#i love drawin his hair though

[scriv3lloirl]

Ignore how fuckin ugly the anatomy n guitar n the hands n jus.. ev'rythin looks. I woke up from a fuckass long nap not to long ago, n then rushed t' make this b'fore the day ended.

Anyway.

Casey Bower (he/him)

Skid Row's resident pretty boy who makes money doin shitty gigs round' town!! I love him.

Also he's single. Somehow.

[luck-of-the-drawings]

VIOLATOR!! DESECRATOR!! TURN AROUND AND MEET THE HATER!!

VEEERRRY HAPPY WITH WILLIAMS LIL SCARY ARC. HORROR MOVIE BOY. LIL ZOMBIE GUY. UNDEAD AND PIIIISSED OFF LIKE CMAAAHHHNNN I HOPE HE KEEPS THAT CHAINSAW FOREVER. IF YOURE UNDEAD CAN YOU STILL GET A NICOTINE ADDICTION? I SURE HOPE SO!

[usbfr0st3d]

Angel from a random pause on dad beat dad.

[westcoastcollectives]

⊱ ���━━━.⋅ εïз ⋅.━━━━ ⊰

𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲

⊱ ━━━━.⋅ εïз ⋅.━━━━ ⊰

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢs - billie eilish x fem!reader

ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs - angst w happy ending, allusion to homophobia

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ - in which y/n is afraid to come out to the public about their relationship or in which billie & y/n love each other despite other’s opinions

ᴀ/ɴ - soooo, i used to post on this account (username bilsluvr) but i deleted everything and revamped the account 😭. this is an old fanfic that i wrote in 2022 , but in honor of the new album i’ve decided to repost it :) i hope you guys like it <3 (also this is based on billie’s song “come out and play” so i recommend to listen to it while you read.)

“wake up and smell the coffee”

“good morning bil” y/n spoke softly as she held her half full cup of coffee and smiled at the black haired girl in front of her. “hey baby” billie leaned over to peck the girls lips.

“but i love it when you’re awfully quiet”

“sleepy?” billie said as she placed her hand on y/n’s cheek. “yeah..” y/n leaned on billie’s hand. “i love you, you know that right?” billie said tenderly. “yeah, i do.” y/n whispered, turning her head slightly to peck billie’s palm, looking at the deep blue eyes lovingly.

“you see a piece of paper, could be a little greater”

“whatcha doin’?” billie asked as she took a sip of her hot tea. the warm ambience of the busy café making them feel like they were the only ones there.

“drawing” y/n giggled. billie looked at the napkin, feeling content with the day. “drawin’ what?” billie asked, smiling at the girl.

“mmm, i don’t really know,” y/n looked at the napkin. “what i feel i guess,” she finished. the napkin held a sketch of a snowy night city with a ferris wheel. “are you cold..?” billie questioned. “no billie!” y/n laughed.

their moment was interrupted when a teenage girl walked up to the smiling couple. “oh my gosh! hi! can i get a photo?” she asked excitedly.

“yes, of course” billie held a tight smile, feeling more tense. as soon as y/n noticed, she placed her hand on top of billie’s resting one. almost instantly, billie felt more relaxed just by the touch of her significant other.

“and you don’t have to keep it quiet”

the fan noticed and quickly asked, “are you guys like together or something?”.

billie’s eyes widened and y/n snatched her hand back. billie opened her mouth to answer, but y/n was too fast. “what? of course not,” she said hostilely. “we’re just friends.”

billie looked at her rather confused, but quickly switched to a sad, tight lipped smile. “yeah” she murmured.

billie was so confused. even though they weren’t out, why would she answer that way? so, abruptly.

“let’s take that photo, yeah?” billie said.

“yes!” the fan said, oblivious to the fact that she had just created a dent within the couple.

“and i know it makes you nervous”

they have been driving for a while now. LA traffic not being so light.

“why’d you answer that way” billie finally broke the silence that had been clouding the car.

“what?” y/n said surprised. “you heard me.” billie said, feeling just a tinge of anger, but not much due to the amount of love that she is filled with for the girl.

“you can’t blame me billie. we’re not going to come out to a random fan on a sunday afternoon.” she said a matter of factly.

“i understand, but i didn’t expect you to answer so fast, almost instinctively.” billie stated. feeling insecure about their relationship.

y/n sighed, looking down at her feet, fidgeting with her rings. “no billie, i’m just…” she hesitated. “nervous.”

“but i promise you, it’s worth it.” billie said as they were pulling into the drive way of their shared home.

y/n turned to billie to find her already looking at her. “can you wait for me bil?” she asked nervously.

billie held her two hands and placed them on her lap. “always.” billie said while looking at her eyes.

“look up, out of your window. see snow, won’t let it in though”

“oh my gosh..” y/n said, feeling surprised.

“what?” billie questioned as y/n urgently ran out of the room.

“it’s snowing!!” y/n came back with a big jacket that engulfed her and a beanie that was almost falling off her head.

“oh,” billie chuckled, walking up to her, fixing the beanie on her head. “you scared me, baby.” she said with a small smile. “sorry” y/n said with a wide, genuine smile.

“get out there,” billie suggested, nodding her head towards the door. “you don’t wanna come with?” y/n asked, slightly furrowing her eyebrows.

“nah, i’m already cold. go have fun.” billie smiled. “i’ll watch from in here.” she finished. “okay,” y/n said. “i love you.” she spoke before leaning in to peck billie’s lips softly.

“cause it's colder here inside in silence”

y/n opened the door excitedly, letting the cold wind blow throughout the home, making billie shiver. “sorry,” y/n chuckled. “s’okay, be safe!” billie shouted.

billie watched as the girl rushed to get to the front of the house to play with the snow. as billie watched through the front window, she noticed how truly quiet and cold it is with out the girls warm loud presence.

while watching y/n laugh at how small the snow flakes were, billie realized how grateful she is for y/n. just merely young, dumb, in love teenagers who didn’t care what people thought about them.

what changed? society’s pressure did. and billie hated that it had affect their relationship.

“and you don’t have to keep it quiet”

“what’s got you so quiet y/n/n?” billie asked, leaning over the counter, careful not to spill the iced tea. “just thinkin’” y/n replied, staring at the picture of the two perched on the mantle.

“about..?” billie said hesitantly. “us.” y/n said. “oh, good things i hope” billie nervously chuckled.

“if we come out about our relationship, do you think we’ll get hate?” y/n said sharply. billie’s head snapped towards her, “woah, where did you get that from.” she asked. “i told you, i’m just thinkin’” y/n spoke, feeling helpless.

“i think we’ll get hate no matter what we do,” billie said. “no, i mean,” y/n hesitated and sighed. “i don’t know, never mind.”

“but-“ billie started, “never mind billie.” y/n ended the conversation.

“too shy to say, but i hope you stay.”

“y/n” billie spoke into the silence. “yeah bil?” y/n said softly, looking back at billie from her seated place on the couch.

“i don’t want to hide anymore.” billie spoke confidently. “what?” y/n questioned, feeling rather confused as to where this came from.

“i want to be able to hold your hand in public, post you, love you without being afraid of someone ‘catching’ us.” billie said, finally expressing her feelings. “i love you, and i think that’s all that matters.”

“okay.” y/n whispered. “okay?” billie questioned, feeling invalidated. “what do you mean ‘okay’?” billie said, walking up to the girl and taking the spot next to her on their couch.

“i agree with you billie.” y/n said, not making eye contact with her. “then? what’s wrong?” billie asked, holding y/n’s hand, caressing it.

“i don’t want to hurt you.” y/n said, looking up at the love of her life. “why would you-“ y/n cut billie off, “i don’t want to hurt your career.” y/n spoke.

“oh.” billie murmured. “i don’t care about that.” billie spoke strongly. “i care about you and our future together.” billie was slowly getting more confused.

y/n leaned in for a hug. not saying a word, but feeling the love around them.

they held each other for the rest of the night.

“come out and play”

after hearing the last chords of the song, y/n looked up at billie with tear filled eyes. y/n found herself reminiscing each memory that correlated with the song.

“i’m sorry.” y/n sobbed, hugging billie. “why baby? don’t be sorry.” billie said. “i only want the best for us.” she smiled reassuringly.

“i’m ready.” y/n said, pulling herself away from billie and wiping underneath her eyes. “you’re right. our opinion is the only opinion that matters. it’s our relationship, not anybody else’s.”

billie could explode of happiness if she were able to. she hugged y/n hard, “i’m so happy you finally feel this way.” billie held y/n’s face and leaned in for a kiss full of love and joy.

-

the couple couldn’t be happier.

sure, they got some hate here and there, but not enough to tear them apart.

[dixons-sunshine]

A/n: idk what this is lol. I'm not an artist by any means but I thought this would be cute.

Imagine dating Daryl Dixon when you're an artist.

In the midst of all the panic that was your everyday life, it would be hard to find a moment just to sit down and draw like you used to. That's why the farm, prison and Alexandria were so important to you. There, you didn't have to run. You didn't have to worry about the dead disturbing your peace. You could whip out an old pencil/pen/whatever you desire and a notebook, and draw.

Daryl didn't understand your love for the hobby, but he loved you, so he'd go out of his way on runs to find you all the art supplies your heart desired. From pencils to crayons to the finest paint supplies, you name it. He didn't know what classified as “cheap” supplies and “expensive” supplies, so he'd just grab everything he deemed usable. He'd leave it up to you to decide what you used and didn't.

He'd always compliment your art—in his own Daryl way, of course. Don't expect some rant or anything like that. He'll hum and offer an “s'nice. Looks real good”. You'll rarely get anything else out of him, but that doesn't mean he doesn't think you're talented as fuck. He does, he just doesn't know how to voice it.

He'll always compliment your art, but when you draw him and show him, he'd get all shy and won't know what to say. If he's really comfortable with you, he'll playfully make fun of the drawing and himself.

“Surprised the paper didn't tear when it saw ya drawin' my face.”

“Damn, really had to add my greasy hair, huh?”

“All'a this creative control and ya couldn't make me handsome?”

He secretly loves it when you draw him, though. It makes him feel loved and appreciated. Of all the things you could draw, you choose him. That makes him feel like he's on cloud nine.

I can also see him halfheartedly trying to draw you one day. You'd be busy drawing while seated on the couch, in your own little world, completely unaware of the archer picking up a piece of paper and a pencil. When he'd be done, he'd tap you on the shoulder and show you his drawing of you. In my opinion, it would surprisingly be an okay drawing. One would clearly be able to tell that it's you. You'd cherish that drawing, and it would make Daryl so happy.

If you offer to give Daryl some lessons on drawing, he'd secretly be ecstatic. Plus it gave him some insight to your love for the hobby, so he'd be a star student. (Some lessons ended with the papers and supplies scattered and the two of you disappearing into the bedroom for some other activities, but other than that, he was an eager learner.)

[awriternamedart]

One of the many things Akira noticed about Sakamato Ryuji was just how quietly he loved.

He didn’t mean specifically in a romantic sense. Friends, family, strangers- the way Ryuji showed his care and affection was almost silent.

It had first made itself apparent when Akira learned that Ryuji’s bright, yellow blonde wasn’t his natural tone- it was in fact, a bleach job he kept up on. He had noticed that Ryuji’s roots were growing in- a dark brown color that stood out starkly- and made an idle comment on it, drawing a fidgeting Ryuji’s hand to his thick, unruly hair.

“Oh, yeah. Been savin’ up to get some more bleach ‘n toner ‘n shit soon- ain’t let it grow out this long in a while.”

“You bleach it?”

“Yeah, started doin it round secondary and just- never stopped, I guess.”

He had later found out that he had done it so that Ann wouldn’t be alone as the only blonde, and even though they had fallen out over the years, he had still kept up with it. And considering the price of that kind of bleach job, the fact that he was always reminded to dye it back- it wasn’t an easy endeavor to keep up with.

And yet, he did so without even a thought of stopping.

It really had caught Akira’s eye when Yusuke had joined their little group.

For the first time, Akira got to witness Ryuji get along with someone from the beginning- and it wasn’t exactly easy. Ryuji, for all his sunny grins, had more than a few walls up when it came to new people. He got to see a gruffer, more agitated Ryuji- and also got to witness him slowly lower that outward mask to let their teammate in.

When Akira caught Ryuji suddenly always having a pencil on hand, he had known Yusuke had his seal of approval.

This type of pattern just kept repeating itself, mostly. With Makoto it was… a little more difficult- but that was because they had a history by ear. Ryuji’s reputation was the stark opposite of Makoto’s so there was bound to be friction- but Ryuji wasted no time in trying to help her anyway.

Even if Akira would forever shiver at the memory of Ryuji throwing himself in front of a moving car.

From there- Futaba, Haru, even Morgana, Sae, Sojiro and Kasumi on the off chance of meeting her- Ryuji would always have a special way that he loved. That he cared.

Something even Ryuji himself hadn’t seemed aware of when Akira first brang it up.

“Eh? Whaddya mean?”

“The pencil in your pocket. It's for Yusuke, isn't it?” Akira prodded, a nonchalant question more than anything. The quiet tenor of his voice carried a much lighter lilt to it now that they had taken down Shido.

“How'd you know I got a pencil- well, dudes always mumblin ‘bout drawin this or that.” Ryuji offhandedly waved, leaning back onto the comforter atop Akira’s mishmash assembly of a bed. “ ‘s easier to shut him up with it."

“Haru never running out of soil or fertilizer?”

“The bags aren’t that heavy- sides, it ain't like I got anythin’ else to do after school, ‘less ‘m hangin’ out with you.”

“Morgana’s treat pocket in your bag?”

“Keeps him from yowlin’ at me.”

“Futaba’s ever growing manga collection?”

“They were just gonna rot in my room.”

“Makoto mentioned that her notes are always nice and neat whenever she gets them back from you.”

“Well, duh, they aint mine. Gotta keep them in nice condition.”

“Your hair?”

“What about it?”

Akira just rolled his eyes. This guy was impossible- so silence fell over the pair in the quiet room overlooking the backstreets. Wood creaked nearby, a quiet snapping noise that neither paid much attention to.

There was more Akira could have gone into to- the dishes when Sojiro was out and Ryuji was hangin around, Akira catching him looking up gymnastics specifics one evening- hell, Ryuji had even begun to look through how to properly play billiards before.. yeah.

For all the shit Ryuji was dragged through, the butt of the joke, the beaten up punch line- he never stopped caring. Akira couldnt help but be proud of his choice in a loyal right hand.

“Uh oh.”

“Hm?"

“Ya got that look on yer face.” Ryuji leaned forward, a smirk rising on his face. “That stupid calculatin look like your takin a shadow apart with your mind.”

“I have no idea what you mean.”

The repressed smirk said it all to Ryuji, the way grey glinted behind faux glasses- Akira had all but two seconds before an arm was slung over his shoulder, gasping as he was tugged down and a hand was playfully ruffling with his hair. Laughter erupted, Ryuji’s demands that he tell him whats going on in his head almost lost to the tussle.

“Cmon, ‘Kira- you cant hide nothin from me!”

“Unfortunately.” Glasses knocked askew, Akira straighted up, going to fix them before they were snatched off his face. “Hey-!”

Ryuji just grinned back, shark teeth and all.

“So, gonna tell me or do I gotta hold these hostage?”

And Akira just rolled his eyes, easily snatching back his glasses and slipping them on his face. He looked back to Ryuji to see brown shining back, amber flecks dancing in the setting sun. Straw gold hair caught the few orange rays that managed to worm their way into the backstreets of Yongen-Jaya, freshly touched up blonde roots barely visible through the thicket of mismatched cut hair.

He felt himself just shake his head, melting easily to his partner in crime who just blinked- looking at Akira in slight confusion.

“Dude, you sure you're good?"

Neither of them were PDA people- maybe thats why it was easy for them to just exist around each other like they did. But for the rare moments- the quiet touch of their lips, the stolen moments they had, hands hesitantly bumping against the others- Akira knew.

For all the ways Ryuji loved, this was the way Akira liked the most.

-

The Quiet Way He Cares - awriternamedart

[babyanderson]

this is sucky and long and i didn’t know how to end it :(

abby was out on a mission, leaving you alone for the day. the only way of contacting her was a walkie-talkie placed next to you on your shared bed. you remember her saying something about it being for “emergencies only”, you’re not sure if this was an emergency. fog fills your mind more by the second and the joyful feeling in your tummy becomes almost too much as you lean back against abby’s pillow, reaching for the walkie-talkie and whispering into it. “mama..mama…mama hear me?” you giggle, moving to lay on your stomach, kicking your fuzzy sock clad feet in the air. you gasp as you hear your mama’s voice, a bit fuzzy because of the distance.

“i hear you, baby. you okay?” she says back, you can hear the smile in her voice, which made you smile at the device in your hand.

“i good, mama! i jus’ thinkin ‘bout mama n when mama gonna be back?” you giggle softly, now fidgeting to lay on your back, fiddling with the hem line of abby’s your shirt.

“good. thinking about you too, sweetie. i’ll be back soon, okay? pinky promise. gotta go though, angel. gonna be okay?” you can hear manny shout something in the distance, he says the “f word”, which makes you gasp. you pout at her words and sigh.

“okay, mama. i be okay, mama, i been drawin’! an’ playin’ with alice with mel, too, mama-*yawn*,”you say dreamily into it as you hear abby giggle into her walkie talkie.

“that’s amazing, baby. can’t wait to see your drawings! nap time now, though, okay? i’ll be back when you wake up, promise,” abby replies. you both say your goodbyes and you get tucked into your bed, slowly drifting off.

you wake up to a soft shake on your shoulder, blinking up at the blonde next to you.

“mama!” you exclaim, climbing into abby’s lap. she wraps her arms around your waist, hugging you gently.

“hi, sweetheart. missed you so much,” you hug her back tighter, quickly jumping off her lap to grab your drawings, showing them to abby proudly.

“mama, look. this one me an’ you, this one me an’ you an’ alice an’ this one me with purple hair,” she giggles once more and pulls you back into her lap, kissing your forehead, letting you talk about your day some more.

“love you, mama,” you place a kiss on abby’s cheek, smiling widely up at her.

“love you most, baby,” she replies, laying down on your bed, your head resting on her chest as your breathing syncs with hers, feeling your eyes get heavy as you drift back off together.

[r4inyclouds]

Hold on-...

CRAPPP, MY ARTWORK AUTOCORRECTED!!

How'd it even go from Bucky to Becky??

Sighhhh, guess I gotta live with it

"I am Jamie Becky Barnes, and you are apart of my efforts to make ammends."

(Or, otherwise known as, Jamie 'Becky' Rebecca Barnes, Becky Barnes, or, of course Becky)

I wanted to draw a beefy butch lesbian (bisexual?) leave me be and my growing amounts of genderswaps, I'm pansexual I SWEAR.

More for just some rambles:

Can't tell if I still like Bucky more. But like, UGHHHH, SHE'S ACTUALLY SUCH A NEED IM SORRY. But no, I guess they're equal? That's such a difficult decision. Idk just wanted to feed the lesbians looking for scraps and me I guess.

I shoved my head into the pillow and screamed because I decided to put this on my WhatsApp status and my dad replied "😍"... This is actual bullyin' at this point he's been blabberin' on about my Sebastian stan obsession since he accidentally found out apparently, and how I have 'good taste'...

Curse the neurodivergent adhd parents and their constant need to fester and see me suffer, pay your bills.

Sorry that went a little off topic. Ignore me, I'm just as bad.

Alright, name time! This name was probably discovered before since either so easy and simple but I feel accomplished for once, shush.

So, obviously, Becky from Bucky, just changin' a vowel, you know, the jist.

Jamie, from James, how lovely. I can't remember if Jamie is gender neutral or even from around the 40s nor do I care, I think... It does seem quite feminine to me though... now for personal reasons still questionin' the name. But. Eh.

Rebecca, from Becky. Not much to say on that.

Anyway, please tell me you can tell I love drawin' hair because I do; I would jork to it if I could. So hair? Hair, hair hair. With me, genderswapping is when you just make a character a different label that would fit the norm of that label, which is female, though, when you think about it if you were genderswapped, you'd still have the same mindset as the other version, you'd Identify more with that version and then therefore get dysphoria and act more masculine, maybe become male. I used to hate genderswaps because of that, but I was just thinking too much into it, so I'll have my fun. Anyway, tangent there, but what I was getting to is that I will make the hair longer for women genderswaps just to give the effect, no matter if it was already considered long. So, which is why She has the extremely long hair in Thunderbolts and Winter Soldier, because to men his hair was long, so to women her hair must also be long.

And I also just NEEDED to see her in a grown out pixie cut so tfaws was a great excuse to do that.

Anyway, stucky shipper, sambucky shipper... but I'm still quite not over stucky at all so I focus on them mostly, and honestly, I will draw them preferably my next post as both genderswapped because... NEED PLEASE BOOBA AAAAAAAHHHHHH.

[plantemane]

LOOK!! GUYS LOOK!! guys! guys, LOOK!! i have more Benrey art :D hehehe man i love drawin him ngl. gotta draw stuff for more head cannons. andyways... he is alien, Aliens have Antennae (even though this is more like whiskers in how the work) he has them in his hair. and so he detests haircuts cause cutting whiskers is bad. so now he has the top ponytail of shame for his whiskers so he can have a good hair length, otherwise his hair is full of spiders and random other things like twigs.

[lilac-cat-draws]

youe flower shop au is so so so so cute pls tell me the little details youve figured out for it- like litterally info dump anything you want am just so curious thank you wow- also i have too many drawins to do rn but at some point could i make fanarts for your au? so so cuteeee

Oh I didn't expect to have an ask about this AU again, but thank you!

Even though I haven't been back in the fandom for a while, I'll gladly share what I could from what I can remember. I don't know when I'll get back into this, you can say that this AU is on a very long hiatus for the time being.

The Flower Shop and Tattoo Parlour AU was of course something I've made on a whim just to write my ships in but the more I got into it I got invested into writing little headcanons while at the same time having some parts of this AUs story be somewhat similar to the original.

Also I thought I'd say it here but if anyone else is invested in this AU as well, I wouldn't mind seeing anyone else have a go at this AU concept too, so I'm giving full permission to use as some inspiration. I'd love to see what others could do with this story.

This is long so I added a cut

The things I haven't brought up in this AU are mostly the other PM and ADA member's roles in the AU these where the other ideas I had in mind that I never though of posting, not including Soukoku and shin soukoku (unfortunately I didn't have any illustrations of them so it's just text for now) :

ADA (Tattoo Parlour)

Yosano - I had posted about her once before and I think the information about her is still the same. Works at the Tattoo shop part time and as a doctor for her main job, she's one of the workers who are skilled in applying piercings

Ranpo - He was the trickiest one to come up with because of who he is as a character, but the closest I could think of is that He could also be a tattoo artist and a really skilled one in fact, but he prefers to just sit back and do his own thing so he doesn't work with a lot of client unless he wants to himself

Kunikida - He would be the manager of the shop and would of course still be a former math teacher turned manager to a Tattoo Parlour, but for the reason on why he chose this, I never got into why or I probably forgot

Junichiro - One of the shops other piercers he's taking this job also part time in order to earn money to support him and his sister. Speaking of, Naomi is also very well known at the shop from how often she visits him at work and is often asked to leave by Kunikida when she stays for too long

Kyoka - She's a regular junior high student as well as Atsushi's neighbour. Her parents were the ones to have introduced her to him after a friendly encounter and would ask him to tutor their daughter when they're away for work on occasion. Kyoka personally sees him as an older brother figure to her and would keep her company as she would be often by herself

Kenji - a close school friend of Kyoka and he personally know Atsushi as well after being introduced by his friend. The two would also visit the shop sometimes whenever they walk back from school

Fukuzawa - the owner of the shop but also let's his workers operate freely as long as they're not causing any serious trouble, he has a past that he prefers not to bring up and the interaction between him and Ranpo is the same like in the original

PM (Flower Shop)

Kouyou - On of the best and oldest workers at the shop and is Chuuya's superior, she's the first to rely on as she provides the best bouquet arrangements for any special occasion whether it be events or weddings

Higuchi - A new worker at the shop and looks up to Akutagawa, she's well antiquated with both him and his sister Gin. Over time she had slowly developed feelings for Ryunosuke but is unfortunately unaware that he has eyes for someone else, a certain silver haired tattoo artist

Tachihara - He is also a new comer he worked at the shop before Higuchi, he's very laid back and would regularly hang out with Gin and Hirotsu during breaks

Hirotsu - Another experienced worker at the flower shop, for his age he's still capable of carrying large portions of supplies with no issue and would regularly smoke at the back of the shop whenever he's on break

Kajii - Tasked on looking over the quality of the flowers and maintains their quality but at the same time is very curious of the capabilities of the plants and would often be stopped by the other workers from wasting any more of their stock

Mori - The mysterious owner of the flower shop, it's unknown on why he chose to run one but apparently there are some rumours about the shop's owner having possible crime connections as well as former workers disappearing but they all lack information to confirm it's validity

[tartppola]

Happy New Years to you—here's to joy, success, and memories w/loved ones! Your artstyle is very vibrant—to me, the lineart is very complimentary to your usage of colors (the lineart is so clean w/organic flow and the colors have this balance of saturation w/pop that makes each chara color palette so distinct)! I also love how much is conveyed in your yuu, Yuulis, and Adeuce content! Esp the interactions between chara.s, I can feel a natural flow of the story w/each panel of the comic! -Anon

OOOOOIIUUYGAHHHHHHHHHHHHHJKLJFHHGHHUHHUHUSHGYHUHUHUUH ANNOOONNNNNNN NNONSOONNNNUEUURUHRRURHRH UR THE SWEETEST FRFRR GHUUUGHHHHHH THANJYOU THANKYIYR TAHNK YOUU HUHUHU

III!!! I rlly like saturated colors mm,,,sometimes i do get carried away though and I don't think abt how it'll affect the drawing when i look at it thru mobile ( just look at my aceys,,,his hair is either orange as hell or very red TT ) but!! im glad u like ittt!!!! AND IM RLLY GLAD U LIEK MY COMIC STUFF AS WELL UHUHUHU I've been doing less of those since theyre SOOO time consuming but I always try my damnest to upstage myself everytime i do a new one!! ( rollo one is still my fave atm!! )

AND IM GLAD U LIKE MY GOOFY GOOBER YUULIS N THE GOOFY GOOBER HEARTSHACKLE GANG!!! i love adeuceyuu sm theyre like my comfort trio oouhghhuhuhuh and I'm soooo glad that there was a lot of Ace and Deuce content with Yuu in 2023!!

again tysm for the sweet message nonnie!! it makes it worth drawin when i know ppl think of things like this to my stuff!!!

[sapphire-heart-tippy]

(Short Sapphire Heartverse filler episode)

Secret Secret Admirer

Vanilla is cleaning up the kitchen at the end of the day, suddenly, from the corner of his eye he spots something lying on the table.

"Hm?" Vanilla curiously makes his way over to the object,"Ugh, that termite left his stupid sketch book here." He pouts with a small irritated sigh. He snatches the sketch book up, ready to return it to its rightful owner but...

His curiosity gets the best of him. Looking over both of his shoulders, Ice decides to flip to the first page. It's just a series consisting of popular cartoon character doodles.

"I have to admit, he's got a bit of a knack for this kind of thing." Vanilla leafs through the pages of drawings, casually admiring them and even giggling at some of the humorous ones. One page in particular catches his eye, however. Ice skipped over it at first, but the realization caught up with him.

"Is that...?" Vanilla's eyes do not deceive him. "..supposed to be me?"

What rests on that page is a sketched but clear profile cartoon drawing of Vanilla from the waist up. Earlier on that day, Vanilla and Tippy were both silently working on things together. Ice had assumed that he was drawing something for Lord Dio.

Vanilla was in that position while they were both in the same room. He was filling out his planner for the upcoming week and Tippy must've been looking at the side of Vanilla's face for that entire time. All the while Vanilla is looking at this drawing, his cheeks get hotter and hotter the more he thinks about it.

Ice wants to be mad or outraged but can't find a reason to be. In fact, he's very flattered and loves the drawing... And he hates that. Vanilla puffs out his cheeks trying to convince himself that he's angry, but he soon lets out a sigh. Vanilla doesn't want to look at the drawing anymore. It gives him that weird, warm, ball of fuzz in his tummy and makes his face and get all warm. His heart skips a beat and flutters in his chest, making him take a sharp deep breath.

"Oh no." Vanilla realizes something else but he's too ashamed to say it out loud, even when no one is there...

This is the same exact feeling I get... When I think about Lord Dio...

Hurriedly, Ice speed walks to Tippy's room, covering his face with his long brown hair the entire way.

Vanilla covers his face, which is reddening even further, with the sketch book. He feels such shame as though people could read his thoughts.

Tuk tuk tuk

Vanilla knocks on the door. Tippy answers it and looks up at him with slight confusion but a welcoming smile,

"Oh, hey Lucky Charms. Did ya need something?"

Vanilla is paralyzed for a brief moment before handing Tippy back his sketch book,

"Here. You left it on the table."

He is trying way too hard to look serious and a little angry, but it comes off as nervous.

"You okay?" Tippy asks him.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Are you okay?" Vanilla crosses his arms with a huff and puff, "Don't leave your stuff lying around, there are some weirdos walking around here."

"You got that right. I saw a really creepy looking weirdo walking around here a little while ago." Tippy looks around.

"Really? What did they look like?" Vanilla asks, a little protective of Tippy.

"Well, he had long fudge brown hair, he was super tall like a wedding cake, caramel skin, big chocolate eyes, teeth that looked like sugar cubes, oh and he was wearing this purple leotard. I think his name was Strawberry Milkshake or something." Tippy teases Vanilla. Vanilla gives him a disgruntled and exhausted look,

"Hmph! Well, if you see any actual threats then just let me know." This makes Tippy giggle a little bit, this embarrasses Vanilla. He shakes his head,

"It's not funny!"

"You saw that doodle, didn't you?" Tippy asks.

"Hm?! What doodle? Oh! Oh! You think that I would want to snoop in your journal?" Vanilla won't look Tippy in the eye.

"Oh, hush. I was planning on giving it to you as a gift once I'm done with it." Tippy smiles and looks through for the drawing. "It's just a sketch right now, but I was planning on inking and coloring it for you."

This gives Vanilla that fuzzy fuzzy feeling again. His tummy is filled with butterflies and warm plush. Once again, the heat returns to his cheeks and tips of his ears. Vanilla frowns and hesitates,

"Hum...mmm... Hmph. Well then... Huh!"

Tippy smiles, "Well, if you want it the way it is now then you can have it."

"Thanks." Ice pouts. Tippy gently tears the page out and hands it up to Vanilla, who takes it, trying to look distant.

"You described me using dessert jokes." Vanilla narrows his eyes at Tippy.

"Hahaha! So? Your nickname is Vanilla Ice and your stand is Cream. Vanilla Ice Cream! I couldn't help it, plus you're just soooo darn sweet." Tippy continues to press his buttons. Vanilla looks to his lower left and thinks for a bit. Ice looks down at Tippy,

"Well, you're like a blue raspberry... Slushy... Or something."

"Sounds delicious! If you put us both together, you get one of those yummy blue raspberry slush floats. You know the ones that's like a slushy and vanilla ice cream? Those are so good." Tippy says.

"Put us together?! What do you mean by that?!" Vanilla's heart races and he panics a little, still remaining a bit quiet however. His demeanor changes from stoic and uncaring of the world around him, to a bit more frazzled and insecure.

"I mean like... If we were ice creams or something? What did you think I meant?" Tippy raises an eyebrow. Vanilla purses his lips and shifts his eyes away,

"Nothing. It's just been a long day. I need rest to serve Lord Dio tomorrow. Yes, Lord Dio. He's the one and only. The most amazing man in the entire world, that Lord Dio."

"Yep, he sure is great." Tippy giggles softly.

They both tell each other goodnight and Ice heads back to his room.

The entire night, Vanilla tosses and turns. His mind is filled with images and scenarios involving Tippy. He covers his eyes with his forearm, mouth twisting into a frown. Finally, one scenario that decides to barge in pushes Vanilla to shove his face into his pillow and scream. Vanilla imagined what it would be like to kiss Tippy on the lips.

The only person Vanilla has ever kissed has been Dio so far. He presses his face deeper into the pillow and lets out a muffled wail of embarrassment, yearning, and confusion. He leans up and gasps for air, cursing himself. Vanilla sits on the edge of his bed contorting his hands and clenching the air,

"I can't believe I actually.... UGH! He's such a little stupid, short, nerdy, twiggy little annoying little termite! UGH!" Vanilla grabs his head and pants with frustration, "He's so irritating! He's so stupid! He's so ridiculous and thinks he's so funny, but he's not! Even if I laughed, none of his idiotic jokes are funny!"

Vanilla grits his teeth and clenches his fists, working himself up so much that he starts to sweat. His bare chest rises and falls with each breath. Ice counts on his fingers and rants into the void,

"He's too short and too skinny, first of all so not my type. He's a lazy, loud mouthed, stubborn little pest that thinks he's a comedian... Okay maybe he has a few jokes that get a laugh out of me here and there." Vanilla starts to calm down, "And Tippy may be vertically challenged but he's cute, so I'll give him that... but it's not just his face that's cute. That stupid laugh he does is kind of cute too, but that's it. That's all he's getting from me. My heart belongs to Lord Dio and Lord Dio ALONE."

Vanilla tries to lay back down, only to be bombarded with what ifs and maybes. His faux angry face eases into a more worried expression. The brunette lays on his side and can't help but to feel a bit of guilt. His newly discovered feelings bring him guilt on both a potential (if any) betrayal of Dio or maybe ruining the still fresh and ever delicate friendship with Tippy.

Ice sighs and can't get Tippy out of his head even after he falls asleep.

I just need to keep this all to myself... Nobody has to know about these shameful feelings... Especially not Tippy.

The End

(well technically to be continued because this is just a short "in between" story of the Sapphire Heartverse!)

[tonberry-yoda]

Hi I was wondering if you’d be ok with selecting a character for me for Valentine’s Day.

I’m 5’1, have short, wavy brown hair and green eyes. I’m chubby with pale skin. I love wearing loose-fitting/baggy clothes. My hobbies are drawing and video games. My friends and family say that I’m very kind and they love me but I’m a mess and can be a bit loud/annoying sometimes. Can the character be from either Overwatch or MHA please? Thank you ^^

notes: hi there anon!!! thank you so much for sending in a matchup request and i am so sorry this took so long omg. but thank you for your patience <3333

the character I match you up with is...

GENJI!!

jesus christ that gif

sorry sorry

moving on

im just gonna get his outta the way, he would call you short

in a cute way

if it does annoy you or actually hurt a little tho, he will stop

but it's all jokes

he's never intentionally mean to you

he would let you steal his hoodies

he would love to just run his fingers through your hair

he would just watch you draw like he just loves being there with you when you're just vibin and drawin

and he would draw with you

he would definitely play A LOT of videogames with you

this man is killer at videogames, so there is no mercy even in mario kart

you two arent a couple anymore in those moments, your rivals

he doesnt think you're loud and annoying at all, he actually loves that you have a louder side

he's a really quiet guy, so to have that louder other half is something that he actually loves

but definitely doesn't think you're annoying

does think you're extremely kind though and thinks you're the best partner ever <333

~~~~~

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[voikiraz]

Lover ; niki 니키 .

Lovers . bf!niki x fem!reader w. None i think step ? #758 M.recordings ! [ i cant believe its overrr, but im so grateful for the love yall gave this seriesand im glad you enjoyed ittt ! Mwahh ]

Syn. Lover niki and actions he does that makes you fold every time.

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ꕤ ni-ki always has a thing for making you origami stuff, whenever you meet up, he has something made out of paper for you, a flower on a picnic date, a bird while you're watching the sunrise, an animal when you're in a pet shop cause you're thinking of adopting a pet, a little envelope with a paper that has his number even though you already have it, everything, you name it.

One day you decided to show up unannounced at his dorm.

You had made him an origami flower, deciding to pay him back for all the hard work he put into the ones he made you, you knew how hard it is from the constant tries that you were taking, over and over again.

You knocked on his door three times then waited, humming to some song while waiting for someone to open the door.

Once the door opened, a shocked niki stood in front of you.

"What are you doing here?"

"Is that how you greet your girlfriend?" You ask, frowning.

"No- I'm sorry I just-" he tries to reason but then a smiley jake pops up from behind him.

"He was making you an origami bouquet and he doesn't want you to know" Jake says, rolling his eyes as riki groans, there goes the surprise.

ꕤ TRUST ME WHEN I TELL YOU. this boy 100% has a locked folder of a ton of pictures of you. He can have pictures from your born day and you would never know where he got them from.

He probably bribed your dad to get these photos.

And the way he takes pictures of you all the time.

If you two meet on campus on a busy day and you only have 2 minutes to talk, HE WILL TAKE A PIC OF YOU.

he just loves you like that, and he probably looks at these pictures all the time.

You thought he just takes pics for fun and delets them later, but you found out that it's totally the opposite.

"Yo niki, can I change the song?" Sunoo asks from the passenger seat, niki sitting right behind him with the aux plugged in his phone.

"Yeah sure" niki hands him his phone, being stupid enough to not close the opened folder that's FLOODED with your pics.

"Do you seriously have a full folder of y/n pictures?" Sunoo says and nikis eyes widen, snatching his phone from sunoos hold as you stare at him with a smile.

"Wait you do? I want to see" you say and he just rolls his head back, wondering why everything gets exposed by his bandmates, he can never live in peace.

ꕤ anywhere, everywhere, all the time. Your scrunchie or hair tie is always around his srist.

First sleepover? He stole a hair tie.

You went out on a cafe date and you need to tie your hair? He has one!

It's the start of his concert but he almost forgot to take off your hair scrunchie from his wrist.

He always will Have one.

It came to a point where fans started questioning it.

Whenever he comes over he steals one, or whenever you let your hair down, he just steals it and never returns it.

You started to think you will never see them again (you won't)

He has a collection. Trust me.

It just makes him feel close to you, but he will never say it, he hides it by saying 'you always lose your hair ties, and you always whine when we're out that you want to tie your hair that's why I have one with me'

Total lie, but you find him adorable so you let him.

ꕤ okay this may sound stupid, but you and niki would definitely buy colouring books and colour together when you're alone in the dorm, away from the eyes of your friends.

Now look me in the eyes and say he wouldn't do that.

One day you were hanging together and you saw he had a colouring game so you just bought some colouring books without saying anything to him.

And then you just go to his dorm, your bag filled with colours and colouring books, and you 'force' him to colour with you.

(You let him pick the drawing)

You two took it so seriously, assigning each one with colours and the spaces they should colour, and you definitely made a competition about who would and wouldn't go out of line.

It just became your thing at this point.

© voikiraz 2O24

[lunarbuck]

Naughty List

pairing: Sam Wilson x f!reader (any race)

wc: 1.4k

summary: You and Sam make your way to the top of Santa's Naughty List.

warnings: fluff, holidays, oral (f receiving), smut (p in v), swearing, pet names (baby, Sugar)

a/n: This is my secret Santa gift for the lovely and amazing @late-to-the-party-81 as part of the 'Tis the Season to be Thot-y Challenge!! I hope you enjoy it :) I had so so so much fun writing it <3 Also, this is. my first time writing a Sam Wilson-centered fic; I hope I did him justice

⭐️ happy holidays ⭐️

Dialogue prompt: Santa doesn't need to know about this

Festive Device: Roaring fireplace

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You and Sam climb out of Steve’s car and wave your goodbyes as he pulls out of your driveway. Sam’s arm wraps around your waist, tugging you close.

Together, the two of you make your way into the house and out of the snow. It falls gently in the quiet of the night, landing softly on your jacket and in your hair. You weren’t sure if there would be snow this year, but you’re happy to have a white Christmas.

Sam takes your coat once you’re inside, and you smile at the chivalrous gesture. He never fails to treat you like the queen he claims you are.

“That was quite the party,” Sam says as you plop down onto the plush couch in the living room. Instead of joining you, he kneels in front of the fireplace and makes a fire. Even though he’s wearing long sleeves, you can see his muscles moving in his back. Your fingers itch to feel them, to soothe any sore spots.

Sam must feel your eyes on him because he gives you a glance, one that tells you just how much he likes when you look at him like that. You wink, and he laughs, going back to his task of lighting the fire. 

When he’s done, Sam walks over to the couch and sits beside you, tugging you into his embrace. He’s warm, and the fire’s heat fills the room, creating a cozy atmosphere.

With the snow falling outside and the fire roaring, it really feels like Christmas. Sam’s festive sweater certainly helps, though you’d taunted him mercilessly about it before the party. You��ll never admit it to him, but he can pull off anything, even an ugly Christmas sweater.

“What’s on your mind, baby?” Sam asks, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. You snuggle closer to him and breathe in his perfect scent.

“I’m just happy I get to spend Christmas with you,” you reply. And it’s true; you are so happy about that. Time with Sam is never guaranteed, what with his job and all, so any time you get with him is treasured. 

Sam shifts you in his arms, so you’re curled up on his lap, and he looks down at you with those big beautiful puppy dog eyes. “I’m happy too.” He leans down, and kisses you gently, making sure you know just how happy he is, just how cared for you are.

Sam’s passion and kindness practically ooze from his pores, but it’s even clearer just how good of a man he is when he’s kissing you, when he’s making you feel oh so loved. 

He plays you like a fiddle, letting his hands roam over your body, feeling you beneath his calloused fingers. You melt into his touch, fully at mercy to his ministrations. It’s so easy to get lost in him, in his smell, in the way he makes you feel. 

Sam’s hands find your legs, and he adjusts you so that your legs are wrapped around his torso. He stands, easily lifting you with him in the movement. He walks over to the rug in front of the fireplace and gently lowers you both to the ground.

Seated on top of Sam, you can feel his erection pressing against your center. You gently grind against him, your hips moving as if of their own volition. Sam groans beneath you, fingers making their way into your hair, tugging it lightly. 

He pulls away for a moment, eyes transfixed on your lips, now swollen from his passionate kisses. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispers. The fire illuminates his skin with a beautiful warmth while simultaneously casting shadows across his face that highlight his strong features. 

“Sam,” you say quietly, drawing his eyes up to yours.

“Fuck, baby, you can’t say my name like that,” he groans, shifting his hips to grind against you again. Your hands grip his shoulders as pleasure shoots through you. He holds you close as he settles your back against the carpet, his body crowding yours.

“We’re gonna crush the presents,” you giggle, your head bumping one of the wrapped gifts beneath the tree.

“You’re the only present I want,” Sam says, sitting up. “You gonna let me unwrap you?” He asks, fingers already playing with the button of your pants. You nod, and in an instant, he’s tugging your clothes off of you.

The heat of the fire is nothing compared to the heat of Sam’s eyes on your skin. He looks at you as if you were sent to Earth just for him, as if you’re the only thing in the universe for him.

Sam strips himself of his own clothes, putting on a show for your hungry eyes. You devour every inch of him, his soft skin, his perfect physique. 

You watch as Sam presses kisses to your breasts and down your abdomen, gently nipping at your skin, causing you to gasp lightly. Every time you make a sound, his eyes flick up to yours. There’s a mischievous look there, one that you know will only lead to good things.

Sam’s gorgeous mouth is just about to dip down to where you want him when he stops, letting his breath fan over your clit. Your hips cant toward his lips, silently begging for him to keep going.

“So needy, baby,” he mutters under his breath as he watches you squirm. 

“Please, Sam,” you beg, voice on the verge of being a whine.

“Please what, baby?” he teases, sucking a mark into your inner thigh. “Tell me what you need.”

“Fuck, Sam, I need you so bad,” you moan, trying not to close your legs around his head. “I need you to eat me out.”

Sam smiles up at you when you finally get the words out. “How could I ever say no to you?” he muses before dropping his head and finally giving you the contact you’ve been craving.

He feasts on you, ravages you with vigor. Your hands grip the carpet beneath you, chest heaving with breathy moans. 

Sam works you up to your orgasm so quickly that it practically blinds you. Pleasure rips through you as electricity shoots down your spine. You come on a loud moan that only urges Sam on further. 

“You’re so fuckin’ sweet,” he whispers into your pussy, pressing a kiss to your sensitive clit before licking his way up your body.

When Sam’s face is back in line with yours, you lift your chin to kiss him, tasting yourself on his lips. 

“So naughty, Sam. What would Santa say?” Sam sits up, wrapping your legs around his waist. You let him, practically a rag-doll under his touch. He lines his cock up with your pussy and drags it up and down, bumping your clit.

Sam presses inside of you excruciatingly slowly, making you feel every beautiful inch of his fantastic cock.

“Santa doesn’t need to know about this, baby.” And with that, he’s thrusting inside of you at a pace that makes you see stars. All you can do is hold on, taking everything he gives you.

Sam’s hands find your tits, groping you in an almost pornographic way, but it just fuels the fire in your belly. Everything Sam does just turns you on more; there’s nothing this man could do that you wouldn’t find sexy or a turn-on. He’s Mr. Perfect in every way.

“Oh God, Sam,” you moan as he brings you right back to the brink of orgasm. 

“Come on, Sugar, give it to me.” The strain in his voice alerts you that he’s close, and just knowing that sends you over the edge. You feel yourself clamp down on Sam’s cock as he picks up his pace, chasing his own orgasm.

Sam moans your name as he comes, dropping his forehead to yours as he comes down from the high. “I love you so much, baby,” he whispers, kissing you sweetly. How this man can be so dirty but such a gentleman all at the same time always amazes you.

“I love you too, Sammy,” you reply.

A moment later, Sam rolls off of you and makes his way to the bathroom, returning with a warm washcloth to clean you up with. When he’s done, he tugs a blanket off the couch and pulls you in close, holding you in his arms.

As the fire roars, you snuggle into Sam’s chest, loving the warmth he surrounds you with. Nothing has ever made as much sense as this right here.

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[scarlet-streak-fanfics]

Could I potentially get a small thing of a vary creative MC drawing one of the boys and just, silently giving it to them, refusing to elaborate, and just walking away

You absolutely can! Ok, let's do this one with just the brothers to start. Feel free to request the dateables next!

Lucifer:

Lucifer is flattered but also doesn't pass up the chance to tease MC about not being honest about their affection for him! Because of course he does, it wouldn't be Lucifer if he wasn't a pompous ass when receiving a gift. (A pompous ass that I love so much, I'm very much a Lucifer fan, it's awful)

He's going to corner them against a wall away from his brothers under the guise of thanking them for the gifts: "You have a wonderful eye for art, MC--it makes sense that it was only drawn to me, just like the rest of you."

Mammon:

He immediately regrets his gut reaction, which is to wave MC off and then make a show of crumpling it. Now MC is crying, and he's panicking, hugging them, and telling them how much he loves the art--he pours all the compliments he holds back from MC into their art.

Next time they're in his room, they'll notice it framed on his wall, something he's quick to brush off: "Well, the wall looked empty, and the drawin' was ok, I guess. Don't read into it or nothin', it's just a placeholder until I get something better." (Lie)

Leviathan:

Ego trip of the century--he has a drawing of himself from MC. It's one of a kind, from someone he loves, and will make all of his brothers jealous. He doesn't even care that it's some normie show of affection. It's his, and nobody else gets to have it.

That drawing is going to become his D.D.D. background and his social media profile pictures: "I can't believe you wasted your talent on such a gross otaku like me! Do you think you could draw me in anime style some time?"

Satan:

I'm a firm believer in Satan being a soft romantic at heart. He absolutely sees this as a courting gift and decides he needs to step up his game for MC. For the next week, they'll find roses, trinkets, and love notes that seem to almost magically appear everywhere they go.

The big surprise at the end of the week is what Satan was stalling for--he's written them an original love poem that he presents to MC with a bouquet of rare, human-safe devildom flowers: "Your drawing was beautiful, so I decided I needed to make something worthy of you in return."

Asmodeus:

He's never going to shut up about this. MC has created a monster--a clingy, rose-scented, affectionate monster. He's going to post this to social media and pay for it to be boosted to everyone because MC managed to capture him in all his glory down to the smallest detail.

Asmo would spoil MC rotten over this. He's going to buy them all the art supplies. On the downside, he's also declared himself their muse: "Oh, darling, do tell me when you want to do another drawing. I'm always happy to pose for you in private~ ♡"

Beelzebub:

I am weak, so MC drew him during a Fangol game. It's a rough sketch, mostly catching his action and form, but Beel loves it. He carries it around with him to show all his teammates because his human is so talented that they could draw him when he was moving!

He desperately wants to know how MC did it. Now he wants drawing lessons: "Can you teach me how to do that? I want to learn how to draw you so I can draw you when you're cooking. That way, when I eat while you're in the Mortal Realm, it'll be like you're here with me."

Belphegor:

Belphegor is going to be a brat about his gift. Why did MC draw him asleep with bedhead? It doesn't matter if they think it's cute. He thinks he looks silly. Ok, maybe it matters a little if they think it's cute.

He's going to display it in the attic as a reminder to check his hair when he wakes up from naps. Belphie still loves it, though: "Next time, leave out the bedhead, MC. Or just come nap with me."