#I've discovered sketching in pink makes me very happy

[darkforze]

Bastard.

[dennydraws]

Le Tag!?

Last Song: Indila - Love Story I've recently discovered this song and the piano version has been living in my head for a while now. I occasionally replay it at work while imagining fluffy scenarios... :")

Favorite Colour: Pinks forever!

Last Book: Mamnik ... a Bulgarian author book which I really, really wish it would get an EN translation some day cause it was such a good thriller mixed with slavic mythology!

Last Movie: Sonic 3 (It was so good... T^T)

Last TV Show: Severance Season 2 (I'm still watching it!)

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: Savory and Spicy! Ironically, I'm not a sweets person :D;; Very little sweet does the trick for me.

Last Thing I Searched for Online: ... Suikoden 1 recruitment guide cause I forgot where Maximillian and Sanchez show up.. :D;;;;

Current Obsession: SUIKODEN!!! Replaying my childhood faves which shaped me as an artist and writer is a big thing for me. Seeing the series being revived makes me hopeful that I may in fact see answers to some questions! I'm at the final boss of Sui1 and I'm so happy with the love and care the remasters got...

It also made me look through old drawings I did as a kid. Back when I had just finished Suikoden 2 for a first time and I immediately went to make some OCs and write a story inspired by the game and to this day I consider it one of my most beloved works xD; It's been...well, about 20+ years now, I want to redraw some of them and re-read my notes. Obviously my writing was what you'd expect from a 15 year old but it's still near and dear to my heart. Maybe I'll share some of the redesigns when I get to them... :'D;;;

Looking Forward To:

Starting Suikoden 2 this weekend! My fave game ever... T^T

Redrawing some old characters! I'm hungry for traditional arts! And I bought some copic ink refills cause some markers started to give in...after over 5 years no less.

Walking more now that the weather is getting better! I've been thinking to try listening to audiobooks cause I have about 40 minutes walk to work every day :D;; and I rather listen to something better than cars passing by.

Sketching Chapter 16 of The Sneric Comic... with Suikoden into my hands, I may take a bit to get back into the head space for it again but I'm excited to resume it cause next chapter is so satisfying!

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Tagged by: @spotofmummery Thank you, friend ~

Tagging: @pjarox @sunnyluma @luridel @celestialspark @yoiku Anyone who wants to go for it!

[mytwistedspaces]

The Flower - the true story of Chiara and Vally (part #2)

A short novel by Luna (Max G.)

Summary: Where you will learn how time flows right when the besties are together and you’ll discover that for Vally, “on her own terms” means much more than sex.

(click here for part #1)

At Vally's place, we talk about everything. About the things that would really make us feel good. About sketches for Bethesda, a job at Rockville, throwing a party together in the very center of London. Everything falls into place when we're together. Time straightens out and gains – I don't know – some kind of meaning. According to the Pip-Girl – our artificial friend – this happens when Vally and I are both in the region of space dominated by our little wormhole. So close to the singularity inside it, that it finally makes the flow of our emotions stable. And lets us act in sync, protecting each other. I don't know how true that is. I've never been good at emotional relativity. But it's an explanation I like.

Ding (Ugh... it's Mom) «Will you be back for dinner?». «I'm staying at Vally's. We're going to the movies». Ding «Don't be late». «It's Saturday tomorrow». Ding «Don't be late». «Okay». I toss my phone aside.

One minute. Two minutes. Three minutes.

DING (...damn. Mom again!)

«Oh, can you sit still? It's going to look like shit...». «It's Mom stressing me out!». «So answer her, come on. I'll keep going after». She caps the mascara bottle. She pretends she's cool, but it's clear as day that she's annoyed. I've ditched her too many times by now. I look at the message. Now Mom's going to tell me to come home. Something's probably gone wrong that's made her upset and she'll want to hold on to me.

Ding Ding (Oh God!!! I'm coming, Mom!)

I pick up my phone. «Are you sleeping over at Vally's?». I check again. «Hey. Everything's fine here anyway. Are you sleeping over at Vally's?». It's all real. «Can I sleep over at your place?». And I hold the phone up to my girl's face as proof. «Hell, yes!!!». I text Mom right away. «hell yes! Vally says it's no problem». «We won't be late! Promise!! LY. LY.», I add, immediately, with a boatload of hearts. Ding «hell yes! love you!», replies Mom instantly.

No way... this really is a whole different universe.

«No way, Chiara... why are you stressing? Your mom suggested it! She's HAPPY. You're saying it's a different universe? I'm saying this is our universe». «So...». «So... deal with it!». Vally's eager to change the subject. With great ceremony, she parts the sea of makeup from the one of wax strips and unveils the surprise: two little tickets still without names. On the glossy side, black card stock glows pink with a touch of purple. On the back, tonight's date and the dry stamp of the Sin's inner club: a flower. «OMG. Are they letting us in?». Vally nods. Then, dead serious, she writes our names on top. «How did you do it?! God, I want to hook up with Mariano too!». Her eyes sparkle when she looks at me. «Babe, Mariano didn't give me these. I earned them myself». «And how'd you earn them? It's a super-exclusive DJ set. Invitation only». Then a thought hits me. «You're sure about this, right? You're not bringing me to a DJ escort, are you?». «LOL. What are you talking about? Look... if you're not coming, I'm going by myself. But then, there's no way you're crashing at mine again». I sniffle. Oh no! Oh no! She's right. This is our universe. «Don't even try it, okay? I'm coming. No way am I missing it, clear?», I declare solemnly. I take a deep breath, spread my arms like Jesus. «Bring on the mascara, sister. Ad Victoriam!». Vally cracks up. «You just gave me the perfect idea for a little touch-up to tonight's outfit».

(continue)

[bisectro]

2024 art summary

It's been a wonderful year for Pinks and Blues. In honor of probably the most creatively active and fulfilled I've ever been since 2018, I figured I'd make a blog style recap. This is a blog after all.

I did a 6 page colored comic, did an animatic (another full colored MV in the works. More on that later) and discovered that I LOVE making things move. Comics, I love you, but I think my passion lies in the gratification of making videos.

I also cleaned up my itch.io page and uploaded a digital sketchbook! It's mostly reflection ttrpg related. Participated in two more zines (Marcanne zine and Empower Zine) this year, oh me oh my.

I also did some artfight! Wahoo to artfight!

I ran a TTRPG session for the first time?????

I mean I played many ttrpgs as a player before, but GM-ing?? This was me swimming in uncharted waters, at least for me. I have been going about making a ttrpg from scratch, but how could I do that if I haven't played every game I could get my hands on, or at the very least, get over my stage fright and RUN A GAME.

After mulling over the idea of wanting to run a game for years, I finally gathered the courage to do it when I found Sentiment TTRPG.

What is the Sentiment system? Sentiment is a tabletop roleplaying game with a focus placed squarely on the emotions and complexity of each character without too much mechanical bloat. The goal of the game is to give players tools to understand their characters as people and to give all participants an understanding of the other characters at the table. And then it's also built to, if you so wish, put those characters in incredibly stressful or dramatic situations just to see what happens. How does it work? It’s an ultra flexible ttrpg system using d20s, d6s and the primary colors. Sentiment is a system that handles combat quickly and entertainingly, but the focus of this game isn’t just big climactic battles. Those same rules can easily and elegantly handle sled races. Fishing competitions. Jousting on the moon.

Source: Sentiment TTRPG patreon - About section.

Here's the blurb for my own campaign if you're curious:

On an asteroid far away, 4 crew members get dropped off with the mission of building a restock station 7.8 light-years away from Earth.

Uses Sentiment system rules. Content warnings: heavy workload, death by asphyxiation, death by crushing, and drowning.

So I gathered up my bowels, rolled up my sleeves and decided to port a mixture of mechanics from Oxygen Not Included, Chicken Invaders, Wolf 359, and Signalis into the Sentiment system and see how it worked.

My conclusion? It went well!!! I feel very fulfilled. I'd probably run another similar game that is set in either the water, or the desert. I have a few ideas for those already. Possibly going to run a Heart: The City Beneath campaign. That could be something for 2025 me to write about.

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Animatics

It all started with a Spiderverse edit by JaQenka. It was set to an audio clip of Americano by Lady Gaga.

I recall working really hard on my college paper at the time and was just about fed up with it that I started sketching out really cool scenes from me and my friends' written reflection ttrpg roleplay. I told my friend "hey. Give me a deadline. Make sure I get this done by Wednesday." and I took off.

One day I'll polish this, but for now I am sooo happy with how it turned out. Like oh my god the transitions?? The coffins popping up as soon as Rosetta and Finn clashed blows?? The.. BULLETS RICOCHETING??? maybe I should endeavor to be a VFX artist.

Anyways, while we're still on the topic of Animatics here's what you ought to look forward to, Animation-wise

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Animation

After my very ambitious endeavor with Americano FlowC animatic, I set my sights onto tackling a New ambitious endeavor. This time instead of being OC focused, I plan to highlight the Reflection's main characters and what they did in Act 1. It will be set to the music of the RPG meme. Kind of like a Promotional Video of sorts, as a way to give back to the many things this show and the Stabbyness crew inspired me to do.

The reason why I talk about it is because I have been working on it for 2 months as of writing this and I'm pretty committed to making it real. Here's what I have to show for it. Currently in various stages of thumbnailing, compositing, and style tests.

For 2025, hopefully* released around the time Act 3 of Reflection TTRPG drops.

*I say hopefully. because as of Writing this (november 25th), apparently I am also writing a school paper that's taking up all of my time and energy. (future pen editing this here: Yeah... No that's too hopeful. I'll try anyways).

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Solitare Deck

Various side projects are being worked on while I am studying for college. One of them is the custom card deck for my RP group.

Occasionally pausing them while I power through commission work. Me and my friends discussed what our characters would likely be on a solitare deck and made a list. The deck, as I show it to you, is unfinished.

With hope, I will continue to make them as 2025 goes on. Art is a continuous process, after all.

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Bluesky

So let's talk about twitter. I had an account that I ran from 2018. It's how I found and met the friends I talk to now.

A few years ago, I stopped doing Homestuck art. This is for numerous reasons, the main one being is that "I am not having fun anymore."

Coupled with the undesirable side-effects of twitter's new ownership meant that all the growth in numbers that i had are null and void; No one interacts with my interests, art posts, no one reblogs, retweets, or expresses their appreciation for other artists (I comment on every post I can that has touched me, which I encourage people to do).

I also found out that I got shadowbanned for not posting on twitter for a year. So like, okay, I cannot be found. What now?

I needed a fresh start. And I've been getting a good of a start as any on Bsky. I've been getting to talk to new people there and have fun and praise people for showing their works to me, and IN TURN I get inspired.

It's my wish that people continue to talk and talk and talk and talk the good talk. Please be respectful, and please encourage each other. That's the kind of world I want to live in.

Closing Words

I want to mention that even though I posted a lot of my own Visual art here, I've been writing just as much in private.

I've decided that I wanted to revisit some old darlings of my past--namely Bakugan -- and incorporate new things into my worldview (dungeon meshi, witch hat atelier, amphibia, gundam unicorn) and see which sticks

This year has been a year of processing and synthesizing different things. I'm trying my best to consume and digest other peoples' creations and a part of my whole being. Spiritfarer, FFXIV Endwalker, Signalis, Reflection, Look Back, and my own friends' creations. I Love You!!!

You're all a part of me now, a part of my art, and the way I walk, talk, and eat.

It's been a very scary year, a lot of personal things happened that I would rather keep close to my chest. That's super why I am very thankful for all the people who helped me whether it's through inspiring me through their works, or paying it forward by including me in their projects, or even giving me their best wishes. Thank you!

as a person who has had to write a 48-page research paper last month, this post isn't that long to me. But it's long for some, so I thank whoever reached the end.

I'll continue to make art. And I'll continue to Yap. #theYapper ✌

[bincognit0]

out & about + self-discovery.

what a day.

first, we dropped off our fur baby at my parents. it truly felt like we were dropping our kid off to have a proper date night. next, we hit this small diner. the bar sitting wrapped around the kitchen. service was quick and it was a unique experience. we ended with some apple pie, by then I was too stuffed. but, the ice cream was amazing.

another major component to our date was the film, poor things. i was deeply intrigued by all the buzz. to be honest, i very much wanted to watch anyone but you. but, i wanted to keep that to myself. truthfully, i wanted to pick the movie that would make me seem the most interesting to my husband. and for once, i'm not mad at that. we had to drive back to our city to be able to watch it because all the seats in downtown were already sold.

before we left, we stopped for a quick coffee. the place i wanted to go to was part barbershop and park coffee shop. and, that right there should've been my sign. to begin with, parking was a bitch and the neighborhood was sketch. once inside, the place had an odd smell. it was a weird mix of hair and coffee, except it produced an odd scent resembling neither. also, the bathroom situation sucked. it just felt exposed. not tucked away in some hallway. i didn't like it.

we drove in traffic for some time until we finally arrived to a nearby theater. the film was terrific. i'm so happy i went down that route. my husband and i went into it blindly and we were more than happy with the outcome. we enjoy doing that, and more often than not, it yields good results. afterwards, we stopped to pick up wine. when we got home, we started the docuseries, twin flames on netflix. it was crazy. we watched the first episode with popcorn, and moved on to watch forgetting sarah marshall.

it is now nearly 4am and i can't sleep. in my restless condition, i began to look for light pink blushes. i have a medium skin tone, so they either look ashy or somehow too orange. buying any makeup requires a bit of research as a brown girl. i succeeded and i can't wait to try them. i also went overboard and bought 5 charlotte tilbury lipsticks and one lipliner. some are minis so, i don't feel too bad.

i mean, i don't feel too-too bad. looking good is an investment well worth my money and time. i feel good and then my husband can't get enough of me. today, i got all dolled up again, only this time-i experimented with my look. i wore these low-rise true religion flare jeans, a black cropped tee, black cardigan, and platform boots that made me look like a bratz doll. my hair and makeup was done to the nines, and i had a cool red italian leather purse to seal the deal. i was on cloud nine.

i finally took out some of my winter wardrobe. it's finally cold enough to use it, only to discover that it was not what i anticipated. in my mind, i thought i was to unpack all of this heat. i was wrong. i only found some items i liked, some to hem, some of my staples and basics. this happens a lot. i have struggled with personal style for a very long time. my husband had to help me pick my outfit because i was doing a god-awful job at it.

i want to change that. i can feel myself connecting to my femininity. i also feel like dropping some acts. i used to think making somewhat cringey jokes to emulate cringy things (?) was funny and now i don't feel like doing that. that probably sounded weird, but sometimes i use the stupidest humor and i've realized most people go with it, but now, i can totally see them laughing at me when i'm not around. i just feel like being more cool, calm and collected? i hope it lasts. maybe its my age? like something finally clicked?

[skysometric]

New look, same old blog!

welcome to a wholly improved skysometric.co! after years of dreams, sketches, redesigns, code, and slamming my head against the wall, i've finally fulfilled my dream of having a blog that matches my design language. i'm so excited to put it to good use as the front page for my creativity and journaling 💖

the blog's still based on tumblr, using a new custom theme. in truth, it's just a heavy edit of the default theme... and quite a mess of one, at that! but hey, it looks and works great, and isn't that all that counts in the end?

(speaking of which, are you reading this on the tumblr app? come check out the new site!)

About the redesign

on the left menu are links to my main sites, and core tumblr links like the askbox and archive. there's also a theme toggle for light and dark mode – i'm especially proud of how the dark theme turned out! the light theme needs a little work, but i think it's a good start to improve on in the future. oh and btw, these animations for the menus opening and closing? they're pure css, even on mobile~

the right menu has featured tags to browse stuff i've made and written, as well as a search box for anything not featured. tags are a core part of the updated site, serving as collections of art and writing – so they have extra prominence both in the menu and at the bottom of each post. all my most important tags have icons that are loaded dynamically based on their name! and any tags that don't have an icon use the default hashtag. i'm really proud of all the design work that went into it, and i'll show off the icons on their own pretty soon ✨

posts themselves can be blue, purple, or pink, matching my main color palette. the color is based on the post id! so each post's color is always the same, whether you're viewing it on the front page, tag pages, or the post itself.

Design history

this updated blog has been four years in the making, surviving both my name change and multiple iterations of my design language – yet somehow, it still looks just like my years old sketches. i'm impressed at how much i was able to rework and carry forward with me, especially with how many of these ideas felt like dead ends at the time!

that early screenshot at the top is from waayyy back when i was considering moving away from tumblr. it was very tempting to self-host and "own my data" as they say... but i would miss out on all the social features like reblogs. plus, on tumblr people can follow me and see all my posts in the app, as well as on my site – what's not to love? so even though the site's time may be past, i'm sticking with tumblr until they literally nuke it out of orbit~

Cleaning up, carrying forward

i've had this blog for nearly ten years now, and the way i've used it has changed tremendously over that time. what started as my first foray into social media turned into a space for sharing things i found that made me happy, sharing my philosophies and outlook on life, sharing my struggles through college and burnout, and now sharing my journey discovering my voice as a person and a creator. so now that i'm a new person with a new voice, i should probably clear out all those crusty old cobwebs and start fresh, right?

not a chance!

if anything, i went back and made sure my old posts look just as good as my new ones, cleaning up tags and backporting my new code to work with old tumblr post layouts. i want to carry my history forward with me! for all these years this blog has been my journal, and even though my journaling changed with time, that core purpose hasn't. honestly, after all the cleaning, i'm inspired to return to those old methods of journaling – share more of myself, share more of what makes me happy, be more free and open and wild ✨

(that said, some of those early posts were especially raw! those have been archived for now. maybe i'll remake the sentiment behind them someday...)

My promise to myself

in the wake of college i realized i was posting less here on the blog; this redesign was an attempt to give it more importance, so that i would use it more. but what i didn't realize was that i was posting less due to burnout... and i stalled out on the redesign, also due to burnout. a double whammy! so i used my blog less than ever, and it languished for years.

on top of that, giving my blog more importance made it more of a Serious Website™ in my head, a place where i had to put my best foot forward at all times. that made me want to post here even less, only when i finished some big or important project! but my blog was never intended for this – i've been posting random nonsense since the beginning.

so what started as a promise that i would use my blog more, became a promise that i would make my blog A Big Deal. and that's not healthy for me! so i stepped back and re-evaluated. first, i started consciously calling this place my journal, to make it a sketchy and rough place with intent. second, i ultimately decided to redesign it anyway, with a new promise: to make it somewhere i'm proud of posting more often, no matter what those posts look like.

and with that promise fulfilled, i'm ready to get back to journaling 💙

[who-ever-said-i-was-nice]

Hello there ~ Congrats on 100! 🎉💕 I'm so happy for you!! I was wondering if I could request a match up for Ikevamp. I'm fairly new to Tumblr and this is my first match up request so I'm a bit nervous since you are literally the first person I will have interacted with on here 😅 but I love your writing! If you are busy or have a lot of requests or anything please don't worry about it or overwork yourself! It's a lot of work and I totally understand!! Also edit, I'm really sorry in advance. This was way longer than I intended.

I am a bi female. I am an Aries but I am close to the cusp (April 18th). I don't typically associate myself with most Aries traits outwardly though since I am really shy and reserved, but internally I can see it as I am competitive with myself and a major perfectionist. But I'm low-key chaotic as can be like I'd identify myself as chaotic good since I'm just a mess with good intentions 😂 I am an INFP-T personality (which is scary accurate to me) if that helps any!

I am very short, only 5' tall and I am slim with overall small/petite features and frame. I have medium/dark, warmer toned brown eyes and auburn wavy/loose curly hair. I am very pale but have a lot of small freckles on my face and body. I've been told I look a lot younger than my age I think since I have a round face and am overall a small person. I'm very friendly and smile a ton but I am shy. I get big "eye smiles" whenever I smile and tend to blush a lot cause nerves. I've been told I tend to smile a lot and because I'm a shy, vv awkward person, my go to whenever I meet up with literally anyone is to smile out of nervous habit so people tend to think I'm overly friendly or approach me but in reality I'm a nervous boi.

I study landscape architecture and wildlife biology in college rn so I really love art and nature! I want to do habitat restoration after college. I especially am interested in plants and often go hiking and identify plants as well as do botanical drawings.

I am interested in both math and science as well as art. I enjoy watercolor painting as well and I am interested in illustrating children's books if landscape architecture doesn't pan out 😅

Besides that I have an obsession with extreme love for cats. I'm not ashamed to say my cat is my best friend, she is perfection 😂 I love anything living though thats not a person. Plant, animal, insect, they're all so wonderful to me and I tend to feel more comfortable around animals and nature than people.

My favorite color is a pale pink, I really love light, cutesy things. But my personal style is very retro academia. I wear a lot of clothes from the 60's and 70's or inspired by then. I really like fashion and fashion history.

My favorite food is spaghetti with just cheese. I may be an adult but oh well,, some plain ol spaghetti just hits the spot every time. I love baking and cooking though and have a sweet tooth. I used to decorate cakes in high school and I enjoy creating my own recipes and desserts.

I like to daydream, play video games, drink tea, sketch, read, and listen to music as well. I also spend a ton of time outdoors enjoying nature. I love trivial and fun facts. I want to gain as much knowledge as I can about the world.

I don't like things that are too loud I suppose. I'm a pretty easy going person but I am very nervous in crowds or places that are too loud. I'm also afraid of storms and I'm not fond of extremely dark places either. I don't like failing/faltering or embarrassing myself, especially in academics. I am extremely nervous talking to large groups or meeting new people as well, I prefer small, more personal interactions. While I enjoy talking to people it's just really hard so I don't usually unless they reach out to me first. I also hate conflict and drama (unless I'm not involved, then bring the popcorn). But any conflict is a big oof for me.

In a relationship, I really like surprise hugs and signs of affection. Sudden surprises create a sense of excitement which I really like to have. I like the idea of a relationship feeling new, passionate, and exciting, despite being together for awhile. I don't like gifts necessarily since I feel uncomfortable receiving things, I prefer sharing special memories. I'm not huge on PDA, I feel uncomfortable if someone is too clingy around others, especially my family or someone I know since my family is pretty conservative. But if we are alone, I love tons of affection and little acts of love. Hugs from behind, a small brush of our hands, holding pinkies, light kisses, and lots of smiles just make me melt, ugh tiny gestures are so cute. Communication is very important to me but not my strong suit, I tend to shy away from issues and trip over words I don't mean, but body language is very important and I think can be better for me and for my partner to understand.

I would like to be able to enjoy a comfortable silence with someone while we both read or do something while holding hands or just touching in some subtle way. I would love to be able to escape my perfectionist front that I have around others when I'm with my partner and be able to make really silly, dumb jokes and have lots of laughs. I love the idea of joking around while loosely holding each other. I present myself very seriously but I'm a big goof and rather dorky and like to have fun but romantic interactions.

Also it would be a plus if they love or at least tolerate kitty cuddles with me and my cat. My cat is such a baby, she's constantly in my lap or following me around so we are a package deal basically 😂

I'm sorry this is so long, and I hope it is enough for you as well!! Thank you so much for opening up match ups too! If you need anything else let me know! Take care of yourself and congrats!! 💕

It’s perfection don’t worry. Thank you so much for sending the request. I hope you are taking care of yourself too and everything is good.

Anyway I matched you with.....................

                                                            ............Isaac

HA BET YOU DIDN’T SEE THAT ONE COMING!

oh you did?

ok I’ll stop

Isaac is a very curious person much like yourself

he loves discovering and learning new things

and that is the first thing Isaac noticed about you to be honest

sure he saw you and was like Damn she gorgeous but that was about it

however when he discovered that you are also a curious but little nervous bean he started opening up to  you

neither of  you like crowds and loud people who disrupt your concentration, so usually you spend your time in the library

sitting together in silence and reading

loves that your cute and blushy

even tho he’s exactly the same

as you got closer he started noticing more and more things about you

how your eyes would lit up when you passed certain plants in the garden

how you would hum to yourself and dance around thee kitchen a little when you thought nobody was looking

he loved everything about you from your adorably freckles to your reserved yet charming personality

it too him a long time to confess to you

a long time and a lot of pep talks from Leo

in the end he forgot everything Leo said and confessed to you in his own way

after that oh boy

you are the definition of inseparable

he’s new to this so you have to give him a little time to get used to it

after he’s comfortable he’s very affectionate

more in private but still

will give you surprised  hugs all the time

whether it’s that he walks up behind you and hugs you while turning apple red God if Isaac was here he’d kill me for that pun or him walking and scooping you up and plopping you in his lap in the library as you both get into some book

totally gets that you don’t like going to very crowded places

BOOM your wish is my command Isaac will almost always take you to fields of beautiful flowers so you can hang out, goof around, have a picnic and the stargaze

Isaac will pull you close or just hold your hand while explaining a few things about the constellation, after you will just enjoy the silence as you bask in each others company, while gazing up at the starry sky

he holds you pinky

finds it super cute and usually blushes harder than you even though he initiated it

holding your pinky is a personal thing for him

he finds it reassuring

you’ll just be walking and all of a sudden Isaac intertwines your pinkies

he’s anxiety on legs and holding your pinky is his way to tell you that in that moment he’s scared, anxious or just extremely nervous

you usually hug him and kiss his cheek

holding your pinky can also be that he loves you and hopes he’ll be with you forever

it depends on the situation, but he likes telling you he loves you like this

he has a surprisingly good sense of humour and likes to goof around with you

loves your cat

he wasn’t much on a cat person before, but your cat likes o play with Harry and he thinks that’s really cute

all in all you guys have a really good relationship

Ok now i have to pour some water on my head

CUTENESS OVER LOAD

Lia .exe has stopped working

That’s it! I hope you enjoyed and I hope you are well! Once again thank you @uwu-catlin for the request and the compliment. Love you 3000!

[miraimisu]

This past month I've been reading nonstop kacchako fanfics. But all I want rn is to read some sort of au where they are already adults. Can u do #92?

I don’t usually read much adult casual kacchako, so this was a bit of a struggle? I liked this prompt a lot because it allows one to explore a bit of Bakugou’s character. Thanks for sending it in, and hope you enjoy it! ♥

Once, Bakugou had time and space for himself. It wasn’t something he really noticed, but something he had like humankind breathes: it’s unnoticed, unvoluntary, and you only know you once had it when it disappears from your life. And it’s not like he was dying, drowning, or something like that– actually. he wasn’t really sure what to do with this newfound discovery.

He had just seen a bottle of her shampoo by his. White against orange. Citrus against something sweeter, a scent he definitely loved but couldn’t really name. Was it caramel? He didn’t fucking know, but a part of him was dying to discover.

And yes, this was a petty matter compared to all the things that had been going on inside his head at that moment– he had lots of paperwork to do, a meeting with a Kirishima for some field improvement and there was this kid causing trouble among some citizens. Before he had dwelled on how much that kid reminded him of himself back in more innocent days, that fucking shampoo bottle had appeared in his peripheral vision.

And really, he couldn’t stop thinking about it– because the more he looked into his stuff, the more things he found that didn’t belong to him, but Uraraka. He looked at his hairbrush– there was hers. Clothes? He had a few of her scarfs and some sweaters had ended up at his apartment, the same way that she kept some of his shirts and sweatpants. 

Before he seen it coming, tons of her things had ended up at his apartment, and his had gotten mixed up with hers at her apartment. This discovery left him speechless for a second, he stopped drying his hair to peek at the shampoo bottle and glare– glare because that damn thing had made its way into his place and it was making him think, and he hated thinking so deeply.

But he still did anyway. Now that he thought about it, Uraraka had been with him for a long time. And yes, this word formation was frightengly accurate because Bakugou took his sweet time to ask her out formally, and finally admitting to having real deep feelings for her took another decade. Imagine how happy and relieved Uraraka was to know that pining over him for that long had been worth it.

This also brought to his mind how much she had dedicated to their relationship. Uraraka had been the only person he knew who had been willing to stay up with him until late sunrise to watch some of his favourite movies, and even then he knew she despised the genres he picked. Sometimes, he’d do it on purpose to see if she was staying for the fun or for him, which prompted his interest in her.

She had also had to suffer his uncontrollable fits of ire towards her best friend, which once ended up in a heated discussion behind the arcade building. 

“I can’t believe you dared to hit Deku with a controller!”

“I can’t believe you almost didn’t let me hit the bastard with the controller!” retorted he, arms crossed. He looked at her stiff figure, and there was no way she was backing down from this. Oh, this was gonna take long. “He was too damn close to you, Uraraka! How did you expect me to hold that in?”

“Why are you so territorial? I am not going to start making out with Deku if he brushes my arm, for crying out loud!”

That earned her to be pinned against the brick walls, his red irises stunning hers with an impecable force of rage and passion. “Don’t you even dare bring such scenenario up. That loser ain’t touching you anytime soon.”

She folded her arms. His closeness wasn’t eliciting any kind of alarming reaction from her, as she was already used to his proximity in all kinds of ways. “It’s not like I’m going to throw myself to his arms when you turn around… or maybe I will?” she peeked from under her lashes to find him literally fuming at the thought. Uraraka giggled. “I at least gave him a good beating. I don’t see you bringing that up.”

That made him smirk, showing an astounding amout of teeth that gave her all kinds of lovebites all over her body. “I didn’t fucking expect less from you.”

After a good laugh and something about her not going to pull away from Deku as he wanted, he shut her up – as he did often when she talked too much – with a searing kiss that left all kinds of atrocities on her pearly skin. But that was another story.

Yeah, sex was amazing too. But he didn’t want to end up crazier than he was already with all her stuff around him– it seemed like everytime she dropped by, she would leave a goodie around. And every single motherfucker of them was starting to pop up from nowhere, he hadn’t seen them coming, and it was driving him nuts.

It’s not like they were a hassle. In fact, they were everything but. She would sometimes make dinner for him and bring her own kitchen gear to his place– they were easier to work with, she would always retort, but her voice was so chipper and excited that he would always forget to tell her about taking her things with her.

Some made him remember she had been there with him: sleeping on the couch, on the bed, on the floor (crazy night, other story). And he didn’t know why he was so needy for her presence, but Bakugou wasn’t very bothered with needing her. Heck, her being gone would be a real problem.

Which prompted the next question. What was he going to do now?

He could do two things: he could gather all her things into a box, drive to her apartment and drop them there in a casual manner (extra points if he got to see her and some morning kisses from her) and then leave, the message loud and clear that he needed privacy– but this wasn’t what he really wanted, not at all.

In fact, he wanted more. Day by day, her presence bore into him like a knife, twisting inside his guts as to not let the wound close, her presence only digging more and more into his heart until he was no longer the same man.

That had happened long ago. All his friends knew about this, how he had changed and they actually praised him for keeping a girl like Uraraka by his side. They were already full-fledged adults, but some people still kept on nagging at him with how surprising it was that a man like him had ended up with a girl like her.

It sometimes scared the shit out of him. And those times would drive him to her apartment, which smelled like home having spent so many nights there, so she could kiss his fears away.

Still, no temporary arrangement would work anymore, which led him to the second option. And this final option scared him, intimidated him– it had him cornered for two damn hours, his head pounding with responsability and all the risks of asking, of suggesting, all knowing that she was a carefree, independent individual. 

After many minutes of final rechap, he decided that he was gonna ask her the final question that night, or as he liked to refer to it, drop the bomb. He had called Kirishima over for some couseling and the redhead had wholeheartedly agreed to the decision and even went to his apartment so he could see Uraraka’s damages in it, grabbing some goodies– when his hand reached the fabric of one of Uraraka’s bras deep inside his closet, Bakugou gave him a hell beating.

He had still tried to give him some advise despite his several swelling injuries. “Just be yourself, but without so much swearing and trying to be nice.” then, he shook his head. “Actually, just be polite to her and you’ll have her in your hands like goo.”

Another slap sufficed and Kirishima shut up for the remaining time before his date with Uraraka. He was wearing his best tie, best shirt, best pants, and best shoes. His shirt arrived wrinkled, a bit sweaty, pants slightly undone and tie unkempt. Of course Bakugou couldn’t let perfect things near him remain perfect– after all, his swearing habit rubbed off on Uraraka and he swore he felt like a parent when he chided her.

This was instantly proven right when she saw him coming. She was wearing that pink and black dress he adored with her lips coated in light gloss. Perfect clothing to get rid off meeting kissable lips. This was going to be a perfect night.

“You’re a bit late, you know.” reprimanded her, arms crossed in an adorable pout. “You sure took your sweet damn time. I would swear you were punctual when we started going out.”

“Stop bitching about it.” he swung his arm over her shoulders casually as they walked along the riverside, on a bridge. “I am not that late and I bet my ass you just got here.”

“Meanie.”

Turns out that a few meters ahead, there was a board full of papers, numbers, and local festivities, all in shining colors that easily caught his attention. However, right in the middle of the wooden thingy, a photo of a big house in the outskirts of the city, mildly cheap, all clean and just in the fucking actual middle, as if meant to be seen by him–

He thanked whoever was behind this for mercy, blessed luck, and made her stop.

“Do you like this house?”

She looked to her side, eyes diverting from the upcoming bonfire to look at the house in question. There was a kind smile sketched on her features as a spark lit up within her irises, and Bakugou smirked. This was a pleasant reaction. “It seems cozy, and I like the colors. I had eyed it a while ago.”

She deemed the conversation to be over and marched on without him, but she could only walk a few steps away before his hand shot out and dragged her to him. 

It was now or never. 

With all courage he had been gathering all these years– the courage to fight villains, the courage to ask her out, courage to fight monsters, courage to fight against his own fears. Suddenly it all came down to this, but the question was asked leisurely, shaking slightly.

“So,” Bakugou smiled at her, more nervous than he thought he would be. There was this awkward edge to his voice, suddenly afraid to look at her. What if she said no, what if she rejected the idea? “wanna move in?”

Because her things were almost his, because his apartment smelled like her and the sheets of his beds twitched in her absence. He needed her, wanted to wake up to her bedhead and morning lazy kisses, spend those boring Sunday afternoons together watching cheesy movies and hit the bed right next to her– right where he belonged.

Right where she belonged, her space being his, too.

Two months later, the mailbox of this very same house had their names written in cursive letters, and her shampoo bottle sat beside his for days to come.