#if u notice this looks scuffed.. no u didn't

[taxevasionismyfavactivity]

knh character tier list

as you can see i like most of them. not even exaggerating they're all really good (except the last tier cough cough)

[norikuna]

HOLY GROUND — geto suguru

prologue. → suguru geto is effortlessly stylish, and impossibly charming, and it's no wonder that everyone loves him. and you're absolutely crushing on him. and without fail, he takes you out each afternoon, after school, to a sweet cheesecake shop, saying that it'll be nice to grab a quick treat. but as a friend...right?

pairing. geto suguru x reader

warnings+. nothing, just sugary sweet fluff! reader has some self doubt and is a bit nervous, has a bit of a crush on ol' geto.

word count. 3.03k! song inspiration. holy ground — taylor swift

a/n. this post by @shokosmokes got me thinkin...mind u i love a good angst story but its nice to just have something sweet. like cheesecake 🍰 anyway this is short but i had fun writing this short lil piece <3 lmao this is the first time i think i've written a story without someone dying or losing a limb. not beta read, we die like warriors.

mp3. tonight i'm gonna dance, for all that we've been through. but i don't wanna dance, if i'm not dancing with you.

you sat across from geto at a small table by the window, marvelling at how the warm sunlight spilled in and caught the edges of his profile, lighting his features up with the last rays of summer's sweetness. you can hear the usual bustle of life on the streets of tokyo, with cars roaring down narrow streets and voices floating on the air. but here, it's just you and him.

there's a single strand of his hair that's perpetually falling out of his knot, falling against his face in a way that makes your chest tighten. the light has caught the feathery edges of his raven hair, turning the black into deep shades of brown and caramel that you want to capture within your fingers.

"you're quiet today," geto says, and he's leaning back in his chair, legs stretched wide beneath the table as he always tends to do.

you're glad you both took the time to change out of your uniform, at the dorms. the loose charcoal top drapes well against his lean, sculpted frame. his faded black jeans and scuffed docs complete the look, as though he stepped out of a glossy streetwear magazine and into your hands. there's two silver bracelets stacked on his wrists, gleaming faintly and you watch as the faint dusting of dark hair on his arms look translucent in the afternoon light.

great, you've been staring. again. heat rushes to your face, and you quickly look down at the cracked screen of your phone, hoping he didn't notice how you were practically unthreading each stitch that held him together.

"just tired," you say. though the truth has nothing to do with exhaustion, and everything to do with him.

geto tilts his head, watching you, "long day?"

you trace your finger along that shattered screen as you flip your phone open, "something like that. you know how they train us at the end of the day."

his eyes narrow for a split second, like he's the one solving a puzzle right now, but he shakes his head, "let's just go and order now. 'm starving."

this bakery is known for its whimsical creations, and you stare at the menu above the counter, wondering how many crumpled bills you can scrounge up for this outing. geto's leaning against the glass case, shoving his hands in wide pockets as his bracelets clink softly at the movement.

his eyes skim over the vibrant slices of cheesecake on display, but you know he's not really looking at the desserts. he's just giving you time.

"what do you think?"

"i don’t know," you say, dragging out the words as you squint at the labels. "how am i supposed to pick between strawberry matcha swirl and honey lavender? they all sound so - " you pause, schooling your face as the woman behind the till gives you a side-eye, "complicated."

geto chuckles, a low, warm sound that feels like sunlight breaking through clouds. "why don’t you go for something fun? you always play it safe."

his words make you pause. maybe he’s right. maybe you do tend to pick the familiar, the predictable. but not today. today, you want something different — something bold. you glance at the menu again, and your eyes land on a slice that looks like a kaleidoscope of colour: tropical mango-passionfruit cheesecake with swirls of raspberry and a delicate coconut crust. it’s so bright and summery, it feels almost impossible not to smile just imagining yourself biting into it.

"that one," you say, pointing to it.

geto raises an eyebrow but doesn’t comment, his lips curving into a faint smile. "and for me…" he looks over the options for barely a second before he says, "just plain vanilla."

"tch! vanilla?" you repeat "you’re so boring."

"hey, it's a classic."

you roll your eyes, but you are so endlessly fond of him that you're smiling.

a few moments later, you’re back at your table with your slices, and the tropical cheesecake looks as perfect as it did in the case. the vibrant layers of mango, passionfruit, and raspberry practically glow in the sunlight streaming through the window.

ignoring geto's snarky comment to breathe first before inhaling it, you take your first bite, the fork sinking into the creamy texture, and for a moment, you’re hopeful.

but then...ugh. the sweetness hits you all at once, overwhelming your senses. it’s not bad, but it’s...too much. too bright. too cloying. you hesitate, unsure how to admit the mistake of your overzealous choice.

geto notices immediately, because of course he does. he leans forward, resting his arms on the table, his bracelets catching the light again, "what's wrong?"

"nothing," you say quickly, but your face must give you away because he narrows his pretty eyes in suspicion.

"you don’t like it." it's not a question, he’s grinning now.

"it’s fine," you insist, though your tone lacks conviction, and you shovel another wide piece into your mouth.

geto doesn’t say anything. instead, he picks up his fork and, before you can protest, scoops a bite from your slice. you watch as his pink lips part, and he tastes it before pulling a face, "that's sweet enough to even knock out satoru."

"hey!" you protest, though you can’t help but laugh along with him, thinking of your white-haired friend bouncing off the walls. "it’s not that bad."

"you don’t have to eat it," geto says, sliding his plate toward you and nudging your slice away. "here. take mine."

"but you don’t even like sweet things."

geto shrugs, picking up your plate and taking another bite of your overly sweet cheesecake like it’s nothing, and you watch as a mild spasm twitches across his features, "it’s fine. it's no good if you sit here and suffer through something you don't like."

you try to pretend like your chest doesn't tighten at the gesture. he doesn’t even look at you when he says it, focusing instead on his plate.

you take a bite of his vanilla cheesecake, and it’s perfect — not too sweet, just creamy and subtle enough to make you sigh in relief, "where would i be without you?" you hope that the teasing in your voice is enough to smooth over the cracks in your beating heart.

geto glances up at you then, his violet eyes meeting yours, and there’s something unguarded in his expression, something raw and warm and so achingly tender it makes your pulse skip, "i could say the same for you," he says quietly, almost as if the words weren’t meant to be heard, and far too quietly for something as trivial as an afternoon date in a café.

there's a warmth pooling in your cheeks, making your face hurt. and your thoughts loop back to the same quiet ache that you've carried for a few months now, like a sealed and perfumed love letter carried in your pocket.

every time he takes you out after class, you tell yourself, this is it. this is when i'll say it. haven't you rehearsed the words in your head, simple and clear each time?

i like you. i actually really like you a lot, suguru geto.

and every time, like clockwork, the words dissolve on your tongue, swallowed by the noise of your own uncertainty. it is hardly the case that geto isn't kind nor attentive. it's not that he's distant or cold, entirely the opposite.

if anything, he always seems...present.

but then you think about how he walks through the school hallways with that same quiet storm of charisma and charm, how his laughter draws people to him like moths to a flame, boys and girls alike.

in contrast, gojo satoru is far too much for many. there are many who choose to take a step back from him, away from the whirlwind and electrifying storm that is the six-eyes user.

but everyone wants a piece of geto's world, to be his friend or a confident, or something.

and you, what are you? just another friend he takes out after school? someone he doesn't mind spending time with when the day winds down?

your heart is once again acquainted with a knot of longing and fear that’s become far too familiar. geto doesn’t look like someone who would hesitate. he looks like someone who would know exactly what to say, exactly what to do, without second-guessing himself.

and yet, every time you’re with him, you catch these small moments of quiet — when his gaze lingers just a fraction too long, or when he says your name like it’s heavier than it should be. those moments make you wonder. what if…?

and as if he's reading your thoughts, geto shifts forward slightly, his elbows resting on the table now, and that single loose strand of hair moves with him, falling further into his face.

"something’s on your mind," he says, his pretty eyes searching yours. there’s a teasing edge to his tone, but it’s tempered with genuine curiosity, "you can tell me, you know."

you can’t help but wonder — how are you supposed to tell him that he’s the one taking up all the space in your mind? that his voice is the soundtrack to your thoughts, his smile the thing you find yourself chasing in every quiet moment?

instead, you give a small shrug, "maybe i’m just distracted."

"by what?" he presses, leaning just slightly closer, the teasing note in his voice softening into something warmer, a sincere question.

you hesitate, and you want to tell him the truth, but it feels too big, too fragile to let out into the open and so you blunder around, "maybe it’s the cheesecake," you say instead, your voice light, though the thrum of your pulse is anything but, "vanilla really is a classic."

smooth. utahime is going to be so disappointed in you. you know that she's tired of hearing about your crush by now, twirling the ribbon in her hair as she groans each time you tell her that you think you're going to pack your bags and move countries away from geto.

but now geto laughs softly, and the sound wraps around you like warmth, like home, "guess i picked the right place, then."

"you always do." your fingers brush against the cool porcelain of your plate, though you barely notice. your heart is often a traitor to your rational peace of mind, and your attention is all on him, on the way his smile lingers, softer now, the edges of his usually confident expression unraveling into something more tentative.

for a moment, geto's quiet, his gaze falling to his hands. his fingers toy with one of the silver rings on his right hand, twisting it in slow circles. It’s a small, nervous gesture, and it catches you off guard — suguru geto is never nervous.

the silence stretches in the late afternoon light, but then geto shifts in his seat, leaning forward slightly, his hands fiddling with the silver rings stacked on his fingers. the movement catches your attention, and when you glance up, you notice something different about him. the easy confidence that seems to follow him like a second shadow is nowhere to be seen. instead, his jaw is tight, his shoulders tense, and there’s a flicker of something nervous in the way his fingers twist the largest ring around and around.

he's looking at you, meeting your gaze, and you’re startled by the uncharacteristic seriousness in his eyes.

"hey," he says, his voice quieter than usual, a touch rough around the edges.

"yeah?"

geto exhales slowly, his lips pressing into a line before he speaks again.

"okay, look. i -” he pauses, running a hand through his hair, dislodging the tie holding his hair together, so choppy, dark locks fall around his shoulders. you school your face well enough so you don't look like you've been punched in the gut by cupid.

"i like you," he says finally, his words tumbling out in a rush, like they’ve been bottled up for too long, "i’ve liked you for a while now. and - and i’ve been trying to figure out how to tell you without, like… messing everything up."

your breath catches, the words landing like a firework in the quiet space between you. geto likes you? he likes you?

geto keeps going, as if he’s afraid to lose his nerve.

"i asked gojo for advice — stupid, i know, don't make that face — and he told me to just… keep taking you out and hope you’d get the hint. said that you'd realise eventually," and one of the strongest jujutsu sorcerers you know groans, covering his face briefly with one hand, as if he's embarrassed.

"which was a terrible plan because i'm awful at hints, and apparently, so is he, considering he’s never had a girlfriend in his life."

you blink, the shock giving way to a surprised laugh, the sound spilling out before you can stop it.

"wait — gojo? he's the one who gave you advice? he doesn’t even know the first thing about relationships! do you remember the time that he went on one date, and got dumped the next day for trying to buy dinner out of the vending machine."

"i know!" geto says, dragging a hand down his face in exasperation, but there’s a small, embarrassed smile tugging at his lips now, "i know it was a bad idea. i just wanted to tell you, straight up. but I didn’t know what else to do, okay? i didn’t want to screw this up."

you fall silent at that, your laughter fading as the weight of his words sinks in. he's looking at you now, his expression open and raw in a way that makes your chest ache.

"i just — i want to do this right," he says softly, his voice steady but tinged with vulnerability. "i want to be your boyfriend. properly. i want to take you out, and to be able to call you mine, and — i don’t know — do all the cheesy stuff couples do."

his hand brushes the back of his neck, his eyes dropping to the table for a moment before flicking back to yours, "but if that’s weird, or if you don’t feel the same, it’s okay. you don’t have to say yes. promise i won't cry in front of you."

Your heart is pounding so loudly you’re sure he can hear it, a wild, dizzying rhythm that drowns out everything else. You stare at him, your mind struggling to catch up with what he’s just said, with the fact that he likes you. geto—cool, effortlessly charming geto—wants to be your boyfriend.

"wait," you manage finally, your voice shaky with disbelief. "you… like me? like, you really like me?"

geto laughs softly, though there’s still a nervous edge to it. "yeah, i really do. it's probably stupidly obvious by now, isn’t it? i mean, everyone said it was so obvious, and shoko said you already knew."

you shake your head, bewildered. "no! i mean, yes — but no! i just thought you only saw me as a friend. i never thought — "

you stop yourself, realising you’re rambling, and take a deep breath. then, before you can overthink it or possibly faint, you say, "yes."

geto's thin brows furrow slightly. "yes?"

"yeah," you repeat, a smile breaking across your face. "i'd really like that. i do want to go out with you, suguru."

relief washes over his features, followed by a grin so genuine and bright it leaves you breathless. for a moment, he just stares at you, his eyes warm and full of something you can’t quite name, something that makes you feel like the centre of the universe.

"oh my god, thank god, you don't even know, i was actually going to have a heart attack..." he mutters, almost to himself, before he blinks, like he's forgetting something. then, with an almost comical jolt of realisation, he clears his throat.

"right," he says, the word drawn out, as if he’s trying to ground himself. "i need to pay for the tab."

you laugh nervously, still reeling from everything that’s just happened, and shake your head quickly, thinking back to the meagre bills in your pocket. "oh, it’s okay! i can pay for my own -"

but geto's head snaps up at that, and he fixes you with a look so incredulous, so utterly affronted, that it startles you into silence.

"no way," he says, his voice firm but laced with humour and he leans forward slightly, his eyes meeting yours with a glimmer of warmth that sends your heart racing all over again, "i’m your boyfriend now. you really think I’m going to let you pay?"

it's unfamiliar and thrilling all at once. your cheeks burn, and you can’t stop the laugh that escapes you, a mix of delight and disbelief.

"unbelievable," you say, shaking your head, but there’s no real protest in your voice.

geto grins, the expression crooked and self-assured in a way that’s so unmistakably him, and it takes your breath away. then, without breaking eye contact, he reaches across the table, his hand brushing against yours before his fingers gently curl around them.

it's such a simple gesture, but it feels monumental, like the air around you shifts in response. his hand is warm, slightly calloused at the fingertips, and the way his thumb grazes over your knuckles sends a quiet thrill through you.

you glance down at your joined hands, unable to stop the soft, surprised smile that spreads across your face. when you look back up, geto is watching you, his expression open and unguarded, as if he’s memorising every detail of this moment.

"so," he says quietly, his voice softer now, "is this the part where you say you’re going to let me spoil you a little?"

you laugh again, your thumb brushing over the back of his hand in return. "i guess i don’t really have a choice now, do i?"

his smile widens, and there’s a faint pink tint to his cheeks that makes your heart ache with how much you like him.

"nope," he says, his tone teasing but earnest. "you really don’t."

and as you sit there, your hand in geto's, surrounded by the golden light and the lingering sweetness of cheesecake, you think that maybe — just maybe — this is what happiness feels like.

[callsign-datura]

dude would u ever write 4 price 😋

WOULD I? IS THAT EVEN A QUESTION? if you want smut... ask, i gotchu. John Price is the epitome of a strong, capable man. He's not gigantic, but he's big enough to make you second guess fucking with him. He has a face that's unreadable, stony eyes and an alluring accent that makes him all the more attractive. The worst part? He knows it. He knows he's attractive, he knows that he's hot. So he takes advantage of that fact. When you, a pretty girl, somehow ends up on his Task Force? An elite team with spots reserved for only the best? He doesn't treat you any differently. He's hard on you just like he's hard on the guys. But he does expect more from you. And you impress, every single time. Whether that's being agile and quick, or being good with a sniper rifle, his eyebrows arch upward every time you make your skill known. He likes that. He likes the way you look at him, too. The way your eyes linger on the span of his shoulders, his broad chest and the way he sits in his desk chair... he takes note of it. He takes note of the way you seem dizzy every time you're in his office. Whether that's the near-caustic cigar smoke that invades your senses or the way his imposing presence fills the entire room and leaves no room for argument when he makes a decision. If only he knew, though. If only he knew that you felt this overwhelming heat every time he was manspreading in that damn chair, if only he knew that you got immensely horny just from seeing him in action? He'd have your ass for insubordination. At least, that's what you thought. You thought he was an incredibly professional man, and, well, he is, but he decided to exceed your expectations. On a particularly difficult day, where you had to take part in some hard drills and difficult training and sparring, your entire body was tired. You were tired. Emotionally and physically. Your room was down the same hall his office was, so every time you went to your room you'd pass his office. This time when you passed, you noticed that the door was open. You took a quick look inside, and there he was. Price was leaning against the wall, cigar between his lips as he stared at the window with a faraway look. In his other hand was a crystal glass filled half-way with an amber liquid, and he swirled the liquid inside before setting the glass down on the windowsill with a soft thud. He turned his head, and his gaze immediately landed on you. His deep blue eyes penetrated every fiber of your being and ran a shiver up the center of your spine. His lips quirked up into a faint smile when he saw your form shrink in on itself. He pulled the cigar from between his lips. "Sergeant." He said, lowly, gruffly; British accent lacing the word and sending heat straight to your cunt. He put the smoldering cigar in the ashtray in the windowsill, and crossed his arms over his chest, the manner making him look even broader than he already was. His gaze flickered down to your legs as you scuffed your heel against the floor. "Need somethin'?" He inquired, finding it slightly amusing you hadn't responded yet. "Um," you said quietly, trying to straighten your form. You were a soldier, not some blushing schoolgirl in the same room as her crush. A soldier. "No, sir. I was passing by and your door was open." He chuckled. A low chuckle that made his chest heave, and your pussy flutter on nothing. He took a few lithe steps over to his desk as he drew the chair out, and settled into it. The chair creaked under the addition of his weight, and he leaned back, his knees drifting apart as both hands rested on the arms. "So you decided to have yourself a peek, hm?" He said. No, he cooed it. He might as well have been purring at you. "I didn't mean to invade your privacy, Captain, I was just curious." You said quickly, trying to cover your ass. He chuckled again. Your cunt pulsed. "Come," he reached up and gestured with two fingers, a beckoning motion that made the tendons in his forearm flex. "Let's have a chat."

[mirily09]

POV: you try to fool your boyfriend Rafe for April Fool's Day and it backfires

You loved any kind of stupid little jokes and you loved it even more when your very sexy boyfriend Rafe would play along or even better, take it seriously.

You had noticed too late that today was 1st April when you decided to pull a small and harmless prank on Rafe which would nevertheless annoy him.

Rafe had gone to the kitchen in Tannyhill to get both of you some sodas. Meanwhile you were waiting, laying on his bed in one of his favorite little floral dresses, plotting. ;-)

When Rafe returned after like 10 minutes, probably getting interrupted by Ward and stopping to talk to him; you put your plan in motion by pouting at him "Missed you, Rafey. What took you so loooong?". You knew he wouldn't resist your pursed, strawberry colored lips matching your dress and smiled inside to yourself.

Rafe, clearly happy with the loving exclamation smirked, saying "aww my girl needs me so much, can't even stay 10 minutes without me". He placed the sodas on the small desk, next to his bed and laid down next to you; head placed on one hand while he towered over you with his huge, muscled frame. He held your chin and mumbled before moving closer to decrease the distance of your lips "gonna make you forget I was gone.". Just some milliseconds before Rafe could place his pink, soft lips on yours, you quickly slid your hand in between your mouths, resulting in Rafe's lips landing softly on your fingers. Rafe looked confused at you, not moving away from you but 5 cm "What you doing, baby?". "I just felt like I had to sneeze", you answered still not removing the hand from your nose/ mouth area to hide your growing smile. "You good now?", Rafe asked still slightly confused, while leaving a featherlight kiss on your knuckles. "Yeah", you giggled. Before he could try a second attempt, you stop him by complaining "Don't u want to close ur eyes, u unromantic giant?". Rafe scuffed, acting shocked but agreed, his need to kiss u growing. So he closed his eyes and got stopped again by your small hand colliding with his lips. "K doll, stop that nonsense now!". "But I needed to sneeze!", you exclaim. "I don't care, now lemme kiss u!to emphasise his words, he held your wrists with one hand over your head and grabbed your hip with the other. U smiled at the possessiveness of his actions but still, seconds later when his lips neared yours again, u turned ur head in the last moment, making Rafe kiss the corner of your mouth. U couldn't contain ur laughter now, facing a close-up of Rafe's annoyed and shocked face expression. "What's up with u? Being all whiny about missing me and now refusing my kisses? R u sure u wanna keep this act up?". "What act?", u asked innocently with big doe eyes looking at him. He chuckled suddenly, having had an idea "We'll see about that.". He now climbed in between your legs, so you'd straddle him while still laying down, kept both of your wrists in one hand and with the other grabbed your chin so you wouldn't escape his kiss again."Rafe!", u exclaimed but before u could say more, his lips made contact with your neck and nibbled and licked their way up to your lips. "As I said, doll, well see about that..", he murmured while leaving goosebumps all over your body. When he reached ur lips, and finally without any complications, kissed you; he started grinding his hips against your core. "Gosh Rafey, feels so good", you moaned in his mouth, eyes closed. He continued this for a few minutes, you didn't know how many. Your body felt on fire, as usual when ur boyfriend touched or kissed u. How could u ever resist him? When he noticed that you put your legs around his hip, urging him even closer and tried to wriggle ur hands out of his strong hold as to make him let u go to grab his hair, he stopped. Smiling broadly, he kept his face only centimeters away from your flustered, light rose cheeks and kissed lips, he whispered "Tell me again, why you didn't behave this good in the beginning". U felt needy and hot and desperate to touch him so u just begged "pls baby let go of my hands, I needa touch u!". "Tz tz tz, where are your manners, doll? Answer my question!", he kept you still triumphantly. "April Fool's Rafey, I just wanted to play a small joke on u and now it backfired..", u sighed frustratedly, grkwing more impatient. "My silly girl, always trying to fool me but not being able to resist me to maintain your role.", he was clearly amused and laughed loudly. You sensed your chance noe and while he still u managed to get your hands free and pull him down for another kiss.

Be nice to me 🤪✨️ this is my first try after reading these stories for months everyday now haha

[jenjennhi]

Hiii can u pls do a face tut pls I’m begging you

heya! sorry this took some time, i just moved and it's been really hectic @@

and thank you for the question! i'll use stuff for bela and shadowheart as an example for ya for the two styles i usually do

warning, i am not a teacher and i'm still experimenting and learning so uhh some of this might be scuffed but is how i do it :>

also noting that i use csp or photoshop depending on my mood and what brushes i want to use but the same technique works for either and i use 2 brushes for the main bits and additional brushes if i want to add texture

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1 - so after i have the sketch roughed, i usually put it on a multiply layer and add a background layer under it (i leave it white or almost white if i'm just doing a doodle or sketch) and i start to figure out the lighting and shading under the outline layer

the lighting is usually pretty rough and i'll start to understand what i'm going for as it starts to shape up but i try not to reduce the brush size too much so i don't get too muddled

(at this point i'm going thru my mantra of "trust the process" and breathing into a paper bag and kicking and screaming about how i want to quit)

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2 - once i have the lighting somewhat how i want it, i start tweaking the color and i do it by using adjustment layers and manually painting. this part is kinda like cooking and tasting as you go, if i feel i want the image to feel colder/warmer i'll adjust accordingly but i will tell you how i did it for both examples below:

for bela, i actually painting above the shading/lighting layer and used "soft light" and "hard light" blending modes for the hair and skin to fit more with how i wanted it to look. i used color balance and curves for the background to get it to more of a purple/blue and darker

for shadowheart, i actually put the color below the shading/lighting layer and left the color as is and swapped the blending mode for the shading/lighting layer to "multiply" and then did adjustments using curves and gradient maps using "hard light" and "soft light" too and i think i had a "color burn" just for fun

this is my fav part of the process bc i just experiment and mess around with different layers. i usually have a vision for how i want the color and lighting to look but there's always room for new ideas! so i just mess around for a while here till i'm happy!

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3 - rendering time! um i don't really have much advice here except i just start going in and rendering in closer detail. and remember references are your friend!!!

bela render progression:

shadowheart render progression:

i sometimes end up changing the drawing quite a bit during rendering but that's okay bc as you go into detail, you will notice discrepancies from the pre-render stages

for the style i used with shadowheart i just paint over the outline pretty much with some bits of it left it and i blend more to smooth it out more. for the style i used with bela, i add back in any outlines i painted over that i wanted to keep

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and at the end of the day it's your art and how you express it is what's always gonna be the best so trust your gut (and references) but also it's okay to take creative liberties and go with the "cool rule" :3

and keep practicing!!!! i def feel i've gotten better with drawing faces compared to a year ago

i hope this helps and if it didn't ":3 i hope you had fun reading

[mha-villaindeku]

How you met Izuku Midoriya

People involved | izuku midoriya x y/n

Warning | none just fluf

Vdeku notes | this takes place right after bakugo got kidnapped

Summary | you just began your first year at UA high and a certain someone has caught your eyes it's hard to ignore those freckles and green hair

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You just transfer to UA high because you finally figured out you wanted to be a hero, after they saw your quirk they assigned you to class 1A lucky you

You got put in the best of the best, you see the big door to the classroom you take a deep breath before walking in you open the door and the first thing you see is this green haired boy. He smiles at you and you smile back you felt a sense of comfort coming from him.

This man who is in a sleeping bag calls you up to introduce yourself so you walk in and intrude yourself "hello my name is y/n l/n and I just transfer from ___ if you have any questions feel free to ask". The green haired boy hand shoots up super fast you look at him and nod letting him ask away " what is your quirk y/n" he says egarily "my quirk is elemental control I can control any element and any thing that is made with that element" his eyes light up fast he starts muttering

I laugh because of how cute it is, the person in front of him yells "shut up deku " so I guess deku is his name the teacher tells you to sit down ignoring everyone else's hands you sit behind this dude with balls on his head he looks at you with a smirk while you pass him I scuffed and muttered creep underneath my breath.

After the lessons you head to lunch deku jumps up and asks you to sit at his table and you nodded, once you get your food you walk with him to where he sits he introduced all his friends to you "these are my friends todoroki, uraraka, tsuyu, and iida" you say "hello" and started eating the ramen you have gotten for lunch time fly's fast and next thing you know the bell rings and you head to your next class

Once school ends you start heading to go home but deku stops you and says "where are you going the dorms are this way" you looked shocked "theres dorms I was never informed this" he looks at you and laughs "do you need help getting your stuff " you smile and nod " but we need to tell Aizawa that were getting your stuff" he says yes and you guys hop on the train to your moms you've never had a boy over let alone you just met him. Your mom helps pack the car and he gets in and you guys drive back to UA your mom and deku help you get all the stuff in the dorm and then she leaves deku helps you set up your room

When you both were done both of you collapse on the bed you both look into each other's eyes and lock eye contact for awhile before you start to blush and look away "we should head down for dinner" after you spring up from the bed he nods in agreement and you head down to the Commons room.

Everyone senses some changed in the air after the both of you come down he makes you his favorite food katsudon you love seeing him in that apron and how he looks when he smiles you did not just think that what are you doing you just met this boy and now your in love how couldn't you he was perfect in every way he helped you when he didn't have to

Before you could stop over think he taps your shoulder and your back to reality "are you ok y/n your pretty red and spacing out" you cover your face blushing more " y-yeah I'm fine" he smiles and proceeds to hand you the plate of food and it smells wonderful "thanks deku" you start to stuff your face and so does he.

You start talking with the other girls you notice uraraka staring at deku u get kinda mad but why? Are you trying to prove your point even more that you like him and don't want anyone else with him it sounds stupid but you really fell hard for him and there was no getting out of this hole anymore Mina pips up and says "I sense a little romance between you and deku what happened up in that room y/n" you start blushing "n-nothing much he just was helping me unpack we did lay on my bed together after words" they all look at you and Mina smirks "sounds like a crush" you hide your face "I think but I don't think he likes me and I just met him" " I think other wise" with a smirk on her face you see urarakas face sadden

You end up heading to bed after words and just think about him all night tell you fall asleep (time skip)

a month goes by and you two become really close you end confessing to him after class he seemed surprised before he could speak you go over a million things and shushes you with a kiss you turn into a blushing mess "i like you too now calm down" it's hard to calm down after he just kissed you he pulls you into a hug "so this means we're a thing your mine now" he blushes at the fact you called him mine and he nods " It is and I'm the happiest man to be with you" he lands another kiss but on your forehead this time and you guys head back to the dorm no one was shocked when you told them they all new that you two would eventually get together they had wished it was sooner but they were happy and you too were too.

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The end hope you liked this story sorry for not posted in like a year but I am starting mha now dms are open for requests

[xbunnybunz]

hiii how r u doing? hopefully, u're doing well! no pressure here, take your time as much as u need! ben park - 🧺💕💧🎁🍽

EMOJI CHARACTER ASKS - BEN PARK

🧺— Random domestic headcanon

🧺When you and Ben live together, you will realize that this man is seriously such a 🥵 hot 🥵 mess. He doesn't organize things by color or size, but functionality. For this reason, you will open the kitchen cabinet and find that his favorite barbeque sauce 🍖 is easier to reach than plates and silverware. 😕😕😕 You could totally drag over a chair to get items, but why do that when you can just ask Ben to put all his 5 feet 11 inches to use? 😏

🧺 Other than this weird method of organizing, Ben has no other form of neatness. 😢😢 His keys are always lost because he throws them left and right when searching for a comfy shirt, his wallet somehow always ends up in the washing machine, and none of his socks match. 🧦 You'll often find him asking "Hey, did you see my grey sock anywhere? Ohhhh, where'd you get that? No, that's not what I'm looking for but I lost that one a few weeks ago, thanks!" 🤔

🧺Even though he's messy, he's always sure to keep your spaces clean. 🥺🥺🥺 Do you like relaxing on the porch? He's sure to sweep the leaves off your favorite chair and set out a refreshing drink. 🥰 Do you just like watching television after getting home? The den will be spotless, pillows fluffed, warm dinner on the table. Do you just want to sleep after a long day at work? No worries, he's already in the bed waiting to be big spoon. 💞

💕— What makes them feel connected to their partner?

💕Ben Park is a relatively simple and straightforward person. When he wants something, he will always vocalize it. If he dislikes something, he'll let you know. 👍 This being said, feeling connected to his partner is also very straightforward: he loves wrapping his arms around you. 🤗🤗

💕He's a big ol' teddy bear. 🐻🐻🐻

💕He will sling his arms around you no matter where you are, what you're doing, or who is around to see. He doesn't care what other people say and will do practically anything for an excuse to hold you. Huh? Your back hurts? 👐 Here, let him put his arms around your waist. What? You have a headache? 👐👐 Oh, okay. Let him put his arm around your shoulders. Say what? That has nothing to do with the pain? Sure, whatever you say. By the way, can he have a hug?👐👐👐👐

💧— Random angst headcanon

💧Sometimes he wakes up in the middle of the night in a panic, sweating bullets, eyes wide and clutching his injured arm. 🌃🌃 It's been years since the event, but he still has nightmares about it. 💪 Not just about being hurt... But also about being unable to protect those he cares for. 😓😓

💧You've tried to fix him a warm drink ☕ after he was jolted from another nightmare, but he held onto your shirt and refused to let go. "Where are you going? Can you come back here please?" 🥺

💧Ben can usually handle himself and doesn't need you to comfort him after he wakes up, but still appreciates the soothing. He will gladly accept any hugs, kisses, backrubs, or pats on the back while he reorients himself and stretches out his arm. ("yaknow. just in case, haha.") He jokes about it afterwards, but it always breaks your heart to know that although he's so strong and so brave, he's still scared. 🥺🥺

🎁— What kind of gifts do they like to give? What do they like receiving?

🎁Ben is a big fan of practical gifting, partially because he's friends with Alex Go and they have always gifted on a needed basis. One of them kicked the soccer ball too far? ⚽ Here, early birthday present! Shoes are scuffed from shenanigans? 👟👟 Merry Christmas!

🎁Once you're friends with Ben, nearly every other day is a holiday. Somehow, he notices things you might want even if you don't really need it. ("Hey, check this out! New gel pens! I saw you stopped writing with that sparkly purple one and thought maybe you'd want a new one. Wait, where'd that come from? Uh, so you didn't lose it? ...Well, now you have two!") 🖊️🖊️🖊️

🎁When you're dating him, the amount of shit you get from him will be ridiculous. He considers food an "essential" so he will always pack an EXCESSIVE amount of homemade lunches 🍲🍲🍲 for you, which you always struggle to choke down. It doesn't taste bad, his cooking is actually REALLY GOOD. He just makes so much of it. 😭😭 Eventually, you learned to buy a lunchbox and ask him to fill that instead. No more overstuffing for you! 😂

🎁Ben likes receiving physical affection much more than gifts. He's not a materialistic person, and as long as he has all his fingers and toes he won't think gifts are necessary. If you gift him anything though, he'll still act ecstatic. 🤗🤗🤗 ("Wow! Is this shirt really for me? How did you know I wanted something in this material?" "Woah, is this a door-mounted pullup bar? I broke my last door with one of these, but I can always try the kitchen!") (He installed the pullup bar on the kitchen doorframe and promptly that broke too. RIP 😭)

🍽— Do they do a lot of cooking?

🍽I am so glad you asked because yes the fuck he does. Ben is the best person to spend a weekend with, he loves cooking and will absolutely make a seven course meal for you if you spend the night. Bed n' breakfast? More like Ben n' breakfast. (which is, by the way, much better than motel food. 😏😏😏)

🍽Ben is careless and clumsy when it comes to most things, but when he's cooking 🍳 he turns into a completely different person. Any precautions you can think of will be taken to ensure the food is PERFECT. 👨‍🍳👨‍🍳👨‍🍳 He's got food scales, measuring cups, thermometers, canning jars with measurement marks-- everything!

🍽You've once joked with him that the only thing missing from his measuring collection was a pyrex beaker 🧪, but he just stared at you in confusion. "A beaker? What, like the thing on a bird's face?" Forgive him. He's Ben Park. 🤦‍♂️🤦‍♂️

🍽Beaker or no beaker, his food comes out IMMACULATE. 😗😗 No matter what he's cooking, you better bet your ASS it's coming out with with michelin stars ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐. You don't know where the fuck the boy learned to cook like this, but you assume it's because he eats anywhere and everywhere he goes. Meats will be tender and juicy, veggies roasted to crisp perfection, soups creamy, and desserts baked to a golden yellow hue. Goddamn. You're lucky. 🤤🤤

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Hate That I Love

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Daryl Dixon x Grimes!OC

Slow Burn Relastionship

Warnings: language, violence, abuse, sexual content, little bit of depression, anxiety

Chapter 40

I had woke up from a loud clap of thunder. I noticed I was laying on something and looked down. Nope, I was laying to someone. That someone being Daryl. The doors were rattling and I heard the growls of walkers.

"Daryl," I said shaking him.

"Hmm?" He hummed.

"Get up. There walkers at the doors. The storms blowing the doors open!" I said and stood up.

Daryl jumped up and we ran over to the doors. We put both hands on the doors and tried to keep them shut. Everyone else waking up and coming over to help.

After the storm settled and we didn't hear the walkers anymore we all went back to sleep.

Later in the morning Maggie and Sasha came back with a man. Said his name was Aaron and he was a community. He told Rick he had photos him his bag. Said he had been following us for days and thinks we would make great additions to the group.

Rick of not trusting anything he said had us go out where the vehicles were and check around to check that it wasn't an ambush. Once we saw he was telling the truth we argued about going to the community or not.

Rick didn't want to go. He didn't trust the man. But in the end, we did end up going. We met up with Eric who was Aaron's boyfriend. He had twisted his ankle running from walkers. We were in some old buildings.

We were waiting for Rick, Glenn, Michonne, and Aaron to come to meet us. I knelt in front of Eric and looked over his ankle. "It's just sprained. Just need to keep off of it for a while," I told him as I bandaged it up.

"Are you a nurse?" He asked.

"No. I'm a doctor," I told him. "Dr. Nikyla Grimes."

The next morning we headed towards the community called Alexandria. Pulling up to tall walls and a gate. We walked in and Aaron leads us to Deanna the leader's place.

The place was untouched. It looked completely normal like the world never ended. People were living like dead people were walking around eating people.

We stopped in front of the house and Aaron explained that Deanna would want to talk to us all separately. Rick had gone first. When he came out he told me it was my turn.

I walked into the house and a living area. "Please sit," I heard a woman say and looked over to see a woman sitting on the couch.

I sat in a chair in front of her. I hope you don't mind me filming this," she said and I shook my head.

"Please state your name," she said.

"Nikyla Grimes," I said.

"Do you relate to Rick?" She asked.

"He's my brother," I said.

"So, Nikyla, what did you do before all this?"

"I was in medical school. I was in my residency," I said.

"Wow. You're so young and you were a resident already?" She said

"I graduated high school when I was 16. Skipped three grades," I said.

"Wow, so your the doctor for the group?"

"Yes,"

"Were you in a particular field?" She asked.

No, I was kinda just helping in the emergency department," I said.

"Well, we do have a doctor here. He's a surgeon. Maybe you can work with him in the infirmary," she said.

Yeah, I guess. I can go now?" I asked.

"Of course. Could you send Daryl in please," she said and I walked out of the house and down the steps.

'Daryl, you're up," I told him.

After everyone did we were lead to two big houses. We check them both put but decided to all stay in the biggest one together still not trusting this place. I walked upstairs and into a bedroom. There was a large queen-sized bed and a walk-in closet that had clothes in it. I went through the clothes.

I found a pair of jeans and a tank that looked like would fit me and I head into the bathroom attached to the bedroom.

I turned the shower on expected only cold water but I figure I check. Once the water started heating my mood changed from crappy to happy.

I stepped into the shower and let the hot water wash over me and wash all the dirt, blood, and grime off of my body and out of my hair. After I was finished washing I got out and wrapped the fluffy towel around me. I stood at the sink and brushed my teeth and my hair before getting dressed and walking outside.

Daryl was sitting on the porch with the opossum he killed. He was gutting it. "You gotta do that now?" I asked.

He turned and looked at me "pfft," he huffed.

"What?" I asked.

"So what, your trust this place?" He said.

"Daryl, I wanted to be clean. Just because I got a shower does not mean I trust this place. But we need to give it a chance. It's better than being out there," I told him.

Later that night we all gathered pillows and blankets and slept in the living room. Deanna came over to see how we were settling in. She wanted Rick and Michonne to be constables. She hasn't figured out what job would be good for Daryl yet. She walked over to me and stood in front of me.

"Nikyla I wanted to give you these," she said handing me a white lab coat and stethoscope.

"Thanks I have my stethoscope though so I won't need that," I said taking the coat.

The next more I got dressed and put the lab coat on and grabbed my stethoscope. And went outside to head to the infirmary. I saw Daryl on the porch cleaning his crossbow. "I hose you down!" I heard Carol yell as she walked down the street.

"You look ridiculous!" He yelled back.

"You ever going to shower?" I asked him.

He looked up and scuffed. "What now?" I asked.

"Now that you're back to being in the white coat you think you're better than the rest of us?" He said.

"Excuse me? What the hell is up your ass? I did nothing to you. And I sure the hell don't think I'm better than anyone!" I yelled.

"Whatever," he said.

I scuffed and walked down the steps "Yeah, whatever is right, Dixon. Take a fucking shower!" I yelled and walked towards the infirmary.

Authors Note: If anything in the warning bothers you please do not read. I do not own The Walking Dead or it characters. I only own my characters that I make up. Something's may be out of order I'm going to try and follow the time line but It might change a little with the new character added. It starts in season 1 I like to start from the beginning. Please like, reblog, and comment if you like the story it really helps me get motivated to continue and helps me know what you'd like to see. And please if you like to read this as you feel free to do so. I understand some people my rather read as themselves I know I do sometimes. Thanking you for reading! ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

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