#Bad Bunny Drawing Outline

[skepticalkoi-catastrophe]

𝕊𝕜𝕦𝕝𝕝 𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝔹𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕤

Pairing: Sung Jinwoo x Reader

Genre: Mutual Friendship, Hinted Mutual Crush, College Au

⚠️Warnings⚠️: None

Word count: 769

𓆩 ♡ 𓆪 [10:45 PM] - "Should I be worried that you know how to replicate fake blood this well? I probably should be, right?" Jinwoo jokes as he enters your dorm room.

You decided to be a killer playboy bunny for the Halloween party tonight. The five-kitchen ingredient mixture drips from your neck as only moments ago you finished your makeup.

"If you want to get bloody tonight, I've got enough to share." You chuckle, placing the bowl of red liquid on your desk. "Where's your costume?"

Originally, it was supposed to be you and your best friend. She got hit with a bad stomach virus the night before and was still in recovery.

He offered to be your plus one once you gave him the news. It's somewhat of a favor he owed you from before. He's dressed in a black cotton button-down, partially unbuttoned, with matching black jeans. Black high-top Chuck Taylor's on his feet.

"My package got delayed, so no Ghostface mask. You're my plan B."

"Plan B?"

He takes a seat at your desk, crossing his arms as he leans back into your chair. "You've got any ideas?"

You squint, trying to picture a look at him. Something that would take no time at all.

"A Skeleton." You snap your fingers, having an 'aha' moment.

His mouth curled into a smile as he nodded, lifting his shoulder in a half shrug. Digging through your makeup bag, whatever wasn't in there was strewn about.

Your posters, tapestries, and post-it notes with reminders and daily affirmations on them catch his attention. Everything had a similar color palette, from your sheets to your laundry basket to your rug beside your bed. It made him wish he'd stop by more often.

"Do you want me to paint your neck and chest too?" You asked, sizing him up as you organized your brushes and body paints.

Your question hangs in the air. He hasn't had his face painted since he was a child. Tonight was the one night he could be truly himself. Carefree and stupid like every other twentysomething. Based on your makeup alone, he knows he's in good, capable hands.

Jinwoo scoots forward in your chair.

"Yeah, go all out. Make me a skeleton."

You smirk, standing between his legs. Raking your fingers through his hair, you attach two larger hair clips. His exposed forhead meets a cooling sensation from your primer. Its slushy to then tacky consistency threw him off.

You trace a black outline around his eye sockets, whispering for him to close his eyes. He does so, allowing you to deepen the shadows. Drawing on his nasal cavities and each tooth across his upper and lower lip, you're deathly close. Your thumb smudges away any mistakes, much to his confusion. He almost thought you were doing it on purpose. Almost.

Down his neck, your thin brush goes as he twitches a tad. "Are you ticklish?" You take a go at him. There was no reply. He merely blinks and scoffs.

You keep going, carving out each spinel vertebrae. From the cervical to the thoracic vertebra, brushstrokes flowed into his ribcage. His toned chest surprises but doesn’t shock you. Guess all that excessive training paid off.

"Tell me, what made you take this route this year?" A cheeky grin plastered across his face. "Never would've thought you were one for the classics."

"Classic easy access, you mean?" You joke, applying the white body paint next. It fills in the shaped skull of his face like an X-ray. Your brush strokes earn another twitch out of him.

"Jin, quit moving, or you're gonna look like shit." You huff, sucking your teeth.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry. I can't help it. It feels weird."

His mischievous glint in his eyes trails up and down your neck and exposed chest.

"I guess I'm playing guard dog tonight, too? All things considered?"

"If you're looking for an excuse to kick some guy's ass for looking at me too hard, be my guest. You don't need my permission."

You straightened your stance, making sure every marking was symmetrical. Up went your thumb. It splits his face into two halves. Closing your right eye, your tongue sticks out from between your lips.

He leans his head to the left, taking your thumb in his larger hand and pulling you forward.

"Whaddaya doing?"

"Admiring my work, you're one hell of a canvas." You thread a hand through his hair, removing the hair clips. His bangs flow back where they were.

Jinwoo rises from your chair. His hand never lets go of yours, nor does he break his gaze.

"Paint me again sometime, yeah?"

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Divider created by @cafekitsune

A/N - HAPPY HALLOWEEN 🎃

[eobe]

Hello there! What software and brushes do you use for drawing? Brushes look familiar for me so I just curious :3

Hi 🤩 I mainly work with Procreate on iPad Pro with the basic brush set. That’s the short answer to give you the opportunity to zone out for the incoming bunch of an artist‘s love for their tools and special features (*Bad Batch Tech infodump mode inhale* ☝️🤓)

Thank you for this question, now get yourself a big mug of caf ☕️ to get rambled because I love to talk about details with a lead to the special meaning behind 💫

🖌️ The watercoloury outlines brush which I favor for my underrated clones artwork series is named Pine and the chalky, flat or often cloudy background color brush is named Oberon, both from the brush set ‚Zeichnen‘ (drawing) – I don‘t know the original brush names ☺️

🖋️ Clean, dynamical outlines and speedy shading (especially my beloved crosshatching for dopamining ✨) I love to do with a brush from the ‚Tinte’ (ink) brush set, the German name is ‚Tuschezeichner‘ what means technical pen, but for me that’s quite irritating, because it doesn‘t behave like the technical pens I use 😂

…why do they translate them at all 🤷🏽‍♀️ but maybe I use them not like others? Is that possible? Why do they translate some of them but not all of them… Eo, careful with your digressing sentiment bunnies lollopping in every possible direction…

☝️ The small divider is made with the Pine brush and the big divider is lined and hatched with Tuschezeichner and colored with Oberon ☺️

🎨 And last but absolutely not the least I use the Airbrush for soft and non-pattern or structural coloring, especially the lighting in the faces and the eyes coloring for gaining this deep glowy shine which is so important to me 🤩 big shiny eyes to make also the beholder‘s eyes shine! ✨

If you got until here thanks for reading and I want you to know that this unlocked some art self-reflection rambles in my brain I wasn’t aware having this in myself what I‘m very thankful for, but this will be some more text 😂

[biscuit-sheep]

I spent the past 3 days working on making a zine based around AA4 and more specifically Kristoph. (I’ve never made a zine before so yeah it’s been interesting) I’ll go over it in more detail after the break.

Starting off with the first image I have a flower sticky note thing I made to look like the attorneys badge (didn’t use a reference for it’s not exactly correct), then I have some chains because psyche-locks and Klavier’s necklace. Then we have a card for poker and a bullet wound because bloody Ace. The flowers and mushrooms are supposed to kind of connect everything but also supposed to be like a Kristoph is everywhere and it’s like he has two sides (Flowers and Mushrooms). I also have moths and butterflies, both are pretty but it’s supposed to be like butterflies are the better one.

Next we have the attorneys badge but ripped up cause Phoenix gets disbarred. I added in Zak’s top hat and pin as well (on pink paper no less) it being on sticky notes is also supposed to be like a “plan to meet with this person this day” sort of reminder thing which I think fits with the poker meetings. Then there’s a butterfly like “this is the start of something bad”

Then I had this page dedicated to people affected by Kris’s actions (aside from Phoenix) so we have Klavier with his 7 years past self looking concerned about what he did with his rockstar persona pit onto of the pink paper. Trucy’s happy version is on blue because it’s supposed to be like when she was with Phoenix. I also added Mr. Hat cause I think the fact his face is based on Zak is cool. Then also because Trucy puts on an act of people happy for those around her I made it so you can flip the sticky note.

The next image is based around Phoenix during the disbarment. We have Trucy in the corner. I tried to give it sparkles and a white outline to be like “she’s the light of his life” then in the other corner I put the magatama and it’s cracking as well as the pearls because Phoenix distances himself from Maya and Pearls. Then we have Charley of course as well as “grape juice” I wanted it to splash a bit on the samurai and book in the bottom corner representing Edgeworth. On the sticky note I put a bloodstain thing where Phoenix’s Attorney badge would be. Then there’s a butterfly which is supposed to be like “things will get better”

Phoenix’s and Kristoph’s dinner dates. I have the bike for Phoenix then I have that little shark attack thing basically because Phoenix knows it’s dangerous to keep interacting with Kris. (Not a huge fan of the drawing of Kris here but we deal with it). Then we have the flowers and mushrooms as more control and things aren’t as pretty as they look. I also have a moth for that same reason.

Next we’ve got the lobster that Olga had, a card, the bottle Kris used, and Phoenix’s beanie. Not much symbolism here. I saw the lobster and I couldn’t pass it up.

Next we have Klavier and Apollo’s page. We’ve got Apollo’s bracelet, the perceive eye, and just a regular eye. For Klavier I have a motorcycle and his necklace again. I added the sunflower because it’s supposed to be for all the defense attorneys. Another card, and there’s a little cat toy thing which was just a fun little “oh Kris is toying around with both of them” and I also added Apollo and Klavier’s hair in the background as some extra stuff.

This is the last panel. We have Phoenix’s locket with Trucy inside, the blue bird Kris has in a cage in his solitary confinement cell, the stamp (which I’m actually pretty proud of how it looks), Kris’s glasses, the nail polish (I’ve always questioned why it looks like that), then a fox which is supposed to represent Kris with being sly and a predator. Then there’s a gear above it to be like “running the whole thing” and I put a rabbit to represent Apollo (because “bunny ear hair”) and it just worked out will with Rabbits being a prey item.

I put a lot of time and thought into this and I’m very proud of how it came out. I’ve never made a zine before so this was interesting though very fun. I’m pretty bad at using scissors though. I might make more in the future. But yeah sorry this is so long. I do have a bunch of other projects going on as well.

[mdzs-owns-my-ass-i-guess]

Handmade

Day Twenty Two of WangXian Christmas Stories

A-Yuan admired the Christmas tree for what felt like the millionth time that day, marveling at how the lights and the colors came together in such a picture perfect way. Every ornament seemed to be placed exactly where it had been meant to, and the colorful lights shined off the baubles and tinsel almost magically. It was nearly impossible to look away, and quite unbelievable that he, Wei Ying and Lan Zhan had done it all by themselves. 

Wei Ying called A-Yuan’s name from the kitchen. “Come on, we’re ready!”

The boy all but skipped towards the kitchen, where his parents awaited him, the kitchen table now full of painting supplies and decorations, as well as several glass baubles safely balanced on little tripods. 

“Aren’t we supposed to paint only one?” A-Yuan asked as he climbed onto the chair designated for him, tall enough to tower over the whole table. “That’s what baba said, you two made one every year you were together before you got me.”

“Yeah, that’s true, I did say that and that’s how it was.” Wei Ying confirmed, mixing some colors on his painting palette. “But I thought we could try something new this time. We could each paint something that made us happy this year and write down the date so that we get a reminder of every good thing that happened to us along the years.”

“That sounds fun!” A-Yuan reached for his own palette and began enthusiastically mixing colors, picking some stickers in the process. “I’m going to make the best one!”

“Well, I don’t know about that, I’m a really good artist. I painted your room and everything, you know?” Wei Ying replied, playful and challenging. “And nobody draws a stick figure like Lan Zhan!”

The man shot a bit of a half hearted glare towards Wei Ying, “I draw decently.”

“Jingyi says decent is code word for bad.”

Wei Ying laughed, “He’s right, it is.”

“Stop ganging up on me.”

They both gasped dramatically. “We would never!”

“Do not lie either.”

Another synchronized gasp. 

Lan Zhan couldn’t help a rare smile, bordering laughter. His family was like no other, for sure. 

“So, what will you paint, A-Yuan?” he asked, carefully outlining what appeared to be a house.

“I bet there were a lot of moments to choose from.” Wei Ying added, carefully coloring into the shape of a ring. 

“Yeah! Like my birthday at that awesome playground, or when we went on vacation, or when you took me to the zoo, or when we got the bunnies! I want to draw all of them but I have to choose, so...” a thoughtful expression crosses his features. “I decided I’ll draw right now.”

Surprise crosses both his parents’ figures. “Right now?”

“Yeah! Like what we’re doing now! It’s a new tradition, right? We need to remember when it started!”

A-Yuan had definitely not expected the sudden, warm embrace that surrounded him after that, but he did not complain. It was always nice to be in his parents’ arms, even if he didn’t really know what came over them. Well, at least he didn’t drop his brush. 

(And he didn’t see his dads’ misty eyes either)

[rosy-eyedsweetpea]

🦦: I regress to six-years-old, if my day is bad enough, it will be three-years-old.

🌧️: Bluey! Bluey’s nice. Does any Cartoon Network show also count? I watch maaaaany cartoons! I love all of them! Maybe some from Nickelodeon, too, like Invader Zim or Backyardigans.

🧸: She would talk, a bunny with an adorable stripped scarf, a bow on her head and I could change her clothes anytime! She’s simple, but I wish I had a plushie like that soooooo bad! Maybe I could change her eye colors, too?

✨: I never thought much about fictional CGs, but I’d say! Wally Darling or Sally Starlet.

🎨: Just one is bad. I love many! Spending time drawing, watching cartoons, eating snacks I like, being with my paci and my favorite blanket! Listening to soothing song when I am going to sleep is also great. I like being cared for by my CG like a princess! She’s as sweet as a cookie!

🧃: Does my paci count? I also have lots of plushies! My dolls and my stuffed rabbit bring me comfort, just like my plushie cat and my plushie centipede. I wish I had other gear, especially overalls, they’re always nice!

🦈: My little playroom would be lilac on one wall, red on another wall, yellow on another wall, and then, green on the last wall. I want the lilac/purple-ish part to have rainbows and cute drawing, like book outlines or bed outlines. The green part would have flower outlines and tree(house) outlines, the red part would have plushie outlines and bed outlines and apple outlines. The yellow part can have any outlines! There would be a really comfy bed, with my favorite blanket, there would be my sippy cup, and everything could be decorated with my favorite games! I would play a bit every day, and then be treated like a princess in the part that’s dedicated to snacks and sweets. Oh, there’s soooo much! I guess I ended up rambling, sorry. "^^

🍼: Both are great, but sippy cups still are comfier for li’l me!

🍪: Cookies are so good! Muffins, too. Maybe some Oreos? And anything potato-related is also great!

🎧: I don’t have favorite songs, I guess. As long as it is a music box, it’s great! :D

10 AGERE QUESTIONS

- whats the age you regress to? 🦦

- whats your favourite kiddie show? 🌧

- what would your dream stuffie look like? 🧸

- what fictional character would you want to be your cg? ✨

- whats your favourite agere activity? 🎨

- do you have any agere gear? 🧃

- what would your dream playroom look like? 🦈

- bottles or sippy cups? 🍼

- what are your favourite snacks when small? 🍪

- whats your favourite song when small? 🎧

[forkaround]

Indian BLs WIPs

So, months ago I joked around with the idea of writing Indian BLs and bestie, I don't think it's a joke anymore. I don't know how it happened but over the course of these few months I've plot bunnied my way into over 20 Indian BL ideas. Each unique in Indian entertainment as well as in any BL. Mind you I won't be revealing every one of those ideas here. I don't want to promise something I might not end up finishing for a couple years, if not longer.

This is a list of Indian BLs that I have fully outlined and an ready to start writing. I am currently doing preptober for Kimhan AU.

So let's start there,

Kimhan AU

Months ago when Kinnporsche started airing, I'd just got to my college dorms and I came up with a scene of a girl fighting minions and standing over them, shirt open, heaving and angry. Her 'bodyguards' come and she yells at them for being terrible at their jobs. I was looking for a place to put the scene among my other WIPs but it didn't make sense anywhere. It stayed on the backburner for months until - I was in the supermarket and I met some Gujarati people (Context: I am currently living in Germany for my Masters but I am from Gujarat). And we started talking. Afterwards I realized how I'd lied, not really a lie, but like changed in how I talked to people compared to how I did back in India. And as a certified overthinker I did what any overthinker would do - I overthunk. Which lead to this idea of a character who presents as sweet and innocent but really is very sharp. Around the same time I'd read a Kimchay meta about how Chay isn't as sweet as he seems and Kim isn't as un-affected as he seems and that played in my head and that was how this ended up being called Kimhan AU. This doesn't really have anything to do with kinnporsche, it's just tangentially inspired by it. (Kinnporsche was something, wasn't it? I have 7 works that are tangentially inspired by something that happened in Kinnporsche or a meta someone wrote)

Anyway, Meet the Characters -

Kim (F, 25) is the youngest of an Indian Mafia family. She has just arrived at her dorms with Big (I am still using temp names. I like names to come to me instead of going to them), her bodyguard and oldest friend. Her dad wants her to keep an eye on P (I dubbed her Princess coz she is the heir i.e. Princess of the rival mafia family). The families have hated each other since an event, years ago, that lead to the death of their first children. Kim doesn't know why she must endure this but after what she did a few weeks ago, she has no choice.

Type (F, 22/23)meets the most beautiful woman she has ever seen at the supermarket once and she can't stop talking about her, to the frustration of her new friends. When she sees her again at the college cafeteria she calls out "Didi". She is the awesomest person Type has ever met, beauty and brains. But then Type finds out she is gay. Type is a good Indian Girl. This gay bullshit is just bullshit. Aisa kuch nahi hota (something like this doesn't exist). And why would Kim need to like a woman when she is so beautiful she could get any man?

[A/N: Let's just say she is in for a surprise. So I had just watched Ep 1 of TharnType when I wrote her and you can clearly see the influence. Type is someone who constantly puts her foot in her mouth and I think that's awesome.]

Big's (27, M) family has served Kim's family for years but sometimes he feels like he could kill Kim any second, especially when she knows his weaknesses and tells the very persistent, very beautiful boy in his dorm how to seduce him. Big has never had any moral issues with doing bad things but a relationship with a 19 year old is where he draws the line. He remembers being 19, he remembers the arrogance and the stupidity and the regret.

K (19, M) was supposed to focus on getting his bachelors. Which was all fine and good and then the most handsome man walked into his dorm room and he wants him carnally. Problem is Big won't stay in the same room for more than a minute which meant Kim had told him. Now how was he supposed to seduce him? But with that Adonis body comes something strange. He's heard him talk about shipments and products and protections.

[A/N: KimType are the fun couple and BigK are the not-fun couple, if you didn't already get that. I was watching Minato Coin Laundry at the time. So...]

Kimhan AU is tagged with KimhanAU or just Kimhan if you want to know more.

Cult

Another tangentially inspired by Kinnporsche. This time it's Vegas Theerapanyakul. but a woman. No murder, just the general sense of 'What the fuck is wrong with them?'

Confession: Some parts of the narrative are real life experiences.

Hetakshi was bored. It had been 6 months of getting her Masters degree which she did well enough (not that her parents would agree unless it was 90% +), but there was nothing to do. The thought hit her so hard she was thrown back into the past - She was on the plane to Germany watching a movie when she thought - What if I start a cult? Wouldn't that be funny? So queue up your inspirational music this socially anxious introvert is going to start a cult. But how? She asked google. She learned, she practiced, she gaslight, gatekeeped and girlbossed. And then she met her -

Sachee didn't understand why she cared so damn much about this one person than she had anyone her whole life. Perhaps it was because she didn't understand her. Hetakshi was...complex. Confident and cocky and sad and soft and rude and shy with the brightest smile and the saddest eyes. It was as she(Hetakshi) slept on the floor of Sachee's dorm room did she(Sachee) realize her feelings might be more than friendship. So what is a Gen-Zer supposed to so when they don't understand something - Google Zinda bad (a hindi victory cheer)

[A/N: You kinda have to stay with this one till the end to truly understand everything. There is a lot of religious symbolism that I don't know how to get into a premise. It's parallels. It's Yin and Yang. It's a study of human nature, of love. A beauty and the beast narrative.]

It's tagged as Cult

CharuTirth

On to lighter topics. A Indian Food BL coz I saw Old Fashion Cupcake and I have no self control.

Youtube wasn't a thing he'd thought about, ever. Until the pandemic hit and he had all the time in the world to pass. Charu has just been qualified for shorts and he's trying to find a style. Tirth, his videographer, suggests a review of street food in Ahmedabad. They idea is good and they both like it but really it's just an excuse to spend more time together. Charu doesn't want to trouble anyone's life, he is happy just to watch and help even as he hates every second Tirth flirts with other people. Tirth's liked Charu since he's friend passed him the box of sweets he made. He knows what people think about him - about how he moves and how many people he sleeps with. He'd learned to lean into it. If they are gonna talk he better give them something to talk about. But with Charu, he's fine just spending time with him and being his friend.

What neither of them know is Tirth's cousin (Jiva) and Charu's best friend (Hemal) are horrible meddlers who love meddling. It starts with Jiva seeing the ThaiBL wallpaper on Hemal's phone. They agree Charu and Tirth would make an awesome BL couple and what are friends for if not to help?

[A/N: This is very tongue and cheek, fun, light-hearted, classic Uni-set Thai BL narrative but in India. No brains needed here. Okay, a few brain cells needed for the systemic colorism and homophobia but the story is very light on them. Supportive parents in this one. Coz I deserve it. This was the first bl BL I came up with. It's very different from my typical angst writing style. It's a rom-com hands down but I can't, coz I am me, not add some social commentary. Yay! (sarcastic and exhausted)]

Tag: CharuTirth or FoodBL

There are others but for now these are the three big ones. I'm going to be doing Kimhan for Nanowrimo. Hopefully I have some sort of a book by the end that I can send publishers. (If you know anyone, please help me) It would take me a year to fully finish all three, if I am consistent and diligent and don't fall into a spiral and if my immune system doesn't kill me first.

I am planning on writing in English and Hindi. Coz there are dialogues that you just can't do justice in English and there are other things that I only know how to do in English. Like my username says - I'll fuck around and find out.

Do you prefer the term Indian BL or Desi BL? Help me tag this.

[mci-writing]

God I read your post that has the Headcanons what Bunny Izuku acting on his DNA’s purpose to just make kids. I’m just thinking about the process and I just want to read it because god feral bunny Izuku wants some kids. I’m so curious about the Izuku fucking MC when she naps because I can just see Izuku going faster once she wakes up from the nap like AH-

Not me, answering a few Bunny!Deku requests from a year ago in an attempt to fill out the spots left in my list of Deku fics to write for his birthday-

Here's some short, consensual somnophilia between our bunny boi and the reader-

Drowsy (Bunny!Midoriya Izuku x Reader) [Smut]

Warnings: Bunny!Deku, consensual somnophilia, sleepy sex, breeding season, interrupted sleep, heavily implied, if not actual, breeding kink

Midoriya almost feels bad seeing your tuckered out state. Your eyelids were drooping, too heavy to keep from covering your glossy, (e/c) eyes, and your voice was slowly giving out from all of the moans he's managed to draw out from you in a day. He's worried you can't take too much more of the rabid breeding of a rutting bunny and is almost tempted to forcefully end your participation for the rest of the season, but you always cry out and beg him to keep going when those thoughts distract him from his main goal.

'I-I can handle more, Izu! Give me more!~' Was a constant mantra that'd leave your lips anytime you caught him wanting to go easy on you, anytime he wondered if he was going too hard on you your first mating season, anytime you felt his thrusts soften away from the hard fucking he was giving you.

So seeing you push yourself to where you very obviously couldn't handle anymore bunny fucking without at least a nap was hot in a way that he couldn't quite put his finger on. He has to force himself to pull out of your cum-filled, tight cunt and convince you to at least take a small break for him. He's whispering soft and sweet little nothings to convince you to get comfortable in the setup he made for the two of you and he’s holding your body against his warm one to ease you into a peaceful slumber.

It’s almost unfair with how sweet you are to him, helping him out through his rut and allowing him to fuck your brains out. You put up with his tending to your needs (more so than he usually does), allowed him to go through his weird courting rituals (trying and failing to keep up with his speed and stamina), and letting him fill your cunt to the brim with his cum. Each time, your pussy was just as warm and inviting as the last, sucking him in and taking him deeply, practically begging for his cum to stuff you full.

You even went out of your way to ensure his needs were taken care of, taking it upon yourself to take charge when you needed to. You'd happily take his meaty cock between your folds, riding him empty until his next knot would form. He feels blessed enough just to be able to have you with him during his heat (even if you only gave him blowjobs to help calm him down), but having you go after your way to be filled and stuffed with his cock was its own heaven on earth. Having you encourage him to fill you was its own kind of hot.

Your warm and wet walls always fit snugly around him, desperately squeezing to draw out as much cum as you could from him. He would happily provide, stuffing you full with numerous creampies throughout the night until you passed out. There were times you weren't content with just one of your holes being stuffed to the brim, sometimes holding out from resting until all of your holes were dripping with his release.

You were your own kind of hot.

Even now, seeing you dressed in nothing but a loose tank top he managed to get on you in the tussle of getting you to nap and a thin pair of panties that fit so tight and snug he can make out the outline of your pussy lips and your ever so sensitive clit, you were driving him crazy in not taking advantage of your tired state. It's almost embarrassing when he feels his boner (which seems to never go down these days with all the pheromones in the air) twitch, precum already beading at the tip and coating the area around it.

He settles for wrapping his fingers around it, slowly easing them down and back up against the base of his cock before he properly jerks himself off, knowing that it's nothing compared to your warm cunt. His eyes drift over to your sleeping form occasionally, taunting himself with each reminder that you're within arm's reach, yet unavailable in helping him with his not-so-small problem.

He bites his lip, huffing through his nose as he gets between your legs and continues with jerking himself on. His fingers stroke him at a fast pace, nothing compared to the magic of your fingers, but enough to get the job done with the added boost of his imagination.

His hips rut into his hand, giving himself squeezes to simulate the feeling of your warm cunt to the best of his abilities, but it's nothing compared to the real thing. His hand isn't as warm, isn't as tight, isn't as inviting as your walls and he's unable to trick himself, no matter how wankable the sight in front of him was.

Your lips part slightly in your sleep, soft breaths leaving through the opening. Your eyes are fluttered close, seemingly capable of opening at any moment if he isn't careful. Your tank top is scrunched up, giving him an ample eye view of your chest and lower stomach. Nothing is left to the imagination, even if he's seen every bare bit of your body in every plausible position he's been able to get you in.

His hands grab hold of your thighs, softly squeezing the plush flesh between his fingers as a quick thought crosses his mind, 'You wouldn't mind if I...'

He presses your thighs together, watching the way your folds squeeze together, and press against the thin fabric of your panties before he spreads them apart again. His mouth goes dry as your panties tighten around the outer parts of your lower lips, one of his hands releasing one of your thighs before leading his cock to press the tip against your clothed entryway. He presses the head a little further inside, closing his eyes and his ears heightening a little at the warmth that radiates from you.

'Somnophilia's kind of hot. I wouldn't mind if you had your way with me in my sleep, Izuku' The memory plays as he begins rocking his hips against your clothed core, speeding up as he becomes desperate for the release he's been denying himself.

His hand lets his dick go, reaching up and groping at your chest through your tank. The hand on your thigh lifts it a little to gain further access to your opening, precum smearing the cloth of your underwear as he manages to thrust a little further inside.

"Z-Zuku..." The soft sound makes one of his ears twitch, his body freezing as his eyes stare up at your face. Your eyes remain closed, your breathing a little heavier. He lets out a relieved sigh, taking in the sight of your aroused state. He weighs the options in his head, the idea of continuing outweighing everything as he feels the warmth and wetness of your cunt through the thin cloth of your panties.

He buries his face in your neck, beginning to move his hips against yours again and working his way back up to his original speed. It doesn't help that he can hear your soft sighs and airy moans, each one making his skin flush a brighter shade.

"Fuck~" He swears under his breath as he feels your walls clench around his covered cock, whining when your walls begin making it harder for him to drag his hips back and pull himself out so he can plunge back into your cunt as deep as your panties will allow. He nuzzles your neck as his thrusts become harder, desperately wanting to reach inside of you without the restrictions and limitations he's placed on himself to spare your slumber and slowly losing himself with each squeeze and squelch your wet cunt makes.

He grips at the blankets under you for security as his hips begin rutting up into yours, desperately wanting to feel more of you. It's rewarding when he draws more sounds out of you, feels your walls beggingly cling against him, and feels your arousal drip past the protection of your underwear and tauntingly coat his cock.

His moans, which he'd been struggling so hard to keep at bay when he first started, grow more prominent and louder as he grows closer to his release. He almost feels bad about the stain that's going to be left in your underwear, or he'll at least pretend to care. If anything, it'll just be another mark claiming you as his.

His amazingly perfect mate that he's so damn lucky to have.

The plausibility of you having to go out later, wearing underwear stained with essence was probably what did it in for him when his cock spills his release inside of you, snapping the pair of panties separating him from fully being inside of you in half. He doesn't feel bad, enjoying the way your walls pulse around him and cling to him desperately, begging to have every last drop of cum he has to offer.

His chest heaves with his panting, pulling away to tower over your body as he recatches his breath. He's not surprised or shocked to see your dazed (e/c) eyes staring up at him, your legs wrapped around his out of instinct. His thumbs rub soft circles into your skin, an adoring smile tugging on his lips as he pulls your legs from his body and sets them to rest your feet flat against the ground.

"Sorry to wake you so suddenly, honey, but..." He gets down between your thighs, pressing a kiss to one as he stares up at you, "Let me make it up to you?"

[duvetsandpillows]

Lucky One

Pete Davidson x Reader 

Word count: 2k

Warnings: Swearing, mention of needles, slight angst, drug use

A/N: This is my first Pete fic but I think I will definitely be writing more. Please let me know what you think!

I sat in bed, joint in one hand, lighter in the other. I’d been staring at the wall for the past half hour or so, drowning in my thoughts, forgetting the joint I’d been fiddling with was there to be smoked.

I was thinking about everything and nothing all at once. Have I taken my antidepressant? What do they do with the bagel holes? You’re gonna be alone forever. Don’t forget your earring is behind the back left leg of the desk. New thoughts beginning before the last one could end. I was exhausted yet I hadn’t done anything to warrant feeling so drained. I’d only left my bed to piss.

“Hey you home?” I glanced over at my door, reality setting back in, before realizing how messy my bed was; sketchbook and pencils scattered everywhere, weed crumbs and ash from not paying attention to what I was doing and empty monster cans. I kicked as much as I could off the end of the bed before putting the long forgotten joint to my lips and sparking it. The door slowly opened, Pete standing in the doorway holding a bag and a coffee.

“Whatcha doing in bed B?” he asked climbing into the bed handing me the coffee. I took a toke and thanked him while passing him the joint.

“I just don’t feel like moving. I feel like shit, my brain won’t stop for just a second. I just want everything to stop.” My voice breaking as I began to fight back tears. He blew smoke into the air, putting his arm around my shoulder, pulling me into his side, handing me the joint.

“Breathe B, you’re gonna be okay. I know that sounds like bullshit but I’m here to help you through it.” I took a take and wiped a stray tear from my eye. “It’s always been me and you hasn’t it, that’s not gonna stop now. Did you take your antidepressant today?”

“I can’t remember,” I squeaked, letting the tears win the battle. Pete put his other arm around my chest and squeezed tight, resting his hand on the back of my head and rubbing his thumb.

He would whisper little pick me-ups every few minutes while I cried. “At least you didn’t walk straight into a street light like I did.” I looked up to see him pointing to a small bruise on his forehead. “I saw a woman carrying a dog in a baby sling thing and then boom! Street Light.” I giggled before taking a deep breath and wiping my tears with my sleeves.

“I guess you could say she threw you off your rhythm.” He rolled his eyes and pushed my head playfully before chuckling.

We’d been friends practically our whole lives, yet it was rare for us to talk about deep shit. Not because we didn’t care but we were good at talking each others minds off all the bullshit. 

“Movie, smoke, munch? I brought gushers and twizzlers.”

“Only if I get to pick.”

“Obviously, you always pick.” I scoffed and sat up, rolling my eyes.

“Bullshit, we constantly watching The Mule.”

“Not my fault you can’t appreciate a masterpiece,” he said as he grabbed my rolling tray from the end of the bed and I began flicking through Netflix for something to watch.

“Your hair looks nice by the way,” he mumbled, eyes focused on rolling the joint. I glanced over at my reflection in the mirror, I looked as if I’d just climbed out of the hedge. I smiled and thanked him, deciding to put on Knocked Up.

Pete told me what he’d been up to all week and who the guests were gonna be while we watched the film. I made him a twizzler ring and he attempted to make me a bracelet but he couldn’t work out how to get the knot to stay tight.” After a couple more joints I sat up on my knees and faced him.

“Could... I maybe colour in your tattoos?” I asked, placing my hand on his leg to stay balanced, realizing how high I was after not moving for so long.

“Yeah of course, which one first?” I smiled and pointed to the unicorn on his arm and leant off the end of the bed to grab my pens, Pete grabbing hold of my foot as I almost fell off. After I’d finished the unicorn I moved onto the direwolf underneath. Pete was flicking through the pages of my sketchbook as I added icy blue to the eyes.

“Y’know,” he started, passing me a joint, “I reckon you could be a tattoo artist. You could even practice on me.” I stopped and looked at him a bit taken back.

“I’ve never thought about it before.”

“Maybe you should.”

Once I finished the direwolf I looked up to see Pete had dozed off, I smiled and pulled a blanket over him, moving the sketchbook off his lap. I rolled a joint and glanced at the open drawing of a group of clouds I’d been working on but hadn’t yet worked out what should accompany them.

I thought about what Pete said and picked up the sketchbook and a pencil. I smoked while drawing Frank the bunny’s head from Donnie Darko. It was my favourite film and Pete had watched it with me countless times.

After an hour or so I finished the outline and most of the infill with different shades of blue. I felt Pete roll over and put his arm across my lap. I looked down to see him, eyes half open, observing my drawing.

“That’s amazing.” His voice gruff and low.

“Thank you,” I said passing him a monster from my bedside table. He sat up partially and took a sip before handing it back to me. “Good nap?” He nodded and laid back down into my side.

“You should put that on me,” He kicked his leg out from under the blanket and pointed to the side of his thigh. “Here would be perfect.”

“If you’d like.” He sat up again and gently tore the sketch out of the book.

“Come on then.” I frowned and tilted my head slightly. “There’s a guy that could do this now, you could get one too?”

I stared at him in a bit of shock, not expecting him to actually want one of my pieces on his body. I thought he was saying it just to be nice. Also as I’d never considered getting a tattoo before. Not because I didn’t like them but more because I was nervous; I wasn’t great with needles and if tattoo’s would suit me.

“You up for it?”

“What if I look awful with one?” I blurted, Pete’s smile morphed into confusion.

“Why would you look awful?” You always look great.” I could feel my cheeks getting warm and I couldn’t help but ever so slightly smile. “Plus I think you’d look hot with one,” he mumbled handing me the sketchbook, open to a small drawing of a sheep I’d done high while watching Shaun the Sheep.

“It’s small, if you want it to be hidden then it’s easy.” I looked down at the doodle and thought about it for a moment.

“Fuck it lets go.”

I sat on a chair next to Pete watching as the tattoo artist, Jon, carefully traced over the light purple outline in dark blue ink. I began adding to my sheep. A few clouds in the background, similar to the ones on Pete’s.

“What you doing?” I handed him the paper, glancing over at his leg, in awe at how it was turning out. I looked back at Pete who was smiling at the drawing. I held out the pencil to him, when he didn’t notice I poked his arm with it.

“Ow, dick,” he said pouting and rubbing his arm. “What am I meant to do with this?”

“Add something to it, you got a piece of me,” I pointed to his leg. “Your turn.”

“I can’t draw like you and-”

“And I don’t care. Draw.”

While Pete drew, not phased at all by the needle going in and out of his leg, I chatted with Jon, asking him question about how he became a tattoo artist and what it’s like. I was slowly becoming more interested the more I watched him work. Once he was done he turned to me.

“You ready?” he asked, I nodded nervously and Pete passed him the design. Pete swapped places with me after taking a look at it in the floor length mirror. I decided to get it on my arm as I decided I wanted to always be able to see it now Pete had added to it. I told them I didn’t want to see it until it was finished, wanting Pete’s addition to be a surprise. I looked over at Pete, nerves starting to kick in a little.

“Have I ever told you I’m not brilliant with needles?” He chuckled and took my hand in his.

“Yep,” I winced as the needle hit my skin. “Like the time you gave blood because you thought that nurse was cute and threw up all over him before fainting.” I chuckled before biting the inside of my cheek and gripped his hand tight. “You’re good, just keep your eyes this way,”

Pete kept chatting with me and rubbing his thumb on the back of my hand, keeping me distracted from the pain.

“Should I be nervous with what you drew? It’s just clicked how much trust I’ve given you.” He pursed his lips, holding back either as smile or a laugh. “Pete...”

“Nah nah nah, it’s not that bad, but you said to add a bit of me. Trust me you’ll love it.” I raised my eyebrows before gripping his hand again, feeling a muscle in my arm unintentionally spasm.

“You’re good, it happens sometimes, we’re almost done here.”

After ten more minutes it was all done and he was wiping it up. It was aching it a little but I was really excited to see it.

“You ready to see it?” I nodded and looked at my arm to see the best tattoo I could imagine. The clouds were a beautiful combination of greys and whites, my sheep now with a spliff in its mouth and a second, slightly wonky looking, sheep with a spliff also in its mouth and sunglasses on. It kind of looked like a child drew the second sheep but I loved it even more for that.

“I put our initials at the bottom so we don’t forget who is who.” I giggled looking at his scruffy handwriting underneath. “So... what do you think?”

“I fucking love it!” I said wrapping my arms around him hugging him as tight as I could. “Thank you Pete.” I pressed a kiss to his cheek and let Jon wrap my arm up in cling film.

We grabbed some Taco Bell on the way home, I was designated DJ and he driver. I was, questionably, rapping along to Colson and Corpse’s new song while Pete laughed at me. He slipped his hand into mine, giving it a small squeeze and continued driving and started rapping along as if that was a normal for us to hold hands. I smiled and gave his a squeeze back even though I was a bit shocked. Shocked but yet it felt normal.

“You can roll the next one, my arm aches,” I said flopping onto my bed.

���Is that gonna be your excuse for the next week?” 

“Did it work?” I looked up to see him shaking his head and chuckling as he picked up the rolling tray.

“You’re lucky you’re cute.” I smiled and winked as it sat up. 

“You’re lucky too, you get to look at this cute face all the time.” Pete leant forward and took my hand, pulling me into his lap.

“What would you say, if I asked you out... to dinner or something?” I wrapped my arms around his neck and furrowed my eyebrows.

“What like a date?” His smile and confidence drained from his face immediately and I had to force myself to hold back a laugh.

“It doesn’t have to be no, I just- aw fuck.” I started pissing myself laughing, holding onto him tight to keep my balance.

“Yes I’d love to go on a date, if you hurry up and roll that joint, I teased winking at him, swinging myself off his lap. “I’ll even put on The Mule yeah?”

“I’m definitely the lucky one.”

[stardustanddaffodils]

i sure hope nothing bad happens to this little fella! ^_^

[ID: First image: A lineless digital drawing of a strawberry plant on brown earth.

Second image: A messy marker version of the strawberry plant above with a white bunny outlined in dark blue standing beside the strawberry on its hind legs. There is a thought bubble next to it showing two exclamation marks, a strawberry, and a heart, all drawn in red. /End ID.]

strawberry plant that definitely wont lay a curse on you if you steal from it. no dude i promise

[honoredbastard]

ෆ self indulgent and entilted

characters — bonten!rindou haitani  + *yakuro nanami (oc) .

content and warnings   — mentions of drugs ( yo sanzu ), clubbing, stalker mention, mention(s) of drugging, yelling, angst(?), swearing, and so on.

note  — sorry for the dark content hhhhh, it came with the idea of ackerman being a yakuza that hated bonten and wanted yakuro gone. it may actually be apart of the fic i’m outlining..... these men hold my heart and WILL NOT LET GO OF IT. also they just like dive into my brain 24/7. help i had a fit over what looked best for three hours- at this point i’mma probably make a lil sum’ for sanzu. i love this man and i can’t stop having him appear in my stories that involve bonten. like this guy is 24/7 in the back of my mind.

                                         *Yakuro Nanami.                                            he/they/bun! 

                  Now playing ayanami  — by satin

rindou woke up first to yakuro wearing his bunny ears and a bunny pajama set that he seemed to just slip on before marching into bed. it was cute, but there was still smudges of makeup on his face and the dark circles of terrible inconsistent sleep. rindou sighed, brushing away blonde parts of hair that yakuro was chewing on. 

“yakuro.” rindou lightly pushed yakuro’s shoulder, trying to wake the boy in his semi bunny work attire. “rindou? rindou....” yakuro groaned, his head searched for rindou’s lap or hand that he could lean into. just exist near, to feel his skin and be aware of his warmth, that he was alive and not dead. that he stayed the whole night. “morning doll.” rindou smiled quietly, brushing his fingers over the boy’s hair. 

there was a knock on the door, “come in” as if that was a full offer to entangle himself with the couple he busted through the door and made a running start to jump onto the couple. “HI!” “i don’t do the touching, i’ll sit and pour you your drink and be your personal bunny. please treat the bunny well and we will have no problems. if they bunny feels uncomfortable the bunny has full rights to leave and find a new client. if you understand these rules please enjoy your bunny.”

yakuro stated as if he was at work. it was grilled into his brain and always had to repeat it infront of new clients. working at a bunny suit club was not it, almost rolling over onto sanzu. “bad work day?” “bad work day.” rindou confirmed sanzu’s suspicions with three simple  words. “yaku..” “no.” “yakuuu.” sanzu scooted in between the two, poking yakuro’s cheeks aggressively. he seemed sober, thank god. 

rindou shrugged the mans presence off and trudged to the bathroom to wash and whatnot. “you have another shift, ran told me to wake you up. “that’s not my problem. tell my boss to go fuck himself with a dildo filled with nails.” sanzu’s eyes widened, that was aggressive. although at the same time sorta funny?

“he said he’d cut off your shift times and cut back on how much money you make plus tips.” sanzu repeated what ran had informed him of, with a quite frustrated appearance.  “THAT FUCKER WILL NOT!” raising up from his laying position, yakuro ran into the hallway stumbling here and there from improper pace. 

“i’d love to see him try i swear if he even tries reducing my pay i’ll quit the whole fucking job how about that? i never liked this bullshit bunny shit anyways, it’s annoying when the customers try to touch and then you get stalkers.” yaku was mumbling to hell and back from his bosses call, waving to ran who nodded. making himself a bento before heading off on a small mission.

yaku threw open the washroom door and started searching for his bunny suit attire. the club’s theme was rainbow today so he washed a deep red suit with a black add-on tail and clip on black ears (which were foldable too. yakuro always folds one ear.) when yakuro made it back to his room, sanzu was gone and rindou was crouching near the bottom drawer.

“whatcha lookin for?” yakuro asked curiously, sitting beside the man who made a mess beside him “looking for a red suit now, i’m trying to match with you subtly.” cute- that was the only thinking yaku could think of this man who is a part of a criminal organization/gang. who woulda thought?

“i think you might be better with either a red with black tie or a deeper red of a suit.” yakuro suggested, getting up from his sitting position, joints cracking. “or black would go well, after all i’m only wearing red heel, a red body suit, and red makeup. the rest is black!” yakuro called out to rindou who was still crouched as he exited the room. taking into account his suggestions, he went with a more black with red accents attire.

           ާlocation, bunny palace! ෆ             late night, 11pm.

“here in bunny palace we have many bunnies to suit your taste! male, female, and even those who do not define themselves! run and created by the ackermans.” bunny palace is under the hands of those with the ackerman name. mikasa, the current owner, is softer on us than many. although the music blaring is not something you can get used to.

“hello! i’m moonie! it’s so good to meet you, are you new here?” yakuro was tired, it was about 4 more hours until he shift ended and he was already hungry again. salad’s really don’t fill you up especially when you wolf them down. his feet ached and cried out each time he took another step, he wanted to lay down and use rindou as his personal body pillow.... rindou! ‘i hope he’s okay.’ he thought, placing himself beside the very important client his boss claimed. “oh i am! it’s nice too meet you moonie.”

“it’s so good to meet you too! we have a few rules here that our bunnies tell each new client: i’ll sit and pour you your drink and be your personal bunny. please treat the bunny well and we will have no problems. if they bunny feels uncomfortable the bunny has full rights to leave and find a new client. if you understand these rules please enjoy your bunny. please keep touching to a minimal. do not force your bunny drinks or food. respect your bunny. is that doable?” yakuro asked with big puppy eyes, a big smile, and high pitched voice. “of course!” the customer happily said, hand already on his thigh.

i am SO uncomfortable was all that yaku could think about, his eyes flicking between the customer and each place his gross hands laid upon. squeezing every-so often like it was a pleasuring act for yaku. before he removed the man’s hand, he restrained himself. drawing a large breath before responding to the customer. “i’m so sorry sir! shall i get you something to drink?” yaku pouted, “if you’d like, moonie!” i’m saved.

yakuro smiled and stood up, “why of course! i’ll be right back!” like a breath of relief, he rushed to the staff room. he waved to some girls, “not on stage today moonie?” one asked, a baby stripper new to the bunny palace club. “yeah! boss was all: ‘act cutesy, be close, allow touching this once. there are really important customers here today.’ like thanks for threatening my paycheck and then saying that!”

“oh my, that’s rough babe. ackerman is always like that, it’s like she has a stick up her ass.” one of the older strippers that had been with yakuro since he started chimed in, “you’re right!” yaku chuckled, leaning closer into his vanity mirror to adjust his lipstick and have a chance to message rindou. 

40 missed messages. “i’m so fucked.” “why’s that babe?” “i may have forgot to message rindou telling him ackerman added hours onto my shift.” the room grew tense, “that’s awful? read his messages.” sei suggested, “might cool him off if he’s angry.

“alright!” yaku sighed with a smile, opening the messages. to his surprise, rindou wasn’t angry but instead worried that a client had gotten too touchy and triggered yakuro. after all, ran did inform rindou about the bits and pieces that sanzu did not tell yaku. “whew, i’m good! i’m safe. he’s just worried....” sei and bab took a loud sigh and began laughing. “BUT I’M FUCKED.” “really? that’s great! now go out! your client must be waiting.” 

yup the girls took it that way. “i will! don’t worry don’t worry. i just hope sanzu doesn’t buy the whole club.” “he won’t now go!” sei pushed out yaku who glanced over at the client who finished the previous bottle. his nose was red and was slightly swaying back and forth.

walking up to the bar, yakuro ran into polaris. “polar!” “moonie.” “can you get something for my client? he seems to be a lightweight.” “sure, i’m sure he wouldn’t mind beer.” polar sat down the cup he was wiping back and forth to keep busy.

“the bar isn’t very busy huh?” “oh no, it’s just we got our best girls today dancing and the waitresses and working ten times harder. it works out for both of them and neither of them have to fight each other about unfair pay. tomorrow you’ll be our best so good luck.” polar smiled earnestly to add to the words of encouragement, sliding over the foaming beer over the black marbled counter. 

“thanks! i’ll need it.” turning with the drink in hand, yaku noticed the man’s disgruntled face. he looked as if the whole world was going to blow up and he was watching the countdown. ‘act cutesy, act cutesy, act cutesy.’ it was a constant mantra in his head before he sat down and opened his mouth.

“what could be wrong sir?” yaku felt like rolling his eyes into oblivion, he could care less. “oh it’s just something wrong with the gang.” “oh my, a yakuza?” boring, yaku fake gasped handing over the bear to the angered man. “yeah!” he said pridefully with a chuckle, gulping the drink down and slamming it down. “something about bonten this and that and one of our men died.”

now that’s interesting. yaku felt like walking out to just go see sanzu, it felt like everything was reminding yakuro of him. hell even the purple lights were. but alas he was stuck eyeing the entrance while the man babbled on and on about this whole yakuza shin-dig he was in. he decided to slip off his shoes because the waitresses’ assured the man that they would handle getting drinks.

it felt like hours, drink after drink the world became more hazy. yakuro grew a high tolerance because of his job but he seemed to be losing himself while the client seemed more than sober. “you.. slipped somethin, huh?” the client beside him flinched, clenching onto his bag. “w-what? are you sure you don’t have a low tolerance m-mr. moonie?” the man stammered, through gritted teeth yaku managed to huff out a ‘whatever’.

“miss. ackerman set you up? thought so, the bitch never liked me because i have a bonten member for a partner. guess i’m finally leaving this hellhole. send her my best regards, yeah?” he asked with a agitated tone. his words were laced with threats, raising slowly. “mr. moonie?” “i’m leaving, i want to leave. i have to go see rindou.” he dug the acrylic nails that were done just recently into his thigh. fuck the shoes. 

whatever was in the drink didn’t seem strong but it had yakuro in and out of conscience. the man who was once his client seemed nowhere to be found, leaving a stumbling yaku to himself. sei noticed this and dropped her waiters plate, running over to the bunny who was just about to fall. “MOONIE!” 

          ާlocation, the bonten loft.             early morning, 3am.

blue eyes fluttered open, fighting the urge to close once more. “they’re awake! rindou, they’re all good!” a familiar voice echoed throughout yakuro’s head. his body felt numb, in an attempt to speak he noticed his voice was gone. every one of his senses felt like they were being drowned under water. his eyesight was the only thing that was significantly normal.

though his contacts seemed to be taken off, leaving the blue and purple hues of yaku’s true eye colour roaming free. rindou’s footsteps were heavy and had a quick pace, the vibrations went through the bed. “yaku?” his usual docile purple eyes were filled with worry and anger mixed together, forever burning until yakuro got better.

all the man managed to do was a weak smile, his eyes blinked slowly while he stared at rindou. the two conversed, rindou’s agitation growing as his jaw clenched harder with every muffled word sanzu spoke. “i am very upset sanzu, yakuro was drugged. AGAIN!” “we can’t do anything but sit it out! we don’t even know who it was. rindou you need to calm down.” sanzu too was frustrated beyong belief.

the whole loft was filled with tension that was denser than a brick wall. everyone considered yakuro a part of bonten after two years. he even got a bonten tattoo per mikey’s request. it lays on his right shoulder which he covers up during his job with makeup despite his hatred, it was the only condition ackerman gave him before he could work at bunny palace. ackerman and bonten hated each other, seeing a bonten tattoo at the ackermans would start a war. 

“he’s quitting that job and working at our club. this is the last time i’ll EVER see him like this again.” this wasn’t the first time rindou raised his voice when he was angered by the way yakuro looked in this condition. unable to move, speak, only look plainly at the wall with a weak smile here and there.

it tore him apart from the inside out each time, it did every member living in the loft. finally after whatever happened between those two. sanzu left, rindou left as well but returned with water and began to cuddle the numb and quiet yakuro.

[smallcrystals]

if the humane 7+tgbg could get tattoos what do you think they'd get?

OO INTERESTING

i'm not gonna delve into couple tattoos bc while they're really cute and all, they are risky (like if the couple split and stuff) and i just wanna focus on the characters aside from their relationships!

sci twi – probably two words, one on each wrist that match, like, say, "young forever" or something, and small wings on the back of her right ankle. some four pointed stars on her clavicle.

sunset shimmer – this is a hc i saw maggie make on twt and that's wings on her shoulder blades and honestly that's so cool so YEAH. the bisexual double crescent moon symbol on her arm in the bi colours too!!

fluttershy – a cute lil bunny, simple style, on her side of her shoulder and maybe the outline of a butterfly on the backhand of her thumb

applejack – her mother's name on her wrist, with a pear and an apple under it next to each other to signify their connection to the pears

pinkie pie – drumsticks on shoulder blades! sunpie besties went and got them together. maybe a rose on the side of her shoulder too

rarity – definitely something like "love yourself" in calligraphy around her arm, just above her elbow. maybe a simple flourish design on her wrists too

rainbow dash – her cutie mark on the side of her shoulder bc why the fuck not, "loyalty" on her middle finger of her right hand. there are probably more bc she definitely would get quite a few tattoos but rn my brain is blank. she'd probably get an entire sleeve, let's be honest

flash sentry – this is a very specific design bc i wanted to draw him with this tattoo for a WHILE now but a treble clef with a cornflower wrapped around it, some of the blue petals falling. this would be on his neck, nearer to the right but you can still see it facing forward. definitely some lyrics from BTS maybe on his lower back, "euphoria" & "serendipity" on his wrists. you can tell i've actually thought abt flash w tattoos before lmao

timber spruce – i've been debating whether i like sleeve tattoo timber spruce, who looks like a typical "bad boy" but really isn't when you actually speak to him 😭 he'll probably get gloriosa daisy flowers around his arm to start with just so he doesn't get into trouble with her and then when he's older, he'd add onto it, getting lyrics that mean a lot to him, his birth flower.

soarin – he was a little hard to come up with but wings makes the most sense. i asked misty and nyan said wings on his wrists, matching with his platonic soulmate spitfire, which so true. i think aside from matching, he'd get a pattern of black-outlined hearts around his ankle!

and there!! most of these are just from the top of my head but maybe i'll give them more in the future sjfksjf

[random-mha-thoughts]

Skater Boy (Kirishima x Reader)

Pairing: Kirishima x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: College!AU; You’re going to get pizza and you run into a group of skaters from your university

Word count: 2,640

Tags:  @yuki-osaki​ @liviitehe​ @iamsoftsodonttoucheume-blog​ @bunnythepipsqueak​

a/n: I was talking to my cousin one day and the thought just suddenly hit me, What if the Bakusquad were skateboarders?  And so this idea was born!  Not the best but I think it’s cute, and he deserves fluff after I just wrote angst for him.

"I think I might actually fail that class," I deflate, hunched over.  "I study until I'm blue in the face and I still do bad on the exams.  And he doesn't even curve the grades!"

Tzuyu raises an eyebrow at me.  "(Y/n), you have a B in that class, why are you so worried?"

"Because I want an A!" I burst out as we walk up the parking lot of the pizza shop.  "It's still only the middle of the semester, I need a good enough cushion just in case I slip up on the last few exams.  I can't get another C!"

My dark haired friend grabs my shoulders and looks me in the eye.  "You're freaking out for nothing, just chill.  Do something fun for a change."

I sigh exasperatedly.  "I don't have time for fun.  I need enough time to study and do my homework, and I need time to procrastinate because of how stressed I am."  She doesn't understand since she's not a science major, she's a lucky Communications major.

She rolls her eyes.  "If you keep going like this, you'll start having premature grays hairs.  And you'll look older than you already do."

I shove her playfully.  "Are you saying I look older than my age?"

"Yup.  And it doesn't help that you have resting bitch face either."

I jump in front of her to jokingly insult her too.  "You're-"

"Incoming!"

Stepping backwards, the ground underneath my foot is slightly higher and shaky, making my leg jerk to the side instinctively and I land square on my ass, almost knocking into the shop's glass doors.  My head follows the sound of wheels rolling to see a skateboard gliding away from us.

"Hey, stupid."  A shadow casts over me and I meet the eyes of a pretty annoyed ash-blond boy, his hands in his forest green cargo pants pockets.  He looks down his nose at me with a grimace.  "That was my board you tripped on."

I blink, not knowing what he expects me to say.  "Um.  Sorry?"

Tzuyu helps me off the floor.  "Why would you let it roll away if you didn't want anyone touching it?"

He grabs it from the small distance it traveled, kicking the edge and gripping it by the metal between the wheels.  His board is almost all black with a giant white skull in the middle surrounded by orange and yellow flames.  "We warned you, not our fault you stepped on it like an amateur."

My gaze flicks briefly to the group of other people hanging around the side of the building before returning back to him.  "All you said was 'Incoming,' how were we supposed to know what to watch out for?"

The boy rolls his eyes and swaggers up to me.  Being almost an entire head taller, he slouches over me.  "You should've know to just freeze up," he growls.

The combination of his height towering over me and his murderous crimson eyes makes me gulp, but stand my ground.  I cross my arms over my chest.  "M-Maybe if you weren't so bad at skateboarding, you wouldn't have messed up for it to roll away from you."

The boy growls and bares his teeth at me.  "You wanna say that again?!"

"Okay, calm down, dude, it was just an accident."  A red-headed friend of the boy runs up and pushes him away when I flinch into Tzuyu's arms behind me.  "You don't have to pick a fight with everyone you meet, just chill."

The porcupine-haired boy grumbles under his breath and walks back to the rest of his group.

I turn to the saintly friend.  "Thank you-"

As soon as he turns around, the words get jumbled in my throat.  The front of his hair is so cutely tucked over his face under his black beanie.  His features give off a boyish charm with sharp features like his eyes and his jawline.  His beaming smile puts blindingly white sharp teeth on display as his eyes crinkle up.  "Sorry about him, he's a bit of a hothead."

"It's okay!" I say quickly, waving my hands in front of me and looking down.  My eyes meet with his board, the pattern a scarlet matching his hair color with black lettering outlining the initials RR.  "You have a pretty cool board.  Matches your hair."  It's a dumb compliment and I know it is, I'm just trying to make conversation.

He picks it up by the sides and admires it himself.  "You like it?  Painted it myself!  I bought the wheels, but I sprayed the trucks black because I thought it looked cooler."

"Seems like a personification of you."  You sound so lame and boring, why would you say that?

"It's new, I'm trying to get it scratched up and everything."  He holds it with one hand at his side and holds his hand out to me, flashing another brilliant smile.  "I'm Eijirou Kirishima by the way!"

Tzuyu and I introduce ourselves.  "Do you go to the university here?" my friend asks.

"Yeah, we all do," he motions to the rest of them.  "We just like to come out and chill every once in a while, usually we're at the park though."

I know which one he's talking about.  About a block away, opposite the direction of our university, is a skate park that I've seen whenever we pass by here to get food.

Tzuyu clears her throat and nudges me from behind and I shoot her a look to stop.

"Yo, Kiri!  We're goin' back to the park, you comin'?"  One of the boys with bright blond hair and a black hoodie calls out.

Kirishima's head flits back and forth between us and his friends.  "I'll meet up with you guys later!" he answers before turning his attention back to us.  "I can treat you guys to lunch since Bakugou was being an ass if you want?"

My eyes widen.  "You don't have-"

"Sure, why not?" Tzu talks over me and grabs my arm.  "Let's go grab a table!"

I will kill everything you love.

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Tzuyu does most of the talking while I eat my pizza like a silent bunny.  We find out he's an Exercise Science major with an average GPA.  The most surprising thin is that his loudmouth friend who almost jumped us is a pretty bright student.

"You really can't tell, he's such a hothead," Tzu comments.

"Yeah, he's been trying to work on it," Kirishima laughs and rubs the back of his head.  "But he's a really smart guy, I usually ask him to explain stuff I don't understand."

I stare at the board he's laid down on the seat next to him.  We're spread out inside a semicircle booth near the window, so it's right next to me.  I stealthily reach out to spin one of the white and red wheels.  Some part of me feels like a child because I get easily amused by these things.

"You must really like my board."

My heart lurches when I realize I've been caught, my face turning red when I meet his beaming face.  "I'm sorry for touching it."  I scoot away from it a little bit.

"No need to apologize, I don't mind."  He pushes it towards me and leans his arms on the back of the cushioned seats.  "Do you skate?"

I fiddle with the wheels again.  "I have a board, actually, but I can't really skate."  It's at my house, under my bed where I can't see it.

"That's cool, do you have a picture?" his scarlet eyes light up in excitement."

"No, I don't."  I deleted it.  "I, uh, dated someone who bought it for me and was supposed to teach me how to skate."

"And you broke up?" Kirishima finishes, his expression neutralized to a blank slate.

Damnit, look what you did, you've made everyone uncomfortable now.  I take a last bite of my pizza, leaving the crust.  Usually Tzuyu eats it for me.

Kirishima eyes it and his face turns a bit red, darting away from me.  "Would it be weird to ask if I can eat your crust?"

I feel my own face get hot at his suggestion.  Tzuyu coughs to hide her giggle and nods slightly.  "Sure, go ahead," I manage to get out shakily.

He doesn't even hesitate to grab it once he has permission, happily chewing at it.  Tzuyu bites her lip to keep herself at my obviously red face.  Don't think about it, that's so childish, I chant to myself.

He licks his lips when he's finished.  "So, (Y/n), do you still wanna learn?"

My entire body erupts in a strange combination of warmth and cold.  I never really thought about skating after I broke up with the previous guy.  It's just been sitting under my bed because  I unconsciously can't bring myself to remind myself of anything about him.  It wouldn't be a bad idea, but I also don't really want to embarrass myself in front of another cute guy.

Noticing my hesitation, Kirishima offers a warm smile.  "You don't have to worry about falling in front of me!  I couldn't stay on the board at first either!"

I can't imagine it, but something about his affable, trusting demeanor draws me to him.  "I guess it wouldn't hurt to try."

"Awesome!"  His entire face lights up and his eyes crinkle up again.

"You guys can go ahead, I'm going back to the dorms to study," Tzuyu gets up to throw her plate away.  When Kirishima isn't looking, she wiggles her eyebrows and mouths, "Have fun."

"That's too bad.  It was nice meeting you!"

I shake my head quickly at her, but she just sticks her tongue out at me and leaves.

The redhead grabs his board and stands up.  "Shall we?"

Lord, I'm gonna die today.

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Kirishima had already got me to feel out my balance standing on the grass and was now planing on moving me to the concrete.  Cue all my fears of falling off and busting my head open.

"Do you know which stance you're more comfortable standing with?" he asks, placing the board in front of me near a pole in the parking lot.

"I think so?"  I'm not familiar with it, but I can switch it up later.

"Alright, hold onto the pole and step up.  I'll stand in front of you just in case you fall forward, just be careful falling backwards."  He's been extra patient with me this whole time, it's endearing.

"Can you clone yourself so you can be in both places?" I ask feebly, clasping my hands in front of me, staring at the little board.

He chuckles, "I wish I could.  You'll do fine, I'll try to catch you either way."

I take a breath, holding onto the pole and placing my foot on the board.  I don't want to look like a coward in front of Kirishima, so I grasp the metal tightly and plant my other foot, wobbling a little in place and whining.

"You're doing good!  Are you cool so far?"  He moves to stand on the side where my body faces forward.

"I think so?"  My blood pumps with adrenaline and all I want to do is leap off and go back to the dorms.  Damnit Tzu, why did you leave me here?

"Okay, whenever you're ready, just push off and roll!"

My front fist clenches in front of me, every instinct telling me not to let go of the pole.  "You'll catch me, right?" I confirm, my legs shaking in anticipation.

"Yup!"  He holds his hands out, palms up and ready.  "Ready when you are!"

Don't be a coward, just do it.  I push off weakly and start rolling only slightly faster than a snail's pace before I shake and spasm, putting a hand on Kirishima's arm instinctively.  "Shit, sorry-" I take my hand off only to windmill my arms and lean backward.

He grabs both of my hands.  "Lean on me, it's okay."

His warm smile and gentle voice makes me feel stupid for being an imbalanced fool.  "I'm sorry, I'm such a klutz, I'm really bad at this," I burst out quickly.

"You're fine, take your time."  The warmth from his hands flusters me even more and I want to let go, but if I do I'll fall over.  "Do you want me to push you so you can try again?  Is it okay?"  I nod, my body still shaking.  I shift to balance with one of his hands as he frees the other.  "I'm gonna let go after I push you, plant yourself."

He pushes at the small of my back gingerly, sending me rolling a little faster than before.  Despite being wobbly, somehow I manage to keep my balance for a few more seconds, the board wavering back and forth under my feet.

"You've got it, good job!" Kirishima praises, keeping a brisk walking pace to keep up.

The board slows to a crawl and I waver, stopping when I grab his arm again and letting out a breath I didn't know I was holding.  "That's not too bad I guess," I exhale.

He chuckles.  "Do you wanna try riding towards me alone this time?"

Please no.  "Okay," I squeak out.

Kirishima stands a good 10 meters away from me.  Starting from the pole, I push off towards him and balance myself across.  When I approach him, he raises his hands up for me to hold onto and walks backwards to match my speed.  "Just step off now."

As soon as I take my back foot off, the front tips forward into the ground.  The mini sensation of falling makes me yelp and lean into him reflexively.

A snicker leaves his lips.  "Not really a successful stop, but at least you did it."

I look up, about to say something snarky, but I realize how close we are to each other.  His eyes bore into mine, and I notice he has a small vertical scar on his right eye.  I'm about to reel back for staring before he grips my hands tighter and brings them down to get closer.  My heart thumps in my ears, body still shaking with adrenaline.

"You know, it won't take just a single day to skate well, you need to practice at it."  His eyes relax into a half-lidded state, one side of his lips lazily turned up slightly.

"Yeah..." I want to curse myself for such a dumb response.  The smell of his wooded cologne wafts from his hoodie.

He bites his lip and glances down at mine briefly and his voice drops an octave.  "Would you like it if we kept this up?  Maybe tomorrow?"

Without thinking, I nod slowly.

"Maybe we can grab something to eat together?" he tips his head, "Like a...date?"

My face flushes.  Oh, this is happening.  I nod again, not trusting my voice to do anything but scream.

A low chuckle resounds from him throat and he quickly brushes a finger to my cheek.  "You're cute.  I'm glad you wanna see me again too."

My chest throbs at the compliment, eyes dropping to the ground.

Another melodious laugh and he lets go of me, grabbing his board that rolled a few feet away.  "Come on, I'll walk you back to your dorm."

I hang back, dazed after what just happened.  The adrenaline is slowly emptying out of my system and my heart is trying to normalize, but replaying how close we were a few moments ago kicks everything back into gear.

"You coming?" he calls from behind.  Seeing my disorientation, he smiles teasingly.  "Have you lost your balance to walk too?  Here," he clasps his free hand with mine gently, "I'll help you."

A new tremor of warmth flows through me.  Oh.

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Omg. Guys. Last night I was bored and rummaging around and found two binders full of my old writing. Outlines, plot bunnies, chapter drafts, bad drawings of sex positions so I could describe them properly. I swear I threw it all out but I’m glad I didn’t cause this is gonna keep me occupied for a few days.

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Meet the Creator!

Introducing: Squido!

Commission:  I haven't and don't really intend to. I don't want to take anyone's hard-earned money. Just ask me to draw things and there's a good chance I will.

Social Media:  Tumblr: @sky-squido​ AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/sky_squido/pseuds/sky_squido

Tell us a little bit about yourself!

Call me Squido! I love to draw and write but I'm also super extraverted and I love interacting with humans so always feel free to chat with me! Aside from drawing and writing, I just love being outside and have a tumblr sideblog dedicated exclusively to nature photos I take. I love mountains, the ocean, the sky, and just about everything else in this beautiful world of ours! If you ever feel like having an internet stranger give you a thousand word rant, ask me why my favorite color is blue and you will not be disappointed!

What got you into creating? what inspires you to keep creating?

I've been drawing for as long as I can remember and can't seem to stop, though I take long breaks sometimes I always seem to come back to it again. I try not to have anything in mind when I draw, but to start sketching and let the drawing happen. Sometimes I find that what I'm trying to draw is not what my drawing wants to be (if that makes any sense) and change what I'm making halfway through. It makes drawing a really relaxing and carefree therapeutic experience! Writing is different. I've always enjoyed writing, but I didn't write much and never shared my writing with anyone because I thought it was super pretentious. It wasn't until entering High School and joining the literature club and making a deal with a friend that we'd share our writing with each other that I actually gained any sort of confidence in my ability and sought to improve it. Being in that club and sharing my pieces at the open mics was a really encouraging experience! I invite everyone to share their writing, even if it's with some random internet stranger (I'm open anytime!) if they're unsure of their abilities. A little encouragement goes a long way! Now that I'm on Discord, ao3, and tumblr, I receive so much more feedback than I ever have before! It's been super encouraging! What inspires me most is definitely nature. Even if my ideas aren't directly related to the outdoors, I get my best ideas there. Fandoms are also a great idea generator. The sheer volume of headcanons and prompts is enough to make me dizzy with ideas!

What's your creative process like?

I love sketching. My favorite thing about drawing digitally is that I can sketch as much as I like and never worry about wasting materials! Often times my sketches turn themselves into drawings without permission and other times they stubbornly remain sketches for all eternity. I always dive right in because I have no patience and the idea I started out with generally isn't that great but in the process of pursuing it, it spirals out of control and sometimes the idea gets better and sometimes it gets worse but I just kinda roll with it. Creating is a really chill process for me and while I regularly scream stuff like "I'M DRAWING ON THE WRONG LAYER NONONONONONO" or "NO HECK FRICK SHOOT IT SMUDGED HECK HECK GET THE ERASER QUICK," the creative process is a great way for me to unwind. I'm the same way about writing. I never plan or outline and just kind of roll with things. I mean I generally have the basic jist in mind, but I try to not have a plan so I can keep the story driven by the characters and not force them into acting the way I wanted them to in the outline I made hours or even days ago. Creating is my opportunity to break free so I don't really see what good a plan or outline does me. I'm a pretty spontaneous person!

What kind of mediums do you like to use?

I like to take pictures, but it's not really my main focus. I've been mostly digitally drawing—I use my iPad Pro and Procreate—but lately I've been pencil sketching with just your average everyday mechanical pencil (I'd forgotten how nice the texture of paper was! Clearly I spent too much time drawing on my iPad!). I have these Stabilio chalk pastels I love to pieces, but have also spent a great deal of time with watercolors. Digital is my primary medium currently, though.

Is there a specific scene wrote that you are particularly proud of?

"Sky’s golden scales are glowing with reflected light from the sun while beneath them, the same pulsing blue in her mane runs like a river as her very skin is alive with electricity. The sun’s beginning to dip, fading through the color wheel from yellow to deep orange to scarlet and the world is bathed in watercolor and hue shifted through the rainbow until all that was blue becomes red. This new alien world begins to darken as red fades to deep purple-pink, the clouds catching last vestiges of gold in their pillowy folds, yet Sky continues rippling with lighting, the bright blue flowing like blood through her veins and the gold shimmering in the eerie azure glow. We weave through the winds and zephyrs and I close my eyes and let the breeze caress my hair and when I reopen them, I’m standing back on the ground again in a world long since darkened by night. I place my hand over my beating heart where Sky is still laughing with joy and smile because once you’ve awakened your dragon, you don’t need wings to fly anymore."

Is there someone who inspires you and your writing or art?

Every fanartist and fanfic writer that posts their stuff online is an inspiration to me. Even if their stuff isn't very good—especially if it isn't very good—it's a huge testament to the courage of the creator and their bravery in expressing themself! I sat on fanfic and fanart for years and never shared it and here were kids half my age putting out art that was their first experiment in a new medium and a little shaky but it was still out there and they were still being supported by the community and that really inspired me to reach out and stop lurking in fandom and actually get involved!

is there something that you struggled with that made you grow as a creator?

I feel like everyone has these periods where they were just gaining confidence in their artistic ability but suddenly everything they make is trash and they're not happy with any of it and they feel so down and worthless and "where did all of my hard-earned ability go? Will I ever get it back?" I think this is a pretty common experience and when I find myself there, I find it most helpful to share what I make anyway, even if I hate it, with someone who I know will give it to me straight because they'll point out the deeper problems—the root of the issue—that I hadn't even noticed and I can use that information to grow as an artist. Bad pieces are just as valuable as good ones. There was also a time where I had a lot of trouble developing a style. I did a lot of experimenting and never found anything I liked. What happened is I just kept drawing and whatever popped out eventually evolved into my style. I used to get frustrated that I couldn't draw anything without a reference, but after years and years of using references and drawing some of the same things over and over again, you won't need the references anymore. I mean, they're great and you should always feel free to use them, but over time, you won't need to look up a picture of every little thing you try to doodle.

What got you into writing or art?

My silly twitchy fingers can't ever seem to stop drawing! Same with writing. Words and ideas follow me around, little plot bunnies pestering me until they get written down somewhere. I was greatly inspired by the works of C.S. Lewis in my writing, especially his Cosmic Trilogy. My art style was aided by Hiromu Arakawa's Fullmetal Alchemist, which was a valuable stepping stone in developing my own style. Other than that, it was my own insatiable desire to MAKE THINGS that spurred me onwards. I don't think I could stop if I tried!

What's your favorite part of the creative process?

After you've got that first paragraph and you've found a flow and you've got a topic and you just GO. I get into the zone and the story starts happening on its own and I'm not an author anymore, I'm just a channel between the world of the piece and the page. That's my favorite. I love watching things take shape. I love shading a sketch for these same reasons. The whole drawing comes together and becomes A Thing and it's the most exciting time to be a creator. Something else inside you has taken over and you're just along for the ride. I have no idea if my experiences are common at all but this is what it's like for me!

What's your least favorite part of the creative process?

EDITING. I HAVE ZERO PATIENCE. THE THING IS DONE. WHY DO I HAVE TO KEEP LOOKING AT IT. CAN I POST IT YET. This leaves me with a lot of holes in what I make and I can't do a very clean, super detailed drawing unless it's for an art class and I'm forced to keep working on it. I have a terrible habit of never proofreading my things!

What's your favorite type of scene to write?

AAH hard question! I love writing description and places where I can really let my inner 19th century romantic be unleashed but I also love a good emotional moment between two characters. Something tense. I like fight scenes, but I try to keep them brief and interesting. Sometimes I find scenes where I have no idea what's going on and I try to avoid that, but it's really hard sometimes.

What's the hardest for you to create?

I have so much trouble with endings. I can generally figure something out, but there's always a moment of panic before the end like "heck I wrote everything I wanted how do I wrap this up????" That's probably a byproduct of me planning nothing XD I sometimes have trouble with characterization and making sure everyone acts the way they actually would. The hardest part is continuing after you have an "oh heck what do I do now" moment that breaks you out of your zone and all of your ideas and plot threads turn invisible or evaporate or go wherever it is they go when you're looking for them.

What's your favorite genre to write?

ANGST ANGST ANGST ANGST. Wellll... scratch that. I love something adventure-y and plot driven with a lot of really meaningful character interactions. I've always had trouble putting my writing into genres, but I guess that kind of speaks for itself in a way.

What fandoms do you enjoy creating for?

Linked Universe is the fandom I have created and posted the most for by a LONG SHOT. I found LU shortly after making my tumblr and I joined the Discord shortly thereafter. Since then, it has been nonstop inspiration and creativity for me! I tend to get sucked into one fandom and it consumes me for a few months before I silently drift out of it and never think about it again. LU is the fandom I've been the most active in EVER though—and it's still going—so there's a good chance I'm never getting off this ride.

What's the work you are most proud of?

AAAAAAAAAAH MY BABIES. okay um here's the first and only fanfic I've ever posted anywhere but I'm really happy with: https://sky-squido.tumblr.com/post/618964544219463680/turn-back-time-a-linked-universe-fanfic I have a lot of other pieces kicking about, but they're not fandom so I haven't shared them yet. I probably will after I touch them up a bit.

Do you have any fics inspired by real life stories?

Not really? I don't really know where my ideas come from to be honest!

Where do you post your finished works?

my tumblr. I tag stuff #squido writes and #squido draws so you can find them easily. I also put them on the discord but they get lost in the stream of other works pretty quickly so stick to my tumblr. I also have an ao3 now! https://archiveofourown.org/users/sky_squido

If you have any fun stories about the pieces you made, please do share!

Turn Back Time was actually live written in the Discord, but entirely unplanned and in the #angst channel! It was just a headcanon but then I started describing it and like 2 hours and 5k words later I'm sitting in the Discord like "what just happened??"

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hot showers in cold weather or cold showers in hot weather?

iced coffee, milk tea, juice, soda, smoothies, milkshakes or none of the above?

crewnecks, hoodies or zip ups?

jeans or leggings?

dogs, cats, bunnies, birds, frogs, lizards or snakes?

long or short nails?

starbucks, dunkin or tim hortons?

coffee mugs or teacups?

halloween or christmas?

for.. fun! (G)

FMK, asker chooses the characters

ask me to draw/write something

opinion on lotion.

would you rather, asker’s pick!

confess your sins.

give the asker a tbh!

life advice to someone 5 years younger than you

send an unpopular opinion and ill tell you whether i strongly or slightly agree or disagree (or neutral!

REVERSE CARD i ask you one of these questions!

AMA (ask me anything you want, make your own questions!)