#I fucking designed you dude stop being hell to draw-

[10-59]

WE FINISHED PART 3, RAMBLING ENSUES. spoilers obvi, rife with abbreviations though fair warning

TLDR: GOATED (MOSTLY)

overall/in summary:

I REALLY liked the chemistry between everyone in the group, they each had really fun dynamics and the genuine friendship shared had me on the floor sometimes screaming crying throwing up

I thought the format of Oh, New Stand! repeatedly was neat actually. my stepdad (whom I’ve been watching jo with the entire time this time around) was a little iffy on it at first but I thought it was fun

idk if it’s just me but part 3 was like. Startlingly crude sometimes? Idk, 1 and 2 weren’t like that so it just shocked me a little. Not my favorite type of humor but to each their own

jean pierre “these fucking toilets” po|nareff had me giggling sometimes though

The fact that there was a creepy monkey was not needed at all and I really do hate that episode with all of my heart, why did they draw a 12(?) year old like that, fuck all y’all who worked on it. It wasn’t shock value it was drawn for degens. If I rewatched i would just skip that ep. Even though it is objectively funny that an actual ape has a FREIGHTER as a stand

the art style was so good I’m geeking about it constantly. The color changes always hit too

the sheer amount of pol screentime and episodes kind of centered on him were very good for my mind body and soul. Well. Most of the time…

STOP KILLING SO MANY ANIMALS

the bastet episode….. hehehehehehe thank u mariah sorry abt all ur bones girl. Really any episode with significant yoseph time is one you should know instinctively that i like. I will be rewatching the ep w the empress in it many times thanks

all the stand designs were really solid imo. Barring the sun cause it was just. The sun… it was pretty though

also the continued theme of names being references to bands and stuff was so cool i love that, esp when they changed the name in the subs for copyright but listening to it we would just hear the actual name said in jp lmao

BABY STAND

pol and the tendency for people to die around him will haunt me forever. As will his ceaseless devotion to his sister. The ep where he tried to wish her back to life was like being punched in the stomach 17 times over

yoseph was cute a lot . Moe old man ^_−☆ never let him pilot an aircraft again though. Ever

dio was a good villain. his sheer charisma and the power he exerted over others, repeatedly making some feel as if he was all they really had, was all both impressive and deeply frustrating. Hate him so much

dio confrontation (immediately before + during + after) specific:

igg vs petshop was really cool. that dog was insane. Also: the only bird I’ve ever disliked

baseball video game ep was great. yoseph and jota being all sneaky and cheating was endearing too, i love that jota isn’t good at video games (yes he can clearly learn them quickly but let him be bad at something for once god damn)

I did NOT like how quickly avd died. That was lame. Idk if it wasn’t as quick in the manga, I will be reading it, but that really did not sit right with me. He was so cool. Very powerful that he sacrificed himself for pol and igg, but still. Actual milliseconds and then he was gone. Yeah yeah “it emphasized how scary—“ don’t care I’m sentimental it’s my curse

I did not like seeing igg get his shit kicked in either though. the result being that pol realized how much he loved that dog was very impactful and all but jesus

so glad pol beat the hell out of that vanillaice dude and got him into the sun FUCK THAT GUY

similarly, I didn’t like how quick kakyo died. That was brutal. especially paired with his little flashback, which btw i did not need to see that cause why was I sat there like “.. he kinda just like me” but worse because with him it wasn’t just being different, it was having a stand/being fundamentally aberrant in that way. It made me so sad bro, also he was just a kid when he died, that sucks so bad

i think i just suck at accepting deaths actually hold on a second. Uh.

I liked the timestop noise :3c

The amount of asspulls and bullshit was crazy. I started rubbing my temples when jota revealed he had stuffed his clothing with books and That’s Why He Didn’t Die From Those Knives! and almost ripped my hair out when splat started manipulating his heart. We are on so many levels of stupid. You could say that a thousand times throughout but it rly shined in that fight. That’s what made it good though …. DAMN….

Drinking yoseph’s blood made dio look gayer. Let’s talk about that sometime. What did ar4ki mean by this.

i thought the fact that jota just kind of inherently had the ability to stop time via splat was a little ehhhhh at first but you know what it was rly cool. made some arguable sense. Also I just liked seeing dio squirm about it i hate that guy so bad

ROAD ROLLER?!? I almost fell off the couch

I kinda got excited when yoseph feigned like dio’s blood had somehow transferred dio’s consciousness into him as well. Not because dio would be in there. But because evil immortal old man. I’ll go ahead and neck myself

I’m scared now because I know pol somehow loses his legs but it didn’t happen here so I’m really scared now :D IM SO SCARED

It sucks that we are without avd, kakyo, and igg but. My two babymamas lived. I am pleased about that much

I’m definitely forgetting stuff and will likely have more thoughts in the future but good part! 2 is still my favorite but 3 is definitely close. I don’t know where to put 1 realistically bc it’s such good context and a meaningful starting point and i do love love love jona but argh. Just not as cool imo. Have y’all seen that fig of him holding dio’s head by the way ? I would sell my kidney. I would

☆ necessary guy ranking yayy ☆

1. shared by pol and yoseph, 2. avd, 3. kakyo, 4. jota; igg is a dog so he’s automatically the best but that would be unfair to everyone else. Just know he’s my little baby who i give coffee gum and kiss on his giant forehead He is NOT dead in my heart. Neither is avd though. Or kakyo. I like all of them a lot actually ranking is hurting me bodily aghhh help augghhhhh

Also! I understand jota + kakyo now. Makes sense to me! But i cannot get on board with twinkifying/softening kakyo, it just feels mean, that boy is so. I can’t talk about it he makes me really sad. But i do believe he and jota were great for each other

Anyways. We will probably start part 4 tomorrow night. Hopefully. This joj shit is like crack

I know a little already, a longtime friend of mine was obsessed with part 4 in 2019 and so i know a bit about josu against my will. I remember thinking “I like that oku guy!” but I was feeling that purely based off of a handful of clips and general energy. We will see if that remains true, my sentiment from eons ago……

[ennaku-sirri-da]

PART 2-> CANON SMILE FOR ME X ROSEVERSE CROSSOVER!!!! ( HCs)

-The Kamals are so hilarious to me like seriously RV Kamal is like " so my past kiddo self from another dimension that happens to work by video game rules has a crush on me? Farrrrr out " (even though regular mal is older than that LOL)

Canon Kamal:" hey dude random question ive been pondering wdy think our kids would look like if we purely hypothetically had them. Sorry if this is weird"

RV Kamal: " well I think we really shouldnt inflict 3 more little clones of ourselves on any universe"

Canon Kamal: "Yeah fair. But what about assisted reproductive technology and stuff if we got a donor then our genes dont gotta pass on fully "

RV Kamal: ' you sound a little too serious about this ik that look I get it too when I talk about~~ sighhh... Spideypool having children"

Canon Kamals holding the drawings he made of their fankids designs behind his back--

-AND NOW LADIES AND GENTLEMEN AND LEGENDS, THE JIMOTHANS MEET

Canon Jim: I like how you talk. Who let ya date *two* witches though( referring to Habit and Trencil)

Rv Jim: I dunno. Why're *yer* eyes all glowin' red-like? Seen a doctor about that? Could be conjunctivitis

Canon jim: you trying to pick a fight or something

Rv Jim: damn right I am yankee

Canon Jim: AW HELL YEAH

-RV Habit:" *my* darlink jimbo could beat up *ur* darlink jimbo anye daye~~

Canon Habit: " uhhh darlink " j-I-mb-o ? "

RV Habit: " "Srsly! Dont u unnneerstand?????"

Canon Habit: "Eyee dontnt think ii wantt to"

-Meanwhile rose( Flower Kid) n buddy( Habitician) helpfully explaining to canon Habit the incredibly messy fucked up gay scale of relationships existing in roseverse

Rose and Buddy have charts and fanart and diagrams for Habbothan alone theyre so annoying!!!!

Canon Habit is just " you two r so very torubled <:- ) "

- Lulia and Jerafina in RV are already married but have troubles

S4M Lulia and Fina are not married I think- theyre just starting out

So maybe seeing their alternate versions is a weird-good-scary-confusing feeling as well.

Canon jerafina proposes on the spot!!! RV fina gurgles in appreciation but musically somehow LOL- She would sing a song- the siren song of triumph ;w;

- Also RV lulia would HATEEE a double- she firmly insists s4m lulia is simply a dedicated fan who she appreciates very much🥸

" Thanks for impersonating me, darling. Few are brave enough to do it, and I am just SO exhausted being the Only shining star of me there is. About time the universe sent down a cheap paper copy"

" I love looking at you SO much. Perfectly stolen face. I think it's my time to run away again like the good old days, "

Canon Lulia would WAIL

-S4M Putunia and RV putunia would be a funny/interesting combo I think

RV putunia has a lot more habit and kamal influence from staying with them !

they still conspire against habit but every once in a while RV tunia slips up and calls him mama

S4M Habit would JUST 🧍‍♂️🥲🥹 but also a little 😱 cuz that's a BIG responsibility.

S4M habit and S4M kamal are putting 2 and 2 together when they figure out RV putunia calls them parental terms /treats them like such accidentally--

[ GIF ID: A minion from Despicable Me series bonks another minion with a hammer. The other minion screams. End ID]

Rose would lie that he *is* the father🥸

Rose flirting with S4M habit: " in the future, I have a job, and I do taxes just like u beautyful"

Canon Kamal: " DOC. Tell me. why do those guys. Have a WHOLE CHILD. But they tell us. They're just "BROS""( YELLS)

Canon Habit: "May-be they had an affair in their coll-ege"

Canon Kamal: "OK stop talking"

Canon kamal can't resist the juicy drama for long though even if he tries

-Him and RV Lulia gossip on the roof

Canon Kamal: " Hey uh. Meat Lulia? You said we could meet with deets here..."

RV Lulia: "It's JUST Lulia. And only IF you've forged all the legal evidence with Parsley to declare HER a *fake*..."

Canon Kamal: "Yeah. I have. Hey, not to be weird, but do you really think this is worth it? What if Lulia sues me or somethin?"

RV Lulia: "Please don't talk about me when I'm here, dear. And in my opinion, being involved in another bitches' business is our sworn duty as human beings. You think I would be wrong, dear?"

Canon Lulia has her own dramatic retribution going on with RV Kamal... A FAME NEVER SLEEPS!!!

RV Kamal: " what do you want from me kid I'm about to be 40 leave me alone"

Canon Lulia: " I think I'm going to be MURDERED"

RV Kamal: "Heh I've had that feeling before. Usually around when I go somewhere with Mirphy. Look, I survived, alright? The whole mess. You'll be just fine "

Canon Lulia: ( SHAKING FIST)

- BTW RV KAMAL AND HABIT NEVER COME OUT WITH THE WHOLE TRUTH

" Ye-ahH I knokked him up forst❤️"

" I was pregnant for ten whole minutes before I realised our biology wasn't really compatible guys. But I *was* pregnant. "( Pointed sympathy look at Canon Kamal whos having his dreams crushed)

They keep changing their version of events!! THEY'RE SO UNSERIOUS

- RV Ronbo and Parsley are symbiote bonded while meeting the canons so it's LIKE🧍🧍for the canons

They're called Limerick in their bonded form! They look more muscly then usual and uh....ronbo's shed his clown skin ...somewhere

Canon Parsley:" WELL SO RONBOS FUCKING DEAD IN THAT UNIVERSE"

- RV Randy gets along with Canon Randy. Ones just more silly sounding and magical. Which? ;)

Also RV Randy and Canon Kamal are closer in age range so a relationship is like, actually possible. I can imagine RV Randy looking at Canon Kamal with the PUREST adoration in his eyes, like hes in a dream, and Canonmal is weirded out but flattered

IF they dated, I'd imagine RV Randy has to learn that Canonmal is a different person than RV kamal, just same root lol

-And so RV Gillis isnt alone I have a rarepair application: him and Canon ronbo (carnival lovers, gillis is a good audience and lets ronbo be silly and ronbo makes him laugh and be himself)

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Buddy belongs to @/prrusten!

[flowersandbirdsflyingfree]

Hello, I'm here for the Postal matchup👉👈

I am a Slavic girl (Ukrainian), but I am trying to learn English in order to speak in it fluently. I am afraid and embarrassed to speak English because it is obvious that I will have a strong accent. I'm pale, wearing glasses, I have light brown hair that is dyed turquoise on the inside, just like my bangs. I can describe myself as a small bean🥺, despite my plumpness, I’m petite. I dress more in loose clothes, because I hate anything tight, like neck-high collars (I feel like I’m suffocating in them). I have a habit of tearing off the skin near my fingernails. My hands are also often covered with scratches because of cats. My interests are drawing, web design and gamedev/game design, and I am also interested in ancient Greek/Roman/Slavic and Scandinavian mythologies. I am a quiet, sentimental, forgetful, oblivious, slow, nervous and anxious person who has difficulty being in crowds or making friends. Unfortunately, I never had many friends, and the friendships that I did have quickly fell apart. My eyes often water, even when I’m not sad, but when I think about something very good, nice and cute. I'm not a very considerate or responsible person, so people don't often rely on me, and usually I get very worried when people ask me to do something and put their trust in me. I'm also very afraid of mistakes, and especially if someone sees me making mistakes, it humiliates me and makes me feel stupid. But most of the time I’m silly and carefree, although my mood can often change. Often I can be distracted from something and delve into my absurd and random thoughts or suddenly start thinking about the meaning of life and death. Then I experience a slight panic... I don't have any daily routine and I usually don't sleep at night, but I sleep during the day.

I hope life treats you gently, Anon 💖💖💖

Your Postal Dude is:

Postal 4 Dude

The Postal Dude changed for the better because of you. It’s funny because when you first met living in Edensin, you found him digging in your trashcan for God knows why. Yet your friendship became a romantic affair that makes you feel safe.

There are parts of you he sees in his past self. But there are also parts of you that are refreshingly unique from anyone he has ever known. You’re a genuine soul that he never wants to lose.

Dude fucks things up all the time. He’s used to people giving him endless shit for it. If you ever made a mistake and sees how badly it affects you, he’d comfort you immediately. “Come on, babe! I make fuck ups all the time. A little mistake won’t stop me from loving you.”

Postal Dude is a natural loner. Lone wolfs seldom let a person share their path, so he trusts you a lot. He knows how it feels to be hard to get along with others. The two of you have made your own world to be silly in together. You can at least enjoy whatever life brings as you and your boyfriend make fun of life’s ridiculous ways

You are petite and he is a tall, lanky dude. He often tries to hold you when he notices you feeling distressed. He reassuringly rubs your back or gives you kisses all over your face and hands. He’s not quite a casanova, but he can at least be more openly affectionate at his current life stage with you.

Dude is amazed about your video game projects. He eagerly offers to play test stuff for you if anything’s developed enough in time. He also likes the web design stuff you do too. Reminds him when he had an Angelfire website in his 20s. If it’s still around, he’ll try to show it to you.

He could listen to the mythological stories you know for days! The ancient world has a hell of a lot of cool lore to learn about. He also personally finds your voice to be endearing, like music to his ears.

[funkii-fox]

I dont understand people that intentionally get themselves into discourse or trigger themselves on purpose and stuff like that. Its like… do u have nothing better to do?

I have this friend on instagram and hes fun but DEAR. GOD. Hes so negative.

Today i got back from school, sweating as all hell and red faced due to the Texas heat, and i got onto instagram to chill out. “I wonder what my beloved mooties are up to.” And when i press on this guy’s story, its like 5 fucking stories of rants abt selfshippers that make ocs to ship w characters and draw the ocs into the anime style.

GET A LIIIIIIFFFFFEEEEE

You never have to like something if u truly dont like it, BUT HOLY FUCK. How do you get through life getting this fucking triggered over every small thing that people enjoy? This guy went on and on crying abt “ooo i hate women” “this character is gay so u cant self ship w them if ur a woman” “im such an edge lord” “these ocs are so bland” “mlm and wlw is superior” “dont make a male stone ocean oc” “women shouldn’t be into jojos bc its a masc anime” get a life. Touch some goddamn grass. Get off the internet.

Anyone can see that this guy is going ape shit over something only privileged ppl would, but it also hits a little too close when hes attacking selfshippers: my people. I dont usually do oc x canon nor do i draw my self shipping, but these people that hes losing his shit over are still my family. And so its like hes attacking me in a way. And the only reason he doesn’t find me cringe is bc i self ship through writing and do self insert. Like if i were just a little different, he would be directing his misogynistic rants towards me. Odd. It makes me wonder if he does think im cringe and look down on me but wont say it bc of our friendship

Best thing is: this guy has ocs. “Ooo but theyre actually cool” what if i disagree? Would i be justified in saying that his ocs are trash? No? Bc thats rude? 🧐 (sarcasm)

Even better: this guy claims to be an artist yet uses ai to make ocs. Like not to draw them but get an idea of the design. I told him hes not using ai ethically and he should know better but he doesn’t care. But if i used his art and put it in ai that would be messed up. Goofy behavior.

I originally bonded w this guy bc we both hate bruja arianna and the “fem trans masc” thing (And tbh i still do: this mockery of trans men needs to stop and cis women need to stop being weird abt trans guys in general). But he goes so fucking far in his hate. He stalks bruja ari just to make himself seethe and then does rants on his story. Like ??? Is ur life that boring?? U rlly have nothing else to do?? U couldn’t do anything else in the world?

And a nit pick: this guy constantly announces that hes horny and other horny stuff. And it comes across as so middle school. It feels like a 7th grader trying to be funny. Like dude, being horny is normal and all but no need to announce it to the world bc i promise no one cares.

This guy, that is my age (his birthday is literally in the same month) has the brain of an edgy middle schooler. And i just thank god that im not like that. His negativity gets me down as a mere witness, i cant imagine how negative the inside of his brain is

[banditblvd]

hi :3 hello :3 i just watched episode 13 :3

what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck thewhatgtfuckdahdighdkahsbadghaagdhah

(I am desperately trying to keep my blog at least 80% life series so you Will be receiving all of my deranged PD doodles)

anyways you can’t do cuts in asks so you’re about to get a Wall of text :]

party city ghost was like. two episodes ago. they are busting out the fucking outer wilds music. what the hell (positive). also, william is increasingly fitting into my favorite character trope, “guy who Would be extremely overpowered if he was Literally anyone else”. honestly PD is scratching the same itch as the batshit insane vigilante fics I used to read back in the day. 60% crack, 40% soul-rending angst, and at least one character with an Unnerving amount of connection to life and death.

i think mal should explode forever. cowboy vincent/vincent with a gun is unendingly funny to me because he is constantly polarized between being the most badass character and also the absolute stupidest. like yes he has two guns called “order” and “justice” and when he puts them together they turn into one big gun that shoots a massive ram. but also he is competitively accruing lung damage and he is convinced he can solve every issue by shooting it. incredible. dakota will probably be underrepresented in my art because i can’t draw hair around bandanas for shit. but. i love him too he is a magnificent doofus.

ashe being around balances their dynamic so well. frankly i think he could have stopped the party city incident (or the fartbo incident… or the knife incident… or the sewer ravioli incident…) if he had been there. no regrets, those were all incredible catastrophes, but I think introducing him as things started getting a bit more serious was a good choice. I doodled this on a car drive and forgot to grab a reference for him, so unfortunately I have yet to draw him.

can’t wait to see what happens next in the William Vape Arc :]

SOBS INTO THE PALMS OF MY HANDS

YOUR DESIGNS ARESOCUTR IM GONNACRY

His lame ass would for sure say jeepers

FUCK MALLARD CONWAY!!,! IM GONNA EXPLODE HIM WITH MY MIND AND KILL HIM

ILL GLADLY RECIEVE YOUR PD RAMBLINGS WITH OPEN ARMS BRO I LIVE FOR THIS SHIT

WILLIAM IS PEAK CHARACTER DESIGN BRO HES PERFECT AND SO FUCKED UP AND I HATE HIM

VYNCENT WITH A GUN IS ONE OF MY FAVORITES EVER HES AWESOME

DUDE YOUR DAKOTA LOOKS SICK BUT YEAH BANDANA HAIR IS KINDA HARD TO DRAW! I LOVE HIM DEARLY HE IS THE PRIME DEFENDER

AND ASHE BALANCES THEM OUT PERFECTLY (especially in ep 18 just wait till you get there)I LOVE MASHE MINTERS

TALKING ABOUT PD IS SO FUN!!! PLEASE CONTINUE!!!!

[virtue-boy]

ugh cant stop thinking about the abysmal state of hxc rn. not moaning about the dominance of beat down bc i love beatdown (tho i like blackened hxc best i basically just prefer anything that not hxc punk) but like jesus its so fucking corny right now and just about everything that they think makes it cool and unique right now is stolen directly from music scenes that they completly look down on that are mostly black, like obvs half of hardcore is just borrowed from hip hop but hxc guys at least pretend to like hip hop but like for instance all the 'hoodie guy' drawings on everything right now are like directly lifted from UK Dub and Dnb rave scenes like directly straight stolen and not a single white dude in hxc could ever even know that they just think all the like, tuff guy shit softened with cartoon lettering and drawing is some shit from the mindspring of the genius warrior-athelete-leader of the white hardcore guy that works as a graphic designer instead of just being directly lifted from black rave flyers that alraedy did all of this like 20 years ago and idk its just fucking bleak and fucking stupid. I hate the scene but its also the place where I like being the most but its just full of fucking assholes from these middleclass backgrounds trying to act street, and fucking cop-lovers and guys who are just straight up conservative normies except they got too old for sports so they do this and its just to fucking full of shit I hate it. Its just so fucking embasrassing lol to be like some soft boy who draws cartoon pictures but you think youre like a gangster becuase you drew like a super cool drawing of an orangitang with a handgun or somthing. I can't even have a high ground im not a tough guy im a fag but most of the scene is just to fucking fake and anoyying and doesn;t stand for anything like at least i dont try to pretend like im anyhting but a 5ft 4 fagit that does karatee and hangs out with ravers and oogles or act like im a dealer of 'street justice' or whatever teh fuck. You guys arent even on the streets you uber in! if you dont do community work and you dont evpose yourself physically to like, walking on the street....... where the hell are you dealing 'street justice'? To yourself when you gerk off to your own relfection after dedicateing two years and 2000 dollars of gym costs to look like a 7 year old's GI Joe idea of what a guy looks like? like jesus dude youre a useless asshole

[chairhahaha]

canon es looks like a pathetic baby

i love how u end up analysing every piece you see ur so smart

i honestly hate how everyone handled it so childishly like ur telling me that everyone in vivid street watched an obliviously continue to wait for nagi for YEARS not even a few months or weeks it was most of her life???😭😭 i know they wanted to fufil nagi’s final wish but honestly that’s just so wrong. also taiga what the fuck man how r u gonna destroy an’s dreams like that then bring the entire group JUST TO PROVE THAT VBS CANT BEAT RAD WEEKEND ARE YOU DENSE ok ignore that anyways no way the entire town agreed that this was okay?????

ur right though milgram’s treatment is way more inhumane what the hell is wrong with them, as far as i’m aware i think all the wardens introduced (novel and music project) r like high schoolers. DUDE😭😭😭 imagine just being a normal teenagerthen u wake up with no memory of what u were doing before and get told by a talking chromosome that ur surrounded by murderers thats absolutely terrifying

THE STACKS OF PAPER WHAT THE HELL not even the excessive hw i get could get that bad

idk if u read Side S yet but I’ll spoil it under cut bc good god

Es KNOWS that their memory Was wiped and they don’t gaf because

“I want to be a beautiful warden if that’s the case, if memories are impurities for a warden, then they are unnecessary” Like WHAT THE FUCK WHAT HAS MILGRAM DONE TO YOU

milgram wardens r honestly so dehumanised to the point where nothing else but the verdicts they give is important. jackalop is so. ew i like making fun of him but he also seems genuinely frightening in the sense that he’s a higher rank than es so he could. do anything to them. dont even get me started on novel jackalope she can literally strangle the wardens like “do you want to stop breathing too?” SHUT UP PLEASE

I want t3 so badlu but at the same time im so horrified

ANALYSIS READING TIME!

i feel like i could pull up with this and you’d still find a way to analyse it/pos

edit: WHO VOTED ON THE POLL LMFAOOOOO

messy hair es!!!! i only did that so it wouldn’t look too basic but omg!!!!!!! yes es is clutching onto themselves and their heart, idk i js copied the original poseLMAO

the duller clothing has no meaning i just love playing with saturation

ur flower analysis is so good holy shit i was just trying to doodle those rlly basic flowers bc i was NOT drawing all that detail on an’s shitt. abandonment. oh god the prisoners

“if u put a red and white flower together something something someone will die” <- looks at a prisoner

Okay I Actually Lied I Did Want To Put Symbolism (abt the person behind es)

You are correct that is supposed to be past es, i was trynna go for like there’s nothing much to past es’ design because es doesn’t know their past self so. they could be anything . so like the basic ness in the design means that there’s not much u can really say about a past you don’t remember WHAT AM I SAYING

“they died before even becoming a warden” HOLY FUCKING SHITTTTRTT THATS SO SICK I HATE MILGRAM

the pancreas thing is so cool i didnt even know that what

the longer hair was entirely an accident its bc i didnt have a reference of es’ back hair. but of course kani finds a way to analyse it and still make it make sense. ahoge was also unintentional LMFAO es is implied to have a bad past so it makes sense that pre milgram es would be depressed

THE NUMBER OF FLOWERS TOO?? i honestly had no idea numbers had symbolisms i just pasted a bunch of flowers everywhere so the background wouldnt look basic

i DEFO drew them looking like hearts but i tried drawing petals scattered everywhere. the hearts look cute tho

did u know i based the fence off the wall thing in ur engeki es art😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊

the fence bar things is supposed to represent milgram bc. the gold things r in milgram. es’ room. and the fact that warden es and past es r separated by that fence implies that milgram is preventing es from uhh knowing their past/true self by putting a fence and hiding the past from them

idk shit about fences so im just gonna go with whatever u said about facing outwards and inwards bc it still makes sm sense😭

oh god the heart being split apart because es was ripped from their childhood and since its a fence they can’t get it back

^ that was NOT intentional i just wanted to say smt

i think i need to get better at symbolisms like i’m literally a milgram fan

THANK TOU SO MUCHHH OH MY GOF DON’T KYS YOU CAN DIE FROM THAT🙏🙏🙏🙏

下剋上

i need to stop drawing them with a baby face all the time😭😭

if u find any symbolisms here it was probably an accident i suck at analysing and all that

An and Es when they have 2 letter names and were raised in an environment that they believed and trusted in only to realise that the truth was being hidden from them (if that makes sense)

who died???? probably their freedom

^ if that makes. sense (I SAID THAT ALREADY)

based off this

if u saw me post this b4 u didnt

[chisatowo]

Fighting for my life trying to get good at drawing Ramp

[rockybloo]

i like the way you draw zeke's gashes and gore, do you like horror/have horror recs (any media)

As much as I like to draw mushy wholesome romance between two characters...I love horror to an almost unhealthy extent. It is my favorite genre of anything honestly (I have spent days binge watching horror films back to back to back on Netflix, even the bad ones)

I've never really done a recommendation list before for anything so I can only list my favorites that I could spend a day rewatching no problem. I also need to add that I am a gore hound and the gorier the film or series is, the higher my chances of enjoyment so please keep this in mind.

My FAVORITE horror films are:

Brain Dead/ Dead Alive: I need to state that this film basically has EVERY trigger in it and did not age well AT ALL in terms of some of the jokes. However, having watched it when I was young, it was a crucial part of me becoming a horror fan and I love this trainwreck dearly...for its special effects. Mainly just the special effects. I do appreciate how the film is kinda split in two. The first being funny zombie comedy stuff and the last half being...well a shit ton of blood and gore. Also it has stop motion in it at some points which I love as someone who also adores stop motion.

The Final Destination Franchise: Not recommended for the paranoid but I love this 2000s ass film franchise. The premise is creative as well as the deaths. I also love that Death is super petty in this series and refuses to just kill someone up front and instead chooses the Rube Goldberg approach to offing people. Plus the original voice actor for Kratos pops up in one of the films which is a bonus if you are a God of War fan like me. If I had to pick a favorite out of the franchise, I'd say it's a tie between the first and the last. HOWEVER, the last film is oh so more rewarding if you watched the entire franchise-I will not spoil why but just trust me.

Candyman: The original film specifically. It's so interesting how the antagonist is a living myth and is so poetic in his words that sometimes I kinda forgot he was the villain. I love his design and the fact this film deeply touches on certain issues and not just being focused on being a typical slasher.

The Haunted Mansion: Yes the...original Disney live action film with Eddie Murphy. I count it as a horror film because it was genuinely scary to me as a kid. There's still some horrific stuff in it now. I mean, you got the opening credit scenes leading up to a dude straight up hanging himself, the zombies looking like straight up corpses, A DUDE GETTING DRAGGED TO HELL. The music still haunts me to this day.

Nope: A recent addition but this is def one of the best horror films I've seen. It is filled to the brim with so many details that you don't catch on the first watch. Plus, the "spaceship" is such a well designed element that I still think about how it works and how smart of a concept it was. I love the protagonists in this film as well and the bit of humor sprinkled in. I actually enjoyed this film so much I read the script for it since it was online (which I've never done for any film before). Cannot recommend this film enough.

Us: This film is just a level or horror that I only feel when reading Junji Ito stories. The idea of a doppelganger never scared me until this film because the entire concept is your other self hunting you down to kill you. There's a murder spree scene in this film that is so well framed and done because you see both everything and nothing at the same time because of the camera angle. The Tethered are underrated as monsters.

The Thing: The old one with the husky dog. The original Among Us and the best "WHO THE FUCK IS THE KILLER" film. The special effects are amazing and the fact that the audience cannot tell who the alien is is so great because we feel just as scared as the crew members. Plus...the alien absorbing people is just straight horrific.

This list is getting long and I have so many horror films I got jingling around in my brain but my last one is Pet Semetary. I was gonna put Poltergeist, which is also a favorite and is the only paranormal film I enjoy (I am not a big fan of ghost movies but that's because I love gore and carnage), but I kinda...don't really see it as a horror film. It certainly is one but there's so many cute and funny moments and it's kinda more whimsical than scary to me.

ANYWAYS BACK TO PET SEMETARY-There's an unsettlingness to it that I can't really explain. It's not just the dead pet aspect, it's just the vibes in it. The happy music becoming twisted as well as the always foreboding mood where you know something bad is gonna happen. There's a couple things that are left up to the audience's imagination but there's enough context that you just KNOW something terrible happened (like that ending). Plus, the little kid actor going on a killing spree is...kinda funny. He's just a little fella with a knife having a good ole time before bedtime.

ANYWAYS-I'VE RAMBLED ENOUGH ABOUT HORROR FILMS!

[talesfromsiteredacted]

Random Things Overheard On Site

Ah, my coworkers. The weird, wacky, wonderful folks who keep the wheels turning. They're a real cast of oddballs, but no one normal ever works at the Foundation, excluding Doctor Glass, of course. Dude's totally got his head on straight, and welded in place. The rest of us... yeah, we're all nuts. Even Site Command has a few loose screws, in Jack Bright's case it's every last blessed one of them. Hold on to your hope, abandon sanity all those who enter here.

On 049:

"Sure, he can kill you with a touch, but at least he'll apologize as it happens, and unlike some people, his hands are clean."

On 076-2:

"Wow. Uh... where were you keeping that axe, buddy?" A pause. "Huh. After training, mind checking over a few weapon designs? I'm doing a new character in D&D."

On the Foundation, to the new hires:

"No, you don't have to be crazy to work here. Clef and Bright will train you in that."

At target practice:

"Come on, ladies! I've seen senior citizens shoot better their first time playing Call of Duty. Eyes on the target, fingers on the trigger. Let's try this once more, with accuracy."

On 053, playing with 682:

"Aw... it's actually really cute how 682 lets her draw flowers all over him."

"Yeah. Remember the 'ballet lessons' last week? Who knew they even made tutus in his size?"

"Not me. Uh, any chance of photos?"

"Sorry, Benji... kinda dropped my camera in the scaly jerk's acid bath."

On 073:

"He's smart, funny, sweet, a total Arabic fox... why not ask him out, Sarah?"

"One. He's an anomaly, and off the approved list. Two, even if I were allowed to date him, isn't he gay?"

"Oh. Yeah. Got a brother?"

On Doctor Gears:

"Can't stop, gotta get the coffee to the Doc."

"He's out? Shit. Caffeine emergency, out of the way people! Do not block the intern, he has Gears' coffee."

On some anomalous weaponry Agent Strelnikof found:

"It took the door out. And the door behind it. And the door behind that door. And half the target range. I think the Insurgency would sooner meet 682 than face one of these guns. And I think both Doctor Clef and I are in love. With the gun."

During a Keter Breach:

"Do you HAVE to follow the anomaly while blasting 'Gangster's Paradise' by Coolio?"

"You'd prefer 'How I Can Just Kill a Man' by Rage Against the Machine?"

"I'd prefer it if you just did your job, Doctor Bright!"

On 079:

"Not sure who's more annoying... the Old Man AI or the homicidal bitch in 'System Shock'"

"Shodan doesn't have 079's sense of humor."

"And neither of them trump the Red Queen in the Andersonverse 'Resident Evil' movies in terms of creepiness."

"Kid AIs are the worst. And she is a creepy little psycho."

During training with 076-2:

"You threw a sword at my head, Abel!"

"But... did you die?"

And... finally, some Multiverse hijinks. A bit of background here: one of the reality warpers pulled a villain, well HE said he was a villain, from a place called Central City in the other universe. He has some ice powers, but... it wasn't Mr. Snart. Nope, we got an incompetent wannabe cryomancer with a stupid name. And... Iris being Iris, she told him off.

"Chillblaine? You call yourself... Chillblaine? Do you even know what a chillblain is? It's a flu symptom. What are ya gonna do, asshole, sneeze on us? Worse, it sounds like a rich spoiled white uni bro trying to get his jerkwad buddy to calm the fuck down. 'Chill, Blaine. She ain't worth it, bro.' Fuck off until you come up with something we can take seriously." Dude looks like he's gonna cry. I look over, and the rest of the team, even Big Brother, are trying not to laugh at this loser. I have no idea who the hell this Flash dude is, but he's got one pathetic nemesis here. Fifty bucks says he couldn't even steal a wallet.

[feeshies]

My guy. My main dude. My Gucci guy. It's fine. Drawing art of pre trans characters is fine. Art is an exploration of whatever the fuck you want it to be. Nobody gets to tell you what you can and can't do, as long as it doesn't hurt anyone. Myself included. And I should know about art: I've drawn jack shit and am currently tipsy as hell. Besides, what are they gonna do? Be upset as to how YOU treat YOUR OCs? Cringe. Fuck 'em. Draw whatever you want my guy.

Thank you, this (and everyone else's responses) actually helps a lot.

I'm just hesitant because a very vivid memory of mine was seeing a trans man saying "genderbending is inherently transphobic. trans people have been telling you to stop for years but no one listens", and that struck me because...I actually really liked genderbending? I grew up with a lot of genderbend anime and manga so maybe I was more comfortable with it than others, but I also liked it as a thought experiment or character design challenge.

But when I saw that post (and several other trans people agreeing), what went through my head was "oh, this is something that bothers trans people. but i'm not bothered. i guess i'm not actually trans and these gender feelings/questions i'm experiencing are the result of something else." No joke, it helped to set back my transition by a lot lol.

Idk why I went on that massive unrelated tangent. I guess my point is that I still feel like I need to be mindful when writing/drawing trans people -- even as a trans person myself bc we're not exempt (we all remember that infamous captain america art lol). I think it goes double when I'm drawing characters who are trans women, bc trans women and trans femmes have a very different experiences in regards to being trans that I won't be able to personally relate to.

This got away from me lol. Anyway, thank you to listening to my ramble and for encouraging me :)

[ccborrega]

Just some examples on what I mean by how people in Deviantart who do comment are just way too comfortable being inappropriate, there was:

Rando who commented on everything Toy Story I posted with lyrics from the CATS musical but adapted to the TS characters. It could be literally anything, character concepts for No Name, a Woody/Bo piece, a Prideyear thing, a sketchdump. He’d never comment anything even remotely related to the piece. Turns out he’d written that crossover and he figured rather than use his words, he’d just push.

Generally people who rather than ASK if you wanted to look at their stuff, just pushed it onto you. Like. I’m not your kindergarden teacher, PLEASE, give me space.

The dozens of askers of ‘Can you draw this for me?’ who additionally often got defensive or downright rude when I pointed at my commission prices. I knew literally none of them but they expected me to draw them stuff (Highly specific stuff too, most of the time) for free.

Person without basic knowledge of how recessive and dominant genes work who did a cheating joke on a TP Zelink piece I did with their fankid ‘cause the kid’s hair was red (A nod to classic Zelda.) 

Weirdo who would just comment on my BLOSC with ‘Post more’ and directly lifted details from my design for Buzz’s mom to tweak her own pre-existing one to, and I quote ‘Make her more interesting’ (So it really did come off as ‘Race is something we do for brownie points, not because it actually matters.’) When I blocked her, she just went into an alternate account to keep it up. She was the reason I stopped posting about BLOSC there, I simply didn’t have the patience or energy for it. 

Funny dude who constantly dropped into my Ghostbusters stuff containing Peck to comment the ‘That man has no dick’ bit.

Another funny dude who constantly dropped on my GB art to comment downright incomprehensible jokes at the expense of my shipping Janegon.

Person who demanded I translated a comic (That, I cannot stress this enough, WAS translated in the author’s comment) after saying I was dumb for making it.

Rando who dropped in a Bo/Woody piece to say ‘It’s a bad ship’. Nothing useful or even interesting, just tripe. Additionally, when I told them to look elsewhere, then, they acted like I was over-reacting. My sibling in the Ide, how, pray tell, the fuck am I supposed to react. I wasn’t even being rude, just setting boundaries.

Peep whose only comment in one of my TP Zelda pieces with heavy ambient tint was ‘Why is she blonde’.

Mean girl trio who picked on a friend who was just learning how to art and made fun of me when I asked them to lay off, said they’d pick on whoever the fuck they pleased ‘cause they were badass like that, and then proceeded to clutch their pearls when I told them to ‘Have fun with that’ because I figured they were pathetic and not worth my time. My friend, sadly, ended up leaving due to them and I lost all contact with him.

My sister, who would go into my pieces and just generally ridicule me.

Alternate shipper from a fandom I was who redrew (More like copied) a well-known piece from a more or less famous fanartist but for their ship and got amazingly defensive when it was pointed it out. Said it was ‘Referencing’ and refused to credit the original.

The shipping discourse regarding Jack Frost.

There was a generally bad experience with the fangroup of a relatively popular Zelda fanfic but it’s too complicated to explain? Let’s just say, it was a cult to the personality of the author and it got UGLY.

QueenZelda and whatever the hell was up with her.

[things-we-cant-say]

pretty little liar

Pairing: Ten x Female!Reader

Summary: In order to get your annoying ex off your back, you tell a little white lie that takes an unexpected turn.

Genre: College!AU

Warnings: Smutty smut, dirty dancing

Word Count: 4,867

A/N: Unable to withstand Ten’s power any longer, I had to start writing about him…or a version of him anyway. Hope someone out there enjoys my first dip into the ~imagines~ pond. ☺️

The party was in full swing by the time you and your best friend Amy arrived, the music so loud it could be heard down the street. It was a wonder the cops hadn’t broken it up yet but hey, the night was still young. Ducking through the arched doorway with Amy hot on your heels, you let her guide you into the foyer where you both stopped to take in the scene. The place was packed with people dancing, drinking and laughing—everyone apparently having a great time. Which was perfect for you because all you wanted to do was blow off a little steam and pretend you hadn’t spent the day fantasizing about committing the perfect murder.

You enjoyed school for the most part and you enjoyed your classes, but really you couldn’t wait for it all to just be over. Two extra years and your master’s degree in linguistics was almost within your grasp. You still weren’t one hundred percent what you planned to do with it (teaching was definitely out) but either way you were ready to dive into the real world. To no longer be stressed out about exams and papers and boring ass professors that constantly seemed to have a stain on their tie.

And to get far, far away from your stupid ex, Adam.

“Uh oh you have murder face,” Amy said as she peeped around to look at you. “What’s wrong?”

You shrugged. “Just in my head I guess.”

Amy hummed. “I get it. That’s why we are here though! To get fucked up and do something we regret in the morning.”

You laughed. “Guess we’re Uber-ing home.”

She grinned and grabbed your wrist, pulling you over to a table loaded with different types of alcohol. The guy ‘tending bar’ as it were winked as you two approached. “What can I get you for?”

“Something with alcohol but where we can’t taste the alcohol!” Amy exclaimed happily. “Oh! And if you’ve got any little umbrellas I’d like one of those too.”

He did finger guns and proceeded to cook something up in two red cups, sticking in two pink umbrellas when he was done. You and Amy took your drinks and after a cursory sniff, took a sip. The tequila wasn’t as strong as with a single shot but you could still detect it just not enough to make you stop drinking. Unlike Amy you didn’t plan to get completely fucked up but you weren’t going to say no to a nice buzz.

Cups in hand you migrated onto the dance floor and fell in with everyone else, bopping to the beat and scream chatting over the loud music.

“I really needed this!” Amy yelled. “Statistics is kicking my cute little ass!”

“I know what you mean!” You shouted. “But hey! Soon we’ll be done and actual jobs will be kicking our cute little asses!”

Laughing, Amy bounced up and down, sending her blonde hair flying. “Is that why you’ve been so grumpy lately? Or is it…he who shall not be named?”

With a sigh you took a big sip of your strawberry margarita. “Yeah. He keeps fucking calling me and leaving me these stupid ass messages, apologizing and shit. I’ve blocked him but he just uses someone else’s phone.”

Amy’s eyes stretched wide. “That’s like stalker behavior! Or maybe he really is sorry for what he did.”

You snorted. “Sorry for having sex with his ex in the backseat of my car? As far as I am concerned he can take his ‘sorrys’ and shove them so far up his ass they come out his mouth as safaris!”

Amy choked a little on her drink, hitting you hard on the arm in admonishment after she stopped coughing. “I hate you! I could have died!”

Her words made you smirk. “But did you? No but for real, fuck Adam. Fuck Adam and anyone who even looks like Adam!”

“Woo!” Amy threw both hands up into the air, yelping as liquid sloshed down onto her head. “Oh shit! Drink emergency I’ll be right back!”

Before you could say anything, she turned and hurried back towards the drink table. Alone in the middle of a dancing crowd, you didn’t know whether you should slink over to a corner or just keep dancing. That last thing you wanted was some random dude trying to groove with you. Of course if you decided to hold up the wall nothing would stop some random dude from trying to hit on you either. At a bit of a loss you drained the rest of your drink and did a I don’t really know anyone two step, hoping Amy would return soon.

The tequila settled nice and warm in your stomach, making you feel more at ease. Most of the people at the party were from your school but not ones you associated with on like, a daily basis. Sure you recognized a few faces from the library or cafeteria but there was no one you’d had more than a surface conversation with.

And then your eyes landed on him. Ten.

Ten was a…different sort of person altogether. He was the kinda guy CW shows thought actually existed in college, except he was very real. And very much fucking gorgeous in that unattainable way CW shows also loved. However, that sort of did him a disservice because as far as you knew, he was just a decent guy who happened to be able to do some pretty awesome things.

For example, he was an amazing dancer. The kinda dancer that just freaking mesmerized you when he moved. Had you wondering how in the hell had he taught his body to do that shit? One minute he was in total sync with everyone else and the next he was performing his solo and blowing your mind. He’d done some show a few months ago with a friend and you’d nearly flipped out of your chair watching him work. The body rolls, the attitude, the way he’d just commanded the stage…whew. Was it possible to be a fan of someone who wasn’t famous?

Then there was his art; things he designed himself or drew from memory. Art class was essentially where you’d sorta came to be acquaintances with him. You weren’t exactly good at drawing but you liked it enough that you wanted to improve, plus it helped you de-stress after particularly hard days. Ten on the other hand excelled and just like with dancing, it was interesting to watch his process. He’d described himself as a sensory artist so he wasn’t always as concerned with the end product as the professor sometimes wanted him to be. From your eye though he’d yet to create anything that wasn’t remarkable. In fact, more than once you’d wanted to ask him to design a tattoo for you, but felt it would be kinda weird. He had no idea what you were into after all. So far your conversations with him had consisted of colors and that one time he’d asked to borrow one of your brushes.

You were pretty sure he’d sold something to an art gallery.

Anyway so Ten could dance and he could draw and he could sing and he was fluent in several languages; as far as you knew the only thing he was kind of shit at was cooking. But who hadn’t set a class kitchen on fire once or twice? Or three times…

If he were an asshole—well people would probably still crush on him—you’d count that as a major flaw and want to keep your distance. But the kicker was that he could do cool things and he was nice. Dorky even especially when it came to cute animals. Was always posting pictures of himself at the animal shelter playing with the kittens and the puppies, or just acting like an idiot with friends. Yet it was that confidence that made him seem untouchable, and also made him sexy as fuck. More than once you’d fantasized about biting his Adam’s apple.

Heh.

Shaking your head, you fanned lightly at your face with both hands. Maybe stepping outside for some fresh air would be a good idea.

“Y/N!” Amy nearly tripped over her pretty sandals in her hurry to get back to you. “Weewoo weewoo weewoo!”

“Um…”

She grabbed your shoulder. “It’s a police siren! We have a code red situation here, I repeat a code red! Adam just walked in!”

“What?” You blinked and immediately looked towards the doorway, brows narrowing when you saw she was right.

Standing there in a white t-shirt in his formerly handsome glory was your ex-boyfriend, Adam. Once upon a time you’d thought the world of him; thought he was the kinda guy you could probably marry someday. The kinda guy you’d introduced your family to. Turns out he was the kind of guy that hooked up with his ex in your car repeatedly until finally being caught in the act. Sure it had been gratifying to make him and her walk home half naked but it had done nothing to quell the pain left behind. Thankfully though your pain quickly turned to anger and now you usually focused on not murdering him when he popped up. There was a lot you could forgive but cheating was firmly in the do not cross zone. Everything you’d felt for him evaporated the moment you saw him with her.

And he’d promised he was over her. Lying piece of shit, you thought to yourself.

“What the hell is he doing here?! Does he even know anyone here?” you asked with a frown.

“I dunno!” your friend said slowly. “It’s possible, big campus and all. Do you want me to help you climb out of the bathroom window?”

“Yeah my boobs aren’t fitting through one of those skinny ass windows,” you replied wryly. “Though to be honest I’m almost willing to risk it. C’mon let’s—”

It was too late. Adam spotted you like an arrow searching for its target, eyes registering shock and then elation. He reached you in three quick strides, opening his arms for a hug that he was damned crazy to expect. “Y/N. Wow you—you look amazing. I’m so glad we ran into each other.”

You huffed. “I’m not. I told you we’re over Adam. Or does me blocking your calls not get the message across?”

He exhaled deeply. “Look I know I messed up but I’m sorry. Classes were just really tough and—and Lucy and I would reminisce about old times…”

“Do I look like I give a shit? You cheated on me and we’re over.” The lie came so easily. “Besides, I’ve moved on.”

“Yeah!” Amy poked him in the chest. “She’s moved on so suck it!”

Adam arched a brow. “You’ve moved on?” He sounded skeptical and that made your blood boil. “Since when? And with who?”

You’d once heard that Hippocrates came up with the saying drastic times call for drastic measures though it wasn’t something you’d be willing to bet money on. However, standing there with your ex eying you like he just knew you were lying brought a whole new meaning to the idiom. You would one hundred percent be damned before giving him the satisfaction of gloating.

Tequila’s kicking in…

Without missing a beat, you put a hand on your hip and motioned to Ten. “Him. I’m seeing him.”

Amy made a sound like a cat having its tail stepped on while Adam gaped at you. “What? I—no. No way. You’re totally lying. I’ve seen the people he’s dated and you’re not his type at all.”

This bitch.

Twirling on your black heels, you strolled across the room to where Ten sat in an arm chair, chatting with a few of his friends. Before you could talk yourself out of it, you straddled his lap and leaned forward to whisper in his ear. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I know this is awkward as fuck—I’m so sorry—but if you just play along I will owe you big time. I’ll give you anything. You need a kidney? You can have a kidney.”

Ten’s friends had gone mute and as you sat back to gauge his reaction—or to possibly be thrown off of him—you bit your full bottom lip. His dark eyes were watching you calculatingly, his own lips pursed together like you were a riddle he needed to solve. Up close he was utterly breathtaking, all smooth skin and silky black hair that fell artfully across his forehead. He smelled incredible.

And then he spoke.

“There you are baby,” he said wrapping an arm around your waist. “I’ve been looking for you.”

That was when you figured you owed him your first born but it was fine. “Well, you found me. Sorry to keep you waiting.”

He chuckled. “You’re worth waiting for.”

His friends still looked confused though they didn’t have time to voice their opinions. Adam stalked over seconds later like a man on a mission. “So it’s true? You and Y/N are together?”

Ten tilted his head to the side and you saw the moment the lightbulb went off for him. “Yeah we’re together.”

Adam huffed. “Since when? For how long? Where did you two meet?”

Ten smirked. “Are you taking a survey or something?” He brushed his lips across your jaw, making you shiver. “The only thing that matters is that she’s mine. Let’s dance, Y/N.”

“I would love to,” you replied with a smile. You were also grateful he’d remembered your name.

You climbed off of his lap and took his hand, sending Adam a you thought look before pulling Ten out into the thick of the crowd. Your heart was beating a mile a minute but you felt too giddy to pay much attention to it. Plus, you knew Adam was watching you like a hawk and you didn’t want to let on how nervous you actually were. If he found out you were lying he’d never leave you alone and consider you pathetic to boot. Besides the nice buzz that was finally creeping down your spine told you everything would be fine. How could it not be?

Ten’s hands settled low on your hips and he gave you a little tug, pulling your back to his chest. You fit rather perfectly with him, his chin brushing the top of your head. Picking a rhythm in the song that thumped with bass, you began to move together. You rolled your ass against him and leaned your head back to rest on his shoulder, focusing on his breath as it ghosted across your neck. A silver of light wouldn’t have been able to get between you.

Normally you wouldn’t have dared to do something like this with a near stranger but your desire to make your ex suffer was bigger than your nerves. Besides Ten appeared to be all in on the ruse; his body twisting and curving in sync with yours, fingers on his right hand sliding up between your breasts to wrap lightly on your throat. His teeth nipped at your earlobe and you gasped. Reached around to his side to clasp his shirt for an anchor. You heard him chuckle and suddenly you were spun away from him only to be reeled back in, this time face to face.

The room felt like it was two hundred degrees. You weren’t exactly wearing much—a slinky black dress with tiny ties at the hem—but even that seemed too much. Without missing a beat though you and Ten continued to grind with one another, his thigh just barely pushed between your own. Every time you swayed forward to meet him the denim of his jeans rubbed deliciously against you, sending sparks sprinting through your veins. Both of his hands were on your ass as if helping to guide you, and as you met his gaze you couldn’t help but bite your lip at what you saw there. Desire, lust, hunger—no one had ever looked at you like that before. Like they could just devour you and still not have enough of you.

It made you feel powerful.

You grinned and wrapped an arm around his neck, fingers giving his hair a little tug. He hissed and lowered his head so that he could mouth at your bare shoulder, hands squeezing your ass so hard it nearly hurt. You weren’t sure when you started to get wet—maybe it was the moment you sat on his lap or he decided to play along with your dumb stunt—but you could tell it now. Your panties were sticking to you, your skin was on fire and it was becoming difficult to think straight. Honestly however you didn’t want to think at all, especially not if it meant not being in Ten’s orbit.

“Ten,” you whispered into the skin under his jaw.

He hummed, the sound vibrating through your body. You plastered your hand to his chest and pulled it down, nails catching on the thin material of his shirt until they were brushing along the zipper on his jeans. You gave him a quick squeeze—he was hard and straining—and he cursed loudly. Between one second and the next he was dragging you down a dimly light hallway, past kissing couples and one guy passed out drunk in the doorway of someone’s room. He swung you both into the first vacant room he came to; a lavish bathroom at the very back of the house. The door was closed with a swift thump and the lock clicked shut.

You licked your lips as he crowded you back into the counter, looking down at you with a tiny smirk. That part of your brain that yammered on about bad decisions was surprisingly quiet, so you figured it was beyond okay to pull him down for a kiss. As with most of the stuff he did, Ten was a damn good kisser. His mouth was soft and warm, his tongue playful and coaxing. He kissed you like he’d been waiting to kiss you for a long time. Until it grew deep and sensual. Until you were both panting with the need for air but neither wanting to let go of the moment.

With a gasp you tilted backwards a bit, your knees suddenly weak. “Fuck me,” you said absently.

“Can I?” Ten asked, chest heaving. “Can I fuck you?”

“God yes,” you replied, already pulling your dress up until it hitched around your waist.

Ten hooked his thumbs onto the band of your pink panties and slid them down your legs, laying them next to the sink. He looked you over with that same eye he used for his art but you could tell he liked what he saw. You grabbed his hand and brought it between your legs, spreading them wider for him. Two of his fingers slipped inside of you without any resistance to find you damp and aching, already so hot for him. He started a lazy rhythm—in and out, in and out—like he was in no hurry at all. Like he wasn’t driving you crazy all the way down to the tips of your toes.

He kept his eyes locked onto yours as he touched you, lips slightly parted like he couldn’t believe this was happening. That rang true for both of you. Never in your wildest dreams did you think you’d ever really be friends with Ten, let alone about to hook up with him. It was like you’d stumbled into some alternate universe.

Bringing his free hand up to your cheek, he smoothed his thumb across your lips, pressing lightly until you let him in. You sucked his thumb into your mouth and gave it a little nip, smiling when he smirked. When he deemed it wet enough, he pressed it to your clit and you moaned, your hips stuttering upward with a will of their own. He began a firm massage, working your clit this way and that, fingers still thrusting in their maddening motion. Of course he’d be great with his hands. Of course he’d be able to play your body like a finely tuned instrument.

Pressure started to build low in your stomach. “I—I’m…”

“Turn around.” Ten took a step back and made a show of sucking his fingers into his mouth, tongue darting out to lick between them like he wanted to savor every drop.

You whimpered but did as he requested, your eyes finding his in the wide silver mirror. You watched as he unzipped his pants and pushed them along with his dark colored briefs down to the floor. You hadn’t seen him pull out a condom but he had one; ripping open the packaging with his perfectly straight teeth before rolling it onto his hard cock. It was a delicious looking thing you had to admit, long and thick with a slight curve. If you’d had the time you would have gladly went to your knees for him.

A low breath shuddered out of Ten’s lungs as he pushed inside of you, his hands gripping your waist so strongly you were bound to have a few bruises later. “Fuck, you’re tight.”

It had been a while since Adam and nobody after him until now.

When he assumed you’d adjusted to the size of him, he pulled nearly out before driving back inside of you. You moaned and pushed back to meet his thrusts, feeling the pleasure shattering through you. Your breasts bounced as he moved and he reached a hand forward, tugging down the top of your dress so that he could cup one. He rolled your nipple between his fingers and pinched, bending over you so that he could bite down onto the tender skin of your shoulder. The motion sent him even deeper and you both groaned at the feeling.

“Te—Ten,” you stammered, losing your train of thought when he rolled his hips liked he did on the dance floor. “Oh fuck! Fuck!”

The picture you made in the mirror was a very erotic one; you could see every single expression on Ten’s handsome face. The utter enjoyment he was obviously finding in fucking you was written all over it; there was nowhere for it to hide. His head was tipped back, eyes fluttering closed only to pop back open so that he could watch himself shove into you over and over again. He had you up on your tip toes, nose just an inch from the mirror itself. He was always sexy but tonight that word took on a whole new meaning.

All you could do was try to give as good as you got.

You slapped a hand onto the sink to steady yourself and clenched around him, reveling in the low whine that escaped his throat. It kinda sounded like your name.

And then he was pulling all the way out, dick bouncing as he stumbled backwards. You blinked in confusion. “Wh--what’s wrong?”

Ten ran his fingers through his hair. “C’mon. I want you to ride me.”

He sat down on the closed toilet seat lid and you straddled him without a second thought, sinking down onto his dick with a full body shudder. With your dress around your waist and your breasts jiggling in his face as you bounced up and down on his cock, he traced his tongue around your nipple before lightly biting down. You tangled your fingers in his hair and panted out his name, letting out a squeak when his palm connected with your ass for a hard slap. Planting his feet on the floor, he leaned you backwards a bit as he drove into you repeatedly, eyes watching how well your pussy took him.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured against your collarbone. “Gorgeous—you feel so good.” He bit you again, this time on the side of your neck. “So good.”

With one hand on his shoulder to brace yourself, you rose up and let yourself come down hard over and over again, feeling him pound so deep it was almost criminal. Had the music not been so loud you knew exactly what you would have heard; the sound of skin hitting skin as Ten fucked you like he owned you. Just for tonight, maybe he did.

You weren’t sure how long it went on but when you came it still managed to take you by surprise. Your body lit up like a Christmas tree from the inside out and you cried out Ten’s name, clenching around him, your nails digging into his shoulder blades. He muttered a drawn out fuuuuck and pinched your clit with this thumb and forefinger, making you jerk so hard you nearly tumbled off his lap.

“Ah! Ten!” You shouted as he kept it up. “I—no—oh god—”

Your pussy tightened around him again and he shivered, thrusts growing erratic as he came with a grunt. You trembled through a second orgasm almost in disbelief—usually the only thing that could get you off twice in a row was hidden under your bed in a shoe box.

Seconds later you flopped against him, attempting to catch your breath. He was still rolling his hips just a tiny bit, making all the too sensitive areas ping.

“Whoa,” he said breathlessly, wrapping both arms around your waist. “That was…”

You chuckled softly. “Yeah…” Chancing a look at him, you admired the way strands of his dark hair stuck to his sweaty forehead. He was glistening, shirt sticking to his chest. He smelled like hints of your perfume and you smelled like hints of his cologne. It was all so intimate.

Reluctantly you sat back and gazed at him, wondering if things were about to get awkward. But Ten just smiled and ducked his head a little, a barely there blush creeping up into his already flushed cheeks. It was so adorable you couldn’t have resisted kissing him if you tried. From the way he melted into you, he’d had the same idea.

After a few minutes of just enjoying the feel of his lips against yours, you forced yourself up off of him. Your legs shook; you had to grab the counter to keep from tripping in your heels. You could already tell you’d still feel him tomorrow and the thought made you kinda dizzy, but in a good way. Blinking at your reflection—your hair was a dark mess—you knew there was no way you’d be able to hide the love bites that adorned your skin. They stood out stark red and purple like a bruise.

Ten remained slouched on the toilet for a couple of moments before removing the condom and tossing it into the trash. He dabbed at his dick with a handful of toilet paper, and then pulled up his underwear and jeans. “So…can I ask you something?”

You fixed your dress. “Sure.”

“Who was that guy?” he inquired with a grin. “The one you obviously wanted to get away from.”

Oh shit you’d forgotten all about Adam! “Oh he—he’s my dumb ex. He jumped stupid at me and I—I wanted to show him that he’s an idiot. That I’m totally over him. I—I’m sorry for getting you involved.”

He laughed as he patted down his hair. “No complaints from my end. I think he got the message though.” Reaching behind you he handed you your panties. “Don’t wanna forget these.”

It was ridiculous to be embarrassed considering what you’d both just done, but you couldn’t help it. You took them from him and pulled them on, keeping your eyes on the ground. “Thanks… Look Ten—”

“I’m hungry,” he said interrupting you. “Have you ever had grilled dried pollack?”

“Um yeah once I think,” you replied uncertainly. “It was pretty tasty.”

Ten motioned behind him. “I know a place that makes it if you wanted to go. And…maybe afterwards we could just hang out. Talk.”

That sounded amazing. “I’d love to. But…”

He picked up on your meaning. “Y/N I sit next to you in all of our art classes. I make conversation with you for no reason. Do you really think I of all people forget my brushes? Honestly I’ve wanted to ask you out for a while but you’ve always seemed…disinterested.”

You were dumbstruck by his admission. “Me?! That’s just my face! You’re the unattainable ingénue or whatever!”

Ten chuckled, folding his arms across his chest. “Oh please the only thing standing between me and being a serious cat dad is having an apartment that allows animals. However, this conversation is pointless. You owe me and I’m collecting…if that’s okay?”

You huffed but couldn’t stop grinning. “It’s perfect.”

The walk from the bathroom to the living room had everyone staring with a few people letting out loud whistles. Adam had disappeared but Amy was there to give you a big thumbs up. You promised to call her later and then let Ten pull you outside into the warm night air, your fingers happily entwined with his.

[harunayuuka2060]

Can I request for a tattoo artist!MC and Belphegor scene?? It's just that.... Belphie would look ✨fantastic✨ being a tattoo artist himself😍

It's fine if you don't want to but thanks in advance if you did! 😁

I remember that there’s an art where Belphie is a tattoo artist.

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MC: Dude... What the hell with this design that you want?

Belphie: What? You can’t do it?

MC: Tch. I can just choke you for real.

Belphie: What did you say?

MC: Nothing.

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Belphie: *looking at MC while they’re drawing the outline on and around his neck* Don’t you find this awkward?

MC: Awkward of what?

Belphie: With your position. You’re sitting on me, you know.

MC: *laughs* Like I care about that. I can’t have the perfect angle if I’m standing.

Belphie: This is making me naughty.

MC: *stops* *looks at Belphie and flicks his forehead* 

Belphie: Ow! What’s that for?

MC: You go naughty even just for a bit.

MC: You’re going to be stabbed with this. *points to their tattoo machine* *laughs*

Belphie: *pouts* Killjoy.

Belphie: By the way, make sure it matches your hands.

MC: ...

MC: What the fuck?

[tsuki-sennin]

Yes I'm late again, sorry, but Taro Tuesday is just as worthy of celebration as Momo Monday! Rest assured, if I'm late again, the Juto will come for me.

Spoilers, I guess...

-OOOOOOOOOH JIN

-So, I guess Sonoi's ancestors put Jin in Dad Jail?

-They didn't even give him socks, smh

-So, if Jin's supposed to keep them out, how exactly does he do that? Is he a living barrier, or is he like actively banhammering them?

-Yep, visiting hours are over. Get outta here.

-Origami = Evil, gotcha. I'm pretty sure that was a running theme among the Deadmans over in Revice Land.

-Hail to the Origami King.

-Looks like Sayama's still got his job despite how much of an obvious liability he's being.

-OH NO THEY FOUND DOG MAN

-"Hey! I'm buying my girlfriend EVERY dress, get on it!"

-Oof. Fired just like that.

-Wow, no respect for restaurant owners, smh

-OH HE RUNNIN'

-Jumpin' too!

-Yeah, cut your losses Tsubasa

-OH HE TELEPORTS TOO

-Yep, Sayama's fucked.

-Ninja master.

-Oh epic, Taro's a qualified ninja now!

-Oh, yep. This old dude's our Hitotsu-Ki! ...is he Ninja-Ki, Ninpuu-Ki, or Shuriken-Ki?

-Oh, Tsuyoshi too!

-Did eating that piece of newspaper fuck up his insides?

-Yep, called it!

-What a kind man, nursing a stray dog back to health :)

-"You were that crazy yellow girl who this guy held me hostage with! ...I'm Tsuyoshi, I'm a happily married man of 33 and my wife is the most beautiful woman in the world :D"

-OHHHHH HE OUT

-OOOOOOOW THAT HURTS

-I see Haruka went to the Hana Natsuki School of Drawing Blood with Palm Technique.

-HE FUCKING KICKED HER

-"PLEASE STOP KILLING EACH OTHER I'M JUST ONE MAN!"

-Ohhhhh, the Professor has come~!

-Lotta Shuriken emphasis... yep, Shuriken-Ki!

-This guy's definitely as extra as Takaharu, at least.

-Wow, Don Momotaro has nothing but disrespect for this man lmao

-"Hey, how about you go commit medical fraud?"

-"Ooooooooh, if only we knew who that pheasant guy was!"

-Sooooo, if Tsuyoshi was barefoot when he transformed, does that mean his feet weren't protected in battle? Seems like a bit of a design oversight, if you ask me.

-Wow, that was a quick hospital visit. In and out, just like that. Every country's healthcare is better than American healthcare, smh

-My man has constipation

-Oh, now Tsubasa's suffering has increased tenfold.

-Rice porridge, lovely. I sure hope he gets more than that, at least. Maybe some chicken soup.

-The suffering these two men go through on a daily basis, I swear.

-Time for Professor Saruhara's ultimate forbidden healing technique.

-...salt. Head.

-Prayer.

-Don't you dare spill a grain of that!

-Oh my god, they're making him do busy work to avoid fucking up anything else.

-"OH MY GOD THE PHEASANT'S THE WIFE GUY"

-OH SHE'S BACK

-...Miho, I promise, Tsuyoshi's not been having an affair.

-OH FUCK MIHO

-N-Natsumi? Natsumiho?

-Tsubasa-kun! It's time for walkies!

-"Whoa, nice salt strat!"

-...Ohhhhh, because salt is used for warding off evil! Pretty slick double meaning you've got there, Inoue!

-Don Robotaro~! Yo, sekai ichi~!

-Oh yay, Don't Boo~!

-We did it, fam~!

-Guess ninja dude calmed down and picked up a thing or two. That's nice~!

-OH NO

-Miho-chan's a Juto! D:

-That's one hell of a crane though, goddamn.

-What, we're combining next episode!? You don't just show that after that! ...then again, I really want that Don Onitaijin on screen as soon as possible... well, they got me good! I'm hooked!

[bnhaficsforthesoul]

BNHA College AU - Dabi

Major: Graphic Design

Minor: Business

Sports: Nope

Clubs: He’s not necessarily in the Shogi club, but he competes in tournaments just because he’s so good at it

Dabi has two reasons for going to college: to prove to everyone, mainly his dad, that he can be successful despite what they say, and to force his dad to spend a lot of money

He hangs out with all the labeled creepy people (save for Keigo, but even then he won’t hang out with him in public cause Keigo’s pretty popular), cause of his scars and resting bitch face people are generally too scared to talk to him so he stayed with the people who didn’t judge him for that

He got his scars in an accident when he was young, the house had gotten set on fire and he got trapped inside after saving his little brother Shouto, who luckily got out with only a scar on his face

Overall dabi was lucky to have survived the ordeal at all, having inhaled so much smoke and being so burnt, but by some miracle he turned out fine, and his scars, other than being a permanent dark red and the skin being rough, weren’t too bad (basically he has the scars in the same general areas but they look more like how real burn scars would – there’s no staples anymore either)

He also changed his name as soon as he was old enough, wanting to create his own identity rather than the one his dad had crafted for him

Dabi works at a tattoo shop near campus, he’s always been pretty good at art and loves tattoos, so he decided he might as well get a job doing something he actually likes. He’s given himself a few tattoos too, and all of his piercings

Him being a graphic design major stems from his love of drawing, but him choosing graphic design rather than fine art or just drawing was due to him wanting to try a new medium, and then enjoying it

Then his business minor is so that he can open is own tattoo shop - he feels that owning his own shop and being successful in it is the best way to spite his dad, so he is all for it

He also lives off campus in his own apartment, he didn’t feel like bothering with getting a roommate 

You meet him when you go into the shop to get a tattoo, you just had the sudden urge to get a tattoo so you walked in there and asked if there was any space for you, and turned out Dabi was free

You told him the basic design that you wanted, but also told him that he was free to add whatever he wanted which he greatly enjoyed, and he went to work

Normally dabi would kinda just do the work and move on, maybe make a few comments here and there if he felt like it, he wasn’t much of a talker anyways

But hey, you were cute, so he couldn’t help flirt a bit – and you didn’t seem creeped out by him like a lot of people tended to be, so he took that as a sign that you didn’t mind it

And you definitely did not mind it – you weren’t expecting the person tattooing you to be so hot, but it was for sure a welcome surprise. And you’d be lying if you said the smirk he flashed at you occasionally didn’t give you butterflies

After the tattoo was finished, it didn’t take that long since you had gotten a fairly small one, you were doing the stuff for payment and he went, “ya know, if you go on a date with me, maybe I’ll give you a discount on the next one”

Yes he was technically bribing you for a date, but again, you were cute and didn’t give him a weird look when he started flirting, even flirting back a couple times – so he was just tryna shoot his shot

“I’d like that. Even without the discount, though that would be a nice bonus.”

Sexy tattoo man asks you on a date? Who are you to say no

So you give him your number and give him a little wave before running out of the shop, already wondering where he was going to take you

Now, Dabi never wants to come across as desperate, and in all honesty he really isn’t since he’s not even looking for anything serious, so he decided to wait a few days before even texting you – making you worry that he had decided he didn’t wanna go out with you anymore

It wouldn’t be the end of the world if he didn’t, it’s not like you’d been crushing on him for months or anything dramatic, you’d met the guy once – but he was pretty, and fun to talk to, so you were hoping you’d at least be able to see where it went

Luckily though, late at night a few days after you had met him, you finally get a text, reading “hey its dabi, the guy who tattooed you. Still interested in that date?’

You almost ended up texting him right away, ready to get on with it. But nah, he waited 3 days, you can at least wait an hour or two – thank god you didn’t have your read receipts on

Eventually you got to it, responding ‘Hey – yeah I’m up to it. What’d you have in mind?’

Finally deciding he would save the both of you the time, he responded quickly, ‘nothing fancy, I’ll surprise you though.’

You said that was fine, and that was it for the night. You were just gonna wait until he told you when, and didn’t worry about it too much

But then that night, at around 7pm, you got another text: ‘you busy rn?’

You weren’t, so you said so, and he said ‘can you meet me back at the shop in like 30 min? We’re going out tonight.”

Bold of this man to not only assume you could make it in 30 minutes but to just spring your first date upon you like that – but you weren’t going to complain about it, other than the fact that if you wanted to get decently ready you’d have to sprint over there (you were lucky that the shop was close to campus – and that he probably assumed you went to the college here since you never told him)

But you threw on the first clothes you deemed acceptable and got any other small touch ups finished in the next 20 minutes before grabbing your phone, keys, and wallet and booking it towards the tattoo shop – only stopping to look at your reflection in a car window once you were up the street to make sure you still looked decent

Why were you putting in so much effort for the hot emo dude? You’d never know. But you wouldn’t be disappointed either.

You soon walked into the shop and were almost immediately greeted by Dabi. He was wearing ripped black jeans and an oversized black hoodie with black converse, simple but nice

“So what are we doing exactly?”

He didn’t say, just walked out of the shop, so you followed him back into the parking lot where he directed you to an expensive looking matte black car – which side note, he was very proud of. He bought it with his own money (I don’t know car breeds, forgive me for not specifying what type of car it is)

The car ride was pretty vibey – he has awesome music taste but he kept it just high enough so that you could hear it but low enough so that the two of you could talk, he generally doesn’t like small talk but you were pretty interesting so he let the conversation go wherever you led

Eventually you arrived at a big park with a lake and a bunch of tall trees, and you got out of the car while Dabi went to grab a backpack from the trunk – then he led you over to a nice little clearing right next to the lake and pulled out a blanket from his backpack and laid it out so you two could sit

“like I said, nothing fancy. We’re just gonna hang out.”

He had a whole bunch of snacks and drinks in his backpack, and you just spent the next couple hours talking about anything and everything – he loved when you asked him about tattooing and stuff, gave him a chance to brag, and he asked you a bunch of probably too personal questions just because he thought it was cute seeing you flustered

In the end, the first date was a success – and it led to many more. Many of which weren’t even classified dates, just more times where he would randomly text you to hang out, and each time you found yourself liking him more and more, and he shockingly felt the same

At the beginning, the best and most dabi could hope for with you was a kind of friends with benefits situation. He didn’t want a real relationship, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t want to be close with someone

But then you came along, and despite you being very good looking of course, he wasn’t just waiting for the right time to ask if he could fuck you, he just wanted to be around you and actually spend time with you – not just turn you into someone he could fuck when he was bored

Regardless, he’s not very good at getting attached to people, it scares him, so as soon as he realized he caught actual feelings he kinda ghosted you for a bit, worrying you that you did something wrong – he wouldn’t respond to your texts or anything

So this time you stormed your way down to his apartment, where he had brought you a couple times to watch movies and whatever, and knocked on his door

Dabi, much to his disdain, was happy when he saw you standing there. So because of that, he didn’t immediately shut the door, and you walked inside before he could protest

“Are you okay? Did I do something wrong? Why’d you disappear all the sudden?” Even outside of your crush, you considered him a friend, and you had hoped he did too, so you were worried

“It’s nothing… I’ve just been busy, don’t worry your cute little head about it.”

You rolled your eyes, “Dabi, I’m serious. What’s wrong?”

He sighed deeply, running a hand through his messy hair and staring back at you, “It’s – it’s stupid. I don’t want to talk about it.”

God he hated how concerned you looked, he could tell you cared about him and it weirded him out, but he loved it so much. He couldn’t help himself, as much as he wanted to push you away, he knew that he wanted to keep you around

“Still… if you change your mind, I’m here you-“ you didn’t even get to finish your sentence before his lips were on yours – something you very much weren’t expecting to happen today but you sure as hell weren’t complaining

“That’s what’s wrong. I think I love you.”

You could see that he looked scared, but he wasn’t pulling away, so you wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed a soft kiss on his lips, “Well, if it makes you feel better, I think I love you too.”

There was no formal asking out, just from that day on you were his. It still took some time for him to get used to it, not being familiar with how to act in a relationship, but with your help he got the hang of it

He loves when you watch him draw, he’s dubbed you his muse and therefore you being there helps inspire him

Wants to get matching tattoos with you eventually, and you know that if you want any more tattoos he’s gonna be the one to give you them, he might even let you do a tattoo or two for him

He’ll also do all your piercings for you, he’ll dye your hair for you - we love a boyfriend who supports you spicing up your look

Aw but you two dyeing each others hair would be so cute

Your relationship is pretty chill, like you guys only ever hang out at his apartment or go on dates in the middle of the night, sometimes clubbing or sometimes just walking around town, whatever you feel like honestly

You do go back to that one spot by the lake a l o t, you both love it there because it’s just full of memories of each other

When you met his friends you were probably a bit creeped out by them, you’ve never had any bad experiences with them but most of them looked pretty angry. But toga and jin were quick to accept you, and so you got to become friends with them too which was really important to Dabi because his friends are basically his family

When he told you about his dad – not him having to stop you from walking into his dad’s house and beating the shit out of that fucker, despite him very much wanting to watch you do it (he just doesn’t want you to get hurt/have to deal with the consequences of what that could bring – but if you were to bring out them fighting words during the next family dinner he’d definitely be very proud)

You’re welcome to move into his apartment whenever you want, after he’s decided he loves you you could propose and he’d probably say yes honestly- so you moving in isn’t an issue to him just tell him and he’ll help you bring all your stuff over

You might as well honestly, you’re there in most all your free time. You already have clothes in his closet, your school stuff is next to his - it just makes things so much easier

Besides, then you get to be around your hot emo bf even more than you already are, doesn’t that sound fun