#S.E's art

[dravsyloo]

It's been a while hwjd hallo 🦇💗

Nasiens redraw, he's so cute I love him sm 🕷️💗

[watmalik]

“When I stepped out into the bright sunlight from the dark movie house, I had only two things on my mind: Hugh Jackman’s abs, and a ride…home.”

—Wade Wilson, probably.

[str4ngr]

proximity.

m. fusiguro. | my drug, my addiction.

cw: suggestive, foul language, pre-relationship, mutual pining, college student! (aged up for legal purposes) megumi and reader, drinking, gn! reader. wc: 693. notes: guys, do not drink underage!

Parties were not a common occurrence in Tokyo's finest colleges. At least of this messy sort.

However, someone, neither of you knew who it was, had one. It wasn't just university students either, random students who found out and treated it like a B.Y.O.B. event also filled the house.

Regardless, Megumi didn't know if he was going left or right in the sea of drunk students, desperate to figure out why he was there in the first place. He was pretty sure it was a mission, but he was also pretty sure Itadori and Nobara wouldn't be laughing as they dropped him off with you if it was.

He needed to find you, required to make sure there was no curse, and both of you would come back in one piece. The two of you got separated by some drunk stampede in a desperate chase for more liquor. It had been nearly an hour since you had been whisked away into the jungle of drinkers. Besides, Megumi was not feeling any more interested in this party than when he first came here with an unamused glare.

Megumi continued to grunt in irritation as he shoved through the crowd, looking through the sea of hair and party hats for you. More than once, he thought he spotted you, but it was someone else. And someone else. And someone else. It was getting to his head. Growling in annoyance, he continued to call your phone over and over as if you would hear it over the piercing music.

Wandering, more like tripping, into one of the random bathrooms that had no place being as clean as it was during a party of this kind, Megumi crashed into someone familiar,

"Y/n!"

He calls, half gasping, half scolding in tone as he grabs your shoulders. He flusters as you lean into his figure, giggling with flushed cheeks,

"Hi, 'Gumi~"

You grin, clearly inebriated and not in the right head space, but maybe an honest one. Someone laughs and closes the door behind you two, leaving you isolated. His cheeks only burned more, they were mistaken. You two are teammates, not—

Megumi stared as you laughed, arms wrapped around each other in an intimate way he didn't expect. Fuck.

What the hell was even going on? Megumi asked himself a series of similar questions, brows furrowed as you grinned and giggled, his lips twitching in amusement. There was no curse, and there was no criminal. Well, if there were one, why not call the police? There were crimes, sure, but not something out of the ordinary for such a place.

No matter what path he took, it all led his eyes back to you. Your perfect figure adorned in a perfectly you dress, one that accentuated your body in ways Megumi had never thought to look at. His heart raced behind his ribs, shaking his bones as he licked his lips. His mouth felt dry, breath hot. You clung to him, wobbly knees making you stumble, and he let you. Following as you fell back against the wall, he knew he didn't have to. He knew he could more than easily resist your pull. But he didn't. His arms framed your face as he peered towards you, hot, heavy breaths fanning down your collarbones.

Electricity snapped between you and him, your eyes half-lidded, colored lips parted as your arms lazily wrapped around his neck. It felt almost intentional how you were so close to what you wanted. Your fuddled gaze traced the seductive features of his perfect face, wanting to reach out and touch his flushed skin. Taking your lip between your teeth, your eyes fell from his to his lips,

"Megumi..."

You sighed, saliva pooling in your mouth as your arms dropped, hands lingering on his sturdy shoulders.

"Do you fucking know what you do to me?"

He growled, hand wrapping around the back of your skull to bring your lips to his. It was messy, the only pair of sober lips directing your drunken movements in languid passion. You laughed into his lips, teeth clashing as your fingers twirled the longer strands of his hair.

notes: tweaking i need him s

[clownn-pierrott]

I have no idea how to draw my babygirl dallas. I liked the first drawing tho

(I dont know how to draw ugly men and jackets)

[bubblegumflavor]

Johnny Cade from the Outsiders Musical cast =3 <3

[streamrecovery]

Happy birthday Johnny 😁

[lazykim12]

Darry and Paul 2.0?

…

Okay I just had to make another outsiders OC- couldn’t help it 😭

If it wasn’t already obvious, I made him the little brother of Paul Holden, I wanted to make like a repeat of Darry and Paul being buddies in the past with Keith and Ponyboy almost like a next generation thing, but better since they keep their friendship 0:

Some short info:He loves football but not as much as science, wants to focus more on biology in the future since he feels like he’s forced himself to want to play football for his future, he loves football, just doesn’t want to do it for his life. Unlike Nancy, Keith is like every other Soc, he’s actually semi popular among the socs, but in the end he realizes being a jerk is not for him, at first he didn’t care but after seeing some jumping of greasers and such, he kinda felt like it was unnecessary, and didn’t like the fights/rumbles.

He actually has a good life until he decides to make a change because he doesn’t want to keep up the life he has anymore, since he’s dealt with fake friends, and distrust among his own gang, sending his social fame in school kinda go down but not completely.

Paul and Keith would have some issues, and Keith wants to hate his older brother, but deep down he can’t fully or he feels confused/conflicted because they had a decent relationship, and I don’t doubt Paul Holden wouldn’t be happy about a family of his being friendly, or bumping shoulders with greasers. In short he’s got brother issues 💀

He’d become friends with Ponyboy after some weeks/maybe months after his change in a way, they’d be best buddies, he’d probably like to hang out with pony and Johnny when he could, try to protect him them from the other Socs if possible.

He would not like Steve either, thinks he’s dramatic and thinks Two-bit is cool/Tuff, as well as soda pop. I could see him being Ex friends with Bob and Randy.

Alright, I��ll draw more of Nancy and him soon,and Ponyboy! Though the height chart will come first, alright that’s all I got for this moment.

🏃‍♀️

[deanna-l]

cherry…. ik these are pretty bad but i uhh i ahev no excuse actualky

time 2 disappear 4 another month!!!!!’

[dalssaintchristopher]

HI me and curly :3

[usefulquotes7]

“You still have a lot of time to make yourself be what you want.” — S.E. Hinton, The Outsiders (via larmoyante)

[electricvinyls]

Good fucking LORD!!!

Note Ethan is my oc and he's with Dallas and Curly🤭

[dravsyloo]

Happy birthday to my beautiful son 🦇💗

[askjohnnycadetheoutsiders]

ask Johnny blog

Johnny is here to answer all your questions that you have!

ask here: questions

[str4ngr]

Hiii!! I was wondering if you could do Nanami Kento with the suggestive #1 please. Thanks! 💕

wolf in sheep's clothing.

k. nanami. | my drug, my addiction.

cw: suggestive, foul launguage, drinking, dom! nanami [duh, his sassy side comes out with some drinks frfr], gn! reader. wc: 788. notes: i need him. ty for the rq <3

It was,

"So. Fucking. Hot."

You mutter under your breath, not knowing if it was the summer heat lingering in the night or the amount of people around you. Your heels twisted, but you didn't bother catching yourself since there was nowhere to fall in the cramped hallway of the house of someone you didn't know. Your gaze felt hazy, strobe lights and someone's phone flashlight all in your face as you stumbled upstairs.

There he was. Oh, this was not fair.

There was a man lingering on the wall beside a bedroom. Tall, blonde, and gorgeous, though not French nor fried. His eyes met yours and it felt like the air was energized by something other than the alcohol buzzing in your veins. Your heels clacked against wooden steps, each plank creaking as you ascended.

Nanami couldn't look away. Whether it was the aching pain in his neck from someone's [Gojo's] elbow digging into it, or your alluring, otherworldly beauty, his eyes bore into yours like a waterfall, drinking in your features. His breath shook as you approached him, eyes raking up from the glimmering, polished heels strutting towards him, each step luring him in like a siren's voice, to the seductive, buzzed smile on your lips.

"You in line?"

You slurred, pointing at him with a playful smile. He raised a brow, interested, since the moment he saw you.

"...Yes." No. He wasn't. But an opportunity is an opportunity, is it not?

You scooted in behind him, trying not to get mauled by the wild rush of drunks. He looked out of place, refined in a filthy pig pen,

"What'cha' doin' here?"

Unfiltered, the words came out of your mouth before regret could begin to form a defense to stop them. He smiled, adoring the way your hands held each other behind your back, your weight shifting from foot to foot. His smile turned to a sinister grin, eyes raking your vulnerable figure.

"Why do you ask, Darling?"

You stared at his features, adoring his modelesque face and figure,

"How could I not?"

He laughed, noticing the way you stood closer to him. It was like the irresistible force of gravity that drew you two together. The small conversation continued, meaningless but meaning everything all at once. People passed and pushed both of you, huddled against the wall beside the bathroom neither of you was ever going to use.

You both jumped when the door slammed open, a too-touchy couple stumbling out.

Stumbling into you. And him.

He was tall, though that quickly proved ineffective in preventing any accidents when you grabbed his shirt, tugging him down with you when you toppled over from the couple's shove. His arm wrapped around your waist, your hands tightly grasping his collar as you spun and slammed into the next wall. Your grip pulled him down, all too fast to know what would happen as a consequence. His lips met yours, heads tilted as if it were intentional.

Nanami watched your eyes widen, even in your drunken state, aware of your mistake. You sputtered but he didn't let you, pressing his lips against yours, more properly this time. Smirking he licked your bottom lip invitingly, large palm flat against the small of your back as he pulled you into the bedroom that was just freed.

One room was empty, but now it wasn't. Somehow, though it's not as if the fog of breath, smoke, and liquor would ever be clear to explain, Nanami found himself holding your hips as you ground against his thigh, lips against his. He couldn't help but smirk as you let him grasp your hair, arm wrapping around your waist, holding you close as your tongues mingled in unrestrained lust, eyes muddled with desire.

His fingers tugged your head back, teeth clashing, caused by your drunken babbling. You tasted just how you looked: divine. Unable to pull away, mesmerized by your silken lips, he pushed you farther. Let you whine into his flesh, overwhelmed by every addicting aspect of his person. His cologne, rough fingers that grazed your skin, lips that seemed to know every spot of your neck that made you shiver. He kneaded the flesh of your hips, groping your curves. Nanami dragged his lips down your neck, open-mouthed and messy.

It was as though he could read your mind, how you could barely fathom a man who still wore a tie to a very obvious house party was one who loved to toy with you. Who let his saliva stick to your skin as he sucked bruises into your supple skin. He truly was nothing as he looked, a man so clean is always just as filthy behind the door he locked.

notes: i was writing this and i kept going so.... this isn't all of it, hehe.

[clownn-pierrott]

Got my history exam about the russian revolution back and found out I drew dallas on it 🥰

(I also saw a hc about dallas being russian and I LOVE IT 😭)

[bubblegumflavor]

"You know," Johnny said slowly, "I never noticed colors and clouds and stuff until you kept reminding me about them. It seems like they were never there before." ~ The Outsiders