#but building a silly little webpage? always fun. always exciting

[hypnag0g]

Do you have examples of your web/graphic design-ish art on hand? I've caught glimpses and it's some REALLY excellent stuff

howdy! thank you so much for this wonderful ask, i very rarely get the chance to talk about my web/graphic design stuff, so seize any chance i can get! you'll have to forgive me for how scattered this everything is, my graphic design stuff normally ends up as a smaller part of illustrations, so a lot of it is gonna be cropped, haha.

my hypnagog header is probably the thing i'm most proud of, it was the first custom font i ever made that felt like i captured what i saw in my head. kind of a clunky way to put it but before this i'd change my header logo and general "branding" like once every three months, yet this one has stuck around for like 2ish years!! here it is in my classic colorway and my new green/orange one.

here are a couple of my older logos for a bunch of random projects (a comic about evil horses, a defunct community project, a bunch of little glyphs for hypnagog before i settled on my current aesthetic, and one for story about evil clones)

here are three posters i did for a couple of classes, they're more illustrative than graphic design but there's still elements that feel close enough to gd for me to post lol (a pitch poster for ANOTHER comic i was working on, an editorial piece about the recent HPAI surge, and a quick zine about my experiences with internet horror)

and FINALLY. here's my web design stuff. full disclaimer, i learned how to code on neopets, and i've never been able to break free of it's pull, so p much everything i've ever done for web design has all been on neopets, or on clone sites that emulate it pre-2007.

i'd love to link you these two but they're unfortunately behind a login screen on my current petsim of choice, so i hope the screenshots will do! these two are pet lookups coded from the ground up to look like social media profile pages (fun sidenote: Butch has a normal profile, Ransom is a silly hacker stereotype, and he had no choice but to "customize" his profile when faced with the insanely unsecured back-end of LUNET.)

aside from that, my other most recent web project was developing a really sleek character directory for my toyhou.se. i made all the graphics on this page and i'm super proud of it, haha.

oh i almost forgot. i also have a bunch of really dumb banners that my friends and i use in discord in tandem with a bot that posts them on command - most of them are intentionally designed to look bad, but some of em (especially the data "webba" banner) were made with a lot of care, haha.

i think i might be forgetting some things, but that's pretty much it! my next big project is building out my neocities - i'll definitely post about it when its finished because i wanna use it as a secondary posting location for all my stuff :o]

thank you again!!!!

[evergreen-dryad]

bnha todochako snippets

apricity - the warmth of the sun in the winter + cafune - the act of running your fingers through the hair of someone you love

or: It’s 2 am but you’re craving cake and we’re both up anyway so let’s bake in our underwear AU

-- it’s all domestic, established Todochako down here. and a mess you’ve been warned

"What do you want for Christmas?" He'd asked, peering at the calendar above the fridge.

(They weren't quite sure why they'd put it up there. He could only just reach it, while she often had to stretch to her tippy-toes to tear off a page. Sometimes she just relented and floated herself. They agreed to make it a stretchmark of a sort.)

"Hmm," she said, pretending to think long and deep. "As long as it's not the same--"

"As your birthday gift." He recited drolly. She snapped her fingers, delighted.

"You got it!" She looked at him, a smile playing on her lips. "I'm not sure why you still have to ask that," a laugh floated out of her, stirring the quiet air of the kitchen. The sunlight shafted, golden and lazy for a brief moment.

He shrugged. "Just felt like it." The wool of his sweater shifted against his skin, prompting his shoulders to roll, as he sipped his hot cocoa.

It was December 23rd.

. "Silly," she muttered as she came in, prodding him in the side, like an overgrown cat she had just noticed the girth of.

"Why," he deadpanned.

"You can't just snooze the entire Christmas under the kotatsu." Her voice shook with laughter.

"Try me," he droned, and proceeded to sink his entire skeleton within the hood of the kotatsu.

He heard her huff softly, before her foot followed him to prod more insistently at his calf. "Come on, I know we both just got back from our patrols." The muffled sound of her voice filtered through the wood and cloth.

"Yes. Rest." He rumbled, trapping her foot.

"Daylight hours," she reminded, wriggling her toes against his fingers.

"Remember what you said last time about wanting to make the most of our days off?"

He exhaled, stirring some dust left over from the last time they'd cleaned. Right, he'd said that out loud back when it was autumn, and they'd missed going to see the maples and gingkos. He waited for them to settle. "Okay."

He extricated himself, cracking his back on the way.

"Pfft." She bit back a laugh.

He batted lazy eyes at her, readjusting to the light. "Lead the way."

"Mhm." She hummed, hopping into the boots she had just kicked off earlier.

Shouto followed her out the door in his comfortable shoes.

She wrinkled her nose at him. "It's so good that you don't have to bother with too many layers." Her breath fogged as she stepped out into the crisp winter day.

He knew what she was thinking about. "I was just as surprised I'd gone out in sandals."

She sighed out loud then, exaggeratedly. "In a blizzard, really Shouto?" Giggles were foaming in the turn of her smile.

He shrugged, an easy smile following.  "The reporters had a field day out of it."

"Pretty sure you nearly got a few fashion tabloids to make a new trend," she murmured, as she slid her card over the reader. They passed by the gates, following the road to the nearby park. .

Peering up through fingers at the glistening light of winter sky. Shouto stands, outlined, while Ochako looks on, fixated. He is the sun, for all her gravity is drawn to his magnetism, the supernova that is him. She can't look away.

.

(The gravity of a girl you love, who loves you.

There are so many colours within brown. Golds, for instance. The way the sun catches on strands of her hair like it's copper wire aflame.)

.

("And what do you want for your birthday?"

He blinks owlishly. "You are enough."

Ochako had tried for flippant, but clearly it had not prepared her for Shouto's arrow to the heart. "That's not a valid answer," she groaned, twitching with pleasure as he mouthed along the line of her neck, down the wrap of her collar...)

.

"It's fine, it's rather fun. Like a sleepover, y'know?" She'd said back when he'd asked if she'd be fine on the floor. He'd been prepared to look through the mattresses with all the research he'd done too.

.

(In the futon, waking up. Waking up to the one you love. Safe, warm in the cove of arms and blanket, hiding you two completely from the world. Dull light of city washing over the two of you.

it's late. You can't sleep. Shouto is clearly fast asleep. He's never had trouble sleeping, for as long as you've known him. He sleeps deep and still, as undisturbed as a log deep in the forest. You feel rather like an underwater diver happening upon a relic as you watch the strands of his hair shift as he breathes shallowly, blue light washing over him.

You feel quite bad having to wake him up, but needs must. Shouto may be a deep sleeper but he'll know as soon as you begin to extricate yourself from the folds of his arms, as soon as he feels air replace the space that was you.)

.

She breathes over him as she slowly opens her eyes. Adjusts from inner blankness to outer darkness. The lights of the city wash in, trailing in streaks of orange. Lamplight is enough to outline the sleeping shape beside her.

Shouto. As deeply asleep as she’s always known him. He has never had the trouble falling asleep that she does sometimes, the day’s thoughts all a whirligig in her head.

She watches him with half-lidded eyes, tracing the him that is still mostly a silhouette. Legs looped securely with hers under the quilt, one arm holding her close. Sleeping on his cold side, the chill that comforts him more than anyone, ensuring he doesn’t sweat on the sheets instead. His warmth fanning over her instead. She’s grateful. They never have to turn on the thermostat in any season.

It’s winter now. But because he is here beside her, she never needs fret over whether to turn on the heater anymore. She watches his breath lift, coalescing into crystals for a brief moment in time.

Here in the cove of his arms, under the covers. She’s too comfortable to move.

She’s also hungry.

Back before Ochako would have just made herself sleep through it. But she’s no longer teetering on the edge of destitution. She’s no longer living on that scant budget, always worrying whether her parents could make ends meet for the end of the month. When eating another meal would have been unimaginable.

Ah, her smile turns fond as she trails a finger over the sleeping man beside her, I now have someone who’ll notice if I get out of bed. They’re both heroes after all. He’ll feel the space left behind if she somehow finagles out of his embrace.

“Shouto,” she whispers into the shell of his ear. Repeats, until the pattern of his breathing shifts. “Shouto. I’m going to go bake.” A lilting tease enters her tone.

He shifts. “What time is it?” A gruff rumble to his voice.

She looks over his shoulder. “It’s just 2am,” she whispers back.

Shouto finally opens his eyes. “Was dinner not enough?” He sounds mildly reproachful. It was he who cooked last night. And Todoroki Shouto takes pride in showcasing what his mother taught him.

“Mm,” she drags out the sound on her tongue. “I think I’m just excited,” Ochako decides, her finger tapping her chin.

At his questioning gaze, she says, “It’s Christmas Eve.” Settling more into his side, she continues, hand skimming over his chest. Fingertips settle over his collarbones, light as a butterfly. “When I was little I read in storybooks that Western children leave cookies and milk for Santa Claus. I wanted badly to be one of his helpers then, just to have a taste of all these,” she sighs, lips fluttering over his skin.

He hums. “I see.” He cards a hand through her hair, running down to the small of her back. “Shall we go, then?”

She beams into his throat, pressing a kiss over his pulse. “Let’s go~”

They reluctantly part. Ochako takes the blanket, trailing behind Shouto as he trudges to turn on the lights in the kitchen. They both owlishly blink in the yellow glare.

“Now what do we have…” Ochako mutters as she starts opening cabinets.

“Flour — yes. Eggs, hooray! Luckily you didn’t finish them…” Shouto stands, a little lost at the edge of their small kitchen. Fuyumi had only led him through the steps for pancakes once.

“Chocolate!” Ochako pumps the bar in hand. She still has the blanket shawled around her like a cape. “Half-finished packets of nuts and seeds, guess that works too…” She looks to Shouto. “What else do we need?”

He falters. What was in pancakes again? “Butter?”

“Right!” She snatches the lopsidedly wrapped packet out of the fridge. “Milk too, annnnd the sugar, and—” She looks at him expectantly.

He lets out a little sigh. “Let me look it up.” Ochako lets out a little giggle in response, tongue slipping out sheepishly.

Shouto returns to their room for his phone. “Do we have oatmeal?” He asks, while scrolling through options. Ochako reaches for the tub and shakes it.

“Yes.”

“We also need cocoa powder-”

“Nooope we don’t have that.”

“Okay.” He flips to another webpage. “I’m looking at the first of various. Any candy left around will help.” Ochako nods, heading straight to where they store any candy they might receive from friends, co-workers or even just a grateful citizen. Which is usually on the microwave. Neither of them snack that much. Sometimes one of them gets sugar cravings, which is when the stash comes in useful.

“We’ve got some candycanes this time!”

“…we seem to really need cocoa powder.” Shouto wilts. Mint chocolate cookies had sounded perfect. “Peanut butter seems to be a common component of many of these no bake recipes as well.”

Ochako eyes the sole chocolate bar they have doubtfully. “We could mash it up…”

“And vanilla,” he mutters.

“Looks like a trip to the konbini is in order,” Ochako says as she walks over to look over his shoulder.

“This one may just need coconut,” Shouto murmurs as he feels her chin tuck into his space.

“Can we even find coconut in there?” They’re talking about the convenience store right across the street from their apartment building — it’s pretty unlikely they’ll have that kind of baking supply there.

“You never know.” Shouto shrugs, lightly jostling her face against his. She in turn wraps her arms around his waist, nudging her knees against the back of his.

“C’mon, let’s go sit. How many are we making anyway?” Ochako giggles against his ear, watching him scroll through several recipes with a ferocity.

Shouto mumbles indistinctly. It could be ‘don’t know yet’. Ochako’s eyes slit into a fond smile as she pushes his knees towards the couch. He complies halfheartedly. Ah, her dork.

Shouto slumps onto the couch, eyes never leaving the screen. Ochako sits with him for a while, watching him compare tabs before deciding to leave him to it. It seems like it’ll take a while, after all.

She heads into their room to grab a jacket and her wallet instead. Puts back the blanket. Keys, and a bag to put these midnight groceries. Yes, that should be it, she nods to herself, blinking slightly aching eyes from the sudden change in light. And probably the fact that she’s moving rapidly at this hour without a drop of water.

Ochako emerges out of their room, duly reminded to get a drink of water.

Shouto’s head is still bent. “Are you almost done?” She calls over rinsing a mug.

“Nearly. I think these three are good.” Ochako looks around at the ingredients she’d laid out earlier and tries to mentally tally how these might convert to cookies. Right, butter back in the fridge for now. She takes a good long sip.

They probably don’t have enough. They’ll see, she mentally shrugs, before striding back to where Shouto is half-melted into the cushions. He’s practically asleep, poor man. She lets a guilty giggle exhale out.

“Shouto, you want to go back to sleep for a while?” She asks, while taking the phone from his nearly limp hand. He grunts in response, neck going even slacker on the back of the couch. She hums out while she looks at the recipes he’d picked.

This one seemed fairly simple. They had the oil, oreos, chocolate, could make do without chips. Cream cheese was needed: she mentally circles that on the to-do list in her head.

This one used the flour they had, though with the amount of oats used they might as well buy another batch. Along with vanilla and peanut butter. And probably butter. Ochako eyes the fridge, trying to remember exactly how big their remaining slab of butter was. They definitely didn’t have this amount of sugar lying around either.

And if they were going to buy all these, it’s definitely enough for another recipe. Though this one required cocoa powder. Ochako counts them off her fingers. Seven, or eight counting white chocolate.

Could they get all these in their convenience store? She has no idea, but they could probably do without the vanilla.

Probably.

“Alright,” she mutters to herself, gently shaking Shouto awake. He comes to after several lazy blinks. “Are all three okay?” He asks after a while.

“Mhm. Are you good to go out like this?”

Shouto glances over himself. “Yeah.” He slowly stands up, releasing a light yawn.

Close the lights. Shrug on shoes. Open the door, and they’re in the stairwell. Click-clack, go their feet as they opt for the stairs. They smile at each other as they mime going down the steps on tiptoes. A cobweb hangs into Shouto’s face. And then they’re out in wintery air.

Ochako briskly starts moving to keep herself warm, Shouto lopes to follow her pace. They haven’t much to go — the lights of the shop building next to their apartment are just ahead.

The crisp air of the heater envelope them as they push past the glass doors.

*** “So,” Ochako huffs, her left shoulder slumping, finally free of their weight. Shouto, bringing up the rear, unpacks the groceries.

(and this is where I stopped writing. as one sees back in 2019 I spent too much braincells on trying to describe realistic baking at 2am by 2 people who don’t bake. have the rest of the outline tho!)

-apron -start measuring, mixing - ochako takes the blondie, shouto votes for the oreo truffle as he’s the hand crusher. also aids in the classic cookies while his chill in the fridge. -talk about the secret santa their fellow alumni are organising this year - ocha muses over what to get kiri, shou has to their amusement drawn baku who they both know reacts to his overtures of friendship like a sizzling cat

”Something motivational,” she says, lost in thought, not noticing that she’s mixed her mixture perhaps too long. Shouto pulls the bowl from her.

“Something manly,” adds Shouto. “You could get him one of those old-time sumo prints?” At Ochako’s uncomprehending gaze he explains, “Something like ancient style painted waves.”

“Hmm.”

“Or mini-weights, I’m sure he’ll like those.”

“This is Kirishima we’re talking about. By this stage of his life he’s probably gathered all classes of weights already. What else is manly…”

-continue kitchen noises and motion

“Never mind. I’ll sleep on it.” She sighs. “What about you? Have you decided on something for Bakugou?”

He grunts. “Either merch or -” The image of Bakugou blowing up the gift and yelling ‘I already have this’ pops into his head. “Never mind, Bakugou is much more of a collectionist than he lets on to be.”

Ochako stifles her laugh. “You can just call him a nerd, Shouto.”

“That wouldn’t be fair to Midoriya.” They both smile wryly in agreement.

“Hmm. Now this is a dilemma.”

“Righhht?”

-put their heads together some more

“what about handmade stuff?”

“How much more time do we have? We’re meeting up,” glances at the calendar next to the clock, “tomorrow, actually.”

Ochako screams quietly. “Okay, er…”

“There are always the cookies we made,” Shouto points out.

“Uh-huh, back-up gift. Yao-momo’s quirk would come in so handy right now,” she groans. “Fish hat?” she mutters to herself, the thought not quite pinned down. Does Kirishima even like hats? Why is she thinking about hats?

“What does Kirishima like to do? Train. What do both of them like? Also train. And spar. And in Bakugou’s case, win-”

“Videogame?” Shouto suggests out of the blue.

“Ooh.” Ochako slaps her palm. “That has potential.”

The question now is, what videogame? And on that thought Ochako has another: “Book. Motivational book or quotes for Kiri.” She points a finger at Shouto. “Since videogame seems more Bakugou’s thing.”

“Get the Art of War by Sun Tzu for him,” Shouto suggests.

“Good idea!” Ochako bounces, excited. “Hopefully he doesn’t already have it.”

“Back-up.” Shouto points to the cookies.

“Yup. And for Bakugou, eh… videogames aren’t really my thing, but what about something he can really take his anger out on? Like karaoke?”

“You’re saying that as if he needs a stress ball. Which he does. I’ll look something up online.”

***

//notes: all snippets/headcanons written back in 2019 for a secret santa, but I unfortunately never managed to hand it in. Very unlikely to write this wip anymore, so I’ll just dump out this can of brainworms.

bonus/more hcs:

-it starts with them being neighbours - move into the same cheap, jap-style apartments -agencies close-by (ura still in tokyo, but it is closer to the train station so both can travel easier for their respective parents) -likely he wants nothing to do with endeavour's money -he'll live a simple life completely outside of his help -same Japanese tastes (except todo's probably more classic while ocha's more konbini style) (they cross well at homemade - Todo gets fuyumi to teach him more after moving in - satisfaction at blowing ocha's mind with eg. wagyu beef sandwiches) (todo being a proud housewife is just??? Their friends had spluttered at the sight of him putting on a pink frilly apron with no change in expression) -his mum is completely happy and very excited to teach him more recipes (over letter for now, she can't quite go near a stove yet)  -doesn't mind electric cookers

"The pee is motivation to start the day early!" squad - ocha, kiri, smtimes baku not that he ever admits it bcs he's a rough sleeper even more so from being the victim of villain attacks  -> (wow this was in my notes??? wow??)