#but i hope it really is Freshly Dumped And Im Doing Great Actually

[linddzz]

Am I crazy? Is his shirt fucking see through??? Is that a fuckin mesh shirt he's got with the long hair. Mesh shirt while he's looking like he's been crying for two weeks??? Pretty sure he's got the same hair/coat for these two shots and I swear to God that's a mesh shirt in the first one. I'm gonna lose it. Eyes that wet and teary with a mesh shirt

MESSY! MESSY AND DIVORCED! He looks like he just got served the papers and he's trying to be a slut about it!!!

[desthebolt]

HIIIII! Hope you are doing well! I saw art of your characters, and I want to hear about them! I am specifically talking about the autistic vampire, because I saw that in the reference art and got so excited!!! You don’t have to reply, but as an autistic vampire enthusiast and lover of monsters in general, I would LOVE to hear more!

Sincerely, your local lurker

I AM SO SORRY im answering this like, um (checks calendar)… almost 7 months later… but hey!!! I am SO TOUCHED you wanna hear about my ocs :,) i will proceed to info dump and not shut up about them! I actually have multiple autistic vampire ocs, but im gonna assume you’re talking about Bhala! (Her ref is the only one i think that actually says she’s autistic) Anyway, ramble under read more :3c

I have a graphic novel im working on behind the scenes, and Bhala is one of the two main protagonists. She’s a cosmic witch that was freshly turned into a vetaala vampire. (Vetaal/Vetaala are a possessive ghost in indian folklore, they are restless spirits that can manifest as blood sucking ghosts or possess dead bodies). For the story, i made a pseudo hybrid between vetaal and regular flavor vampire. Bhala’s body is actually a shell/physical ghost form of what her body looked like (only now with fangs). Her real physical body is dead and buried. In folklore, the only way to banish/kill a vetaala creature is by taking the original body and performing a ritual to put the restless soul/spirit at ease. This is the same for my story, so vetaala vampires are almost completely un-killable. Most in the story hide their bodies in different countries to almost guarantee eternal life. They still need to feed off blood and souls to keep up their vitality, otherwise they become ravenous and beastly.

Bhala literally doesn’t care about any of that, she didn’t want to be this way. She tries her best to not feed off people, but she has to. She gets used to it further and further into the story, and a lot of that is thanks to her gf that she meets in the beginning of the story; Fiona (thats another ramble if anyone cares /j)

Anyway a lil more about Bhala- She’s a ray of sunshine and very sweet and compassionate, with a lil layer of sass and cleverness. She loves to tease Fiona (affectionately) and isn’t afraid to speak her mind (and throw hands if necessary). Her hyper fixation is woodland animals, specifically skunks. She owns a skunk plush that her mother made for her when she was a toddler. It is her snuggle buddy when she’s not snuggling Fiona. She even learned how to sew specifically to keep her plush, named Flower, together. If you ask her what her favorite animal is, she will talk about skunks for hours (Fiona will do this sometimes just to hear her talk)

Bhala loves jewelry and always has it on (she doesn’t really feel pain, so why not?). She also grew up playing the cello and acoustic bass. Normally, she resents most activities she had to take a part of growing up with her father, but she genuinely loves music. It helps her calm down and focus.

She fidgets A LOT, mostly with her claws, but sometimes with her jewelry and even her magical cosmic hair (which leads into a baby astral plane… which she uses as storage instead of a backpack). She does have real hair, it’s just hidden underneath the cosmic magic (she has long thick black box-braids :3)

Her powers at the start of the story aren’t that great, her father was keeping her from learning real cosmic magic. After leaving and moving in with Fiona, they find Bhala’s mother, who properly trains her in magic. By the end of the story, she’s not a master, but she’s still extremely powerful (cosmic magic is some powerful shit in this story)

She is unapologetically black/punjabi/kashmiri and a powerful trans woman, and oh boy she is a BIG lesbian. she likes them short

I think thats it for the ramble, feel free to ask me anything else! I am more than happy to info dump about my ocs :3 !!!!

[frustratedpotatowriter]

REBOUND?!?!!?!?

Bakugo Katsuki x Reader

Genre: Romance. Fanfic. Fluff(?). A bit aged up characters. A bit OOC for katsuki (?)

Warnings: Cursing.

I know I said I'm gonna post Todoroki's fic, but this hot headed boy is pulling me back.

For real though, todoroki's fic is just under editing.

P.S: I made another OC here.

P.P.S: I don't know who is the artist behind this picture of Katsuki, this is not mine. Credits to him/her, cause he looked so hawt.

Hope you like it guys. Please don't copy/plagiarize. Lovelots. 💟

Enjoy!~~

You are on your way back to the dorm, lost in thought, you can't believe it's already your last sem at U.A.

"Im the one breaking up with you, do you understand that?! I hate you katsuki!" You were taken aback by the sudden yell.

Out of the trees near the dorm, Akira, resurfaced, she passed by you, not even throwing a glance. She's covering her face.

You took a step forward to where she came from and saw, your friend, leaning on tree.

"She broke up with you, huh?" He glared at you.

"Are you fucking eavesdropping on me?" He growled at you. You shook away his comment and stepped closer.

"Well, she practically yelled that she's breaking up with you, so I heard." You heard him muttering curses under his breath.

Bakugo Katsuki, may be an ill tempered, rude, brat, he's also hard to deal with, but you know he's a good person.

He's passionate about becoming a hero, the number one hero.

You reached out and patted his back, you stared at the sky, trying not to look at him because you can't bear to see pain in his eyes.

"You will be able to move on, katsuki. You still gonna be the number one hero,right?" He fell silent. You figured he would want to be alone.

"I'm here for you katsuki, if you need my help." You started to walk back to the same direction where you came from.

You felt him hold your hand.

Your eyes wandered back to him, he is staring at you, his smirk evident.

"Will you help me then? Be my girl, y/n." You blinked, not sure if he's being serious.

"A-are you an idiot?!" You pulled back your hand.

"You said you're gonna help me? Help me forget about Akira."

"Do you seriously want me to be your rebound?!" You were in utter shock and awe of his arrogance.

You didn't even wait for his reply, you stormed back to your dorm room.

The moment you entered your room, your knees felt weak and yiur body slid down the door.

Your heart is racing, your head is full of confusion.

It keeps on replaying the moment the very person you have unrequited love for, asked you to be his girl.

It hurt a lot when you learned that he hd a girlfriend, who could actually

They are not that big on PDA, but you can see them holding hands and one time you even spotted katsuki sleeping in Akira's lap.

Even though seeing them everyday makes your heart hurt, you can't stop yourself from falling in love with katsuki.

You played video games with him, you trained with him.

You even fought almost everyday, but everytime he's in the wrong he would secretly give you a bar of chocolate, his way of apologizing without actually saying he's sorry.

He would also give you medicines, when you're sick, he would somehow notice even if you didn't tell him.

Deep inside you know, he cares for your friendship, and every little thing he does, even the ones that annoys you, makes you fall for him deeper.

The next day came with you only having a wink of sleep because of that hot headed fool.

Why are you in love with that guy anyway? You keep on muttering to yourself, when you felt a hand land on your shoulders. It surprised you and so you let out a shriek

You turned your head and saw Ochaco looking at you.

"You looked so irritated, y/n. Is there a problem?" She worriedly asked you

You defensively waved your hands telling her that you're okay.

The both of you walked towards the classroom together, the closer you get to the classroom, the more your heartbeat speeds up.

How will you talk to him? How will you face him? What if everyone notices that you guys are being weird and they ask? All these thoughts are flowing through your head.

Ochaco opened the door and found that almost everyone is there already.

You took a good look around and noticed that the red eyed goblin is not yet here, which is odd. Very odd.

"Ehhh?! Bakugo's absent?" Ochaco asked, surprised as you are.

"He doesn't answer the door when I call him. He was in a bad mood since yesterday. He and Akira broke up." Kirishima answered,scratching his head.

That idiot. What is he up to now.

All through out the morning class, he did not show up, you were worried.

What if he gets himself into a fight. Yeah, he's strong but what if he was outnumbered. What if he got injured badly. Countless thoughts of what might have happened passes through your mind that you can't concentrate in class.

"I'm gonna check on him." You quickly ran back to the dorm, the moment you were dismissed for lunch.

You practically banged the door when you arrived.

"Hey idiot!! Open this door or I'll slice it in half!" You yelled.

Still, no answer.

"Bakugo Katsuki. Don't you do anything stupid." You mumbled to yourself.

"This dimwit!" You have been banging his door for ten minutes already, and still, nothing.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" You looked behind and saw katsuki standing there.

You ran to him checking his face.

"The fuck are you doing, brat?! Let go of my face!" He pulled your hand away.

"Idiot. I thought something happened to you!" you slapped his hand away and glared at him.

"I was just called by the agency I applied for, I told the teacher that I'm gonna be gone the whole morning." His lips twisted into a teasing grin.

"Were you that worried for me?" He teased.

"Because you're a hot headed idiot." you told him.

"Hmmm. You're right. Maybe I'd pick a random fight and kick some fucking ass.I got dumped and I'm really pissed about it." You frowned, when he started to step closer to you, everytime he does, you take a step back.

"So, why don't you be a good friend to me and help me?" He smirked. Your eyes not leaving his ruby colored ones.

You gulped.

"Fine! I'll be your girlfriend." You gave in. His smirk grew.

"Great. Im now your boyfriend, y/n." You were stunned when he gave you a quick peck on the lips and went inside his room.

You stood up there, rewinding what happened, then it dawned you.

THAT WAS YOUR FIRST KISS!

You hands flew to your face, feeling it heat up. You tried to calm yourself and took a deep breath.

You walked back to the school. Your heart beating like crazy, and your face looking like a freshly picked tomato.

Well, its already your last sem in the school so, why not.

You're gonna make that bastard fall for you.

[fortheloveofcringe]

n e e d y //

I could go and write something where people would look up to me like a success story. That’s always a way to prove you’re something in the society you live in. It’s the easier choice, to make people feel like there is hope and success at the end of the dark tunnel but then people tend to overlook or push-back, the fact that there are things that happen along the road, they happen at the scariest time and moments in your life and never do these “people” who I have dealt with bother to feel it unless it needs to be felt. It’s like emotion these days has to have an on and off button. That’s scares me a lot, but then these days I’ve been thinking, being scared doesn’t do nothing to me, it just make me fight more, even after so much downfall and rejection.

Rejection, I’m going to touch bases with this one. Something I’ve dealt with my entire life. From my paternal grand parents making me feel like an abomination just because I was gay and no one in the bloodline has to be gay, or to the most fresh wound I have, which marks it’s first month today, me being single, after such a wonderful, scary and inspiring relationship with Timothy.

 You know something, perhaps I’m writing this as a formal closure to that chapter in my life because for so long I have been writing about so much sad stuff in the cloud of anger that I just want to get things off my chest differently which is to address this in a way where I’m the monster, and I’m not anymore pointing my fingers to the monsters in my story. I can’t even believe I called myself a monster right just about now.

 Anyway, Timothy, if you would read previous entries you might get the idea of a modern day fairy tale relationship. None of my wildest dreams per say. I adored him so much that it just hurt us both, badly. To cut the long story short. He just never needed me the way I needed him. It sucks. To just throw dreams of having a bright future with someone out of the window just because it hurts your eyes and you want to do a reality check but I guess that’s why we have sunglasses, they say it protects the eyes. I never realized some eyeglasses are fake and just do nothing but leave marks on your nose.

 Needy. I’m needy. I’ve been crying and going crazy for weeks now. This has been such a wild ride with him that looking back now I just feel like everything we had was just from a book. A Novel, a fictional one. I wish him the best however it just makes me feel a certain way knowing I have suffered more than he did. It’s like all the entire time I believe he had some reservations about us and he knew we are not going to work out and a few puzzle pieces come into my mind to support this claim. One, he never formally introduced me to his family because I think he never wanted them involved when it all crashes down unlike mine where my family had known him and are angry and tears knowing I almost tore my relationships with them just to have Timothy by my side. Two, being with him, despite the care and the love, felt like a love prison, for both of us. What I mean is I felt like he was just faking it to make sure he complied with the “ideal boyfriend” persona he describes himself as because there are moments when he had rolled his eyes at me to the back of his skull thinking “Hambert is not really worth it”. Three, and last, in support of number two, He admitted he wanted someone else. Not me. I’m glad I had so much time to make sure I have figure out the science of persuasion that I figured out a way to make him spill the truth to me and I have to say it was fucked up. Imagine being with a person beside you while his mind is off sucking someone else’s dick. That felt like boiling water in my freshly healed heart. Because I think breaking up is fine, sure some relationships need a time-off, but to know who’s replacing you? that’s just fucked up.

 This is where I got really and intensely angry at him that I made sure we really would hate each other after the end because my good side tried to patch things up with him even though it made me look so desperate running through their doors just to give him a movie or something so he wouldn’t be wasting time or whatever, but the bad side of me just wanted to get even so I made sure that I did some stupid things that actually, in the end, bought me peace of mind and of course some insights to process my pain.

 I met his the girl he dated before me. Which he just ghosted. I did that to catch his attention which ended up me having blocked by him on social media. My point of meeting this girl, besides my petty brain, was to make sure I erase this picture of him that I painted in my head, which was a handsome prince who picked roses for me every morning just to make sure I don’t dance in stems of thorns. Timothy was such a great man that he also made sure I would feel like nobody would care for me the way he cared. Which was debugged when I and Venus, the ex of my ex, had lunch over spaghetti, taco’s and the dick we both had in our mouths (and by dick we mean by attitude or literally, whichever comes first to your mind) When we talked I realized he has a cruel way of making sure you wouldn’t compare him to anyone. And the way he twisted their story to me, because when we spoke I realized Tim was such a liar he had to make her look thirsty for him and no woman should be painted that way, ever. That conversation I believe healed us both in a way were now, we’re friends and shit-talking about a guy full of shit which basically catered to what I want which was to make sure all of the good pictures in my head was crossed check for what is the actuality of who he was. In that moment me and Venus realized we were both used as a gateway for his lust to a guy named Gwen. I can’t call it love because I’m sure Tim has not have the opportunity to connect with Gwen on a deeper level so fuck fake smiles here, people.

 Who I thought was the man, that I’m willing to go through with all the hardships in my life, who would support me, and help me grow, turned to be a complete poser. This was hard for me because I know him in way that not Venus knows and I know very well that he’s a broken soul, but there is no rational reason to justify his pain to be carried over to his present life knowing well that he is old enough to fuck us both, and for him to be running around and break the hearts of people who loves him.

 What also bothered me was the fact tat he was just so ready to move on to the next page of his life which was by trajectory, was Gwen, and that he never muttered a word that would have potentially brought us back together. He was just so “Please I need new dick in my mouth I’m bored of you because you’re  a pain in the ass”.

 Pain in the ass was also one thing that he couldn’t handle. He never wanted anal with me. Now, I don’t know why but I have a strong feeling that would have it been Gwen to offer to top him, I’m sure he’d squat in less than a second. Forgive my bitterness overflowing in each word here, if you’ve been in so much pain, you might understand.

 The world isn’t big enough because this Gwen guy is a close friend of my friend Argie. Now long story short Gwen doesn’t do boys, or so he claims. Tim got dumped and now it’s a double whammy for our pretty boy Tim who thinks everyone is gonna drool for him. I hate him though. That Gwen guy, he haven’t done no shit. I can’t like him because he’s the friend of my friend and I know it’s not his fault, but sometimes disliking people just don’t need to be justified, we just feel the way we feel.

 I hate knowing he was my replacement just in case he was into boys because he’s manly, skinnier and lanky (as Tim admitted he like those kind of boys, one where he could pose as a pedophile) short, and it makes me more bitter going to work everyday passing their 3-story house making it feel like a slap to me for coming from a poor family. It was like “Hambert, your replacement is a handsome, skinny guy whose rich and that’s what our high maintenance Tim boy wants, bye, you deserve to be left, so sorry but not sorry, go ahead and die.��

 Got a chance to talk to him though and I think he’s smart from staying off the dirt because I would drag him in the mud with Tim on top of him so they could finally get to fuck one another for making me and Venus shed tears.

 Let me tell you one thing though. And this is fucked up. I still love him.

 I still feel his kisses on my lips. His face in my chest. The scent of his hair or his subtle way of putting his nose on my shoulders in the jeep. This is what breaks me to tears like right now. Because knowing I can’t have that anymore. It’s feels like death and I’ve had a fair share of losing people and tragedies from living so poor, not eating to being accused of wrong things, to be bullied in work or having my grandmother die while I’m carrying her to the hospital or maybe even growing up without a father, but I think this has been the greatest pain I’ve dealt with. To be in tears because of love.

 And I can go ahead and make stories about how I successfully dodged a bullet. But to be fair, I know that in those nights I spent with with him, the love we shared, I know he’s the love of my life and there could never be anyone. Because now I’m scared to be loved and be in love. I can’t embrace something that broke me.

 I’m now employed ans still studying. Things seem fine. I’m walking on a fire pit but I’m still alive.

 However if there is one more song we can bond over, just one last, I wish I can sing Ariana’s “Needy” to him. Just to make him understand. How good it feels to be needed.