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masterlist | part 1 (although ig this makes sense on its own), part 3 (i didn't plan this), part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9
“What.”
It’s less of a question and more of a statement—a statement sputtered in the typically demanding way characteristic of the one and only Bakugou Katsuki.
The Bakugou Katsuki who happens to be your boss for a good (debatable) three and a half years now, who you also have to spend overtime with until who knows what time to discuss what’s become rocky employee relations in the Ground Riot agency.
Your eyebrows furrow in confusion or irrational annoyance—both, really—before you quickly school your expression into a neutral one. You riffle through the documents rather absentmindedly, avoiding his gaze before shooting back with: “What do you mean what?”
“I meant,” he leans back on his office chair that you know he singlehandedly picked out for its superior ergonomic design because he’s meticulous like that, “what the fuck is wrong with your face.”
“Excuse me?”
Your retort is laced with more indignant anger than intended, but at this point in the night, you cannot for the life of you bring yourself to care about your tone. It’s been a long day, and you weren’t about to let your stupid boss make fun of your appearance, of all things.
Bakugou probably senses the significant change in your demeanor, because his eyes widen in surprise ever so slightly before he sits up and opens his mouth to explain himself.
“You’ve been looking like you accidentally drank spoiled milk for the past hour and the shit aftertaste isn’t going away.” He haughtily shakes his head, and it takes everything in you not to jump him and choke your boss.
To your disdain, however, he continues.
“It’s either you spit it out or I’m going to have to force you to tell me what’s wrong.”
You gape at him. Whatever you expected him to say, it wasn’t that.
As quickly as you can, however, you attempt to regain your bearings and at least try to seem nonchalant, clearing your throat as unbothered as possible to top it all off. “Well, working overtime to iron out office squabbles isn’t exactly my idea of a relaxing Friday night, thank you very much.”
He scoffs. “Bullshit.”
You almost get whiplash from how quickly you look at him. His brazen rudeness—which, right now, is worse than usual which is saying something, mind you—renders you incapable of saying anything aside from another winded: “Excuse me?”
He rolls his eyes. “Miss me with that bullshit, dumbass.”
You feel yourself heat up in irritation. “I thought I told you to stop calling me dumbass.”
“You’d rather I call you princess?”
At that, you break eye contact despite yourself, choosing to stare at his forehead instead. It’s still unnerving—looking at any part of his body, really—but it’s better than looking at him squarely and witnessing the smirk you know has taken over his unfairly handsome features.
Your voice is small, to your chagrin, when you reply. “That’s actually a lot worse.”
The man dares to bark out a laugh.
You continue to metaphorically choke him in your head.
“Okay then, dumbass,” he emphasizes the nickname and you are about 99% sure a pained expression is dancing across your face because Bakugou is observing you with even more amusement before his features settle into a look of seriousness.
“As I was saying before you missed the point entirely—I highly doubt you’re this bothered because of fucking overtime,” he eyes you cautiously before pressing on. “Something’s wrong.”
You don’t know if it’s the exhaustion of the week filled with workplace conflict, or the crushing news you received this morning in the mail, or the very fact that Bakugou, despite his roughness and the annoyingly persistent way he’s been poking at your mood like it’s an itchy scab, is looking at you with genuine concern—but you end up doing it.
You give in.
You feel the tears welling up in your eyes before you even get the chance to deny them permission to, and at the sight of them Bakugou sits up even straighter in alarm—and you don’t know what comes over you because you start laughing so hard, your hand shoots up to your stomach in an attempt to keep it from cramping.
“Oi.”
The expression on his face is so unbelievably baffled that you only end up cackling to yourself more.
It takes a few more minutes before the sillies are fully flushed out of your system and really, it only took you a glance at Bakugou to realize you probably looked demented just now.
Feeling self-conscious all of a sudden, you quickly wipe away the tears in your eyes and muster enough courage to flash him a genuine smile.
To your delight, he flashes you one right back, albeit tentatively—one that is boyish and charming under the rather dim lights of his corner office.
Although he seemingly reboots to his default state because it’s immediately replaced by a frown and followed by: “You’re so weird, you know that?”
You snort and, before you can stop yourself: “Not as weird as my ex.”
At that, Bakugou’s entire countenance changes—he visibly stiffens in his seat and his eyebrows furrow in what you believe is confusion at the sudden mention of your past lover.
Bakugou says nothing, however, and so you take that as a sign to continue.
“Remember that meeting we had last March with Chef Asahi about our collaboration with his restaurant where I was late and you gave me shit for it? And when you asked I told you it was because I just got dumped over the phone?”
He gives you a curt nod, lips tight.
“Well,” you chuckle nervously, feeling embarrassed at your upcoming revelation, “I just found out that that ex is getting married in two months, and I’m invited.”
Neither of you says anything for the next—what feels like—hour.
Until Bakugou takes a sharp inhale, leans forward on his desk, and stares you down straight in the eyes: “I’ll do it.”
“What?”
He scowls at you like you’ve got a pea for a brain. “Don’t make me say it twice, dumbass.”
You frown at his hostility, your own bewilderment chipping away at your already thinning patience. “You’re not saying anything.”
Bakugou sighs, and he looks like what he is about to say next physically pains him.
“I’ll be your fucking date to the wedding.”
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special shoutout to @he3v4n for reading the prequel to this and following thereafter--inadvertently making me check out past writing and get inspired to write this <3
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Training Season
Charles had always liked football just fine. He played as a kid in the schoolyard with his classmates and was as bad at it as everyone else but laughed all the same. Then… Well, then he couldn’t really play anymore, but he still watched the games on TV and followed the big international events. He liked it just fine. But now. Now Charles was rethinking his love for the sport entirely. Come to think of it, he might actually love football. For his son, of course. And not at all for the coach running from one end of the pitch to the other with wild hair and high cheekbones tinted pink, short shorts and muscular hairy legs and an ass that–
OR: Single dad Charles takes his son to football practice and falls in love with the unfraily handsome coach: Carlos. Also, he may have a lot of trauma to work on, but who has the time?
explicit ~ 50k ~ AU, fluff and angst, trauma, mpreg, so much fluffffff
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Charles had always liked football just fine. He played as a kid in the schoolyard with his classmates and was as bad at it as everyone else but laughed all the same. Then… Well, then he couldn’t really play anymore, but he still watched the games on TV and followed the big international events. He liked it just fine.
But now. Now Charles was rethinking his love for the sport entirely. Come to think of it, he might actually lovefootball.
For his son, of course.
And not at all for the coach running from one end of the pitch to the other with wild hair and high cheekbones tinted pink, short shorts and muscular hairy legs and an ass that–
“Dad! Dad, did you see this? Dad! Look!”
Charles’ eyes snapped away from the coach’s posterior and settled back on the little boy with sandy hair and a bright red shirt and even brighter blue eyes.
“Did you see?” the boy asked excitedly, jumping on the green in front of the bench where Charles was sitting. “Did you see, Dad?”
“Yes, yes, of course, I saw. You’re doing amazing, Gab!” Charles lied through his teeth with cheeks as red as the shirt his son was wearing.
He didn’t see a thing, too focused on the coach instead of his own son.
Come on, Charles. You’re here for Gabriel, not to ogle the coach.
But to Charles’ defense, the coach was truly something to look at.
Surrounded by a dozen of excited and chaotic children running around everywhere, the man still ran twice as much as them, showing off his football skills. His t-shirt clang to his sweaty skin, hinting at muscular pecs and defined abs. His short shorts hiked up on his thick thighs showing way more than what was decent for Charles’ sanity. And truly he looked like a Greek god running around among mortals, if Charles could say so himself.
“Vamos, vamos, vamos!” the coach shouted, encouraging the children and oh no, Charles thought, was that Spanish? Poor Charles wasn’t ready for a sexy man like this one with an even sexier Spanish accent, no no no.
Charles tried very hard to focus on his son on the pitch. It lasted for half a minute before his gaze found the coach again. And apparently he wasn’t the only one ogling.
“Damn,” a woman sighed longingly behind Charles. “I would let that man do anything he wanted to me.”
Her friend giggled.
“You are married, Susie,” the friend said. “Leave him for us, single gals, okay?”
Susie laughed and Charles risked a glance back, and yep, sure enough, the two middle-aged women followed the very same coach Charles was drooling over. Weren’t they a little old for him? But before he could ponder if yes or no, and that no, he shouldn’t shame women’s sexuality no matter their age, one of them noticed him.
“Oh, hi!” the one with the platinum square-cut hair said. Charles recognized Susie’s voice. “Sorry about that, dear. We can get a bit carried away with a man like this one. All the football moms are. You should see the group chat.”
She chuckled and Charles tried very hard not to blush.
“Sorry,” she said again, extending a hand. “I’m Susie, by the way.”
He shook her hand.
“I’m Charles. Gabriel is my son.”
“Oh, he’s such a sweet kid. And he looks a lot like you, I should have guessed. I don’t think we’ve seen you here before, though.”
“Busy with work.”
Charles tried (and failed) not to blush.
“Gabriel says you build houses,” Susan ventured carefully.
“I’m an architect.”
“Close enough,” she said with the knowing smile of a mother. “I'm Jack's mom, by the way. There’s a little gathering after practice next week. All the parents are invited to bring snacks and drinks. You’re probably busy but if you want, you are more than welcome to come. Gabriel’s mom, too.”
“Oh, it’s just me and Gab,” Charles mumbled but his shy reply was swallowed by the whistle ringing high in his ears and a cacophony of young voices heading straight for the stands and the changing rooms.
An armful of eight years old suddenly tackled him and Charles picked up his son, embracing sweat and dirt and grass and everything.
“Dad! Did you see all my moves? Did you see the goal I scored?”
“I did!”
He did not.
“I’m getting so good! The coach said so! And…”
The little boy babbled away in his dad’s ear as Charles waved a shy goodbye at Susie and the other mom, before going to the car. He risked a last glance at the pitch, but the coach was already gone.
“So, what’s the name of your coach, again?” Charles asked as innocently as he could when Gabriel paused in his incessant babbling just long enough to breathe in the back of the car.
In the rearview mirror, Charles could see the boy’s eyes sparkle at the mention of the coach.
“Carlos!” Gab shouted, grabbing the back of Charles’ seat. “He is so so cool and he is so so good at football. He teaches me all these tricks and…”
Charles smiled softly, listening to his son babble on and on about his favorite coach in the whole world and how talented and nice and funny and great and amazing and super and cool and awesome he was. For a second, Charles’ heart tugged with something like longing. A man, who was so sexy it hurt and so sweet with the kids, it had Charles’ belly in all sorts of little twists.
But no. No no no. Not possible, not happening.
Don’t even think about it, Charlie. That’s how you end up in trouble. These sorts of things never ended well for him.
He clenched his jaw, forced the devilishly handsome Spaniard out of his mind and called to Gabriel.
“We’re eating lasagna, tonight.”
“Oh. Okay,” the boy answered with no enthusiasm whatsoever.
“At Grandma’s,” Charles added and the smile was back on his son’s face.
“Yes!” the kid shouted, bouncing on the backseat happily.
Yeah, Charles could pretend he was hurt by Gabriel’s lack of confidence in his father’s cooking abilities, but truly the boy was right. Anyways, all was normal. Life was good, for Charles’ little family of two. He didn’t need anyone else.
(A little fantasy on the football coach couldn’t hurt, though, right?)
(Right.)
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Seeing Blind (you’re too good to be all mine)
Chapter 5. Mature, 2.4k. Read under cut or on Ao3
(Part 1) (part 2) (part 3) (part 4)
As always thank you to @divine-misfortune for writing this with me <3
Rain whipped around. Confused to see Dew running up to him from the side field, brushing debris off of his overalls. They had never spoken before, at least not directly like this. Small quips and comments when he finds himself at Swiss’ side that sound like they’re meant to be digs directed at him despite the fact Dew barely acknowledged his presence.
“I’m sorry?”
“I think we should have a talk“
It’s Rain’s turn to barely sleep in Swiss’ arms. His head swimming with a tirade of thought. Was he not good enough? Did he do something wrong? Go too fast? Maybe Swiss just didn’t want him in the same way he did?
He could feel how hard he was against his back for a good portion of the night. Rationally, most of that couldn’t possibly be true. Why would Swiss assume he wasn’t ready for it? None of it made sense and it left a strange, conflicted feeling in him. Not quite dejected but certainly confused.
At least he could finally sleep comfortably beside him, in a bed, like real people who like each other do.
When the sun threatens to crest the horizon, Swiss is shifting behind him. Moving carefully. Thoughtfully trying not to jostle Rain awake, no reason for him to have to adhere to the ungodly early schedule Swiss kept. It’s a hopeless effort but it was the thought that counted. Rain stirred as the arm beneath his head began to retreat, making a soft sound he could only describe as a chirp. His eyes fight to open, drooping despite himself, as Swiss slipped from the cozy little cocoon they’d made.
“Shh tadpole…Go back to sleep”
Cute. Rain looked beyond adorable and Swiss suddenly understood the meaning of ‘cuteness aggression’. The messy hair and blush coloring his cheeks the loveliest shade of pink was entirely unfair, but the way he managed to bat those pretty eyelashes was playing dirty.
“Just’a couple more minutes Swiss, ‘lease” Rain mumbled his way right into a yawn, tugging at Swiss’ shirt like he might just drag him back into bed like this.
“I’ve gotta go, I can’t be late. But come see me on my break, ‘kay?”
Swiss smoothed the hair from his forehead, dipping down to kiss the little crease between his brows before Rain’s head dropped back to the pillow with a small whine that he gives up on committing to when the comforters pulled back over him. Hard not to snuggle back in, harder not to bury his face in the other pillow to inhale the comfortable lingering scent like he might just pretend Swiss was still beside him.
Didn’t stop him from pouting though.
Leaving Rain was a real test of his will but dutifully Swiss dragged himself away. It was safer for him to duck out as early as this, less of a chance of being caught by the wrong person. He woefully stuffed his feet back into his muddy boots abandoned by the front door and trudged outside towards his truck.
He prayed it was too early for anyone else to be lurking about, and if it had to be anyone, let it be Mountain.
But God had a sense of humor, apparently.
Dew and cirrus were waiting for him with wolfish grins near the tractor, immediately trying to prod him for answers.
"Well well well, smooth talked your way right into his bed huh?" Dew laughed
"Didn't take him for easy.” Cirrus folds her arms looking over his sorry, disheveled state.
"So how was he? Did he even know what he was doing? Was it embarrassingly bad? That why you're doing the walk of shame before the suns even up?" Dew gasped at the promise of scandal, hanging off of Cirrus’ arm with a smirk like he was pleased with himself.
Swiss couldn’t tell if he wanted them to die or if he'd like a stampede of cattle to take him out then and there. Honestly, didn't know if they even deserved a response. Probably shouldn’t. All their senseless prodding, he shouldn’t dignify it but God Dew was too fucking annoying to ignore at times.
“We didn’t do anything” Swiss pushed past them to make the hike back to his truck so he could at least change. Boss might give him weird looks for showing up in yesterday's wrinkled clothes.
“Oh, sure. Totally. So, tell me, he invites you in and you spend the night doing what exactly? A kiss on the cheek before turning off the lights at nine on the dot so you can sleep on opposite sides of the bed with both hands above the covers?” Dew questions incredulously, with an oddly specific example. “You’re the worst liar I’ve ever fucking met, Swiss!”
Swiss winced at the volume of his voice, nervously eyeing the farmhouse standing silently as he gestured aggressively for him to shut the fuck up. Rain would be mortified if he knew the others were talking about him in this fashion.
“Love that Swiss thinks he can lie his way out of shit like this, as if you of all people don’t know what he looks like after a long night.” Cirrus snickers behind her hand and Dew suddenly looks appalled.
“Oh my fucking god it was one time!”
“It was a couple times actually-“
Like a thief in the night, Swiss uses their endless bickering as an excuse to slip away from their interrogation. He climbed into the backseat of his truck and rummaged under the passenger seat - working a job like this, he learned early on to keep a change of clothes on hand. It was awkward to say the least. He was not a dainty man and the back of his truck was far from spacious but he managed to climb out only having smashed his elbow into the window twice. Seemingly just in time. The crunch of gravel and the sharp squeaks of a poor suspension announced their arrival before the truck branded with an all too familiar logo rounded the bend.
His head snapped around alarmingly fast, met with mischievous grins from the both of them. He bristled. “Not a fucking word or I’m telling him to drug test you two.” Swiss hissed, both warning and threatening. Dew made a face, opening his mouth to retort but Cirrus was faster. Sticking out her tongue in his direction before grabbing him by the arm and leading him away to where they would pretend to work for the next two hours.
As they left him standing beside his truck, Swiss watched Rain’s father get out of the truck with clearly stiffened limbs. His throat felt tight as he looked his way, fearing that just maybe he knew but the man just regarded him with a curt nod and a gruff good morning, then headed inside.
Swiss wanted to close his head in the door of his truck, multiple times.
It was going to be a long fucking day.
Rain slipped out the back door an hour or so after lunch. Wearing exhaustion and semi untamed curls, a brand of disheveled he’d never sported before. He was off the schedule they’d taken to over the last few weeks. Swiss’ lunch break was a little before two, and it was currently well past. Swiss could sigh and huff all he liked about him sleeping in and shirking his fruit picking responsibilities, as well as what he’d woefully described as ‘kiss withdrawls’, but Rain truly couldn’t be faulted for sleeping in. His sheets smelled like warm tobacco and aftershave, a little bit like hay and whatever it was truly encompassed Swiss. It was hard for rain to leave in the morning, silently hoping it would linger until he got back that night.
“Rain! I’ve been looking for you!”
Rain whipped around. Confused to see Dew running up to him from the side field, brushing debris off of his overalls. They had never spoken before, at least not directly like this. Small quips and comments when he finds himself at Swiss’ side that sound like they’re meant to be digs directed at him despite the fact Dew barely acknowledged his presence.
“I’m sorry?”
“I think we should have a talk, can you come here for a minute?” Dew kicked some rocks and pursed his lips at rain who looked more than confused. He looked around for Swiss, to see if this was one of his shenanigans or could at least save him from whatever was happening.
Dew knew their routine. Knew exactly how to intersect Rain’s path before he could go attach himself to Swiss like an overgrown leech. It was almost too easy for him to find and stop him. If Rain had any more confidence in himself he would’ve told Dew to leave him alone, return the same disdain Dew had regarded him with from the start, but he was alarmingly forward. Grabbed him by the wrist and dragged him with surprising ease towards the tractor for a bit more privacy. Less of a chance they’d be interrupted.
Dew, and the other workers by extension were far from fond of him. Swiss was the outlier. Rain knew fighting him on this would cause nothing but trouble.
“Where are you going by the way? Thought you didn’t have to do your small share of work till later.” Whatever over sweetness he’d greeted him with dropped from his tone, borderline sneering at him instead.
“Dad asked me to check on one of the cows, said she looked in bad shape this morning.” Rain readjusted the bag on his shoulder, eyes flitting towards the field with a silent prayer that Swiss might just happen to pop up. Save him from whatever he’d walked into.
“Bullshit,” Dew barely stopped himself from laughing at his lie. “He would’ve mentioned it to us, not you.” Dew crossed his arms, leaning on the tractor. Casually and subtly blocking off Rain’s easy exit back to the yard.
“Ok…Then what do you think I’m doing?” Rain scoffed and rolled his eyes. This was dumb, they both had better things to be doing.
“Considering that brown paper sack in your hands, and the little birdie that talks about you in the barn, I’d say you’re bringing Swiss a snack for his break” it’s the slight flick of his eyes that answers the silent accusation.
“I don’t see how what I do with my time is any of your business” Rain's voice was almost entirely confident, almost. The faintest waver under his incredulous stare. It was hard to hold steady when someone as intense as Dew was interrogating him like he was caught about to do something downright sinister.
“Well I just think it’s funny how much time you spend with him. All of your breaks, sneaking out to go to the bonfire, spending the night?” He practically hissed his last point. “Thought your dad didn’t like you spending too much time with people like us. Weird, huh?”
“I’m not like that, I’m not my father.” Rain felt almost guilty as dew continued to stare at him like he was disgusted. Had he really been that bad? He didn’t think he was that much of a priss before Swiss came around.
“Oh you aren’t? Rain, all you do is sit on your throne and occasionally feed the animals or pick fruit for daddy’s approval. I’ve heard what he’s said, what you’ve said.”
His face, with whatever increasingly anxious expression he’d been sporting, fell instantly. Comments from his father over the years rooted in overworked frustration when profits didn’t balance out costs, when equipment turned up broken, when the work wasn't done to his standards. Blindly throwing blame on his workers. And Rain, a teenager vying for his parent’s approval, stupidly echoed the sentiment more than once and turned his nose up at them and the work they did. Even went out of his way to avoid the lot of them at the behest of his father.
“Dew, I’m sorry…I never-“
“All I’m saying is don’t fuck around and break Swiss’ heart just because you’ve decided to enjoy the attention from the peasants” Dew spat. His tone growing increasingly more frustrated as the months or years of indignation began to finally bubble to the surface.
“That’s not-“ A finger is held up before he can begin to explain himself, effectively shutting him up before he could stammer any further.
“Save it princess, I don’t want to hear it! I’m warning you to stop fucking around with him - Swiss doesn’t deserve to be some passing fancy till you’re able to go back to that prestigious university of yours.”
Rain opened his mouth and quickly closed it when he couldn’t manage any sound. Dread filled his stomach and began clawing its way up his throat. Choking him.
Is that really what they all thought of him? Is that what Swiss thought all of this was?
“You’re a smart guy, yeah? You should be smart enough to know not to cross this clear line in the sand that you and your dad drew a long time ago. Go back to your fucking tower and stay there.”
And as quickly as his tirade began, it ended with Dew turning on his heel and storming off with his fists clenched at his sides. He’d said more than enough for Rain to get the message; none of them wanted anything to do with him, Swiss just didn’t know it yet. They all harbored a level of resentment Rain hadn’t quite comprehended apparently.
Rain didn’t walk after him. Stays rooted in place watching Dew stalk off towards the fields until the vague shape of him becomes blurry. Tears burned in his eyes. All he could do was shrink into himself and return to the house where he promptly shoved the paper bag to the bottom of the trash can. At least there, he could pretend he’d never made it to begin with.
Was he stupid? He felt like an idiot for ever thinking he could really have something as genuine as this.
Heat radiated within his chest and made itself known in the form of blotchy redness in his cheeks. He retreated to his room, bag dropped steps in front of his door in order to throw himself onto his bed like a teenage girl with a broken heart. They weren’t anything and yet it felt like his rib cage was caving in. Guilt, shame, and humiliation danced inside him. Mingled into a single sensation that made his throat painfully tight.
Rain hiccuped over a half sob, shoving both pillows off the bed and onto the floor. He didn’t need the reminder. With both pillows out of the way, he was met with the cotton candy blue shark he’d stuffed into hiding the night before. He wiped his eyes on his sleeve and pulled the plush against himself. Childish comforts.
Dew was right, telling him the things he was too selfish to acknowledge. None of them wanted him around, and maybe Swiss didn’t really either. Did Swiss only humor him because he was the boss’ son? Placate ‘the princess’ to keep his job. Dew was right. He didn’t deserve Swiss.
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one thing that took me embarrassingly long to learn is "sometimes when people say things, they will not be true."
I used to tell people about this revelation and they'd be like yeah.....duh.....but like, why wouldn't my base assumption be that you're communicating to me in a straightforward manner. anyway, I get scammed a lot.
#example: a 'friend' in middle school told me I should ask a guy out. she said 'he'll totally say yes'.#he did not. which was the obvious outcome#but it took me years to realize that she'd said that hoping to fuel some drama for her own entertainment.#ANOTHER EXAMPLE#a guy in college approached me saying that he'd been seeing me around campus but was always too shy to talk to me#and that he really wanted to get to know me#so I was like wow 🥺 romance 🥺 and hopped into bed with him#and afterward I was like what do you wanna do 😊 should we see a movie 😊 should we go out 😊#and he was like nope. byeeee.#and I realized I got bamboozled into sex#total shocked pikachu face#I'm still not the best at this tbh. I'm like 'why would this person lie to me. lying is bad'.#anyway this is why I not looking forward to entering the dating world again#DONT BAMBOOZLE ME I'M GULLIBLE
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[mob killing noises] BAM!!!!1111!!
#goodtimeswithscar#jimmy solidarity#solidaritygaming#ldshadowlady#wild life smp#wild life spoilers#life series spoilers#traffic smp#trafficblr#my art#HI THIS TOOK TOO LONG KJASDKLAJWKJAWEAWHAH#i tried to go for this very specific pop graphic style and disintegrated in the process#also the composition took three tries#very logicial thing to do 2 days before a midterm ik#HSJKDAEPFELELP HOPE U GUYS LIKE IT :D#i love the bamboys winners pov. bamboys i believe you in you together you are stronger <- incredibly delusional#listen it would be *REALLY* FUNNY#such a great team tho fr WOOOOOOO
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"Oswald's mom has got it going on" - FNAF Pit bonnie
#myart#chloesimagination#comic#five nights at freddy's#fnaf fanart#fnaf oswald#pit bonnie#into the pit#fazbear frights#william afton#I promise you this is. real scene in ITP#this totally happens#TBH I am actually curious what Oswald’s mom thoughts were during the game#LIKE I wonder if she noticed her husband was acting strange#I kinda got the impression she works too much#so she actually never hung around the pit Bonnie all that much#OSWALD GOTTA save both his dad AND MOM from this dude#Oswald is gonna get this guy#GIVING his mom demonic coodies rn#Oz my beloved i support you in everything you do 🙏🏾#especially choking out the pit Bonnie-#ALSO I’m gonna draw so much ITP I hope you guys are ready#I’m just so hooked on this game#into the peak 💜💜💜
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Everything stays right where you left it huh guys
#dimension 20#fantasy high#adaine abernant#fantasy high junior year#I loved this parallel from Siobhan#none of these guys are getting a break huh#IM ABOUT TO LISTEN TO THE NEW EP TOO#Hope nothing upsetting or unsettling happens :0)#ps I have no idea what sauce you put with strudel#I would have thought custard#but the symbolism…#THE DRAMA of a red berry sauce#I dunno guys#should I do more freshman and junior year parallel pieces?#I love you bye
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I’m excited for part two and the tags you wrote got me even more excited bc I love when cocky think their better than everyone else boys get it handed to them LOL like he’s so full of himself with the reader in chapter one so when you say he’s conflicted and she’s flourishing im like YESSSS
Oh anon it’s a ride. I didn’t even intend for it, but it’s so interesting to see King!Steve realize that maybe he isn’t the be all end all…and maybe you’re more than just his pretty tutor.
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Pain is a great motivator…
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—Full Series—
Meanwhile Toriel:
(Loud noises don't wake her up usually.)
Artist note: I’m so proud of this :))) I know it’s a lot of dialogue and reading, but dialogue is grueling work for me. I’m glad with the art and for the amount of pages I made in such a relatively short time span -w- page 5 was super fun to work on. A lot of blood, sweat, and hours here... :) The backgrounds were a big bore tbh, but I finished them! Yippie!
#CHARA WTF DO YOU MEAN “COMPUTER”????#lol i hope you guys dont hate me for what im doing in the next update.#IS THAT A MAC OS???#Yes......owo''#Kris and the Gang are LITTLE now. I've pixelated them and turned them into little game characters!#FINALLY!!#I never thought I would be going so far in the story to explain WHY Kris pulls out their SOUL and opens Darkfountains even when they killed#Berdly in Chapter 2. Pain can make people do horrible things.#Uhhhhhhhhh anyways. :3 I hope you liked it! I made this post a little too long for my liking and didnt get it out when i wanted too-#but thats okay! As long as people enjoy it :)#bread#art#deltarune chara timeline#deltarune chara timeline comic#seriously though#long post#man am I glad I switched over to the limited color palet! It helps me feel alot more relaxed uwu#This is....way over 16 hours of work q-q#chara#asriel#susie#kris#asriel dreemurr#kris dreemurr#kris deltarune#susie deltarune#deltarune#comic#my art
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Hallo Tumblr pepols, I know I'm late but have some goofy halloween stuff I drew :D
#bsd#bungou stray dogs#bsd shitpost#shitpost but too good quality to be a shitpost#bsd dazai#bsd chuuya#skk#teen skk#bsd mushitaro#bsd yokomizo#bsd hunting dogs#bsd tecchou#bsd teruko#bsd fukuchi#bsd jouno#bsd tachihara#lowk been busy so im sorreh I haven't been able to post that much#happy late halloween!#hope you guys are doing well#and yes fukuchi is the sun baby from teletubbies I don't make the rules
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um ok cool thanks for letting me know .... why are you telling me this
#yeah so on todays episode of guys who cant communicate their affections normally :#THIS IS THE ONLY WAY I CAN DESCRIBE IT. I WANT TO EXPAND AND I WILL MAYBE. BUT THIS COMIC IS HOW THEY ARE IN MY HEAD#I CANT EXPLAIN IT IN ANY OTHER WAY OTHER THAN SHITPOSTS#for some reason i cant stop making shitposts that i take 100% seriously and put alot of thought into but cant say it in any other#form than a stupid shitpost#im hoping. praying that someone gets this#WHATEVER. YOULL GET IT WHEN I DO THE DAMN THING I WAS MEANT TO BE WORKING ON WHEN I WAS DOING THIS#OH ALSO I EXPERIMENTED WITH SCARS ON LAIOS because i saw someone else do it and i think its cool#chilaios#fucking sure ill put this in the other tags too#chilchuck#laios#thats it#otherwise ill get embarassed#guhhh DO YOU GET IT DO YOU UNDERSTAND MEEE
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*if your gender and sexuality brought on different feelings, vote for whichever you want. (whichever feeling was stronger, or first, or however you want to decide).
If you’re comfortable with it, put your sexuality and/or gender identity in the tags along with the feeling you experienced upon discovering it so we can see if any trends appear with correlations between certain identities and feelings!
#i’ll go first for me it was a huge relief when i realized i was asexual#the nonbinary thing was a relief too but mixed with more anxiety#i tried to do an even spread of positive and negative emotions#but i sincerely hope none of you felt disappointed :(#queer#polls#queer polls#lgbtqia+ polls#self discovery#asexual#nonbinary#aromantic#aroace#lesbian#gay#bisexual#pansexual#demisexual#graysexual#transgender#intersex#polyamorous#polysexual#sorry if i missed any identities in the tags im just one guy#i’ll tag more as i see them show up in your answers#hall of fame
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New Family Speedrun 00:09.12 (World Record Not Clickbait???)
#deltarune#queen#lancer#rouxls kaard#comic#art#doodles#SDFJKHJKDHSF THIS IS STUPID i said it on discord at like 2AM and then went Wait Thats Funny Actually#and u know what It Is#they're both the wife actually#this is also supremely old this is like WELL over a year old#queenkaard#my art#are you guys enjoying me clearing out my drafts. i hope u are. ancient artwork... now go look at my etsy im posting sooooo much stuff 2day#its been pointed out to be that tf2 doesn't have a spawn noise. you're right. i was confusing it for the respawn cabinets which is often#directly in range of a respawning character. so you usually do hear it pretty immediately after respawning#plus its used a lot in sfm animations too dshhsjdhjsf
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“Though I never thought that it would come to this…”
#tagamemnon#epic the musical#the odyssey#greek mythology#epic the musical fanart#penelope of ithaca#penelope#odypen#a huge thanks to everyone who helped me decide on her ear type on my poll#i honestly wasn’t sure how webbed ears would turn out#but I’m happy with the result#and i hope y’all like it too#PENELOPE IS WAITING ODYSSEUS#SOMEONE GET THE MAN HOME#also do you guys think i should change her jewelry from gold to silver?? but i didn’t want her to seem too similar in color scheme to athena#i dunno
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idk if this is accurate but i’ve felt like in previous seasons riz & gorgug have been one of the inter-bad kids dynamics we’ve seen the least of & this season has been so great in that aspect. gorgug having helped make some of riz’s magic gear. riz helping gorgug with his studies. the shared birthday party. gorgug’s gift to riz being something he himself made to protect riz. riz’s gift to gorgug being something he illegally grabbed to protect gorgug. gorgug who utilizes rage to put his body on the line for his friends & riz who will take deep levels of mental stress for his friends. even though it was within the context of a joke, riz calling gorgug an “absolute sweetie.” like yea they might not be in a band together or both part of a presidential campaign team or owlbears teammates, but they’d go to war for each other, because they’re best friends.
#riz gukgak#gorgug thistlespring#fantasy high#dimension 20#fantasy high junior year#fhjy#fhjy spoilers#these kids are all so self-sacrificing but i do think riz gorgug are the most clear (& juxtaposed) self-sacrificers#riz will mentally tear himself to pieces and get lost in cases and take on ungodly levels of stress for those he loves#gorgug will use himself as a human shield. he will take hit after hit if it means his friends are okay.#and they’d both do the other thing too. riz would let himself get hit for gorgug. gorgug would pull all nighters & take stress for riz.#even if mechanically they can’t or it wouldn’t make sense. they would if they could.#also#the starstruck barry mechanic of being a guard is so gorgug. it’s soooo gorgug like that’s literally him#anyways love this tall green guy & this short green guy so much#especially because gorgug is tall & considered intimidating but protective in a deeply kind way#while riz is short & underestimated but protective in a deeply vicious way (affectionate)#i hope this makes sense but i think riz is primarily ‘i would kill for you’ & gorgug is primarily ‘i would die for you’ maybe#this does not mean gorgug would not kill for riz or riz would not die for gorgug. they both would.#but those are the primary ways their love manifests due to the nature of their strengths/personalities. To Me#idk this is all just me saying stuff when i should be sleeping 😭#sorry if i missed a riz gorgug moment in the main post btw i’m tired
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fighting back? against who? they're so happy—they've been waiting for you.
you are wonderful. don't you know that?
bonus: they play sims together :)
#running out of pre-made art for the queue… ;; sorry folks. hope you enjoy this though! you voted for it o7#utdr#wd gaster#gaster fanart#utdr fanart#deltarune fanart#deltarune#kris deltarune#utdr player#utdr soul#ney’s art#ney’s comics#if gaster was ever an enemy in the actual story i feel like it’d be like this. antagonistic but not behaving maliciously for fun#just dial up his genuine affection for the world to an extreme and make it tinged with Scientific Interest#bam. disconnected and maybe unintentional damage. baked with love from the void#… i do love a good edgy evil guy though. and the goofy takes are favorites too.#btw lowkey this is based on how much the fandom collectively (i think?) loves kris#like yes go blorbo we want to see you overcome all challenges :)#our buddy took all this trouble of taking us to build-a-vessel and someone just stomped on it when we finished :( rude
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