#My rainboots are red

[chickenisamazing]

Okay it's supposed to rain tomorrow morning so

[mysterygrl20]

are we doing a sexy shoot?

WHO LET FUEANG ON STAGE TO SING

[violentbisexuality]

if i dont dress like an unsupervised child once a week i fear people will mistake me for the adult that i actually am

[toytle]

⚡️Baby Barry of Two Worlds⚡️

a celebratory post for my flash fig from the justice league childhood set!! i had to draw him w my own version of kid barry, i think they would get along ☺️

[ID in alt + below cut]

IMAGE 1: 2 versions of kid Barry Allen running alongside each other towards the viewer, the first Barry being a fan interpretation and the second being based off of an official figure. Fan Barry has short wispy hair with wing tufts behind his ears. He is wearing a white polo shirt and jean shorts, accessorized with a bowtie, various bandaids, and white light-up shoes with wings. Figure Barry has short spiky hair and dons a red hoodie with a lightning symbol and matching earpieces on the hood, accessorized with yellow gloves and rainboots. Fan Barry smiles and says, “Race ya!” Figurine Barry smiles back and responds, “You’re on!”

IMAGE 2: Both Barry’s have switched clothes. Fan Barry pulls the hood up by the earpieces and asks, “So how did you do the ear parts?” Fig Barry responds, “My mom helped me with it! Or… our mom? How did you get your hair to look like wings?” Fan Barry responds, “My mom just cut it like that. Our mom? Your mom? Wait, no, my mom. I used to do something else for it though,” and hands the Fig Barry winged hairclips. Fig Barry reaches out for it and goes, “Oooh…”

IMAGE 3: Both Barry’s are admiring their new outfits. Fan Barry pulls on the hoodie to look at the lightning symbol and says, “I like that you have so many lightning bolts… It’s *hehe* ELECTRIFYING.” Fig Barry responds, “Thanks! I guess I just had a SPARK of inspiration. *hehehe*” He adjusts the winged hairclip in his hair and continues, “I see that you SPREAD YOUR WINGS with a different theme.” Fan Barry responds, “Honestly, I was just WINGING it.” He scrunches his face in a self-indulgent snicker and Fig Barry bites his lip to hold back a laugh, before succumbing to a fit of giggles.

IMAGE 4: The Barry’s take their new outfits for a run. Fan Barry has added various lightning stickers to Fig Barry’s boots. Fig Barry looks back at his shoes lighting up and goes, “Woah! I just noticed that your shoes light up!” Fan Barry beams and says, “Yeah, it helps me run faster!”

IMAGE 5: Barry figure next to a strawberry sign that reads: BERRY GO ROUND.

IMAGE 6: Barry figure running across a blue sky.

IMAGE 7: Barry figure on a ferris wheel at night.

[vryfmi]

book!l&co character lineup

finally finished extended version of my L&Co designs, based on their book descriptions! it took months, but im happy with the results

ID of designs + thumbnail-sketch under the cut

[image ID: two digital drawings of characters from Lockwood and Co books, done in semi-realistic style, black lineart and plain colour against grey background.

image 1: from left to right there are full body drawings of George Cubbins, Anthony Lockwood and Lucy Carlyle. George is standing facing left, slouching, he's looking at the viewer with indifferent expression. he's fat, light-skinned and has medium length fair hair. George's wearing round glasses, red t-shirt, baggy jeans, unzipped grey hoodie and sneakers. he has a grey sport bag in right hand and a black messenger bag across left shoulder. next to him there's Lockwood, he's standing half turned to right, he's facing the viewer with a gentle smile. Lockwood is paler than George, almost a head taller and slim with short, slightly wavy, black hair. he's wearing a grey three piece suit with white shirt underneath, as well as smart black shoes and a purple tie. on top of it is a black greatcoat. Lockwood stands with one hand in pocket and another resting on rapier's grip. the sword is in its scabbard attached to Lockwood's belt. furthest on the right is Lucy, she's standing half turned to right, head facing left with a curious look directed at the viewer. her skin is light and her hair is warm brown, slightly uneven and spiky with middle parting. she has a wide frame and is the same height as George. Lucy's wearing a baggy orange sweater, plaid grey skirt, black leggings and tall dark-brown work boots with iron patches. she's holding onto a strap of her rucksack that is on her right shoulder. there's also a belt on top of the sweater which holds her rapier.

image 2: from left to right there are full body drawings of Flo Bones, human version of the skull, Quill Kipps and Holly Munro. Flo is standing half turned to left, facing towards the viewer with a smirk. she's light-skinned with long dirty-blonde hair, and her face has smudges of mud all over. compared to previous pictures, she's almost as tall as Lockwood, but not quite. Flo is wearing long blue puffer jacket on top of her darker clothes that resemble one of fisherman's with mudded thigh-high rainboots. she stands with one hand in jacket pocket, one raising a brim of straw hat with a knife. said hat has a fishing hook stuck on its brim and two lavender stems attached to hat band. next to her is the skull in his human form. he stands half turned to right, slouching, hands in pockets, with head thrown back with a wide smirk across his face. skull is very thin and not really tall, he is tanned and freckled with spiky dark hair. skull is wearing ill-fitting clothes: a white old-timey shirt that is slightly too big and grey trousers that are too small and short. he stands barefoot. third from the left is Quill Kipps, he stand half turned to right, crossing his arms, head facing left with a look of annoyance. Kipps is short and slim, he has ruddy and freckled skin and short ginger hair. Kipps is wearing a grey leather jacket with Fittes logo on it as well as two medals, tight black jeans and chelsea boots. his rapier scabbard has a baldric type of belt. rapier itself has green gems on a hilt. finally, there's Holly Munro, she's standing half turned to left, head facing right with a gentle smile. she's pretty tall and slim with deep rich black skin tone and black shoulder length curls. Holly's wearing a white short lantern sleeve shirt with a blue dress with a cloth belt wrapped around and tied into a bow at the back, as well as low heel shoes. she has a light-blue scarf wrapped around her head. Holly also has white small earrings and beige nail paint. all of the characters have artist’s watermark at the lower right side of them./end ID]

bonus sketch

[paperpuzzles]

Roses are red

My rainboots are muddy

[miscfandomwrites]

A/N: This was supposed to say "Bad day" but whoops. I'm tired. anywho, this seriesis inspired by some other authors with their own 'Sunshine series' yet my main take was wanting a main character who is a housewife ish and is fed up with their shit. They're all scared of this rabbit shifter because she's put up with them for this long. There's a whole backstory and lore and such if you want me to get into it, but for now here's 'Bay day' lol

Pairing: (Shifterverse) 141 + Keegan + Konig x Rabbit Shifter! Reader

Warnings: Lots of language, mentions of bodily harm.

Words: 1.3k

Tagging: @tyler-t0t

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Nothing seemed to be going right. 

First, it was a downpour all day, meaning I couldn’t even drive to the farmer’s market since they had announced that they were going to be closed for the weekend since the weather was so severe. 

It also meant that I had to rush outside to the garden in my new, clean, white sundress, getting mud all over it as I hustled the chickens and ducks back into the coop, and ran around gathering all the tomatoes I could find before they split from the excess rain, some of them already splitting as I gathered them into my dress, staining it red and coating it with tomato seeds.

They boys were all on base today, yet weren’t coming home anytime soon both due to the weather and due to the paperwork they were getting held up with from their last couple missions. 

And today was a Sunday, meant to be a relaxing, self-care, pampering day for me, yet here I am, running around like I lost my head. 

I had just started to dry my hair with a kitchen towel before I remembered that there were sheets hanging outside on the line to dry - one of the perks of living with a team I guess, is that even with an industrial washer and dryer, it still didn’t cut the amount of laundry this house went through during the week. 

“Oh for fuck’s sake!” I yelled as I ran back outside, skipping putting on the rainboots and just decided to go barefoot, easily hopping the small gate that kept the animals on the fenced side of the yard. My ears twitched as the rain hit them, and I flattened them against my head as I muttered curses to myself as I tore the sheets off the drying rack and ran back inside, about to toss them into the dryer before I realized my dress had covered them in mud. 

I opened the washer, expecting it to be empty, yet was greeted with the sight and smell of Soap’s mildew-y clothes that have definitely been sitting in the washer for the last two days, unswitched. 

“Motherfucker.”  I hissed as I dropped the sheets on the floor and grabbed a laundry pod and some scent beads, throwing them into the washer and starting his clothes on a hot, heavy washer since half of it was his workout gear. 

I shook my head as I felt some of the water starting to reach my inner ears, causing them to twitch and me to wince and I quickly grabbed a spare cloth and quickly cleaned them out, hating the feeling of water in them. 

I could faintly hear my phone buzzing from upstairs, and I jogged up there only to be greeting with Price’s contact, wanting a voice call.

I answered as I opened the dishwasher, realizing I forgot to start it before I went to bed last night, the pod door still closed tight. 

“Hey love, looks like we might be running even later tonight, there’s a new recruit….” He started as I held the phone between my shoulder and head and tried to start the dishwasher again. 

“What time should I have dinner on the table then?” I interrupted him as he was telling me about how they were going to be training not just one but several new recruits, causing them to be home around eight pm at the earliest. 

“Oh, uh, probably around nine or ten then?” He questioned. 

I just shut my eyes and sighed for a moment, before nodding. 

“I’ll get some stew in the crockpot then, today’s not going too great so I doubt I’ll be up that late.” 

“That’s alright dove, we can just pick up food on the way over.” I heard Ghost’s voice, causing me to pause for a moment. 

“Am I on speaker?” I asked softly. 

“Yeah, we jus’ got out of a meetin’ “ Soap replied. Sounds like everyone was there. 

“I’m implementing a new rule: Set a fucking timer on your phones for your laundry. Next batch that grows mildew in the washer will go into the burnpit.” 

A hushed silence answered me, before I heard a smack! and Soap yelling out. 

That was definitely Gaz. He’s the only one who actually takes care of his laundry on time. 

The washer beeping from downstairs gathered my attention, and I said my round of ‘be safe’ and ‘don’t kill the newbies’ before I hung up and tossed my phone on the couch, only for it to slide off and land on the wooden floor, landing screen-first. 

“Oh that definitely fucking broke.” I sighed, padding over to it and picking it up, wincing as I saw shards of glass left behind on the ground. 

A slew of expletives left me that would’ve left Soap blushing, and I set it face-up on the coffee table and headed downstairs, switching over laundry and starting half of the sheets in the washer before heading back upstairs, and cleaned up the mess my phone made. 

It was around three at this point, so I gathered some thawed meat out of the fridge and some vegetables and went to work putting together and stew for the boys that could be left cooking for the next several hours. Halfway through chopping up the carrots, the dryer buzzed, scaring me enough that I accidentally sliced into my finger instead, causing me to yelp and immediately hold it to myself, using my dress as a pressure dressing as I rushing into the bathroom and yanked out the medkit from under the sink. Only to find it fucking empty. 

I hissed at finding this, heading back into the hallway and pulling open the doors and finding the spare medkit things, disinfecting and wrapping up my fingers. (Turns out I nicked two, not just one.) 

I didn’t bother putting away the items since I knew I needed to refill the medkit anyways, leaving the bloody wrappers and roll of gauze on top of the box.

I headed downstairs, switching laundry again, and set up the drying lines we had in the laundry room for the sheets, carefully setting them up, not noticing spots of blood getting on the edges from my fingers. 

After switching laundry I headed back upstairs, my phone buzzing with an incoming call from Soap, which I didn’t even bother touching as I was not about to get shards of glass into my fingers. 

I finished making dinner, setting it up in the crockpot on medium heat, and didn’t bother cleaning up the kitchen as I collapsed on the couch, about ready to cry my eyes out. 

Instead, I fell asleep, my body exhausted, and about jumped out of my skin when I heard the door open and several voices. 

About thirty minutes had passed, leaving me groggy as shit, blinking sleep out of my eyes as they shuffled inside, dropping off bags of something on the counters as Price made his way to me. 

“I know we’re a little early but-holy fuck, what happened?” He started, causing everyone to immediately stop and head my way, causing me to be crowded by everyone. I could barely keep the tears out of my eyes, explaining that today was just horrible. 

“C’mon, let’s get you out of that dress and into something warm, bun.” Gaz spoke softly to me and Price starting giving instructions to the rest of the boys: Konig and his crew were to take care of the animals and check the perimeter, Ghost was to help with laundry, Soap was on dish duty, Price was going to finish up with putting away the groceries which I later learned were from them going to the farmer’s market ass-early in the morning before the sky opened up to make sure I got what I needed for the week. Keegan took it upon himself to restock the medkit, and helped rebandage my hand as I sat on my bed, Gaz sitting behind me, softly brushing my tangled mess of hair. 

This. This is what a pack was like.

[strawb-draws]

Finally got around to drawing my farmer again! Last time I hadn’t even played the demo. I had a hard time settling on a look but I love the strawberry red rainboots

[sherwood-cabin]

fisherman grian… very very self indulgent design

[ ID: two drawings of grian. he is a fat man with shoulder-length hair. in both drawings, he wears overalls, rainboots, and a baseball cap. there is a small fishing net attached to his hip.

the first drawing is in red and blue pen. grian holds a fishing rod. the caption says, “TOLD MY WIFE I WAS GOING TO THE BANK. DIDN’T SAY WHICH ONE.” the second drawing is in pencil. grian has one hand on his hip and looks to the right. ]

[neopronouns]

flag id: six flags with 9 stripes, with the second and eighth being smaller than the others, the first and ninth smaller than those, and the fifth the smallest.

the top left flag's stripes are light brown, faded yellow-green, light yellow-green, bluish-white, pale yellow-green, bluish-white, pale green, dull light green, and medium dark faded yellow-green. the top right flag's stripes are dull green, light grey-green, light yellow-brown, very light sandy brown, pale green, very light sandy brown, yellow, faded yellow-green, and medium dark yellow-green.

the middle left flag's stripes are very dark bluish-green, dark bluish-green, faded green, faded light yellow-green, very dark green, very light sandy brown, light brown, red-brown, and green-black. the middle right flag's stripes are dull dark green, medium dark green, soft green, pale green, medium dark faded green, golden yellow, yellow-green, dark yellow-green, and very dark yellow-green.

the bottom left flag's stripes are dark yellow-green, yellow-green, light yellow-green, cream, medium dark yellow-green, very light silver, soft green, green, and dark faded yellow-green. the bottom right flag's stripes are dull green, dull light green, pale seafoam green, very light seafoam green, green-yellow, bluish-white, pale yellow-green, soft yellow-green, and yellow-green. end id.

banner id: a 1600x200 teal banner with the words ‘please read my dni before interacting. those on my / dni may still use my terms, so do not recoin them.’ in large white text in the center. the text takes up two lines, split at the slash. end id.

honeysucklecolauric | sagecolauric forestcolauric | greencolauric mosscolauric | chartreusecolauric

honeysucklecolauric: a colorgender related to the color honeysuckle, succulents, key lime, glow-in-the-dark stars, blown glass, honeydew, garter snakes, and notes in bottles

sagecolauric: a colorgender related to the color sage, herb clippings, matcha, bullet journals, mini backpacks, needle felts, pistachio, and laptop stickers

forestcolauric: a colorgender related to the color forest, fern leaves, greenhouses, cloaks, bookstores, pine trees, chokers, and snake scales

greencolauric: a colorgender related to the color green, climbing ivy, snake eyes, frogs, rainboots, koi ponds, abandoned places, and clovers

mosscolauric: a colorgender related to the color moss, marshes, microscopes, crocodiles, green juice, grid notebooks, long socks, and algae

chartreusecolauric: a colorgender related to the color chartreuse, handbooks, spring buds, bamboo, forest ponds, glass, vintage sofas, and fairy circles

[pt: honeysucklecolauric: a colorgender related to the color honeysuckle, succulents, key lime, glow-in-the-dark stars, blown glass, honeydew, garter snakes, and notes in bottles

sagecolauric: a colorgender related to the color sage, herb clippings, matcha, bullet journals, mini backpacks, needle felts, pistachio, and laptop stickers

forestcolauric: a colorgender related to the color forest, fern leaves, greenhouses, cloaks, bookstores, pine trees, chokers, and snake scales

greencolauric: a colorgender related to the color green, climbing ivy, snake eyes, frogs, rainboots, koi ponds, abandoned places, and clovers

mosscolauric: a colorgender related to the color moss, marshes, microscopes, crocodiles, green juice, grid notebooks, long socks, and algae

chartreusecolauric: a colorgender related to the color chartreuse, handbooks, spring buds, bamboo, forest ponds, glass, vintage sofas, and fairy circles. end pt]

first set of colorgenders based on the results of this 'what color is your aura?' uquiz for anon! i'm organizing them roughly by color into sets of 6, so there will be 9 sets total.

these are in the colorgender flag format with the aura color from the uquiz as the center stripe and colors inspired by the listed things as the rest of the stripes. the terms are the aura color, 'col' from 'color, 'aur' from 'aura', + 'ic'!

tags: @radiomogai, @colorgendered | dni link

[prodigal-explorer]

I wanna draw Roman; Tell me what little details I should add :3333

OMG YASSSS i have so many suggestions (feel free to like ignore these if you don't want them but here are my favorite roman details!!)

dark skin, a nice tan or brown!!

curly hair!

big, round brown eyes!

a wide, flat nose!

some curve in his waist, hips, thighs, and/or calves!

gold jewelry!

platform shoes!

a tall, willowy, elegant posture!

bitten nails!

maybe a necklace or bracelet that was clearly made for him by remus? i headcanon that the brothers always wear each other's gifts!!

him standing on his tip-toes if he doesn't have shoes on!

long black eyelashes!

slight fatigue eyebags!

brown, red, and white glittery makeup!

sharpie drawings on his forearms and legs!

body hair! as much body hair as you fancy! (though i headcanon that he cannot grow facial hair for the life of him LMAO)

this isn't exactly a suggestion but fun fact, my favorite outfit to put roman in while he's spinning in my head like it's a microwave is a tank top, a letterman jacket, denim shorts, and big, bright red rainboots, as well as lots of gold jewelry, a red newsboy cap, and a big red wooly scarf!

have fun drawing roman!!! thanks for asking!

[blurrymango]

It is far too late at night for me to be digging through my old traditional art. So.

The first arts I ever made of Chara, and Frisk. And also a solitary Chisk too. Back in middle school when I would draw on my phone. I am glad I got these old pieces off of my DeviantArt before I deleted it a couple years ago. Otherwise they would have been. Well. Gone.

See here a Frara and a Frisk and a Flowey and a Chara and a Chisk. I am pretty sure that is the only time I have ever drawn Flowey. And it is the only time I will EVER draw Flowey.

Another Frisk and Chara. As you can see. Frisk has grey eyes. And Chara has blue and red eyes. Because I was an edgy middle schooler. And Chara has always been my favorite character. So the highest honor I could ever have bestowed upon them was that classic duality motif.

A little. Reference for the two that I made for myself. Ah. So sad that Chara doesn't have the ahoge I gave them in the previous drawings.

And finally. Bonus Chisk.

Because. Well. Chisk.

So. Let's compare my old middle schooler self's designs for them vs my current self's designs. And. Also. As a treat. My first design of Kris from 2019 vs my current design as well.

Ok. First thing's first.

Frisk.

So. Like. The way I design Frisk nowadays is in fact 100% based off the way I used to draw them off. Yes, there are some obvious differences. But the suspenders and the short sleeved shirt were, well, you know the saying "if it ain't broke, don't fix it". That is always true. Though I will say that the little hearts instead of gold buttons, is also taken from the old design, because I distinctly remember thinking to myself that Frisk should have a heart in the back of the suspenders where they cross over eachother. And also. On the topic of the hair.

The way I do Hero's hair is 100% actually based on old Frisk's hair.

Because well. Hero is the beta protagonist design for Undertale. And my old Frisk is basically the beta design for my current Frisk. You get it.

Next.

Frara.

Yeah that old design was extremely basic. I don't think I ever used to think about the Unused Human Sprite back then. But. Well. I sure do now. A big glow-up for Frara. And a height reduction. Their current design is very much inspired by the place in Undertale where they can be seen-

Waterfall!

I think to myself. Well. What would a character confined to a constantly raining place need? A raincoat and rainboots!

I can't like. NOT give them stuff like that. Just wouldn't be true to me.

Chisk.

The fandom may have forgotten about Chisk in the years. But I will never forget about Chisk. A fanmade fusion of Chara and Frisk. I will never not think about them. They're in my brain like a song I love. Shawty like a melody in my head. CHISK OH CHISK MY LITTLE SCRUNKLE.

Anyway. Not much design notes for Chisk, past or present. Except for that the old design is a blatant ripoff of a design that I have unfortunately very much no source for.

If anyone knows who the original artist is, please tell me so I can thank them for making such a wonderful image.

Now. Before we get to Chara.

Kris.

Well. They got edgier. And their shawl thing got more accurate to their Dark World self. That's all I really have to say aside from FFUCK I AM SUCH A GENIUS FOR MAKING THEIR SHOES THE SAME COLOR AS THE SHADE OVER THEIR EYES. GODDAMN. BIG WIN FOR ME ON THAT ONE. WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. HELL YEAH KRIS. YOU'RE A FFUCKING WEIRDO AND A COOL KID.

And finally. Chara!

My original design for them is. Hm. Well. I'll be honest whenever I see a Chara Undertale without the collared shirt and sweater combo going on I get annoyed, even if the one giving them a turtleneck is my own paste self.

Also. The green-grey shorts and boots were based on clothes I actually had at the time. So. Like. I have always been a big projector onto Chara. Shit man. Even and especially nowadays I project onto them. The hair, the collared shirt and sweater combo. It is, unabashedly, very self indulgent. Those are very deliberate choices. The ffucking Roxy LaLonde hair flicks and that combo of sweater and collared shirt is LITERALLY all over characters I draw. My own damn persona, my character Blue, even Blitz with his wild hair I will still default to doing like that in sketches.

Do you know how hard it is for me to not give characters that type of hair. And that collared shirt and sweater type combo. It is. The hardest decision to not do it.

Cutting this post short at here because there is another post I want to make.

[autisticlancemcclain]

hihihi do you have any idea / suggestion about how i could draw lance ?? i want to do something for julance BUT MY BRAIN IS EMPTY

first of all brown eyes. obviously. BUT here are some other ideas:

- lance w his eyes glowing either red or blue w the respective lion’s power, furious, hands outstretched and sword/gun drawn to protect someone

- lance getting hugged by his mama for this first time back

- lance smiling quietly and giddily to himself right after his and keith’s first date (and first kiss)

- lance with a guitar (in any way)

- lance showing off a new tattoo he’s rly excited about

- lance, blurry, excitedly chasing pidge with a bug, who is also blurry, but screaming

- lance hanging upside down somewhere he absolutely should not be able to access, bored out of his mind

- and this is conceited as hell but something from my fics would be so cool 😎

also i saw this image of this lil kid in a beekeeper uniform, helmet and everything, belly on the ground and little rainboot-covered feet kicking in the air as they inspected a bug 😭😭 and it's the most baby lance picture ever i wish i could find it

[ayan0thegl1tch]

I constantly think about fashion (for some reason) soooooo

I present to absolutely no one in particular:

My outfit ideas for your OC's/Characters

These are what I've thought of today.

(Basically could you make it IRL?)Natural or unnatural?: Natural

A light yellow hoodie, like the color of butter, with stars at the end of the drawstrings and bigger stars on the sides of the sleeves, and a white trim for the neckhole. Classic white ruffled skirt, a hairclip in the shape of a chick or flower, and yellow rainboots.

Optional: Character design

(Things like hair and skin)

Blonde or light brown hair. For the blonde, a bob cut. For the brown, long hair that's slightly curled inwards at the ends. Light skin either way, and gold eyes.

(Basically could you make it IRL?)Natural or unnatural?: Natural

Baby blue cotton dress that goes off the shoulders, has small curved sleeves, and a wavy, medium-short skirt. A silver moon necklace, white flats,(a flat is a type of shoe) and an alternating color flower crown with blue and another color.(Possibly white)

Optional: Character design

(Things like hair and skin)

Blue eyes, white or brown hair. For brown hair, tannish skin. For white hair, a medium to dark brown or light skin.

(Basically could you make it IRL?)Natural or unnatural?: Natural

You know creamsicles? Orange ice cream pops? This outfit is based off of them.

(Keep in mind whole outfit is dripping!)

A light orange crop top with long, oversized baggy sleeves. White rings at the end of each sleeve, and (regular)orange jean shorts. Long white socks that come up to the knees(Bonus points if you have two light orange stripes horizontally across the top of the socks. You know, classic schoolgirl stockings?) with orange sneakers and white shoelaces.

Optional: Character design

(Things like hair and skin)

A creamy white headband to tuck back long, translucent, orange gummy hair(remember the idea is that the OC is a ice creamsicle or some other candy) and yellow, brown, or red-orange eyes.

That's all for today! You're free to use these for any characters you might wanna put them in or OCs you wanna make(if that even ever happens) but please at least credit/tag me if you decide to do so.

[meowzfordayz]

catch

Author’s Note: for the first time in forever, Katsuki gets fluff instead of angst. 🤗😆

catch

Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

Word Count: ~1,200

CW: explicit language, mild sexual content

Song Inspo: Catch by Brett Young

Collab: Meet Me Where the Sky Touches the Sea hosted by @bbiemilk​

~faqs~

Bakugou Katsuki doesn’t plan to fall in love, and certainly not on a rainy day. Rain sucks. It’s wet, it squelches, is often accommodated by cold, and no matter how diligently he attempts to waterproof himself, he somehow always ends up with at least one wet toe or heel. Not to mention the: accompanying monotonous grey, or even black, that blankets the city making 2pm feel like 7pm; how thunder triggers the yapping of dogs and other such annoyances; and how utterly stupid and cranky and selfish humans become. He may or may not be a part of that latter point — sans stupidity, of course. As for love?

“What is love good for?” he’d barked when Eijirou’d tried to set him up on a blind date.

“Love?” Eijirou’d quirked an eyebrow, “I was just hoping you’d have a bearable time and not blast a hole through the bathroom to escape, and you’re jumping to love?”

“Whatever.”

Because as much as Bakugou Katsuki doesn’t plan to fall in love, he isn’t entirely nor completely against the thought of it. The ideal of it.

The warmth of lips pressed fleetingly to his cheek, his clavicle, his earlobe in the early stirrings of morning. The weight of someone watching over him—of someone to watch over—as he chops vegetables, as they shower before work, as he kneels to tie their shoelaces before they can. The promise of forever in the brightness of their laughter; the possibility of always assuming he can even make them laugh. Because Bakugou Katuski is a closeted romantic, albeit picky duh. So sue him if a date is boring, dull, torturous enough to wreck a restaurant — he’s a Hero, he can pay for the damages hell he can upgrade the decor (besides, he’s gotten better at simply stalking out the front door, cash thrown on the table as a meager offering to make up for ditching midway). What he can’t afford is wasted time. Time wasted on hollow shells of greedy opportunists, on almost-could’ve-would’ve-should’ve-wasn’t, on breaking his soul when his heart and body are already on the line every damn day.

“No date?” he’d sneered at Eijirou when Friday rolled around.

“For me?”

“No, for me. You’ve been sending me on dates like clockwork. I figured you had my social weekend planned out.”

“Ican’tsetupanymoredatesforyou.”

“Don’t mumble shitty hair.”

“I can’t set up any more dates for you.”

“Why fucking not?”

“I can’t!”

“Can’t, or won’t?”

“Both!”

Silence. Katsuki staring blankly at the wall behind Eijirou. Inhale.

“I’m that terrible.”

Mild hardening activated, sympathy in Eijirou’s gaze.

“... yeah.”

Exhale. Rehearsed smirk plastered across his face.

“Love’s good for nothing.”

“No- That isn’t- You’re great! You’re Dynamight! Which means, you’re just, uh… intimidating?!”

“I’m hard to please.”

“Um…”

“Whatever.”

And then Bakugou Katsuki falls in love, and on a rainy day at that.

He wouldn’t tell you himself that it was love at first sight, but for the prickly, hard headed, soft hearted man, interest at first sight is pretty darn close. Your attire catches him off guard, then your wave, and then your smile. Your umbrella with its red and white hearts and pink background; your knee high purple rainboots; and the tips of your fingers peeking out from under the sleeves of your sweater and curling inward — evidently trying to insulate your hands. A smudge of color amid a nameless day of black umbrellas, black rainboots, grey sky, and colorless rain.

“They make gloves for that,” he grunts as you wave.

“I’d rather numb fingers than wet feet,” you snort.

“Wet feet?”

“You’re standing in a puddle.”

“Shit!”

Shameless peals of laughter fall from your lips as you watch the grumpy man lift his feet in disgust, telltale squish deepening your satisfaction as his arms cross, unamused scowl meeting your smile.

“Your smile…”

“My smile?”

Shit. Bakugou Katsuki never accidentally says aloud what he’d intended to keep to himself.

“Yeah. Your smile. It’s there.”

“It is there!”

“You’re mocking me,” his eyes narrow.

“Mhm.”

“Are you going anywhere?” he mutters.

“Excuse me?”

“The crosswalk. You’ve basically missed the light.”

You basically missed it too. Idiot.

“Maybe I’m happy in the rain,” you twirl once, twice, three times, kicking up tiny droplets as you go.

“On the corner of an intersection,” Katsuki can’t bring himself to step away, hem of his pants dampening.

“Maybe this is my favorite intersection,” you giggle, leaning onto the stoplight pole, “I’m dizzy.”

“So you don’t have anywhere to be.”

“Maybe right here is where I’m needed.”

Is this flirting?

“You’re dumb.”

This sucks.

“And you’re rude,” you huff.

I suck.

“You’ll get sick,” he hisses.

“You’re worried about me?”

“We just met.”

“So let’s meet again.”

Do they really think that cheesy ass shit works?

—

“Are you actually happy in the rain?” he murmurs, turning his head to glance at you, eyelids drooping, comforter halfway down his chest, a leg hanging off the bed.

“Eh,” you shrug, comforter snug beneath your chin.

“Are you cold?” Let me hold you.

“No?” Liar.

“I’m hot.” Idiot.

“Yes, Katsuki, yes you are.” I’ll take it.

“You know what I mean.”

“I want to hear you say it.” Shit.

“I could make you hot too?” I. D. I. O. T.

“Are you offering sex or cuddles?” you grin, eyebrows waggling.

“I’m sacrificing my sublime heat for your abysmal temperature regulation.”

“How do you feel about the rain?”

“I hate it.”

Even as he places a gentle palm on your shoulder, faint frown tugging at his mouth. Oof and Katsuki! filling his bedroom when he unceremoniously crushes you into his side. Even as satisfaction wells in his stomach while you glare up at him, your cool limbs wrapping around his overheated body, colder fingertips and toes digging eagerly into his affection. Even as you flick his forehead, grumbling about You messed up the comforter and I was fine and You’re so sticky — only to bury your nose into his pectoral, small sigh raising goosebumps on his skin as he retucks the comforter in. Even as he resigns himself to his fate of not moving a muscle, waking up in a puddle of sweat, and potentially being ~forced to sleep in because your Not yet, sleep, shh is too adorable and heart aching to reject. Even as he contemplates his answer I hate it, realization thickening the lump in his throat, Unless you’re twirling in it. Even as he swallows that lump, its emotion and rawness coating his soul — protecting his soul.

Even as he touches his thumb to your jaw, “Hey.”

If you’re there.

Even as you blink sleepily, reaching for his thumb, “Hey what?”

Then how could I hate it?

Even as he holds his breath, “I love you.”

Even as you hum quietly, knowing smile releasing his fear, “I love you.”

Bakugou Katsuki doesn’t plan to fall in love, and certainly not on a rainy day — even as he falls into you, puddles and all.

[miscfandomwrites]

Mama: Chapter Four

A/N: Did you know that I make all of these collages myself? I’m considering making some for fanfiction writers in return for ideas/help with some of my fics. Or just in general. If you’re interested let me know!

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Mom! Avenger! Reader

Warnings: Cursing (*Cough*swear jar*Cough*) FLUFF

Words: 1.2k

Tagging: @tyler-t0t

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“MOOOOOOM!!!!” 

A yell woke me out of my sleep, and I stumbled out of bed, almost taking my entire bedset with. Still half asleep, I stumbled into Lillith’s room. 

“What’s up kiddo?” I dreary asked, yawning. 

“Breakfast!” She answered cheerfully. She was doodling in one of her several sketchbooks with a set of markers Clint got her for Christmas last year. 

“Yeah, yeah, let me wake up first, yeah?” I told her as I headed back to my room. 

After blinking a bit, I headed to the bathroom. I splashed some cold water on my face and got out my morning routine supplies. I noticed that I felt….sticky.

“Shit.” I said quietly. Another nightmare. I hope I didn’t wake Lillith up. 

I hopped in the shower, nearly shrieking as cold water blasted on me. 

After a quick shower, I got dressed in a red t-shirt and black overalls. 

“You’d better be dressed by the time I come out!” I yelled to Lillith. 

“Okayyyyyyy!” she yelled back. I chuckled as I pulled my shoes on. 

After making sure my hair wasn’t a complete lion’s mane, I walked out. Lillith was holding her sketchbook and the bag of her markers, dressed in a t-shirt and leggings. What made me question her outfit were the two different shoes-a rainboot and a slipper. 

“You’re wearing those shoes? I thought you wanted to make pancakes.” I told her. I leaned against the doorway and watched as she ran back into her room, and came out wearing a pair of sneakers. 

I pulled her into a side hug, kissing the top of her head. “Good morning, love.” I told her. 

“Good morning mom!” She replied back. After releasing my grip on her, she ran to the elevators. I got in with her and pressed the button for the main floor. The main floor consisted of the kitchen, bar, main hangout space, library, part of the gym, and only Stark knew what else.

It'd take me a week or more to explore the tower fully. Damn millionares, making things so difficult by having like Fourty fucking floor buildings. 

I rubbed my eyes as we came to a stop. Damn, I was tired. 

We walked in, and immediately I wrinkled my nose. Something was burning. We walked towards the kitchen, where I heard yelling. 

“How the hell did you catch the eggs on fire?!” Spoke someone.

“I had no idea eggs could catch on fire!” someone else yelled. 

I walked in and the burning smell became almost overpowering. Sam and Steve were standing in the kitchen, flabbergasted. Natasha was holding a smoking pan of what I assumed were the eggs. She looked like she was shocked by what just happened. James was sitting at the island, drinking coffee and reading the newspaper, acting like it wasn’t new of Natasha to catch food on fire. 

“...so that’s the burning smell.” I commented, looking towards Natasha. She scowled at me and put the pan in the sink, running water over it. I shook my head and helped Lillith in one of the island stools, and sat her next to James. She started coloring, occasionally looking towards James’s newspaper. 

I walked into the kitchen, gently moving Natasha away from the sink. I ran lukewarm water over it, then cold once the smoke stopped. I let the pan soak and turned towards her. She was leaning against the island, her arms crossed and a frown on her face. 

“Next time, don’t use that much oil.” I told her. She scoffed, and grabbed what I assumed was her cup of coffee, and sat next to Lillith. 

Lillith was sat between two ex-Hydra assassins, and both of them were commenting on her drawings. I smiled at that. I poured myself a cup of (favorite drink) and started to get out the ingredients for pancakes. 

“Chocolate chip or blueberry?” I asked Lillith.

She looked up from her drawing and grinned at me. “Chocolate!” she yelled to me. 

“Are you helping or drawing?” 

“I’ll help with the mixing. You cook em!” 

I laughed and watched as Natasha helped her off the stool, and she practically ran over to me. 

I grabbed a step stool and helped her up on it. I grabbed a bowl and fork, and set out the measuring cups and ingredients for Lillith. We’re double batching this, because I know the boys will eat more than half of the first batch.

“Why are you using a fork? We have whisks you know.” Steve told me.

“The batter gets too sticky, forks work better.”  I replied. 

I helped Lillith measure out the ingredients properly, and put them away as she used them. Right before we got to the wet ingredients, I instructed her to mix the dry ingredients together. After doing that, we carefully mixed in the wet ingredients. After cleaning all that up, I got the bag of chocolate chips.

“How chocolaty will this batch be?” I asked her. She hummed and grabbed the bag. I grabbed the table griddle and plugged it in, turning it on. 

I looked over to Lillith, who had tore open the bag and was dumping the entire thing in the batter.

“Guess that answers that.” 

Sam burst out laughing, and Steve was grinning. Thankfully, it worked out. With the batter doubled, we could use the entire bag. We usually ended up using half with a normal batch. But there’s nothing normal about four super soldiers, a God, a 6-year old that somehow can manage to eat half her body weight in food, a man with anger issues that is supposed to consume something like eight hundred thousand calories everyday to keep up with his alter side, an archer who spent more time in ventilation shafts than on solid ground, a witch teenager, someone that somehow managed to be Capsicle’s friend, and man in a metal suit. 

After Lillith mixed and evenly distributed the chocolate chips, she grabbed one of the measuring cups and scooped the batter in it. She handed it to me, andI poured it on the hot griddle. 

I flipped it after a bit, and was rewarded with the golden-brown color, a tell-tale sign of a damn good pancake. 

We served them as I cooked them, and they were quickly eaten by the time we were half way through the bowl. Everyone had come down to eat some free breakfast. 

Thanking the compliments, once I noticed everyone had eaten besides Lillith and I, I told her to go sit down so she could eat. I fixed her pancakes up and slid the plate over to her. 

She happily munched down as I finished my pancakes and turned off the griddle. I put the bowl and the rest of the supplies away or in the sink; then plated my pancakes. 

I leaned against the counter and laughed as both Natasha and James stole a piece of pancake from Lillith, who in turn stole nearly an entire pancake from James. How she got away with it was beyond me, but she did. 

I’m glad I have that kid. Sam started a conversation with Lillith about the pancakes, and she happily replied about all the Saturdays where I’d wake up early and make pancakes.