#If this flops. I swear on god if this flops

[miizuzu]

“What the actual fuck???!?” You shout as items close by were picked up and thrown towards the naked man on your bed.

“Wait!!! Calm down!! Let me explain!!!” Satoru shouts back as he nimbly dodge every item you throw at him, moving closer towards you. 

“Oh no you don't, stay back!!!” You tried to back away when you noticed him inching closer. 

His movements were quick, next thing you know he had you pinned on the ground. His hands on each of your wrists, knees spread on the side of your thighs. You looked him in the eye before both your attention traveled down his naked body, his cock hanging loose, almost touching you. You let out a horrified scream and your knees move up unintentionally in a defence position, accidentally kneeing him right in the balls.

He froze for a second before rolling off of you and curling into a ball, clutching his member in pain. You cringed and whispered a soft “sorry” before trying to get up and run, only to be grabbed by the ankle and falling face first on the ground. 

“Pl-please… let me… explain.” Satoru is still curled on the ground, he has a death grip on your ankle. 

Your fall had cost you to nosebleed and you covered your nose and looked back at him, “F-fine. Cover up, I don't want to see your thing again. I'm going to the bathroom.”

He nods and lets go of your ankle. You ran into the bathroom, tried to stop your nose from bleeding but decided you should call into work first. After cleaning up, you got out of the bathroom with tissue plugged in your nose to stop the bleeding. You see Satoru dressed now, sitting and waiting for you on the couch. 

You crossed your arms and leaned by the wall, “So? What do you have to say?” 

He was about to come over to you and he noticed the tissue in your nose. “Nuh uh uh, stay over there.” You insisted. He sat back down with both his fists on his lap. 

“Sorry about your nose…” 

“Are you going to explain or should I just call the police now?”

“Okay, okay! So, have you heard that 1% of our population has the power to transmog into animals? Well, I'm one of them.” 

“How the hell did you end up in the pet store then???”

“You remember me saying my best friend is the shop owner? I… asked him for a favor.”

“So you're saying, both you and that shady shop owner were in on this? He knew about you and didn't tell me?”

“Well if you say it this way it sounds bad doesn't it.” 

You let out a heavy sigh as you ran your hand to push your hair back. It was true that you know about the 1% of the population with that power but you've never known or seen anyone with it, they usually keep themselves hidden, not wanting to become outcasts. 

Now what? You didn't think you would become a cat owner and now you find out your cat is actually a person?? To make matters worse, it's the one guy you couldn't stand. It finally made sense to you, how he would just hang around you when you were getting prepared for showers. You are now hyper aware of how he had seen you naked a few times while in cat form. Your face flushed red and you didn't want to see him anymore.

“Get out, before I actually call the police.” 

Satoru slowly gets up, looks at you with big blue puppy eyes, begging you to not kick him out.

“Now!!” You shouted and he walked out of your home. 

You pinched the bridge of your nose, you felt a headache coming and you flopped onto your bed, only to be reminded of what he was doing before you arrived, you quickly kicked the covers off before settling down to think everything through. 

At the pet store, Satoru was whining to his friend. “You actually thought this plan was fool proof. You're such an idiot. How did I even let you talk me into this?” face palming himself so hard his hand could go through his head.

“Suguru, you're supposed to comfort me and help me think of something to help get her to not stay mad at me!” Satoru pouts as he glares at his best friend.

“If I get sued I swear to God I will ignore you for the rest of my life.” 

“You don't mean that…”

“Try me.” 

Satoru biting on his thumb nail, feeling frustrated trying to think of ways to get you to forgive him. 

“How did you get caught anyways?” 

“Umm… I was… playing with Jr in my human form… while sniffing her panties.”

“On second thought, you are disgusting. Get out of my shop.” 

Suguru kicks Satoru out. Satoru was banging at the locked doors begging to re-enter, when he realized he was being ignored, he left to go home. 

Satoru has a home, a couple of humongous penthouses to be exact. No one could have guessed why he pretended to be a house cat. Satoru is rich enough that he could live 9 life times and it would not even make a dent to his bank. His parents never really cared what he does, only his happiness matters to them. Which could explain why he is so spoiled and thinks he owns everything. 

He went back to one of his penthouses nearby, laid on his bed as you occupied his every thought. He had never told anyone about meeting you before, he thought you would have forgotten about it by now as well. 

The 2 of you had actually met long again, while you were about 6 years old. Satoru had not gotten used to the transmogrification yet at that time, his ears and tail would show while he was in human form. He would get laughed at by the other kids and would panic and run off. That's when you found him, hiding and crying in a bush, his tail was wagging, knocking the bush which caught your attention. 

“Whatcha doing here?” Satoru jumped at your question, he wasn't expecting anyone to find him.

“Nothing, go away.”

“Are you crying?”

“Do you not understand? I told you to go away.”

“Why are you crying? Don't cry, let's play together!” 

Satoru was shocked, none of the other kids wanted to be near him when his ears and tail were showing, they all seemed to be afraid of him. He stares at your innocent smiling face as you reach your hand out for him. 

“Aren't you… scared of me?”

“Why should I be? Your ears and tail look so cute, I love cats. I wish I could have one but my parents said no. Why don't you be my friend? You could be my cat in secret!!”

The little you thought it was the best idea ever, as you gently pet his head to calm him down. Satoru snuggle close to you, feeling your warmth and happy that he found someone who sees him as him.

The 2 of you had a secret hideout, away from the other kids. You would ask him to show you his ears and tail, and he learned to control the transmogrification just to make you happy. Sometimes he would transform himself into a cat and let you pet him to your heart's content. Sometimes he would stay in his human form and just hold hands with you as you look at clouds in the sky. 

Satoru thought the days would be like this for the rest of his life, but one day you showed up with tears in your eyes. 

“Mama said we have to move, she said papa doesn't want us anymore.”

“Where are you going to move? When??” 

Satoru doesn't want you to leave. He wants to be with you.

“I don't know where we are going, Toko? I'm not sure, but we are leaving by train tonight. I'm here to say goodbye.”

“No!! Please don't leave!! You're my only friend!! I'll be your cat! Stay!!”

It wasn't something he could decide, you gave him one final hug before leaving. Satoru was feeling down for the longest time, his parents did everything they could to try and cheer him up but nothing would work. He asked his parents where Toko was, and they were just confused. 

Growing up, he made one other friend, Suguru Geto. He told Suguru about his secret but he would never show anyone his cat form, he promised himself that form is only for you. He swore he would find you and become your cat. When he turned 20, he moved to Tokyo with Suguru, still keeping you in mind. 

Suguru worked at an animal shelter and Satoru would go and visit him whenever he got bored. He never would have thought he would run into you again. 

You were rushing into the animal shelter with a kitten in your arms, you found it shivering under a tree and decided to bring it to the shelter. 

Satoru was so happy to see you that he went straight to you and started talking, but for some reason you didn't acknowledge him, almost as if you didn't remember who he was, your attention was focused on the kitten you brought with you. He thought he had the wrong person for a second because of how cold you were towards him. But he quickly realized it was really you just by how you treated the kitten. 

He found your workplace, where you lived. Finding out that you moved out from your mom's place when she got into a new relationship, wanting to give them personal space. The only thing he couldn't figure out was what happened to you, how you've changed from the cheerful and friendly self to someone who didn't like human interactions. 

Suguru wanted to open a pet store and Satoru supported him financially. Picking the location to be between your workplace and your home, hoping one day you would notice him. 

His wish came true when he saw you, on the other side of the display window, playing with the kittens from the other side of the glass. You looked so happy and was your old self again. 

He would just hide in the back and watch you, it took months before he worked up the courage to go to your work. He was too shy to have you serve him, always just peeking at you while you worked as your coworkers prepared his order. 

It took him a long time to convince Suguru to let him pretend to be a cat waiting for adoption, Suguru had a bet with him, thinking it would never work, only for you to come in the store the very same day to take Satoru home. He fell harder for you when you put him first, wrapping your scarf around him to keep him warm, making him meals for him and always petting him.

Now laying in his own bed, he hates himself for messing everything up. He was happy with just being your cat, his greediness has cost him to lose you. His large bed feels cold and empty, already missing your warmth and your gentle pats.

You woke up in your bed, the headache knocked you out for a while. It was already around dinner time. You got out to the kitchen and started preparing your dinner. “What would you like to eat Sa-” suddenly remembers that you've kicked him out already. “Argh.” You grunted to yourself as you prepared dinner for yourself. You missed the company, it's only been a few weeks but you got used to having him around and now the house feels a little too empty and quiet. 

You went to bed and your twin size bed feels so empty, Satoru didn't take up much space but it just feels different. You've gotten used to Satoru snuggling against you as you sleep, it took a while before you were able to finally sleep. 

You felt extra tired at work the next day due to lack of sleep, you were focusing on work when you saw the white haired man enter the shop. The audacity of this guy, you thought. He got in line, he ended up at your register, you kept a smile on your face but he could feel the daggers from your eyes piercing him. He didn't try anything, just placing his regular order. You decide to change his order, putting less sugar and more coffee. When you slid him the drink and watched him take the first sip, watching his face scrunch up put a genuine smile on your face. 

He saw your smile, even if it was just for a split second, he thought that bitter coffee became sweet just because of you. He sat in the corner of the store, still watching you work as you tried your best to avoid eye contact with him. 

The next couple of days rolled by with him showing up at the shop, you intentionally messed up his drink, making it more bitter every time. He would never complain about it, always finishing every last drop even if it felt like he was dying inside. He thought he deserves at least that, with you not kicking him out and all.

You feel like you should stay angry at him, for everything that he's done. But for some reason you couldn't actually stay mad at him, you missed his constant annoying remarks, you especially missed your cat, your home just feels empty these days.

He hasn't shown up today yet and you decided to go take your lunch break. One of your coworkers came running into the break room, “Hey Y/N!!! Your hot boyfriend is looking for you!” 

‘Oh no he didn’t’ you got up ready to give him shit, only to be met with someone who you never expected. You stumbled back and the colors were drained from your face. 

“Hey babe, took me a while to find you. Did you miss me?”

@moonchhu @non-artistic-license @entr4p3 @prtty-pink-angel @nonamevenus @victoria1676 @haithamsbb @jotarohat @birdwithhat @hel1nn @undercooked-chaos-noodle @akiraneedstobefixed

story i left it with another cliffhanger >_< i didnt wanna make it too long so now u all have to suffer... i tagged smut but realized there wasnt much from this chp.. i promise next one will make it up :D

[dworkism]

⋆.˚— mha boys x support!gn!reader

ft. hanta s., izuku m., eijiro k., denki k.

scenario : their first encounters with you—a support course student—and how they slowly catch feelings for you :)

warnings : slight swearing

a/n : reader is gender neutral!! also sososososo sorry if they’re ooc :((( i might've went a little much on kiri....

Hanta first met you because he had just broken his gears to bits and pieces, and desperately needed help to fix it right away. When he entered the support course workshop, no one was there because it was lunch. He grumbled and sighed. That was until he heard your tinkering and drilling noise.

“Hey uh…” He awkwardly steps in, chuckling, making you look up from your work. “C-can you… help me… please?” He hands out his hands, holding the remains of what seemed to be his gear, now only pieces of metal and screws. He chuckled sheepishly, gazing upon your shocked face.

“How did you even…” You muttered in disbelief, eyeing the broken pieces. The response you got was another guilty chuckle. 

From that broken gear, you offered to make a new gear for him. Because of that, he started seeing you more often to test out and discuss how he wanted his new gear to be. From that, he began to catch feelings; from the way you look so focused and engrossed in your work, the way your eyes would glint ambition and adrenaline every time you saw a chance to make an improvement in your work, the way your arms looked covered in sweat, everything.

he started to bring lunch to you, because he knows you like to work through lunch. Even learned how to make those bento boxes for you (the seaweed faces always look jumbled)

he offered to help you fix a gear with his tape once. 

when you laughed at his jokes, he would be IN THE SKIES cause oh my goodness you look so cute, your laugh is so nice :(

got kinda sad cause you finished his gear, but then made excuses like; “Uhm… I think it might need some tweaks” (it doesn’t) and would say he needs readjustments just so that you can measure him again (he likes LOVES your hands touching his arms)

shows off the gear you made to his friends, saying that his gear is a blessing from the gods

found out what your favorite snack was and would always bring it with him every time he drops by

would take out his phone to secretly shazam the songs you listen to while working just so he can get into your music taste and have topics of what to talk about to you 

ORRR when he found out that you liked the same artists, he would gasp audibly and ramble on with you of his and your favorite songs

as time went by, he got bolder and threw lame ass pick up lines to you like; “You’re the screwdriver to my screw” with a shit-eating grin, and you would get caught off guard, “Hanta… what.” 

OH!!!!!!!! At first, when you first got to know him, you would call him by his last name, but that time when you slipped and said his first name, he went all giddy and giggled throughout the discussion, and would sometimes stay silent when you ask him just so that he can hear you call his name again.

Izuku stumbled upon you because you two weren’t really keeping your eyes on the road as you walked through the hallway of classes, and bumped against him as you were sketching your gear on your journal. He too, was muttering nonsense as he was trying to come up with a new power move, flipping and flopping through the pages of that dear notebook of his.

“So if combine Kamui’s move and–” THUD! Oof! 

“Oof! ...Oh my goodness, I’m so very sorry…” He got up, rubbing his head sheepishly as he slowly propped himself up on his feet. Yet, his gaze landed upon your open sketchbook; the angles, corners and curves of the equipment you sketched, and the little notes you would put by the sides of your sketch, he instantly exclaimed, “Are these your sketches?! They are amazing!!” He looked at you with stars in his eyes, pointing to the circular gear you had carefully drawn on the paper. You didn’t even get the chance to say your apologies, let alone answer his question before he gasped in realization. “You’re in the support course!” Which you only chuckled sheepishly and nodded to as a response.

After that one encounter, Izuku would always wave to you whenever you pass by him, and you would wave back. After some time, he would randomly run up to you to ask for suggestions on how he should improve his gears, and every answer you provide him always made him more amazed than before. He adored how you’re so smart, and efficient in providing solutions. He finds himself smiling every time he looked at you pondering upon his questions, he thinks the way you would scratch the edge of your hairline, or pucker your lips slightly every time you were thinking was adorable.

would ask you stuff around the support course; “Why did you decide to choose this course?” , “How do you even figure out what to fix?” so on and so forth. 

would say that he’s going to the workshop to see Hatsume, but in reality he was trying to get a peek of you working

sneaked a picture of you working with your headphones once and panicked about it in his dorm because he thought he had invaded your privacy (but he loves the picture sm)

slowly built up the courage to talk to you while you worked and would sometimes even request a small tweak to his own

gets all red whenever you smile to him and cheers to himself; ‘I talked to her! Yes! Yes!!’ (he in fact only said “oh!” and “okay”)

asks Hatsume what you like and jots it down in his notebook very eagerly

found out your favorite pro hero and gave you small charms of them to you,

like he would go up to you one day and hand you a keychain of the hero shyly; “T-this is… for you…” and when you smiled and thanked him, he went red-er than he already is.

is a huge nerd for your gears, and would always be eager to learn the way you craft them. At one point, he even asked to be taught how to fix one.

you laughed at him because he made a silly mistake that led him to be electrocuted slightly

one time you complimented his hair smelled nice, and ever since then, he never changed his shampoo brand

would sometimes zone out watching you work while smiling sheepishly, giggling quietly to himself

panicked when he overused and broke a gear you had fixed for him and apologized to you, bowing repeatedly

rambles to his mom about you, and she would just listen, nodding while smiling.

Eijiro's encounter with you was a rather strange one. The support course was assigned to observe and monitor the training grounds simulation equipment that day, along with class 1A's training. They were supposed to test out their gears that day, to see if it was durable enough to go through extreme situations like storms or rubbles. Everything seemed to go on smoothly.

You hear a faint crack from the left of where you stood. It seemed that other from testing the gears, they should've also tested the training ground first. In the middle of the raging simulated storm, the angry droplets of rain landing on top of the glass that protected you, an abstracted piece of rock flung towards you. Sharp, solid, and it looked deadly. In panic, your hands desperately hit the glass surrounding you. Your pen rang, attacking the glass. Pang! Pang! Pang! Yet your efforts seemed to be useless against the thick layers of glass.

CRACK! Hands covered your head, curled up, desperate to protect at least an inch of your head. Too afraid to look, you closed your eyes...

It has been a good few seconds, but the impact you had expected didn't graze an inch of your skin, only the slowing down wet drops of rain, the winds swinging and swaying your increasingly soaked hair, and the sound of someone's ragged breath.

"A-...are you alright...?" The red haired boy grinned, his teeth sharp like a shark's.

From that one encounter, you went your way to thank him. You gave him a small shark-shaped trinket you had made; and also some little snacks. You stuck on a bright neon-yellow sticky note; 'Thanks for saving my life :)' and that made him consider of being friends with you. (and said that the shark trinket was really manly)

after finding out what class you were in, he asked how you were holding up from the incident

even asked if you went to recovery girl (you weren't even hurt)

thanked you for the shark trinket, and said that it's very MANLY!!!

he shows off the trinket to his friends and even made it a necklace

started to request gear tweaks to you, and finds himself admiring how you handle heavy tools

despite being in the hero course, and seeing strong people everyday, he finds himself captivated by your strength

he admired the way you would put others before yourself, and would even listen to his requests about his gears

one day, he came back from training and came in to fix the gear he scratched. you gave him a bandage to patch himself up with, and that was what hit him pretty hard

started to copy the way you made him a thank you letter, and got you protein bars (lol)

slowly started to make a habit of spraying some perfume on himself before going into the workshop

one day, he built up the courage of asking you to go to lunch together with him, and when you accepted, he had to hold back a cheer

liked his smile more ever since you said it reminded you of a shark

finds himself teased by his friends because of how often he visits the workshop now

Denki had accidentally fried his brain and gear on a training. He had always thought the fried gears weren't that much of a big deal, the only difference now is that—the gear wouldn't open up, and it clasped his hand inside. It hurt, a lot. Worse, every time he tried to move, it would only tighten. After grumbling from being laughed at by Jirou and Mina, he went to the support course workshop to find anyone or anything to help him. That was when he caught an eye at you!

So over the last thirty minutes, you have been carefully twisting and turning your screwdriver over the screws that were already fixed into his gear. Your movements were slow, fearful, cautious that a sudden movement would only cut his hand off. But not for him, his eyes has only been looking at how your tongue stuck out from the corner of your mouth as you slowly tilted your head to reach the screws on his gear. It made him snicker. Occasionally, you would even ask him stuff to distract him from the pain.

"Did that tighten?" "No" were the two lines that echoed between the two of you. You would make sure he was okay, and he would nod his head or say yes. From that gear mishap, you tested out different tools and spare parts that are able to stand high voltages of electricity, and so, naturally, he was also there often to test those out. He finds himself slowly having faster ba-dump's in his chest every time you would tend to him after he short circuited, or warned him to slow down, or how warm your hands were when you took off the gears from his arms.

would purposely short circuit himself so that you tend to him

sometimes would sneakily charge your phone with his quirk while you weren't looking

says he doesn't understand how to use his gear (it has the exact buttons from his previous ones)

"can you demonstrate it please" "it's more complex now that you've made modifications on it"

found out what food you liked and would just "accidentally have it" while he visits like; "Oh you like sweet bread? Such a coincidence! I have one right now!"

makes nicknames for you like; "wow you're such a tech wizz!" or "robot brain"

gives you his keychains and pins and say that "they remind me of you so might as well give it to you" while shrugging nonchalantly

loves to make you laugh, and would sometimes short circuits on purpose for that

would invite you to lunch with him and his friends, and after you left, he would ask them; "See? I told you all they're amazing"

likes to draw you in his notebook when he's bored of listening to the teacher

got really happy when he knew what songs you like, and started learning them on the guitar

either throws the weirdest pick up lines ever; "you're like the yee to my haw" or the most POETIC line ever; "I like that your hands are as warm as summer on my skin" like huh....??? :D

would clip your loose hair back whenever he's sitting beside you when you're working

dworkism | do not repost!

a/n : yaayy i hope this was goodd, becaauusee this is my first time writing multiple characters so i hope i didn't stray too far from their characters :)

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[screaminglygay]

I get it now

pairing: wanda maximoff x reader

summary: wanda refuses to watch arcane - until she secretly does, and suddenly, she knows way too much

warnings: swear words, just some teasing!

word cout: 1.6k

an: hiii!! I’m back… kinda? Is anyone still here? Hehe. It’s my birthday today, so as a little gift, here’s a fun fic for you all! And yes, before you ask, I am still obsessed with Arcane, thank you very much. Enjoy! 💕

“Baby, I love you, but the game is horrible. I’m not gonna watch it.”

Wanda’s voice is soft but firm, the kind of tone that usually means she’s made up her mind. She’s curled up on the couch, her feet tucked beneath her, holding a cup of tea with both hands, since today is very cold day. Her eyes meet yours as you stand before her, hands mid-motion from your very animated explanation.

You freeze. “Okay- no, I mean, yeah. You’re right. The game is… questionable at best, but that’s not the point! The show, Wanda, the show is amazing.”

Wanda exhales a small laugh, shaking her head. “You say that about a lot of shows.”

“Because I have great taste,” you counter immediately, climbing onto the couch beside her. “But this one is different. It’s... it’s like a painting came to life, but with an incredible story, deep characters, and emotional damage.” You start to move your hands around once again.

Wanda quirks an eyebrow, “emotional damage?”

“Yes.” You nod. “The best kind... not the best kind the worst kind actually, but you get me."

She takes a slow sip of her tea, eyes still locked on yours. “Mhm.”

“You’re not convinced.”

“Not even a little.”

You groan, dropping your head onto her shoulder. “Wanda, please. I just want to share this with you. You don’t even have to like it! I just- I want to hear your thoughts. I want to see you react.”

She hums thoughtfully, setting her mug down. “Let me guess. You won’t spoil anything for me, but you will keep talking about it whether I watch it or not?”

“…Yes.”

Wanda chuckles, tilting her head against yours. “Then I guess I’m in for a lot of Arcane talk, huh?”

You lift your head, grinning. “So much. An ungodly amount.”

She sighs, but there’s no real negativity behind it. Just fondness. “I suppose I can live with that.”

You beam at her, leaning in to press a quick, enthusiastic kiss to her cheek. “You’re the best.”

“And yet, still not watching it.”

You huff, flopping dramatically against her. “For now.”

...

And you were right. After listening to you ramble about Arcane night after night, Wanda finally gave in. She told herself it was just curiosity, just a way to see what had you so captivated. It wasn’t good, no, definitely not. But it was interesting. And, let’s be honest, for you? Wanda would burn the whole world down. So watching a show? That was nothing.

Wanda sat on the couch, remote in hand, staring at the Arcane title screen like it had personally offended her.

“God, I better not regret this,” she muttered to herself before pressing play.

At first, she was skeptical. The animation was… different. Not what she expecteed. Yet within minutes, she found herself absorbed. Powder and Vi were adorable, their sisterly bond tugging at something deep in her chest.

“Oh no,” she mumbled when things started going south. “This isn’t gonna end well, is it?”

Then came Vi. Grown-up, all muscle, all attitude. And Caitlyn. When Vi pinned Caitlyn down with that stupidly confident smirk and purred, "You're hot, Cupcake," Wanda’s mouth actually dropped open.

She blinked. Rewound. Watched it again.

“No wonder why (Y/N) likes this show,” she muttered, shaking her head but unable to stop herself from grinning.

And then she kept watching. And watching.

The fights? Incredible. Ekko’s moment with the stopwatch? Breathtaking. Jinx? Oh. Oh. Wanda had to pause for a second, just to take in how heartbreakingly messy and brilliant she was.

Days passed, and she kept sneaking in episodes whenever she could, inching her way through the series. Every time you brought up Arcane, she played it cool, just nodding along, letting you ramble, acting as if she was still clueless.

But inside? Inside, she was counting down the moments until she finished it. Until she could finally drop the act.

And then, one evening, after the final episode rolled credits, she sat back with a satisfied sigh. That’s when she heard the front door open.

She didn’t even realize she was smiling until you walked in, took one look at her, and narrowed their eyes. “What’s going on?”

Wanda quickly wiped the grin off her face. “What do you mean?”

You squinted, stepping closer. “You’re smiling.”

“I just made dinner for my love,” she says casually, gesturing to the kitchen as she stands up, walking there.

You eye her as you set your things down. “Okay… but what´s the reason?”

Wanda just smiles, pulling out your chair for you. “I just missed you very much.”

You narrow your eyes, still not entirely convinced, but your heart flutters at the softness in her voice. "Alright, charmer," you mumble, sitting down.

Dinner is warm, cozy, Wanda asks about your day, listens intently, and there’s something about the way she looks at you tonight that makes you feel like the most important person in the world.

When the plates are empty, you stretch with a satisfied sigh. “You cooked, I’ll clean up.”

Wanda doesn’t argue. Instead, as you start washing the dishes, she drifts toward you, leaning herself against the counter beside you. Close enough that you feel her warmth. Close enough that your brain starts short circuiting just from her presence.

You try to focus on the dishes, but her eyes are on you, her smile teasing.

You swallow. “Alright, seriously. What’s going on?”

And that’s when she leans in, just enough for her voice to drop a little lower, enough to send a shiver down your spine.

“You really think I needed all the guards at the Hexgates?”

Your hands freeze in the soapy water. Your breath catches. Your brain? Completely malfunctions.

Slowly, you turn to her, eyes wide as if she just dropped the biggest plot twist in history.

“Oh my god.”

Wanda just smirks.

“Oh my god.” You grip the edge of the sink, staring at her in shock. “You’ve seen it.”

Wanda laughs softly, and that’s when it fully hits you.

She’s seen it. She’s seen Arcane.

And you? You’re about to lose your damn mind.

Your hands are still frozen in the soapy water, your brain struggling to catch up. “You actually watched it?”

Wanda hums, tilting her head, turning the water off. “Mhm.”

“For real? Like... the whole thing?”

“All of it.”

You gasp dramatically, turning fully to her now, water dripping from your hands. “Okay, okay, thoughts! What did you think? Did you like the animation? What about the fight scenes? And the music?! oh my god, the music- wait, who’s your favorite character? Oh! And what about-”

Wanda places a hand on your arm, squeezing gently. “Slow down, baby.”

You blink up at her, but you’re practically vibrating with excitement. “You do like it, don’t you?!”

Wanda’s lips curl into a smile. “It was good. Really good.”

You let out a tiny, victorious squeak, bouncing on your toes. “I told you! I told you it was amazing!”

Wanda chuckles, crossing her arms as she leans back against the counter. “Mmm. I should’ve known, considering how obsessed you are.” She gives you a look then, one that instantly makes your stomach flip. “Though, I gotta say… After seeing Vi, Caitlyn, Sevika, Lest, Mel…” she clicks her tongue. “I’m really not surprised you like it so much.”

Your face burns. “Wanda- ”

“I mean, Vi pinning Caitlyn down? Sevika with her whole arm thing? Mel just existing? Interesting taste you have, sweetheart.”

You cover your face with your hands. “I hate you.”

Wanda laughs, all smug and amused, before gently tugging your hands down so she can see your flustered face. “No, you don’t.”

You huff. “Okay, but who’s your favorite?”

She pretends to think, tapping her chin. “I liked Ekko a lot. But…” She glances at you with a knowing smirk. “Vi was fun to watch.”

You groan. “I knew it.”

Wanda laughs again, leaning in just enough that her lips brush your cheek. “Relax, you’re still my favorite.”

Your face somehow gets even hotter. “Oh my god, stop.”

“Make me,” she teases, grinning as she presses a kiss to your temple.

You swear your brain completely short circuits, and all you can do is melt into her touch, heart full, stomach fluttering, and utterly, utterly in love. Just when you think you’ve recovered from Wanda’s relentless teasing, she tilts her head, pretending to think. “You know… maybe we should also get the hexstrap, no?”

Your entire body locks up.

Your head snaps toward her so fast you’re surprised you don’t get whiplash. “WANDA.”

She just shrugs, all casual, like she didn’t just say that. “What?”

“How do you- how do you even know about that?!” Your voice cracks in the middle, and you feel the heat rush straight back to your face.

Wanda grins, leaning in slightly. “My sweet sweet thing,” she says, voice smooth, “I am on social media.”

You let out the most indignant noise, covering your face again. “I hate it here.”

Wanda’s laughter is absolutely wicked. “I mean, it is a very interesting concept…”

“DO NOT FINISH THAT SENTENCE!”

She just smirks, resting her chin on her hand as she watches you suffer. “What? You don’t want to be my Cupcake?”

You dramatically exhale, “I cannot believe you.”

“Oh, come on,” she purrs, stepping closer, her fingers grazing your arm, “you love that I watched it.”

You let out a high pitched, flustered sound that is absolutely not a whimper. “That is not the point!”

Wanda just leans in even closer, voice dropping to a whisper. “But you do want to get the hexstrap, don’t you?”

You roll your eyes, shoving her playfully. “I am not having this conversation with you!”

Wanda laughs, catching your wrist before you can escape. “Mmm, fine,” pressing a kiss to your knuckles. “For now.”

You groan, head dropping back. “I hate you so much.”

Her lips curl into a smirk. “No, you don’t.”

And unfortunately… she’s absolutely right. You love her. So much.

Spoiler alert: you did received the hextrap later and you loved it.

This was so fun to writ:P thank you for reading!!

[2pndr]

Update + Sneak Peak For a Winter Wonderland

So that smut is in development hell. And not coming out anytime soon.

Instead have a little look at "Secret In a Winter Wonderland" which is now my primary focus.

It just sits there. Menacingly.

A reflective abyss on your bedside table, pulling your gaze in, swallowing it whole. Its surface is dark, still, resolute, offering up nothing but your own tired reflection.

Your elbows press into your knees, fingers interlocked, chin resting lightly as you watch. A restless sort of stillness settles over you, like a held breath, stretched thin. You tell yourself it’s ridiculous—this quiet expectation, this fixation on a single moment. And yet, here you are, transfixed, as if sheer willpower could make the inevitable happen just a little faster.

You stare into the abyss, and the abyss stares back.

Time slows. Your mind stills. You achieve a brief, bastardised nirvana—one born not of inner peace, but sheer unrelenting anticipation. 

Your heightened state of awareness sharpens every detail around you: the distant hum of the heater battling the cold, the way the floor creaks when you shift your weight, the faint ticking of a clock you don’t remember ever buying. You can even smell your own existence—morning breath, yesterday’s worn clothes, and the distant, ghostly trace of whatever your neighbor was cooking at fuck-it-O’clock.

Not that any of it matters. The world outside could be crumbling, sucked up into the sky and you’d still be here, watching. Waiting.

Then—a familiar tune, handpicked by you. A tremor, shivering through the table. You see it. You feel it.

The abyss stirs to life, and you’re met with what you’ve been waiting so anxiously fo—

Hyoon is live: glorp

“OH COME THE FUCK ON!”

You groan, flopping backward onto your bed, phone still clutched in your hand as Hyoon’s stupid little ‘glorp’ notification mocks you from the screen. The worst part? You don’t even remember following Hyoon. Was this some algorithmic curse? Some divine punishment for the hubris of hope?

You glare at the abyss. The abyss sneers back.

And you swear to god it’s flipping you off.

With a sigh, you swipe the notification away, telling yourself it’s fine. It’s not like you were waiting for a message from Minjeong or anything. 

….Okay, you totally were.

She was probably just busy, right?. Or sleeping in. Or—God forbid—had actually forgotten.

A childish concern to be sure. But one that torments you anyway.

You shake your head, trying to push it down. It’s not like you’re entitled to a text. You’re not even dating. You’re just… close. Close enough that the silence this morning feels off. Close enough that your past five mornings have come to revolve around this one, singular moment.

So, you do the only reasonable thing: bury yourself beneath the covers and pretend none of this is happening.

For a minute, it almost works. The warmth of your blankets, the lingering sleepiness clinging to your limbs—it all lulls you into a state of half-consciousness, where the world is soft and Minjeong exists only in vague, glowing, adorable impressions. The sound of her laugh, the way she hides her face when she’s flustered, the warmth in her eyes when she—

Ding-dong.

The fucking doorbell.

You groan, dragging yourself out of bed with all the enthusiasm of a man heading to the gallows. Who the hell even—

Knock knock knock.

Followed by a pause. And then—

Knock knock knock knock knock knock knock.

You grit your teeth. Whoever it is, I swear to God—

“I’m coming!” you snap, voice sharper than intended. The knocking stops immediately. But just as you reach the door, you swear you hear a faint giggle on the other side.

The door swings open, and—

“Surprise!”

Minjeong.

She stands there, cheeks flushed from the cold, snowflakes clinging to her white hair. Her navy coat is buttoned up to her chin, and her scarf makes her look impossibly cozy. Her smile is wide, bright, her voice honey-smooth with that teasing lilt.

You blink. Your brain takes a moment to process.

She wasn’t ignoring you. She was here.

And then she lunges.

Before you can react, she wraps her arms around you, her face burying into you. It’s abrupt—too quick for someone as shy as Minjeong usually is—but her grip is firm, almost desperate. Like she’s been holding onto this impulse for days and finally gets to give in.

You hesitate for half a second before your arms come up to reciprocate. Maybe it's just your imagination. Or maybe absence really does make the heart grow fonder, because she’s warm. Too warm for someone who was just trudging about in the snow.

It takes you a moment to realize she’s not letting go. Not immediately. Not like a casual greeting. Instead, she lingers—like staying here, just like this, feels right in a way neither of you want to break just yet.

“I missed you,” She mumbles into your chest.

And you missed her. But you just hold her tighter, letting your arms say it for you.

She lingers. Long enough that you feel her breathing even out, long enough that the cold on her coat fades, long enough that when she finally pulls back, it’s slow, reluctant—she dosen’t quite want to let go.

Her hands hesitate at your sides, fingers curling like she might change her mind and stay just a little longer. But then she exhales, a quiet, almost imperceptible sigh, and steps back, tucking a stray strand of white hair behind her ear.

Minjeong looks up at you, her expression unreadable for a moment—something between embarrassment and contentment. Then, like a switch flipping, she schools her face into something more familiar: light, teasing, joyful.

“Now,” she begins, the corners of her lips curling as if nothing had happened, “are you ready for today, or do you need a few minutes to stop looking like you just rolled out of bed?”

*

See you with the rest soon!

[rylem33]

Being Supportive

Olivia had everything. Perfect hair, perfect body, perfect face. She was the kind of girl people tripped over themselves to impress. Guys wanted to date her. Girls wanted to be her.

But none of them really cared about her.

That’s why she loved Riley.

Riley was the only person who didn’t treat her like a prize to be won or a status symbol to be envied. She wasn’t afraid to call Olivia out when she was being dramatic. She didn’t fake-laugh at jokes just to stay in her good graces. She didn’t try to use her for popularity or clout.

No, Riley was real.

And Olivia needed that.

“Ugh, he’s texting me again,” Olivia groaned, flopping onto her bed and shoving her phone toward Riley.

Riley took one look at the name on the screen and snorted.

Olivia huffed, running a hand through her golden hair. “I just hate how guys act like I owe them something just because they think I’m hot.”

“Well,” Riley smirked, kicking her feet up on Olivia’s bed, “that’s the price of being a goddess, Liv. I mean, really…how dare you exist?”

Olivia shot her a look, but there was a hint of a smile tugging at her lips. “You’re the worst.”

“I try.”

Olivia rolled onto her stomach, propping her chin on her hands. “Seriously, though. You’re the only person I can actually relax around. Everyone else is so fake. They either want something from me or they just tell me whatever they think I want to hear.”

“Well, lucky for you,” Riley said, stretching her arms behind her head, “I’m too lazy to put in that much effort.”

Olivia laughed. “You’re such a dick.”

Riley grinned. “Yeah, but I’m your dick.”

“You wish,” Olivia teased, nudging her.

Their laughter filled the room, easy and unfiltered.

But then, as Olivia shifted to sit up, her phone buzzed. She barely glanced at the screen before snatching it up, suddenly very interested in whatever was there.

Riley raised an eyebrow. “Ohhh, what’s this?”

“Nothing,” Olivia said quickly, but the way she tucked her hair behind her ear and bit her lip said otherwise.

Riley smirked. “Liar. You only do the hair tuck when you’re trying not to freak out.”

“I do not,” Olivia protested, locking her phone and tossing it onto the bed like it hadn’t just made her entire night.

Riley snatched it up before Olivia could stop her, dodging a halfhearted swipe. “Oh my god, it’s Trevor?” she gasped, reading the name on the screen. “Liv, you’ve been stalking this guy’s Instagram for weeks.”

Olivia groaned, burying her face in a pillow. “Shut up.”

Riley grinned. “I knew you liked him. You kept saying you were ‘just looking’ at his posts, but nobody ‘just looks’ at shirtless gym selfies that much.”

“Okay, fine,” Olivia huffed, still hiding her face. “Maybe I like him. A little.”

Riley cackled. “Oh my god, you’re so crushing.”

Olivia peeked out, glaring. “Say one more thing and I swear to god…”

Riley wiggled her eyebrows. “You gonna text him back, or are you just gonna keep staring at your phone and sighing dramatically?”

Olivia snatched her phone back, cheeks slightly pink. “I was gonna play it cool, but now you’re ruining it.”

Riley smirked. “Uh-huh. ‘Playing it cool’ is exactly how you ended up panic-liking one of his posts from six months ago.”

Olivia groaned. “I told you that was an accident!”

Riley laughed. “Sure it was.”

Olivia rolled her eyes, but she was smiling. She glanced back at her phone, staring at Trevor’s name like it held the secrets of the universe.

But then, as Olivia shifted to sit up, something white and lacy caught Riley’s eye.

“God, I don’t know how you deal with it,” Riley said, flopping onto Olivia’s bed and grabbing a pillow to toss at her best friend.

Olivia caught it effortlessly, flashing that effortless, movie-star smile. “Deal with what exactly?”

“Those,” Riley gestured toward a white lacey bra tossed over Olivia’s desk chair. “That thing looks like it weighs a ton. Can’t believe you have to lug ‘em around all day.”

Olivia smirked, stretching her arms over her head, deliberately pushing her chest forward. “It’s a burden, really. A curse.” She sighed dramatically.

Riley rolled her eyes. “Yeah, yeah, I get it. Must be so hard being you.”

Olivia wiggled her brows. “You wouldn’t understand, Flatty McNo-Boobs.”

Riley gasped in mock offense and grabbed another pillow to throw, but Olivia dodged, laughing. “Seriously, you’re lucky you don’t have to deal with guys staring at your chest every five seconds.”

Riley smirked. “No, you’re lucky. At least when you trip, you have airbags.”

They both burst out laughing, but before Olivia could fire back another tease, her phone buzzed on the nightstand. She glanced at the screen and groaned.

“Ugh, it’s my mom. I gotta go deal with this. Be right back.” She stood, still grinning. “Try not to steal my bra while I’m gone.”

Riley snorted. “Yeah, that’s exactly what I’m gonna do.”

As soon as Olivia left the room, Riley glanced back at the bra, still draped over the chair.

She smirked to herself.

“I mean… how do girls wear these things all day?”

She picked it up, running her fingers over the soft lace. It felt ridiculously delicate compared to the sports bras she was used to. Holding it up in front of her, she stared at the cups, shaking her head.

“Jesus, it’s like carrying two little backpacks on your chest.”

Grinning, she pressed it against her shirt, mimicking how it would look on her.

Then, in a blink, it was on her.

“What the?!”

Her breath hitched as a warmth spread through her chest. It started as a tingling sensation, like static running over her skin, but then it intensified.

Heat flooded her body. A tightness in her chest. A pull at her skin.

She gasped.

Her arms trembled as the world shifted around her. The fabric of her hoodie suddenly felt tighter…no, not the hoodie, her.

Her body was changing.

She stumbled forward, gripping the edge of Olivia’s desk for support. Her fingers felt strange…longer? More delicate? Her nails, bitten and short, stretched into perfect manicured ovals.

Her breathing turned ragged.

She looked down.

Her oversized hoodie was being pushed forward.

Her chest, her flat chest, was now swelling, rounding, filling out the cups of the bra.

Her waist pinched inward, her hips flaring. A tug at her legs. Her jeans shimmered, morphing into something shorter.

Her sneakers melted away, replaced by something tall, strappy…heels?

“No. No, no, no…”

The room spun. Her head felt foggy. She reached up to her face, feeling her softening jawline, her plumper lips. Her short, messy brown hair cascaded over her shoulders in soft, flowing waves.

“Aaaahhh!”

She screamed.

The door burst open.

“Riley?! What…” Olivia’s voice caught in her throat.

Riley was standing there, panting, her hoodie half-off, exposing the white lace bra wrapped snugly around her very full chest.

“What the fuck?” Olivia whispered.

Riley looked up, breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling with each panicked breath. Her lips parted. She wanted to say something, to beg for help, but when the words came out, they were sharp. Cold.

“Oh my god, Liv, could you not look at me like that? You look like a total idiot.”

Her own eyes widened in shock. That wasn’t what she meant to say.

“I, I didn’t…” she stammered, trying again.

But instead of an apology, her voice dripped with venom.

“Jesus, do you always have to be so needy? No wonder guys only put up with you for a few weeks before moving on.”

Olivia flinched. “Riley, what the hell is wrong with you?!”

“I..” Riley clamped her mouth shut, pressing a hand to her lips. She had to explain, had to tell Olivia that this wasn’t her, that she couldn’t stop it.  

Instead she scoffed. “Like, what did you think was gonna happen, Liv? That someone was gonna actually care about you?”

Her stomach twisted in horror. No. No, no, no. I didn’t mean that!

But the words kept pouring out, each one sharper than the last.

“News flash, babe. Nobody gives a shit about you. They just like staring at your tits and pretending you’re interesting.”

Olivia’s face went pale. “Stop it!” she snapped, her voice shaking.

Riley’s body trembled. I want to, I swear I want to! But instead of stopping, she laughed…laughed… like this was the funniest thing in the world.

“God, you’re so pathetic,” she sneered, voice filled with cruel amusement. “I mean, I always knew you were shallow, but it’s kinda sad how much you need people to like you. Like, what happens when you finally start to age, huh? When you’re not the hot girl anymore? What’s left?”

Olivia took a shaky step back, hugging herself. “This isn’t you…”

Something twisted in Riley’s stomach.

But it wasn’t guilt.

It was… excitement.

The fog in her head didn’t feel like a trap anymore. It felt good. Like stretching sore muscles, like shedding something heavy and useless.

She straightened, rolling her shoulders back, reveling in the way her body moved. Every little shift of her hips, the way her curves pressed against the tight fabric of her clothes. It all felt right.

And the way Olivia was looking at her? Like she was scared?

Oh, that felt amazing.

A slow, knowing smirk curled on Riley’s lips.

She tilted her head, running a manicured hand over her stomach. “You’re right, Liv,” she purred, her voice smoother, richer. “This isn’t me.”

She flicked her hair over her shoulder, letting out a soft giggle.

“Call me Ria.”

And god, she loved the way that name felt.

Olivia was still staring at her, wide-eyed, like she was waiting for Riley to snap out of it.

But why would she?

Why would she ever go back to being… that?

Ria turned to the vanity mirror, running her hands over her perfect curves, admiring the sheer power that radiated from every inch of her. The way the bra hugged her body. The way her hair cascaded in glossy waves. The way her lips, plump and irresistible, curled into a knowing smirk.

She was better now.

She turned back to Olivia, tilting her head. “You know,” she mused, her voice dripping with condescension, “you really should be thanking me.”

Olivia’s breath hitched. “For what?”

Ria’s smirk widened. “For teaching you a valuable lesson.”

She strolled over to Olivia’s nightstand, plucking her phone up. Olivia didn’t even try to stop her.

With a flick of her perfectly manicured finger, Ria unlocked the screen and scrolled through Olivia’s messages. A low chuckle escaped her lips as she skimmed over them, finally stopping at one name.

Trevor.

The boy Olivia had been pining over. The one she was too nervous to text back, too afraid to make a move on.

“Pathetic,” Ria muttered, shaking her head. “You really thought he wanted you?”

Olivia tensed. “Stop.”

Ria ignored her, her smirk deepening as she tapped out a message.

Hey, Trevor. It’s Ria.

She glanced up at Olivia, relishing the horror creeping into her expression.

“I mean, let’s be honest,” Ria continued, tossing herself onto the bed like she owned the place, “Trevor was never going to take you seriously. You were just a pretty little ego boost for him. Someone to flirt with when he was bored.”

Olivia’s hands clenched into fists. “You don’t know that.”

Ria laughed.

“Oh, please,” she purred. “He liked you.” She tapped her fingers against the screen. “But he’s gonna like me so much more.”

The phone buzzed in her hand. A message flashed across the screen.

Hey, Ria. Didn’t know Olivia had a hot friend. What’s up?

Ria grinned, twisting the knife. She turned the screen toward Olivia, letting her see it.

“Oh, Liv,” she cooed, faux sympathy dripping from her voice. “That must sting.”

Olivia’s breath was shaky. “Why are you doing this?”

Ria’s smirk grew sharp.

“Because I’m willing to give him what he wants.”

She started typing.

You free tonight? Thought we could have a little fun.

Send.

She sat up, stretching her arms over her head, relishing the power she had now.

Trevor’s response came almost immediately.

Damn. Yeah, let’s meet up. Send me your address.

Ria grinned, tossing the phone onto the bed beside Olivia.

“Guess I have plans.”

She stood, smoothing out her skirt and grabbed a top from Olivia’s dresser.  Putting it on, she turned toward the door.

“Riley, please.  No!  Don’t go!” Olivia finally found her voice, desperation creeping in.

Ria paused in the doorway, looking over her shoulder with a wicked smile and winked. 

“Don’t wait up, babe.”

[sturniololuvz]

I cant rmb if you wrote one like this or if it was someone else's I read but you should do a fic of y/n sneaking out. maybe they catch her when she's trying to sneak back In after being out (ignore this if you've already done a fic like that lol)

i loveeee this idea!!! thank you! hope yall like it , I LOVE THIS SO MUCH

“Busted by the Triplets”

Sturniolos x sister - 16

Warnings: yelling , drunk , sneaking out

The cool night air nipped at Y/N’s skin as she carefully swung her legs over the windowsill, heart hammering in her chest. If any of her brothers found out she was sneaking out, she was dead.

Living with the Sturniolo triplets meant three times the overprotectiveness, three times the lectures, and three times the chance of getting caught. But she was not about to miss this party.

With one last glance at the darkened hallway behind her, she gripped the edge of the window, took a deep breath, and jumped.

The party was wild. Loud music, flashing lights, the scent of something questionable in the air. Y/N wasn’t usually the rebellious type, but for one night, she let loose. She danced, laughed, and after a few sips of something she probably shouldn’t have had, the world felt a little lighter.

Time slipped through her fingers like sand, and before she knew it, her phone buzzed.

2:03 AM.

“Shit.”

Panic sobered her up—a little—as she stumbled out of the party and started the trek home. The streetlights were too bright, the quiet of the night too loud, and her slightly tipsy brain struggled to keep her feet steady.

By the time she reached her house, adrenaline had fully replaced the buzz. Carefully, she grabbed onto the trellis below her window, hoisting herself up. One leg over. Then the other. Almost there.

She grinned as she reached for the windowsill, proud of herself—

Click.

A bright light flashed on, blinding her.

She froze.

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

Her stomach dropped.

Slowly, hesitantly, she turned her head to see Nick standing in the doorway, arms crossed, looking absolutely pissed.

Before she could even think of an excuse, Matt appeared behind him, rubbing his eyes.

“Oh, hell no.”

And then—of course—Chris stomped into the room, looking ready to murder someone.

“You have got to be fucking joking,” he snapped, glaring at her as she half-hung through the window. “Are you drunk?!”

Y/N opened her mouth, but nothing came out. She was so, so screwed.

“I—”

“Get in here before you fall and die,” Matt groaned, grabbing her wrist and yanking her inside. She stumbled onto the floor, cheeks burning as all three of them loomed over her.

Chris ran a hand down his face. “Do you have any idea how much trouble you’re in?”

Nick shook his head, pacing. “Sneaking out? To a party? What if something happened to you?”

“It didn’t,” she muttered, standing up. Wrong move.

All three of them immediately caught the slight wobble in her stance.

“Oh, my fucking God, she’s drunk,” Chris deadpanned.

Nick’s jaw clenched. “Sit down.”

“Guys, relax—”

“Sit. Down.”

She plopped onto the bed, arms crossed, refusing to meet their eyes.

“You are grounded for the rest of your life,” Matt declared, shaking his head.

Chris scoffed. “Oh, at least.”

Nick sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “We’re talking about this in the morning. But if you ever—and I mean ever—sneak out again, I swear to God—”

“I won’t,” Y/N mumbled, feeling way too exposed under their glares.

Chris folded his arms. “Good. Now go to sleep before I lose my shit even more.”

Y/N sighed, flopping onto her bed as the boys filed out of her room, still grumbling.

As the door shut behind them, she groaned into her pillow.

Yeah. She was never living this down.

[quotidianish]

southern nights

Have you ever felt a southern night?

[inkclover]

been feeling hella tired… so i drew prismo being tired 💃 😔 🛌

rough sketches below the cut:

first art of 2024 and its the fruity wall stickers fellas… HUZZAH

[cirrusea]

I finished Rebels and I am soooo normal about them rn

[sulfur1c-4cid]

draw your fav as this/silly

can you tell i didnt use any guidelines and i dont know how to shade

insp

[starvrat]

crowley :3 redraw of/based on muchas "morning star"

[jonathanbyersphd]

Stranger Things + Tumblr Text Posts pt 34 (Jancy's Version)

[akkivee]

GOOD MORNING TO THEM

[ghostorbz]

Hyperfixation merge of the year

WELCOME TO UNDER THE (DEEP) CUT WHERE I SHOW UOU COOL BEHIND THE SCENES STUUFFFFFFF

I tried my best here to replicate the splatoon art style, I'm not sure if that really shows but I tried! Either way this was really fun, especially doing the shading on Deis hacker jacket. The tentacles were also very fun!!! I love drawing splatoon tentacles :3

When I had this idea I thought it woulldd be a good idea to have like image things AND IT HELPED A LOT!!! I tried making their outfits and stuff match them, this process took 2 hours,,, although I am VERY set on the weapon choices. They would all use these no doubt in my mind. 2B charger main canon and you cannot convince me otherwise!!!!

You might be thinking where my drawing of 2B and Hank are since I have references of them, so here it is in an unfinished state. I didn't have the energy to finish it as the first drawing took 5 FUCKING HOURS,,,

2B looks very cunty. At first Hank looked cunty it was so so bad,,,

Here's cunt inkling Hank aand Sanford with his eyes showing more, look how cutie pie he is :3

I had SO much issue with Hanks tentacles. I mentally debated giving him tentacles for over 30 minutes. Ultimately deciding to give him them but it didn't look right,,, I might not even finish the second drawing anyway though

Here's some more screenshots I took whole drawing, if you're wondering I was watching lavendertownes creepydrawsta series and a video playlist of every deep cut song!

[benedictsvestcollection]

PSA

Everyone go see The Fall Guy ASAP I promise you you won't be disappointed.

[louisisalarrie]

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