed, following the nudge to turn his head so Bakugou can get to the back. This is so much more comfortable than doing it by himself.

“Can’t be helped, man. The dye by itself is fine, actually, it’s the bleach that’s causes most of the damage. Oh well, with the gel it’s hard as concrete, anyways.”

“Mhmm. You’ll go bald by the time we’re outta here.”

“Hey!”

“Bald Hero: Red Riot”, Bakugou muses out loud, easily evading the kick Kirishima blindly aims at his shin. “Stop it, you’re gonna fuck up my hard work here.”

He’s smiling though, Kirishima can tell. It’s all in his voice, roughness replaced by warmth when it’s the two of them in Kirishima’s tiny bathroom.

“Stop dissing my hair, then. Besides, I know your secret.”

This Kirishima wants to see. He opens one eye and yup, Bakugou’s brows are doing the thing where they twitch and pull together. Not exactly a frown, more caught off guard than anything. Bakugou’s lips press shut, stubbornly silent as he brushes dye on every inch of Kirishima's hair.

Then: “I’m done. What am I s’posed to do with this shit?”

Kirishima glances at the pot Bakugou holds out to him. There’s still some of the thick liquid left.

“Just pour it on top. Can’t hurt and it’s better than throwing it away.”

Bakugou does exactly that. He tosses the empty pot and the thoroughly stained brush into the sink. Kirishima helps him wrap his hair in cellophane and a towel to reduce the possible mess, relocating to the closed lid of his toilet so Bakugou can take off the gloves and wash his hands.

“Okay, I’ll fucking bite. What secret?”

Lingering on the tension between them, Kirishima grins with all the confidence in the world. “That you like my hair.”

Bakugou barks a laugh. “After I went all Van Gogh on it? You better believe it’s good.”

“Nope, I mean before that”, Kirishima challenges.

“Proof?”, Bakugou shoots back without hesitation.

“Oh, I can give you proof.” Kirishima’s arms cross over the ratty shirt he always wears for this, its fabric dotted and streaked in interlacing shades of red. “One, it’s the first thing you noticed about me, hence ‘Shitty Hair’. Two, you were distracted by my roots growing in so you pay attention to how it looks–”

“I don’t–”

“–and three, you just spent hours dyeing it for me.”

Bakugou’s mouth snaps shut. He growls in his throat, grabbing an additional towel and drying his hands. Kirishima wasn’t aware those are actions that can be done aggressively but hey, he’s learning something new every day.

“Maybe”, Bakugou finally concedes. The towel is thrown in Kirishima’s face when all he does is smile. “Shut up.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

Bakugou’s cheeks are dusted pink. Still, Kirishima shows the guy some mercy: Bakugou spent all afternoon fixing both his hair and his math homework, after all.

“Hey, Baku?”

“… What?”

“Thanks, man. You’re a good friend, you know that?”

Somehow, that makes Bakugou look even more flustered. “Whatever, Shitty Hair.”

Because Bakugou is Bakugou, namely a man who doesn’t know when or how to quit, he sticks around until Kirishima can rinse out the dye. He emerges from the shower feeling fully restored, a towel wrapped around his waist and his shirt draped over his shoulder.

“And that’s how you do it.”

Bakugou throws him a look from his sprawl on Kirishima’s bed, manga in hand. His gaze flicks to his hair immediately; his lips twist upwards, obviously satisfied.

“Told ya, it ain’t hard.”

Kirishima chuckles, shakes his head. “You’re so full of shit, dude.”

Now that the hair situation is under control for a few weeks, he realizes how hungry he is. The evening has barely begun, too, which means there’s time for a movie before Bakugou’s ridiculous sleep schedule comes a-knocking, either taking him out or making him cranky. Each scenario has about a fifty-fifty chance of happening.

“Hey, you wanna–”

Out of nowhere, his door bursts open to reveal one Kaminari Denki, out of breath and clutching a very familiar book to his chest.

“Kiri! Please tell me you guys figured out the–”

His eyes fall first on the splattered shirt on Kirishima’s shoulder, the trails of watery red dripping from his hair to his naked chest – and then on Bakugou, hands stained a faint red despite the gloves, that smear of color on his cheek Kirishima forgot to tell him about still very much there.

“Is that blood? What happened? Oh my–” Kaminari gasps. “Did you kill somebody?! Oh fuck, we have to hide the bo–”

“Kami”, Kirishima tries between bouts of laughter, “No, what the hell!”

A familiar cackle behind him does absolutely nothing to help their case.

>>Chapter 8.

[creati-craft]

About Me: Call me Creati! I go by she/her, and I'm a queer aspec mspec POC.

General

My vibes are mostly wholesome and chill (or so I’d like to think), but I’ll definitely be screaming about banger analysis, vids, and analysis, mainly about MCYT! Maybe not as chill as I thought, huh.

Hope y'all have fun here! Super glad to be in this fandom space.

More information under the read more!

Fandoms:

Hermitcraft (+ adjacent, such as empires, trafficblr)

MCC

Technoblade (o7, forever will be missed)

Minecraft (in general)

Note: I’m no longer in the Dream SMP fandom (very unfortunate occurrence) but a lot of my old posts have to do with the Dream SMP. Now, I’m mainly a Geminitay, Grian, GoodTimesWithScar, and LDShadowLady enjoyer! I also check out other POVs but these are the main creators I follow :)

Tagging System:

CCs (for example: #grian, #gtws or #goodtimeswithscar)

series (#hermitcraft, #dlsmp, etc.). I will be tagging double life smp spoilers as well, #double life spoilers.

#fanart for the general fanart tag

For my posts, a large variation (terrible at tagging consistently), including #creati-craft, #creati.txt, or just #.txt. I’m trying my best to use #creati-craft!

#minecraft for general Minecraft stuff, #mineblr for Minecraft builds!

If a post is unrelated to mcyt or minecraft, I’ll tag it #not mc or #not mcyt

I do tag negativity with #negativity, and discourse with #discourse, but I don't tag negativity with specific CCs, so be warned. I try not to engage in discourse that often, though!

I try my best to include TWs and CWs in my tags! If you want something to be tagged with a TW or CW, just shoot an ask in my inbox.

I usually include my reactions in tags a LOT, so if you want to, feel free to read my tags!

Filters:

I'm fine if you ship, but do note that I filter shipping tags out. I also block y/n stuff.

I filter out NSFW.

More filters added here!

Boundaries

Fanfic (of the characters) is good with me! I’m not comfortable with RPF, but I won’t block anyone for it - I’ll just filter out the tags.

I WILL block the general DNI (homophobes, transphobes, aphobes, ableists, pedos, racists, etc.). If anyone I reblog falls under one of these categories, LET ME KNOW. I will delete the post ASAP and block immediately.

Feel free to send in asks! Temporarily anon is available, and I crave interaction >:)

I will also block people I find annoying. Sucks to suck I guess.

Thank you so much for reading! Have fun scrolling and/or interacting.