#and then I did this OOC doodle and it just worked so here they are

[seagull-scribbles]

You’re going to give yourself square eyes

[aurmisery]

- a little death -

ronin b. x gn! reader !!

inspired by a friend of mine in the rose's rot discord, vanity! @vanitywoo

hi erm this is my first time putting down a killer chat! work of mine on here uhhhhhhh

cw // mentions of sh scars on mc -

please tell me if anything else in here can be considered triggering !!

okay enjoy!!!!!1!!1!!!!2! sorry if this is ass and or ooc for ronin bro i TRIED MY BEST I TRIEDMYBEST

1878 word count!!!!!!!

FUCKIFORGOT THIS US FLUFF BTW

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you know when you walk into someone's room, you can immediately tell what kind of person they are? what posters they roll on their walls, what decor they line the edges of their room with- if they have LEDs, what merch they willingly buy and if they have a whole shelf for said merch, etc?

if you were to walk into ronin's room with no idea of who he is other than his oh so charming looks, you might just say "typical, makes sense given his aesthetic." even if the jars of human remains seemed a bit too hardcore and realistic.

it all fit though, the color palette ranging from all hues of red, black, and white, the masks, the lava lamp, the VHS tapes, the illuminated 'KORN' sign hung in the corner of his room matching the 'still alive?' frame with a cartoonishly drawn heart- it was all him- it screamed ronin.

the plainest thing in his room was probably his bed- and he knew that. it was just a black headboard and footboard, with a red duvet and pillows with a white blanket overtop it. it did match the color scheme, which was enough for now, but it was missing something.

.

.

.

but as his pupils grazed over your steady form, warm and breathing, he realized something.

the slight flush of your cheeks, the way your eyelids fell heavy over your unblinking stare, the hazy glare of his TV burning a light glow over your side-

the ruffle of your hair, your legs snaking awkwardly with his, fingers mindlessly tracing invisible doodles over his forearm, and the slight quirk of your brow as your eyes retrace back to his.

"what's up?" your lips curl upwards slowly as his eyes noticeably fade from the trance he planted himself into, brows slanted upwards as he slow blinked.

"...youuuu good?" a small giggle slewed unevenly from your grin, and he scoffs, a playful jab at the side of your waist following the roll of his eyes.

"'m fine, jus' thinkin'. what about you, darlin'? feelin' comfortable in the devil's den?"

you flop over on your right side, facing him rather than the TV, propping yourself up on one elbow with your other arm tracing the angle of his jaw.

"for a devil, you're rather accommodating, i'll give you that," you tease, and he revels in it; in your warmth, in the fiery trace of your finger along his jawline, and for once, his hell is starting to feel a bit hot.

"in a literal sense, if i'm laying in your bed, wearing your shirt, cuddled up with you, watching old slashers, i think i'm as comfortable as i can ever get."

it's his turn to grin, moving his hand from its resting position on your hip to the small of your back, letting a small exhale he didn't even know he was holding fall from his lips.

his downcast eyes flicker from the graphic tee bagging low under the curve of your shoulders to the width of your thighs, and he couldn't help but feel a little warmer.

you did look good in his clothes.

and as your hand caressed his cheek, his head melting into your warmth, he spots something along the flex of your arms.

his blackened irises almost narrow at them, but they reverted back to whatever you would call normal as his hand drags from your back to the base of your arms, fingers gently rubbing over the faded marks of your pliant skin.

at this, the knitted furrow of your brows came together, a slight wrinkle in your expression as you awkwardly chuckle, a defensive grin uneasily firming itself on your cheeks.

"what's this for?" you question, a wry smile on your face as you realize the implications of his stare, and the look on his face...was just blank.

"no reason, just glad you don't...do that anymore, i guess."

with a shiver up your spine, you firm up your lips into a sheepish smile, nodding with a creak to your voice. "aww, c'mon. can't even say that without the 'i guess' at the end?"

and then he laughed, the tiniest hue of cherry blending into his ivory skin, his onxy irises filled with amusement.

"is it like me to carve open my chest and bare it fresh? i'm not that much of a romantic, darlin'."

it was your turn to scoff, turning over onto your stomach and reaching out to cup his chin with the flex of your fingers, thumb lolling over his bottom lip.

"'i'm not that much of a romantic, darlin'," you mock, voice whiny and pitchy before you deadpanned, eyes narrowed at him.

"oh please, cut the bullshit, ro. not that much of a romantic my ass."

ronin weaved a palm through the plum tresses sitting upon his head, a dismissive hum resting in his throat as he looked you over. "i'm not really, i mean- i kill people?"

"yeah- abusers. usually, anyway."

you then fanned out your hands, your digits extending with each gesture you were about to point out, pupils darting upwards into your lashes as if recounting your times together.

"our motorcycle dates? the shirts you give me each time i come over? the way you snuggle against me while we watch movies, when you complain about being cold to get me closer to you, when you crack cheesey jokes about how lonely your lips are, how-"

"okay, okay, i get it."

and as you took a glance at your boyfriend, a bead of sweat brimmed at his forehead and neck, face flushing a hue of carmine as his words spewed out in an exasperated rush.

you grin.

"oh, and that time you rushed me through your front door after i got drenched by the rain despite the fact that you were also soaked. when you prepared me soup in worry that i would get sick, and while i didn't get ill, you did the next day."

you were trying to be subtle, but with how his pupils were blown out and watching your every move, he was probably more aware of your slow crawl over to him than you were, the mattress making a small dip where your knee paused.

"then, i stayed over the whole time and nursed you back to health while we watched your favorite movies? or when i stopped by your job and you purposely wiped your face with the front of your shirt to flash your-"

"okay, fine! fuck, you win!"

his face was hot and covered by a thin sheen of sweat, a hand flayed out over his jaw to hide his most-likely embarrassed expression, brows arched downwards into a glare. he couldn't even look at you.

ronin beaufort, flustered? ronin fucking beaufort, embarrassed?!

you just made the devil bow his head.

a boisterous laugh bounced out of the pits of your stomach- jesus christ, you've rarely never seen him like this before, all shy and flustered.

your arms snake over your own abdomen, trying to pat down the rumbling giggles orchestrating from your gut with a roll onto your side, and you feel his elbow butt between your ribs playfully.

"give ya an inch and you take a mile, huh?"

he grumbles, giving you a nudge as you only cackle further, slapping a palm over your eyes to smear the tears pearling at your lash line.

"god, your face is fucking priceless when you're embarrassed! geez, i shoulda taken a picture, would've been amazing to have that spammed in mai-"

without skipping a beat, he reeled you into his arms, before turning and slamming you down right in the middle of the bed, hands jabbing and feverishly dancing over your sides.

all the sudden, your laughing increased tenfold- tears springing out of your eyes like sprinkles as you jerked, bucked, and kicked in protest of his tickling, but you couldn't do anything against his iron grip.

you felt like you were dying, stomach exhausted as you guffawed and blabbered, hiccups along the lines of "i can't-" "wait, my stomach hurts-" "have mercy-" following between the tears pitifully steaming down your reddening face.

he lets out a soft-hearted snicker, his body over yours and his knees pinned on either sides of your hips. his plum locks tickles your forehead, reminding you of the teasing grin on his face as he mercilessly dug at your sides- before his fingers traced upwards to your collarbone, and-

his fingertips padded over your neck, before your head jerked instinctively and you could only cackle further. is he trying to kill you?

and finally- you fought back, hands reaching up into his shirt.

he stiffened, eyes widening as your hands snaked up into the black fabric and wandered over his lower waist, making him jump and bubble his cheeks- as if that would quiet his laughter.

but you powered through the pain in your gut from laughing your vocal cords out and frenzied your hands up his abdomen, he gave out, falling pathetically besides you as you took your sweet, sweet retribution.

his arms flexed over his head in defense, lashes clenched shut as his face buried itself into the pillow besides him, almost as if taking cover from your violent antics.

you curl over against him, hands jabbing and frantically scurrying up his shirt as his laughs and pleas muffle besides you, and then-

your hands seemingly touched a sore spot, his laughs dying out and his breath hitching, as if he was in pain. finally taking a second to feel the skin below your palm, you handle it with deft, and...

it's smooth, slightly arched in size, extending from the middle of his chest to the side of his pecs. you lift up your head to look up his already hiked-up shirt, and...

it's his scars. a cringe forms in the side of your gut, fuck- did you piss him off?

"sorry," you usher lowly, withdrawing your hands, only for his to grab your wrists, placing them back right back on his chest.

his thumbs roll over your wrists, reassuring your tense frame back into ease, and you eye his facial expressions carefully.

his eyes are beady, sucked into the way your thumbs navigate the faded discoloration of his torso, brows furrowed and watching with a slight quirk in his lips.

and then his eyes harden.

"do you, uh," he begins, tone devoid of that usual bite he has to it, gaze wandering away from your hands on him, from your face and to the corner of his room.

"do you see me as, y'know, uhm-"

"the devil? hell yeah."

he smiles.

it was so... genuine, so adoring, blooming through the erasure of his doubts, of your validation- even as his soft hair messily spiraled into his vision, he couldn't take his eyes off you.

and as you slink besides him, letting your head sink into the pillow conjoined with his- he realized something, and this time he took full joy in memorizing it.

your touch, your voice, your sweet, sweet lips- even the messy, unbothered display you shroud around.

the way you smile at him in the dim light of his room, the warmth radiating from your body as your lips brush against his.

you're all the decoration he needs.

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okay hi i hope you liked itsorry for the words being kinda clunky here n there???? ok bye

[nat-without-a-g]

So. I frequently post cross-platform, so there’s actually some art that I’ve done that’s never made it onto tumblr before. I’m also very enthusiastic about both BB and Milton and a mutual suggested I draw them as friends. So i did. A lot. I felt like it worked really well even if it was a little ooc… and I realized yesterday that I don’t think i ever posted them here.

Anyways i had multiple people point to my drawings after the last episode like Yeah this is what made me realize they’d be good friends :D and now I’m worried I started something jhdfgfjskj. Be sure to click the images to see the whole doodles, some of them got Longer/Wider than they look

Aaaaand so of course I drew every moment of them together from yesterday’s episode because who else would I be. (Under the cut, yes there are spoilers)

I’m like. THE Milton and BB sicko ^^; it seems.

Yeah i drew the rest of them not with the hope that Milton would be keeping his eyes, but more the idea of it would age worse if we found him again and he Did have his eyes after I did so many doodles where he didn’t. I was not expecting Milton to learn astral projection within a day of being kidnapped but hey guess he’s just an impressive kid! I’m gonna miss his massive peepers tho.

[peonywithroses]

I saw the Genderbend TaigaRomeo again because I love it so much,,,,

Now I am in your inbox asking to share your thoughts on the genderbend TaigaRomeo agenda 🥺

hi there!! you're really too kind!!! thank you for loving those silly girls, it makes me super happy 😭🩷🫶 i will gladly share some of my thoughts about them, i'd call it my hcs and even a small theory of their circumstances at the end...? but anyone reading this i just want to warn you it may sound a bit ooc (+ a bit suggestive), i'm not good with such things that's why i rather stick to making doodles... but i did my best to share a bit of whatever is on my mind when thinking about them so please enjoy ^^;;;🩷

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i like to think that romeo can be pretty affectionate when she wants to but decides not to unless taiga is unaware or completely knocked out. like when she finds taiga sleeping peacefully, her hands will always brush the other's hair in a gentle manner, mumbling about how terrible taiga is at taking care of it.

and we know that taiga is a messy eater, the blood of anomalies not only splattering on her face but also sticking together her hair and everything else. she doesn't care, at least not as much as romeo does, romeo who forcefully drags taiga to the bath to clean the girl up. and romeo will nag because she despises mess and nasty blood but there's something more to it. when she watch taiga undress, willing to sully her own hands with filth, fingertips lingering on the other's cheek and lips a bit too long to say it's a casual thing between them.

on the more nsfw side, i think they do it. yeah, they totally do it but it is never initiated by romeo. or more like, romeo has a lot of unspoken demands and taiga doesn't even need her luck to guess them right everytime, setting things in motion herself. she knows romeo's rules about foreplay, she knows the other likes to be treated like the most mighty one in this world and for taiga, she really is. that is why romeo cannot deny her a little indulgence here and there, especially when that kind of pleasure is a great stress reliever and god, bth is stressing her out everyday so she better work hard to pay it off now. when in good mood, romeo will even humour taiga by going along with the redhead's kinky ideas, be it bondage or anything else she might want to do this time.

"this is absurd." scoffs romeo while her hands are tied with the silky ribbon, color chosen to match her eyes. but taiga says nothing in return, hungry glint in green irises as she slowly lowers herself to have a little fun.

but in the end, their relation is still as turbulent as it appears at the first glance. it's not like romeo truly resents taiga or anything, no. but taiga changed after coming to darkwick, she doesn't understand why. whenever romeo gets in dire situation, she finds herself wishing for things to go back to the way it used to be before, when taiga was more reliable, when the future wasn't so scary because they got each other. but better than anyone she knows that life only goes forward, she has to think about the present and whether taiga choose to follow her or not is up to the other.

on the other hand, taiga basically lives in her head, not able to let it go. she knows what will happen in the future and it's too much to handle on her own but it's not like she wants to bother romeo. she will be happier unaware of the fate awaiting them... yet she's losing her mind slowly because of it. romeo's happiness is the only thing she wishes for, the only thing that keeps her somewhat sane in the this sickening world. that's why she will always do her best to defend romeo behind the scene. even if it costs her sanity to do so.

it's a bittersweet relationship in which they know they are bonded for life so there's no need to say it out loud but the more they try to protect each other, the further it drifts them away.

[rainbowninja00]

so I read the post by @/xpecially (they wrote the why cross isnt trans post) and I have some thoughts... I will put them under keep reading so if you dont want to read it you dont have to! remember you are all valid and we love you <3

Imma do this shit in order and NOT post the images they used in the post cause I do not wish to upset this person. REMINDER!!! DO NOT HARASS THIS PERSON THEY ARE LITERALLY A CHILD NO FUCKIN NOT

my first gripe is with the wording on the first image "why the trans coding of cross sucks" sucks???? wdym my gamer?

these head-canons are not farfetched, they aren't as farfetched as one in particular they mentioned later on which I will touch on. also this seems like a super bad faith take???

Here's a fun PSA for everone: DO NOT use an artists art without their permission! this person used @/dustcrumbs art without permission in their post and you can see in the replies that dustcrumbs asks for them to take their art out of the post.

also its not that he doesnt want to "admit" he's a sans, its that he doesnt feel like a sans anymore, he has become an outcode, an other, he has been cast out by his family and friends because of his actions, which is also something trans people can relate with when it comes to unaccepting family members and friends.

queer, and in particular, trans people are the ones making these headcanons in the first place, this is not people stereotyping cross, this is them finding familiarity in his story and assigning him a label that he at least somewhat fits in with. Also, anyone who has read anything UTMV related on AO3 knows that cross is often trans or trans coded in peoples works.

I SHALL NOT BE EXPLAINING MY THOUGHTS ON FLUTTERSHY BECAUSE I DONT WANT PEOPLE TO KNOW HOW CRINGEFAIL I AM ABOUT MLP:FIM

putting a little doodle that says KYS on a little essay about why cross isnt trans feels kinda icky but okay gamer. I agree that some labels can kind of deconstruct the history of characters and their stories, but it doesn't really matter in the grand scheme of things! cause people will tell them hey! this is kinda ooc, and usually people will make their own version of the character/au/etc or fix it up a bit to be more in character.

the next take quite literally justifies the trans cross headcanon but alr. just because it isnt directly gender related doesnt mean people cant draw from it and add that in, since we never see all of cross' formative years so we'll never know if he is actually trans... what if in his first timeline he was made as a girl hm? that seems pretty trans to me.

making cross trans doesn't DESTROY his current history or anything like that, if anything it provides greater context for his suffering and adds another thing for him to be traumatised by. (yippee angst authors rise up

I... only trans people have deadnames right??? im not crazy right??? I vividly remember discussions like this on tiktok about cis people changing their names and them asking if that is now their dead name and trans people responded saying it wasn't a dead name because it wasnt dead to them or stuff like that (it was a couple years ago i dont remember it exactly) but specifically, the term deadname is for trans people I THINK!

Time to get onto this persons own diagnosis on cross, SOMEONE TELL ME WHERE IT IS CANON THAT CROSS HAS DID??? I have never once seen that it is canon that he has DID, which makes this a headcanon if this person, and if you ask me DID headcanons can be FAR more harmful within their community than trans ones. DID is already so terribly stigmatised, and when you describe cross theyway they do with extreme agression, "going crazy about the past", no control over emotions expecially anger, and willing to do anything to get what he wants, these are all pretty HARMFUL STEREOTYPES buddy pal chum friendo. Cross being trans seems much less harmful and damaging of the integrity of the character/their story than this persons own personal diagnosis.

"jakei is doing weird and incomprehensible things again..." what like making a character trans/trans-coded? in the queer fandom??? how odd, how strange, how absolutely peculiar. Jakei did that because Jakei is based af and cares about their community. She cares about the people consuming underverse and supports the trans head-canons cause she knows they are just headcanons and arent going to ruin the story she is working on telling.

Once more I shall state DO NOT HARASS this person, especially because they are a minor.

overall, cross being trans is just a headcanon that the community likes a whole lot cause we are all gay af, at least most of us. this headcanon does not ruin the story, the character, or anything like that, its just for funsies like most headcanons and people need to get their heads outta their asses about it istg. you are in the gay fandom, what do you expect???

[petz5]

HIIII i doodled this the other day and was like "i should try my hand at writing a little drabble to go with it" and now its been several days and i wrote way too much. and its like. basically what would amount to as a random chapter a third of the way thru this fanfic that only exists in my head. rambling + link below the cut

i've always felt like it was a missed opportunity to not have had a scene where akane and ranma actually have a conversation about her mom and how she died and how it affected akane and the rest of her family. i mean okay sure, we do get the scene where they visit her grave, but nabiki changes the subject so fast and idk i think ranma should have approached her one on one later and had a serious heartfelt moment. that's all to say that i knew for this warrior cats au to even work i'd have to make so many changes that they'd wind up being closer to ranma and akane themed ocs so i was like fuck it, if they're gonna be ooc anyway then i'm gonna make mama tendo a very significant and unavoidable character. tenderclaw has akane's confidence usually............ but i did make her blaming herself for her mother's death something she really really struggles to move past (she didn't recover from kitting and passed about two weeks after having her)

other than that i think the other major personality overhaul is how obvious streamswitch is about his feelings compared to ranma (who is already painfully obvious....) which is about 20% the fact warrior cats are pretty affectionate in general and don't have much reserved strictly for romance, and its 80% the fact they also don't do engagements and their equivalent of dating is more akin to courting....... so.... streamswitch has to put himself out there more openly than ranma, especially since she has so many others also trying to court her and she's pretty exasperated. streamswitch is the only one she's given permission to try, but this is set before she's decided to officially pick him as her mate. this is like... the equivalent of just before the nabiki fiancee switch happens

(i also gave streamswitch chronic back pain partially for plot reasons but mostly bc i have it too lmao)

ANYWAY SORRY i didn't mean to go on for so long but here is the link. i did not reread for clarity or even use an outline so theres a decent chance it reads like shit 💀 what the fuck ever i dont need to bother defending this, the overlap of these fandoms is so small the target audience is basically just me

[blitzbuckz]

* OOC .

it's freezin' in July. Technically it's August now but -- ANYWAY, got the Sinsmas stuff out of the way so I'll be focusing on doodles && yard work. I will get to possibly 2 more drafts later tonight. Did wanted to go on a little uplifting rant though...

For those who are contemplating ( there's several of you in my dash ) about your writing skills, your inner worth, you are who you are. Resilient, bright, && bursting with an endless overflow of ideas. Whether it's FUN or DARK they are creative in every way && you never have to feel obligated to match your partner's writing...

Heck, if they are writing back ( even OOC interacting ) it's BECAUSE they like you. Nobody should held you accountable for high standards -- we are all here to have fun. to distract us from the irl hell bringing's. I'll admit I am just as guilty for thinking these thoughts... we have all been there at one point. I kinda still am, but it's important not to cave into it. Do it for the people you admire, foremost, do it for yourself. You are worth this hell-ish existence. You are unique. Loved. don't forget that.

[emersons-drivethru]

Hello, May I Take Your Order?

I'm on break and bored, so I decided to make one of these blog things. I'm sure Gregoriah won't mind if my break is a little longer than 15 minutes today....

OOC UNDER CUT!

Hi! Charlie here :3 I decided to make another ask blog cuz why not. This blog is partially in correlation with @emodibaskz (GO FOLLOW THEM NOW!!!!!) and will more than likely interact with this blog often.

BTW: My main blog is @sicklymuttz SMILES

Some info about Emerson I GUESS:

He has been working at Red Ball since he was 17, and still sucks ass at his job.

He has tried multiple times to get themself fired, none have succeeded.

His best friends are Swibbledib and Emo Teenager, but he hates Cashier. They don't get along.

They can cook up a mean burger.

Ummm. Thats all I can think of. OKAY! BLOG RULES!!!!!!!!

No weird asks. The admin of this blog is a minor. Why would you even ask shit like that anyway? Do you people know shame?

No ships.

I'll try to make a doodle for every ask, but I get burnt out a lot, so sometimes I'll answer with just text. Sorry!

Basic DNI, no weirdos. Pedos, Proship, Endos, Racist, Homo/Transphobic, etc. You get the gist.

I will not hesitate to ignore and delete your ask if it is hurtful or gross. I will also not hesitate to screenshot it and send it to my friends to make fun of you. Be warned!

Tag system is as follows:

#emerson answers : self explanatory, for responding to asks

#emerson ooc : self explanatory, for talking ooc (Posts will also have "(OOC)" in big letters at the top)

#emerson rambles : for other things that aren't asks. interacting with blogs, random in character talking, etc.

Oh yeah, also, here's a ref sheet for Emerson.

Yeah! That's about it. Have fun bothering this underpaid fast food worker. He did this to himself, so annoy him as much as possible! (Just. Be normal. Please.)

[im-smart-i-swear]

tfw youre trying to reconsile with your estranged '''''twin''''''' after months of avoiding each other (their fault)(they were a dick to you)(and shot you) but they just cant stop making it weird & about how theyre a terrible person

i think these twos relationship is very interesting. at the begenning buddy treated kuro like shit bc they were projecting their self-hate and guilt on him, also exasparated by them being technically twins. later kuro moved out bc of that and the two of them didnt see each other again for months.

when they met again buddy apologised but they didnt really form any deep relationship. they are both uncomfortable with each others presence due to how their relationship started & the imposed familial status that neither of them feels good about.

buddy feels guilty for how they treated kuro, they are also aware that this is just another failure in a long line of their failures. they know they fucked up, theyre used to that feeling at this point, and they simply accept that fact. theyre sorta weirdly apathetic about the whole thing when meeting kuro again - they made peace with what theyve done wrong and are just trying to do damage control atp.

basically they said 'i know what i did to you was fucked up and im sorry. i have a history of fucking things up and i did it again. im trying to be better and i fail time and time again but i will try again anyway, even if theres a huge possibility ill just mess up again. im trying to set things right and ill disappear from your life if thats what you want. you dont have to forgive me or like me. im sorry' (<-also notice how this apology is still sorta centered around how bad of a person bud is and not what they put kuro through. buds self-loathing is still shining through here even as they are trying to set things straight. in their effort to try and explain their thought process they accidentally focused on the wrong thing!!!! they dont really mean it that way but to kuro thats what it comes off as)

kuro used to hate or at least heavily dislike bud for a long time and thinks theyre a self centered asshole and also just plainly annoying. even the apology he got from them after months of radio silence on both ends didnt feel like enough to him. it felt like buddy was just using the apology as an opportunity to say 'im a bad person. sorry for that lol it will propably happen again, do with this info what you will'. it pisses him off a bit and he propably yells at buddy for it, who is very apologetic and just takes it, which just pisses kuro even more bc he WANTS a confrontation, hes angry and hurt and is airing out his frustrations at bud and he wants a reaction but he gets none. buddy knows very well what they did and are treating this as a sort of righteus punishment

so overall. i think their relationship is just kinda like this for a few years - long periods of avoiding each other interspersed with a few outbursts (sometimes kuro starts and sometimes bud does). after a few more years i feel like things might start being better, but thats only bc they both gradually grow as people sepeartely, which just has the side effect of making them both more chill. maaaaybe after a decade or two the animosity stops and they become friendly with each other but i dont rlly think they ever get to Twin Level Closeness. at that point both of them have their own fullfilling lives and are fine with things as they are

...or maybe not. idk man im still working shit out so this might all change and in a few months this whole rant will be ooc and innacurate, who knows! i certainly dont

(Also the doodle at the top isn't meant to portray The Apology itself, its just a little scene i thought was neat, dunno where exactly it (or if it even) falls on Da Timeline)

[nacaharachuya]

Okay so i realised im a fucking idiot and that i’ve been sending you shit through “?” And i have no idea where those messages go through so whoopdy doo ig but in my defence i wasnt able to send anything any other way bc.. uhh.. yeah my email wasn’t confirmed n all that. Im telling u man i’m a whole ass boomer rn🤦‍♀️ can’t even remember how to send an ask smh.

Anyways i only now finished reading svs because i’ve been putting it off in favour of reading different fics (works from other fandoms and… ooc soukoku fics. Listen i hate mischaracterisation as much as the next guy but i find them very entertaining okay) and AAAUURGGHH WHAT A BANGER. The way you write is immaculate if svs was a food it’d have a savoury taste like i’d be liking my fingers n shit. I found out about it when you posted on twitter you updated it (it was the smut chapter, by the way) and i was like “huh” and decided to read it and my god am i glad I didn’t skip over that tweet.

Idk if this was on purpose or not but verlaine is kinda cringefail in your fic and i love it. I am a firm believer that as badass as verlaine is he is undeniably embarrassing and i need MORE of that.

My one criticism for svs is that we needed more adam scenes. He should have been added like really, unnecessarily early on in the fic and act as a third wheel in the fic. But like a third wheel soukoku did not want or ask for but he’s just kinda there they can’t really get rid of him. Chuuya and dazai in their divorce arc arguing and adam is in the background thinking “i could crack a really funny joke from this” (on that note i added the lines “Adam’s blabbering makes more sense now, so they act as if nothing has happened. “When I lift this veil, you will seal the deal with a kiss.” He can’t stop himself from laughing, “I hope you enjoyed that joke too.” “We didn’t,” Verlaine says from across the shrine. “Paul be quiet.”” In my “collection of fanfic lines I chuckled at” in my notes. He’s so silly i love him. I love how he laughs at his own jokes he just like me fr.)

Anyways here are like two extra svs doodles. I keep thinking about how you said that chuu can fluctuate between genders (literally) and its so… zamn.

And reading the scene where verlaine is brushing chuuya’s hair inspired me to draw this

I have no idea how long chuuya’s hair is supposed to be like idk if it’s “yeah his hair is a little longer than it is in canon haha” or “yeah mf got some LONG ass hair looking like rapunzel”. Also I don’t remember if his lil ribbon was red or blue but.. i jus went with blue and i didn’t know if the pearls were supposed to be like on his head or woven into his braid so i just went with the latter. And again ALSO i know he was barefoot but i’m not drawing his fucking dogs okay.

This ask is long as hell never let me talk again LMAO

Currently looking at a detail i forgot in the drawing… not pointing it out in hopes you don’t notice it either smh but GOD DAMMIT 🤬🤬🤬

DAWG I OPENED THIS YESTERDAY IN SHOCK IA M ALWAYS BLOWN AWAY BY YOUR ASKS AND ART IT MAKES ME FEEL SO LOVED AND SO CRAZY LIKE!?!?! I'M SO GLAD YOU LOVED IT ENOUGH TO MAKE ART I SAVE IT AND LOOK AT IT CONSTANTLY ;_; IM LIKE.....

AND ALSO THANK YOU. I need svs criticism and ur right I should have introduced more characters earlier I just got carried away with skk because...IDK BUT ADAM WAS MY SAVING GRACEE. He was so silly I wanted to add him sooner but I was like wait....no... BUT HE IS IN THE SEQUEL!!! DW!!! His silly ass is there and he's cracking them jokes and Verlaine is like o_o. THE ADAM LINES WERE SO FUN TOO CAUSE HE'S NOT CRINGE HE'S JUST....HIM.

Verlaine is cringe-fail on purpose tho and I'm glad you saw that because I see him as an incredibly pathetic person who can't do normal human things. He would like bite open a metal can or rip it open with his hands because he doesn't know what a can opener is. He is that type of guy.

The art is just immaculate bro like straight-up BEAUTIFUL. Chuuya's literal genderfluidity is something I'm glad people like cause when I imagine divinity I think of someone not bound by sex or gender and whatnot plus I just don't think he'd give a fart. so like....world's most wonderful tits...but he's shorter.

THE WEDDING OUTFIT IS SENDING ME TO THE GRAVE THO LIKE. IT"S PERFECT AND IDK WHAT DETAIL YOU MISSED CAUSE I FORGET EVERYTHING BUT BUT BUT BUT BUT I"M. THE HAIR LENGTH I DIDN"T SPECIFIY !!! He looks so *crying emoji cause I don't have my phone* you don't have to draw his toes I just think barefoot chuu running up the stairs to meet dazai is very him. perseverance.

BOYCACA WHAT IS YOUR TWT LET ME FOLLOW YOU AND BOTHER YOU THERE AND SPREAD THE BOYCACA AGENDA

[chococookiez]

I FUCKING MISSED 4/13 I COMPLETELY FORGOR BUT IM POSTING ANYWAY

i was holding off on posting it until i had more content but i did a fantroll :]

some other art/shitposts i did with it (+ my other ocs)

and here's bonus ooc shitty doodles i did for my dying tiktok account

i haven't properly drawn anyone other than aradia and sollux (and eridan partially but i've only done march eridans for some reason) and the one with all of them was . the first time i drew any of them other than eridan please forgive me

words under the cut. i must ramble

so . homestuck huh

how did i spend my first 4/13 you ask? got up at 5am to fuck around with my (slightly drunk) friend on vrc until we got tired, had various revelations, a whole crisis that i do not wish to unpack... im forgetting something

oh yea

dumb of ass moment: i played that one fucking solkat vn literally just for the hell of it

I haven't read the comic yet BECAUSE im planning to binge read the entire fucking thing over the summer with my friends and i am fucking HYPED i have the unofficial collection downloaded on my pc already in preparation and we're planning on doing a massive party once we're done we are going to have a fucking ball with this . technically i've only been properly interested in homestuck since february which i find really funny cause my brain made the switch so fast it gave me fucking whiplash. i've literally never had an interest hit me THIS HARD in my life especially with how little canon content i have to work with currently since im saving it all for the summer (the restraint is so hard y'all have no idea)

highlights of shit i've done to do with homestuck other than art so far:

made 2 extended zodiac pins out of pre-existing pins i had, one for myself and one for my irl friend

said irl friend had to suffer through a 2+ hour long infodump where i just showed them all the main characters i had knowledge about (beta/alpha kids/trolls, ancestors and cherubs), did a hussie and had The Quadrant Ramble™, shittily explained classes and aspects and tried my best to explain The Weird Time Bullshit™ (it was very fun for me . he also said it was fun but i have my doubts)

speaking of quadrants i've made 4 quadrant keychains (erisol spade, cronkri heart, meowrails + kurtuna diamonds) (currently only displaying 3 of them since the meowrails one fucking SELF DESTRUCTED as in the paint fucking peeled itself off and ive been too lazy to remake it rn) and i've been slightly tempted to add a solkat one but i have no clue what quad i'd put them in tbh and that's the only thing stopping me (oh and a meuloz heart . just because)

very very vaguely hinted at this once before but i made a shitty character playlist. not linking it or saying who it is. y'all can just guess

i made... an eridan osu skin. out of one i had already that i liked. and i've been tempted to make a sollux one. did you know im mentally ill (something did spark this: i had a map of eridan's theme that had a skin on it, so decided to make a full one out of it to fuck with my friend who likes him)

im planning on cosplaying A Troll but have no sodding clue which one. my internal options rn are kanaya, vantases (have their outfits/something like them on hand already, plus vantases have easy horns), leijons (associate myself with them a lot (one of my favourite vrc avatars to use rn is a meulin edit even), especially considering im a leo myself), eridan, aradia and feferi (they'd be hilariously fitting for reasons i wish to not explain, especially eridan)

am probably gonna land myself with a pile of homestuck merch, either from birthday gifts or my own stupidity

so yea, just a few words. i couldn't fight the homestuck

[au-drayton-shenanigans]

"Cloak texted me on Gliscord" -🦇

"You're worried about why Kieran is there, I'm worried about why the most powerful beings in our multiverse and Ryuki are there all working together on something. What is so important that 6 people who can create and destroy universes at will, and Ryuki, are making such a big deal over.... whatever it was!?" -🐛

"I'm trying to ignore the bigger picture" -🦇

"I haven't known the bird horror as long as you two have but this is exactly what I expected a text from Cloak to look like" -⭐️

"He's sure... something" -🐛

//ooc under here

The picture

Volo pointing could be interpreted as a few different things. Such as: "Ryuki, stop doodling on the blueprint paper!" "Ryuki, don't flirt with time itself while we're working!" "What is that little floating freak making explode over there?!"

If it looks different in some places it's because I forgot some things and didn't want to recreate the entire text again

and a height chart I put together that hardly did anything to help because no matter what I just can't visualize heights when different poses are involved. Ordered from shortest to tallest.

Cloak Guy would be like. average Drayton height. but I didn't know how that compares to Ryuki so I just made a guess. The rest are accurate in this chart though. I think. At some point I needed to know how Ryuki's height compared to Volo so I have it pretty good there I believe.

And that's a normal Volo in the height chart because the au Volo was in "only exists in my head jail" up until I just drew him spontaneously on paper since I needed him.

I think I like this style I did. I drew the characters on paper and colored digitally. Just fixing up lines when necessary. Looks cool imo. Also it's neat how it's visible what was drawn on paper vs what was drawn on the computer

But can you tell designing nonsense, barely-following-the-laws-of-physics, weird fantasy backgrounds is my favorite part?

The writing on the papers can't be decoded. They're just meant to be random squiggles that resemble a written language. Because they don't have the same language :3

Anyways. The way I had Wizard say "our multiverse" is because I like the idea of multiple multiverses. Grants the possibility of having a much larger playground. It's also funny. In my imaginary multiverse, the idea of multiple multiverses is a "those who know" kind of thing. The average person would think you're crazy if you think the amount of infinites go that far. Like universes that are up to infinite in size, in a multiverse with an infinite amount of universes. Crazy to think there's even more, huh? But little do they realize... :) Cloak guy is from a different multiverse originally so he's one who knows and he told the other Draytons and showed them so they know too.

Bonus: removing all the layers minus the color on the paper-drawn stuff looks interesting

[vargaslovinghours]

Sunday best

(Full comic under the cut, continued from the last image)

[sirsharp-a]

Anyways, I think I’m gonna get some sleep now because I’m honestly exhausted.  I didn’t get quite as much IC stuff done as I’d hoped but that’s alright  -  I still have a longass weekend to really hunker down and get on top of everything!

[thesuperiorrobin]

“ I like your drawing”.

(1)

Pairing: Damian Wayne x FemReader

Word count: 1.4K

Warning: slight cursing,Damian being a dick, slight ooc

Damian Wayne liked to keep to himself. Especially in school. He sits in the back corner of the classes, never paying attention to the lecture the teacher gives out, already knowing everything that his mother and grandfather had taught him at a young age. And you’ve noticed. The way he snapped at the teacher when they scolded him for not listing nor paying. They way he would answer every question the teacher would ask him to embarrass him for not listening. But in the end embarrassing themselves when he answered correctly. He truly was a mystery at the end of the day, and that just intrigued you more.

You have also noticed that Wayne had a nice talent. A talent of art. You’ve seen it yourself every time you would glance at him. He’s looking down, eyes focused on his sketchbook In front of him as he doodles away. More focused on the piece of paper than the lesson itself. Always getting a bit pissy when the teacher would take his drawing and throw it away. You always felt bad and you can tell Damian always bites back his tongue from saying anything offensive.

He deserves some type of appreciation for those.

When the class goes silent for twenty minutes, that’s normally when Damian ignores his book, pushing it aside and pulling out a piece of paper and a perfectly sharpened pencil. He gets to work. Pencil softly placed over the white sheet as you watched closely. The book in your hands forgotten and now pushed aside.

“I like your drawing Wayne” you whispered. But loud enough for the Wayne boy next to you to hear. “A nice talent I would say”

He murmurs something under his breath. Ignoring your compliment. Minutes passed, you’ve been making little side comments and Damian was starting to get frustrated with you. All he wanted to do was draw quietly for twenty minutes and that’s it. Considering that the book he was supposed to be reading—he already read it.

“Can I help you L/N?” He spat harshly and quietly as he glared down at you.

You glanced up at the boy, smiling “no. Just watching is all. So don’t mind me”

“I actually do mind L/N” he says harshly. A bit to loudy for the class and teacher to hear

“Wayne and L/N please stay quiet. We still have about twelve minutes left.”

“Sorry”

The class goes silent for a while. Until you speak up again. “It’s a really pretty drawing. I think you’re better then the art teacher we have here actually” to Damians dislike, you started to ramble on about random things. “She’s a bit of a hag though. Much more rude than what people say honestly. Y’know got in trouble cause I walked out of class to use the bathroom because she wouldn’t let me. But I guess that’s my own fault”

“Miss.L/N and Mr. Wayne. Please if I have to tell you two to be quiet another time it’s today’s detention”

You stood quiet as the teacher eyed the two of you. You went back to your book quickly. Glancing up at the clock by the door you let out a sigh. Not even five minutes have passed. Shoving the book to the side once again, you leaned your chin down on the wooden desk. Side glancing at the Wayne beside you—who looked too deep in thought as she scribbled on the paper.

“Oh wow” you whispered, maybe a little too loudly “you actually have a killer talent Wayne. Really”

“L/n, me not answering you was a sign that I possibly didn’t wanna speak to you. Couldn’t you take the hint then?” He says harshly. Glaring down at you. You frown

“But you’re talking to me right now, right?”

���Unfortunately”

Damian scuffs. Taking his eyes off you and back done to the piece of paper in front of him.

“See you’re warming up to me. You just need a little push”

“I don’t ever want to warm up to you or anyone in this cla-“

Two pink paper slips were slipped in front of you. Along with domains drawing snatched from the desk. You and Damian glanced up— only to be met with the teacher who only frowned at both of you.

“Told you two didn’t I? I wasn’t playing and Wayne didn’t I tell you to stop drawing in my class? It’s a very nice drawing but please refrain yourself from doing it in my class” and look at you, making you shrink in your seat “it can cause others to be distracted by my lesson. Save your art skills for the art room. Now, I’ll be seeing you two after school for this afternoon's detention”

The teacher shakes her head, walks up to her desk before she throws the paper into the trash. The class was filled with quiet giggles and small chatters. The teacher silenced them and the class was now silent. Damian grumbles something under his breath, gripping the book and opening it to a random page. You felt bad. You didn’t mean to get the both of you in trouble.

“Sorry about that Wayne” you let out a small sheepish laugh. Making sure to keep your voice down. “I didn’t mean-“

“L/N. Just shut it”

“Ouch”

How were you going to make it up to him now?

~~~

The school day seemed to go by quicker than usual. But you still had a long hour ahead of you after school for detention. The teacher sat quietly at her desk, grading a few papers. Damian sat in his usual seat. The teacher looks up

“Ah miss.L/N so nice of you to join us”

They smile at you “you seat is on the opposite side from where you usually sit”

Nodding, you make your way to your new seat. Quietly you sit there, picking at the skin around your nail. Glancing up at the clock—time seemed to go slow. As if was mocking you, trying to make your life miserable by making you stay in the room longer. You let out a small sigh as you put your head down.

The teacher left not long ago. Her words being “I’ll be back in a few. Don’t move, and don’t talk” but you could tell she wasn’t talking to both you and Damian, she was talking to you. You glanced at the small trash can by the teachers desk. One filled with unwanted papers and trash. Damian's picture stood out, peeking its corners at the top of the can. With a small push backwards your seat makes a small screech. The heel of your school shoes makes small tap noises as you make your way to the trash can, stopping in front of it before you lean down. Gripping the piece of paper. You pulled it out softly.

To Damian, your steps became louder and louder within a second. He’s an ex-assassin, he knows when things are getting close. Damian lets out a heavy groan. Dropping the pencil in hand, he glanced up at you. Forest green eyes boring into yours. You stand there for a moment before sliding the sheet of paper onto his desk.

“You didn’t get to finish it” You spoke softly “and I kinda feel bad I put you in this situation so, um, yeah. You can start over. Or, Y’know—you can start off where you left off. The paper might be a little wrinkled but-“

“L/N”

You stopped your rambling as you laughed nervously “oh sorry. I tend to ramble off when I’m a little nervous.”

“A little?” Damian raised a brow. You frown—kissing the front of your teeth as you do so. You turned around pulling out the chair from behind as you dragged it to Damians desk. Plopping yourself onto the seat you let out a sigh. Damian's expression never changes. Glancing at the sudden movements you gave. He hears you speak up once more.

“We didn’t exactly get off on the right foot early. So let’s start over, yeah?”

Confused, the younger Wayne tilts his head. He watches carefully as you lean done again, chin on the wooden desk like earlier. You’re stubborn, Damian can see that. You’re recreating the small little interaction you had with him earlier in the day.

“Nice drawing you got there Wayne. You have a never nice talent”

He blinks. He doesn’t want to give in on whatever the hell you’re planning. But seeing you today, and if you add the other school days, he can see how stubborn you really are in situations like this. He breathes out through his nose. With an annoyed voice he speaks up. Making you smile

“Thank you L/N. I appreciate the compliment you oh so decided to give me today”

[bloodybreakupscene]

Can we get some Robin Arellano or/and Bruce Yamada fluff? It can be anything your heart desires, I just think your work is adorable and we always need more great writing <33

-> 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐋!!

bruce yamada + robin arellano x reader

-> bruce and robin are trying to make advances towards you. . .at the same time.

-> (this isn't angst it's comedy i promise 😣😣)

-> OMG THANK YOU SO MUCH!! it's probably stupid but comments and inbox asks like these always make me so happy, i'm so glad that you like my writing!! ur so so so sweet and i really appreciate it <33 hearts for u 🫶🫶 also i haven't reread this yet so sorry if it's inaccurate or ooc 😞😞

"thanks, come again!" the florist said, waving at bruce as he walked out the door.

he held onto the bouquet of red chrysanthemums and walked towards his bike. he kicked up the kickstand and hopped onto the bike. he pedaled and pedaled until he was at the front of the school. it was february fourteenth and the school was decked out in different shades of pink and red. his plan was to give you these flowers and then watch as you fall for him as he did for you. he parked his bike in the bike rack and went to wait for you.

bruce heard the whispers of people talking about him, like; who were those for? i wonder who those are for, and i think there for ___, someone he didn't even know. he held a bright smile as he saw you finally walk into school, you were fidgeting with the straps on your backpack when you saw bruce approach you with some red flowers.

his face flushed red and he started to second guess himself, maybe he wasn't ready for this yet, "here, uh, i got you these, for valentine's day!"

"wait, really? this is so pretty, thank you so much!" you thanked, giving him a hug as the people walking passed you guys 'awed' and gossiped about you two.

bruce walked you to your class and you both talked about school, baseball, anything and everything you thought was interesting enough to make a conversation about.

"alright, well, bye bruce! i'll see you later." you waved and went to sit down in your seat.

you put the flowers in your bag and took out your notebook and algebra textbook. not having anyone sit next to you began to get to you because you started doodling on the bottom right corner of the off white paper. five minutes went by and the bell finally rung, interrupting your autopilot like state.

"hey, (y/n)." robin tapped on your shoulder, his hand lingering on your shoulder for a short second after.

"hi! what's up?" you smiled, robin reciprocating the gesture.

"mm', nothing. got in a fight the other day, but uh, nothing really interesting." he said, subtly trying to impress you by showing you his bloodied bandaged hands.

"aw, looks like it hurts. are you—." you were interrupted by the teacher finally starting the lesson, the screech of the chalk on the blackboard making you cringe slightly. while you searched through your backpack for a pencil, robin noticed the dark red flowers wedged between your textbooks and notebooks.

"who're the flowers from?" he asked, trying to sound as nonthreatening and not jealous as possible.

"huh? oh, they're from bruce, i don't know if you've heard about him." you responded, not looking at him and instead at the board and then your paper.

"yeah i have, he's alright." he shrugged, focusing on the window that showed the outside.

the period passed and all robin could really think about was you, and bruce i guess but he wasn't the main focus. he gave you flowers? just because it was valentine's day or whatever? robin could give you flowers everyday, but he's not lame, so he'll do something better for you. the bell rung which signaled the time for second period to start.

"bye robin!" you called, giving him a quick hug and walking towards your next period.

—

you and bruce decided to eat lunch together in the field outside of the school buildings. as you were eating your food, bruce asked you a question.

"um, i have a game this weekend, do you wanna come watch?"

"aw, i'm really sorry bruce but i'm busy that day." you responded, not trying to be specific about as to not be rude.

"oh, that's fine, don't be sorry. what are you doing?"

"i'm going to the movies with my friend robin, i'll definitely be able to go to your next game though!" you said, trying to cheer him up, noticing his shift in tone.

"haha, good then." he laughed. bruce heard of robin, he was sort of a delinquent, someone who fought and caused trouble if provoked. he couldn't possibly like you, not as much as he did at least. as you both sat in content silence, bruce thought of how violent robin was. i mean, he heard about the fight between him and that one dude a while ago. did you like him? did you like bad boys?

before dropping you off at your next class he wrapped his arms around you and held you for a few moments, you hugged him back and watched as he walked to his next class, probably a few minutes late due to the fact that your classes were on the opposite sides of the school, but it was worth it for you. see, he can be a bad boy if that's what your into, he thought.

bruce zoned out while in class as he finished his work early and didn't have anything else to do. jotting down random doodles in the corner of his worksheet. he sighed and looked around the room, focusing on random miniscule details throughout the classroom, the 'READ' poster falling off the wall, hanging on by one pin. the bookshelf filled with extra textbooks. he noticed the opening of the door and like the rest of the kids in the class he turned to look at who walked in.

robin walked into the classroom ten minutes later than the second bell, signaling the start of class. he walked in and ignored the short stares at him, except for bruce. he glared and the other and then sat down at his seat, opting to stare at the window instead of completing his work.

bruce rolled his eyes; who does this kid think he is, he thought.

—

robin knocked on your door with a rose in his left hand. he shifted from left to right awkwardly as he waited for you to open the door. to kill time, he thought of movies he think you’d like; halloween? nah, the plot sounds kinda lame, texas chainsaw massacre? that sounds more badass.

"robin? are you okay?" you asked, wondering why he was staring at the ground for so long. you walked out a few minutes after he knocked and were confused as to why he was looking at the floor.

"huh—? OH, (y/n), you ready?"

"yeah, let's go," you grabbed his hand, starting to walk to the movie theater together. he felt more confident in himself now, you both approached the ticket booth in front and ordered tickets to the new horror movie coming out, texas chainsaw massacre. the title put you off a bit but robin seemed excited to see it so you tried to shake your nerves away.

an hour and twenty-three minutes passed and you both exited the theater, your house wasn't far from here and so you both stopped by various shops on your way back. it was mostly you shopping as robin didn't feel like getting anything but wanted to stay for you. as you were walking past a small ballpark you noticed a game was going on. squinting to get a better focus on who was at home base.

"it's bruce! maybe we can find some seats?"

"i don't know (y/n), aren't we late or something?"

"yeah a little, but your friend finney's there too."

"ugh, fine we can go." he rolled his eyes and you both walked to the fence where you could look into the game clearly, much clearer than the bleachers in your opinion. robin crossed his arms as he watched bruce play, praying that he trips or falls and makes an idiot out of himself.

as bruce missed the second ball he looked around, and saw you. oh god, i'm gonna fail; he thought. gaining his courage yet again, he was able to hit the ball, and got a home run. it was worth it when he was able to focus on your cheer amongst the crowd. his chest filled with pride as he walked over to you and, oh, robin.

"hey!! you did amazing out there! i do feel bad for missing most of your game though." you complimented, not paying attention to the weird look robin was giving bruce.

"thank you! it's honestly not a big deal. i'm glad you showed up anyway." he smiled, admiring your facial features, ignoring robin completely.

"yeah you did fine, let's go." robin said, wanting to leave this stuffy baseball field already. he held onto your arm and gripped your bicep gently.

"oh are you guys on a date or. . . ?" bruce questioned, a hint of jealousy in his tone.

"oh no, we're just hanging out, but we should get going soon, i'll see you tomorrow." you gave him a hug, holding him dearly.

"yeah, i'll see you tomorrow." he waved as you walked away, red blush all over his face. he tried to ignore the 'ooo's from his teammates but failed as he got even more red and giggly at the memory of you hugging him. the moment was so perfect he almost forgot robin was there, which made it even better. robin got to witness you hugging him. bruce biked home that day and passed a record store, maybe he could take you there tomorrow.