#ive been so excited to draw these i sketched them as soon as i got the ask yesterday

[pidgefudge]

💥metal monday💥 !!! Uuhmmm can you draw her playing in the snow mayhaps :))

ive never really played in the snow myself but people still do snow angels right??

also a bonus goober just for u 🫶

[lavendertales]

Ive just been thinking about Din. We’d be flying somewhere and it would be taking forever. I’d be in the cockpit with him doodling what ever I can see, but after drawing the dashboard for the billionth time, I’d be bored. So I’d ask Din if he would be alright with me drawing him and he’d be a little confused as to why I’d want to but give the go ahead. And he’d just sit so still. Perfect model. And he’d continue sitting even as I moved around to get different angles. I’d definitely draw mostly silly little cartoon-y doodles but have a couple of really detailed realistic ones and he’d be amazed by all of them.

Okay but this is so sweetly described and it’s so soft and yet tense, it took me a bit to recover from it 🥺

Words: 1k

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Whenever he was on the ship, Din had full control over everything. He knew where everything was, he knew every single detail of the Razor Crest.

All under your studious eyes, watching him in awe as he went on about his day, having no clue what was going on inside your mind.

During that particular ride to your next planet, you had gotten incredibly bored and had begun sketching different parts of the Crest, from new perspectives this time, but soon even that bored you. And then you realized that there was one thing which you had completely overlooked in your quest to draw as much of the Crest as possible and as realistically and charmingly as possible.

Din.

His movements, calculated and precise, were honestly a joy to watch, more so because you were a hundred percent sure that he had no idea he was doing all of them out of pure reflex, not even thinking about them.

“Din?”

He turned his helmet to meet your radiant face, waiting for you to continue.

“Do you mind if I draw you?”

The question dumbfounded him. He had never been asked anything of the sort and he was unsure if he even heard you correctly.

“You want to – what?” he repeated mechanically.

“To draw you. I – I have sketches of the ship, and… so far it kept me distracted, but since it’s gonna be a while before we reach our next planet, I figured I could draw something more interesting.”

You smiled fondly at him, not realizing how his body tensed underneath the beskar, how his muscles contracted and how his mind could not stop thinking about the fact that you had just referred to him as interesting.

He never thought of himself that way, and the fact that you believed that was simply making his head twist.

“Uh… okay,” he agreed, turning more in his seat so that his front was facing you. “What do I have to do?”

“Just sit there, as you are. Sit still.”

Excitedly, you grabbed your notebook and began drawing the outlines of his well-built silhouette. Din listened to you and remained still, which was usually not a problem for him, except now he was feeling nervous. He watched you from behind the visor, smiling a little with each petite frown you created under the concentration. You were a more than welcome presence in his life, someone who brought a little joy in his life when things got hectic and wild, but especially lonely.

After a while, Din’s muscles contracted again, beads of sweat running down his back. It was no heatwave. He was simply too tense thinking that you were mesmerized by him. His mind began to wander even further: what was it about him that you found so interesting that you had to draw him? Was it the armor? He supposed that it carried a certain appeal to an outsider’s eyes. Was it his overall presence? That particular thought made him shiver once again. He paid no attention to how he looked when he entered a building, nor had he ever thought about it before.

But now he did. He suddenly wanted to know what it was about him that you found so appealing.

“Why did you want to draw me?” he asked, his voice huskier than normal, and for once he was very thankful for the modulator’s incorporation in the helmet.

“Because… I think you’re a one of… a kind Mandalorian,” you replied, still immersed into the drawing.

Din was feeling more insecure than before, feeling the need to straighten his back. When he did so, your eyes got glued to him and you smiled again.

“What do you mean?” he continued.

“I can’t really explain it. It’s just something about you that’s very endearing.”

He felt mushy, his previously tense muscles now a puddle.

“Oh. Thank you.”

“And also… you are the perfect model.”

He cleared his throat, unable to reply anything. He’d never felt that unstable and insecure on himself before. And, to his surprise, it provided him with such a warm feeling that he almost wished he’d get to enjoy that feeling every single day.

“Could you… show me some of your sketches?”

It was your turn to be surprised. You looked up from your notebook, eyes wide and sparkling in his direction, excited about his question. You nodded, taking a mental note to go through your book of sketches after you were done drawing him.

“You’ve got some really broad shoulders, wow.”

That came out of nowhere, taking both you and Din by surprise as if someone else had said it. Your hand froze on the paper as your eyes locked with what you can only assume were Din’s eyes staring back at you.

“Sorry if that was – “

“No, I – thank you.”

You resumed your drawing whilst handing him a couple of your previous sketches. Din looked through them, eyes widening beneath the helmet with each new sketch he saw. He never saw anything like them, so well defined and beautifully colored as if they were life-like.

“Those are really beautiful,” he remarked.

You felt your face get flushed, so you kept your head down, thankful for the hair falling down over your shoulders.

“Thank you, Din.”

You knew in that moment exactly how to describe him and tell him what made him so unique, but your words got stuck in your throat, never rolling down your tongue. 

Maybe someday soon I’ll tell him, you thought.

[nitannichionne]

Luna IV, Chapter 13: The Tournament (A Cavill Syverson Fan Fic)

Chapter 13: The Tournament

CHAPTER 13: The Tournament

The marketplace was in excited upheaval. It had been for the last few weeks. The Luna Women’s competition was drawing close.

Any woman could participate, though single and claimed had their own tournaments. There were ten competitions: artisanship, cooking, cleaning, beauty, hand to hand combat, intelligence, archery, athleticism, gardening and riding.

You had never heard of it before, and for that alone, you are excited. You and Helena take your usual table and watch women and merchants haggling more than usual.

“You’re really into this!” Helena smiles at you.

“I know I can win the rough stuff,” you say excitedly. “Did you see those medals?”

“Yes, but there is some serious competition,” Helena warns softly. “The outlanders, the ones who live on the outside of the cities, their women are pretty rough, too.”

You sigh, “Hopefully my practicing will earn a place, at least.” You smile at Helena. “You’re a shoe-in for beauty, by the way.”

Helena smiles at that, chuckling as she rolled her eyes. “Yeah, with the little pouch here.” She raises an eyebrow. “You should try to enter it. You’re really exotic looking.”

You laugh out loud. “No, thanks!”

“Hi!” Gabrielle smiles, clutching sheets to her breast.

You smile. You honestly have never seen such change in a woman before. Gabrielle was still afraid of most men except Lysander, but she was no longer afraid to smile, look people in the eye. She simply was not the same woman she was three months ago.

               “Where have you been?” you ask her.

               “Lysander,” she says sheepishly. “I honestly don’t understand it. You’d think he’d be tired of me.”

               “Are you?” Helena asks knowingly.

               Gabrielle leaned forward and grinned girlishly. “No!” They all laughed at that. “What did I miss?”

               “I chose my fabric,” You push swatches toward her.

               “I brought my sketches for you two,” Gabrielle smiles. “Let me know what you think, okay? I’ll get some drinks…for you, too, Kane!” She scratches his ears and goes for refreshments.

               You and Helena frown over the sketches.

               “She is good, you know that?” you nod.

               “I know. That’s why we’re going to enter our costumes into the artisan’s competition in Gabrielle’s name!” Helena whispers.

               You gasp softly, “She’s in the gardening competition already. You’re going to put her in another?”

               “She signed the sketches,” Helena taps the sheets. “See? All we have to do is wear the number on our costumes, that’s all.”

               “She might be embarrassed.”

“And Lysander will be there for her,” Helena says with no remorse. “He’s even thinking about entering his outfit for that day. She finished it yesterday.” She pauses, changing the subject. “Are you sure you don’t want to try for the beauty competition?”

“Yes, I’m sure,” Zenobia nods, rolling her eyes. “The archery and athleticism events are enough, thank you.”

“Hhmph,” Helena pouts. “I thought you were doing hand to hand.”

“Your brother said no, that’s why I’m doing athleticism instead.” You roll your eyes. “He really gets on my nerves sometimes.”

Helen arches her eyebrow, her smile disbelieving. “Yeah, right.”

*****

The Luna Women’s competition came on a beautiful but hot day. Colors were posted everywhere and merchants sold cool drinks and shade. There was public shade but it was crowded.

You are grateful to find that Sy has not only reserved shade for some of his people, but got you a two room private tent with a cooling system inside. You are relieved to see it as you complete the events of the athleticism competition.

“I saw you in the footrace,” Sy smiles, handing you a drink when you come inside the tent. “I had no idea you were so fast.”

               You raise an eyebrow brow at him. “You never asked.”

               “They should be doing archery soon,” he nods. “Anything you want to tell me about that?”

“I was one of the best on my father’s property,” you beam. “I trained with his archers, but not with arrows. I trained with bullet tips.”

               “That man, rest his soul, gave you way too much advantage.”

               “Ha!” You have become used to his little ribs, but most of the time, you just liked the way his mouth went a little lopsided when he did. “You’ll be there, won’t you?” You watch him sit as if trying to decide and you pounce on him. He laughs up at you as you grab his shirt front and shake him slightly. “You will be there, right?”

“I will be there,” he chuckles, grabbing your wrists and turning your bodies so that he was over you. He brings his lips down on yours, nibbling and teasing your mouth to open to him.

“Sy…” you sigh, and then scramble to your feet when she saw the look in his eyes. “Uh-uh, I need all my strength for today!”

“Before we leave, I will have you in this tent,” he assures, his smile completely suggestive.

Your stomach does flip-flops as you smile back. “Just not now.”

He lunges for you and you duck out, hearing his laughter. Ah, that man…

“It’s true, then!”

You turn to Gabrielle’s gasp. “What?” She looked down at the number. “Oh, you like?”

Gabrielle looks upset, to the point of tears. “I’m not that good!”

“Brielle.” Lysander calls softly, catching up to her. “I told her to.”

“But, but why?!” Gabrielle shakes her head as tears well up in her eyes.

“Because we know talent when we see it,” he nods. “I have been getting compliments on this outfit since we got here.” She opens her mouth to protest and he kisses her forehead, immediately quieting and calming her. “Trust me?”

She looked up at him, nodding. “Always, but--” She sighs as he kissed her soundly.

Lysander raises his head just in time to recognize the man coming toward them. “Oh, hey, Theron!”

Theron was all smiles and a bit excited.  “Let’s go to the beauty competition,” he suggested. “Helena’s one of the finalists.”

“I can only stay a little while,” you say apologetically. “I have a few more things to do.”

“I thought the archery contest was at the end of the day,” Lysander frowns slightly.

“It is,” you nod. “But I have a few more athletic categories too.”

The group went to watch Helena compete. You can’t believe how pretty some of the women were, and how many boldly stared at Sy. It was as if you weren’t there. They smiled at Theron, but Helena was more than their equal in beauty. You look down at your form fitting halter and brown chaps with underlying shorts. You like the outfit; it hugs your curves and you can do just about anything in it, but these women floated across the floor.

Sy’s arms close around you. “What?”

“Hmmm?” you nod, picking at the beadwork on the arm braces Gabrielle made for you.  “Nothing.”

He bends down and nuzzles your ear. “Come on.”

“Nothing.”

“And the winner is…Helena Cavanaugh!”

Helena was tearful as she accepted her crown with three silver moons on it. She smiled at the crowd, and then at her husband.

“I love you,” Theron mouths the words.

“I love you,” Helena mouths back, blowing him a kiss.

It slams into you. You want Sy’s love, and to keep it, more than anything. You kiss him on the cheek and leave to complete your competition.

The rest of the afternoon wears at your nerves. You place second in athletics because you truly didn’t climb walls a lot, nor did you swim. You are thankful that running and agility helped your scores. You hope to win the archery competition.

The archery competition is grueling. You get down to the finals, and it comes down to you and last year’s winner, Gloria Crieger. It comes down to one arrow at twice the distance than before. You shoot within the bullseye but Gloria shoots dead center, leaving you with second place again.

You swallow hard. You can’t believe you lost the archery competition. You’d never lost against a woman. Your pride is crippled. You stand stiffly as you are given the medal, and step off the stand as soon as she can. You see Sy  come toward you, and you can’t look at him.

“Hey,” he lifts your chin so he can look at you. He looks surprised to find tears in your usually bright eyes. “Zen?” He pulls you into his embrace, sighing as your tears come. “Aw, sweetheart…”

“I’m sorry.” You sniff into his shirt, and manage to look at him. “I really tried, Sy. I wanted to make you proud! I wanted to bring glory to your house!”

Sy pulls you closer. He tilts your chin up and wipes your tears. “But sweetheart, I am proud of you. You lost to a woman who has won this competition for years. You just entered, and you placed second. Don’t cry, baby, don’t cry.” He rubs your back comfortingly.

“I don’t care!” How could you hope to keep him? You aren’t an exceptional beauty like Helena, or artistic and sweetly soft like Brielle. Your father once spoke of your mother’s warrior skills like she was unparallel to any other woman, that she was special. “I’m sorry, Sy. I really am. I’ll do—“

He laughs at you, and speaks to you as if you are a child. “I am proud of you—“ He rains kisses on your face as you begin to shake your head, not wanting pity. “No, no, listen to me.” He frames your face in his hands, wiping your tears with his thumbs. “I am proud of you, I am proud you are mine, with me.” He kisses you again, and holds you tightly, and you felt the tightness in your sobbing chest melt as  you begin to snuggle under his chin. He rubs your back. “You’re such a silly girl sometimes, you know that?”

“Oh!” You realize you’ve made a spectacle of herself. Some people are actually watching you, but you were too upset to pay attention. You are mortified.

He laughs down at you. “What?” You snuggle closer to him, hiding to regain the rest of your composure. “Aw, just realized some people are watching?” He laughed louder, kissing the top of your head. “Look around.” He nudges your temple. “Go on, look around.”

You peek around his bicep. You see most people barely paying attention, but some smiled at you. Gabrielle is still marveling at her medal in the artisan’s competition as Lysander holds her. Then you see Gloria with her mate. There is no holding, no kissing, no congratulations from him. He collects her winnings, and gives her a small portion of it. Then he gives her the trophy with a pat on the back. She nods her thanks. He didn’t even hold her hand as they walked away from the crowds. You lock eyes with Gloria, and see the longing and loneliness of the woman. “Sy…”

               “I know, I know. We won.”

                You snuggle closer to him, taking a deep but shaky breath. “Yes. We won.”

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[unspokenfaith]

A Not So Surprising Romantic Gesture

Pairings: Peter Parker/Michelle Jones Rating: T Word Count: 2943 Genre: Fluff/Humor Summary: 5 times Peter tries to ask MJ to prom and 1 time he doesn’t have to.

So I originally had this planned for Spideychelle Month, but only recently had the inspiration to finish writing it. I just love the thought of Peter and MJ still being awkward idiots even after dating for a while :’) Also really enjoyed writing all the side characters in; it definitely added to all the fun.

AO3

I.

Asking your long-term girlfriend to senior prom seemed like the logical thing to do. But then again, so did skipping over all the hassle and taking her anyway, because why wouldn’t they go together? 

Peter knew how much MJ resented traditions, particularly gendered ones, but he also knew the smile on her face and the gleam in her eyes whenever he surprised her with a romantic gesture, and it was safe to say that alone outweighed anything else.

Under any other circumstances, he would’ve asked her opinion on the matter—some things he just couldn’t get a read on—but Peter wanted this to be a surprising romantic gesture. The surprising romantic gesture. MJ more than deserved that. 

And perhaps there was a tiny, selfish part of him that always hoped he could ask the girl of his dreams to prom, even if he couldn’t dance to save his life.

Peter felt confident one sunny, April morning when he stepped off the bus, bouquet of flowers in hand. Black dahlias, of course. 

He rehearsed what he was going to say at least thirty times in his head from the moment he woke up, but he couldn’t settle on the right words. What else was he supposed to say besides ‘MJ, will you go to prom with me?’ Even though we’ve been dating for nine months, so it’s not like we would go with anyone else anyway, right? It seemed so easy, yet it also didn’t feel like enough. At least the flowers would add a little something extra. 

By the entrance, Peter spotted MJ with her back to him, talking to Ned and Betty. Inexplicably, the four of them made a habit of meeting outside every morning before walking in together. Cheesy and predictable as it was, it always put a smile on Peter’s face no matter how he was feeling that day. 

Ned caught his eye, flashing him a smile. Peter shook his head furiously before he could say anything. He didn’t want MJ to see him yet. 

“Hey, Penis Parker!” 

Peter skidded to a stop, his heart jumping to his throat and the flowers dropping into a puddle. Flash’s shiny new car nearly ran Peter over, but that seemed to be the least of his concerns.

“Watch where you’re going! You could’ve hit my car!” Flash slowed down as he passed him, and his eyes widened at the drenched dahlias. “Aww! Did you get those for me, Parker? That’s so thoughtful, but I’m not interested.”

He couldn’t so much as lift his head and entertain a response before Flash drove away to find a parking spot. 

He couldn’t even find himself to appreciate the irony of black dahlias wilting in dirty water. His only consolation was that MJ sure would’ve. 

II.

Despite yesterday’s disappointment, Peter quickly contrived a new and hopefully Flash-proof idea. Unfortunately, this one required a lot more patience.

He never realized how little MJ went to her locker until he sped down the hallway and peeked around the corner after every period waiting for her to show up. Then again, she didn’t really have any reason to when she used one notebook for all of her classes—and every line of every page at that. And when she couldn’t fill a page, she would draw random sketches, mostly of Peter’s face in physics.

“What? It’s funny,” she would say. “You’re always so focused.”

And the way she said “funny,” like she really meant “adorable,” never failed to make Peter blush.

“Dude, what are you doing?” 

Peter jumped at the sound of Ned’s voice.

“Hey, shh! I’m waiting for MJ,” he said.

Ned blinked. “You know she’s your girlfriend, right? Why are you hiding?” 

“Ned, please!” Peter whispered loudly. “It’s a surprise, okay? I don’t want her to see me yet.”

“Oh! This is the prom thing!” he practically screamed.

“Dude, seriously!”

Their back-and-forth picked up a few glances from passing students. Peter laughed nervously before turning back to Ned.

“Try to be quiet about it, okay? Please.”

“Right, right, right,” Ned said. “Sorry. Should I—Hey, there’s MJ and Betty.”

Peter turned around, and sure enough, there was MJ, fiddling with the combination on her locker—Betty rambling behind her. 

“Please! Pretty please!” Betty put her hands together, pouting. “You said you would.”

MJ sighed. “I know, but...I can’t this weekend. I’ve got…you know, stuff.”

Betty placed her hands on her hips. “I know you really want to go. You just don’t want to be excited.”

“I do want to. I just...we haven’t really talked about what we’re doing yet.”

Peter felt his stomach twist into a knot once he realized what she was talking about. Was she expecting him to have asked her already? Or was she not expecting him to ask at all? Was she mad they haven’t talked about prom at all?

Was he doing something wrong?

“Peter, she’s opening the locker.” Ned tapped his shoulder to get his attention.

As soon as the door swung open, Betty screamed, causing both Peter and Ned to jump.

“Jesus, Betty, don’t do that!” MJ said.

“Move!” But Betty shifted so she stood in front of MJ, then proceeded to toss everything out of her locker. Used papers and pens flew everywhere. Peter’s heart sank when he saw a particularly important one slide under a neighboring locker.

“Betty, what the—” 

Betty stomped her foot, pushing it hard into the floor. “Sorry, there was a spider!”

“Was it really necessary to tear my locker apart?”

Their voices faded as Peter turned away, leaning on the wall and staring at the ceiling. 

“Man, I’m sorry, Peter,” Ned said. “You can always try again tomorrow.”

III.

Peter did not try again tomorrow, or the day after, or the day after that. 

Four days was ample time for him to recover from another failed prom ask. He didn’t want to waste too much time, especially after overhearing MJ’s conversation with Betty. 

Baking was all science. At least that’s what Peter told himself after spilling bags of flour and nearly setting the kitchen on fire. May insisted on stepping in, but he was determined to do this all by himself, even if it took him all night. 

He might’ve lost valuable study time, and a lot of sleep, but it was worth it in the end to have five chocolate frosted red velvet cupcakes. While Peter’s original plan was to bake the whole batch, only half were worth saving. Luckily, he only needed four letters and a question mark’s worth. 

MJ liked them because, supposedly, “no one else does.” Everyone always goes for the vanilla frosted. How she ever determined that, he had no idea. But the information made itself useful.

Rather than approaching her before school, he thought it best to keep them covered in his locker until the end of the day. Less people around. Less of a chance that everything will go wrong. Hopefully less spiders. 

As soon as the final bell rang, Peter sprinted to his locker and carefully removed the tray. MJ was always the first one to arrive to Academic Decathlon, and he would make sure to be there before anyone else. 

He checked his watch—2:18. Decathlon practice started at 2:30. Plenty of time. 

Peter’s skin prickled as he approached the door of the classroom. He had no reason to be nervous. It’s not as though she would say “no.” But what she said to Betty still lingered in the back of his mind, feeding into his nerves, planting his feet to the floor. 

After talking himself in and out of it several times, he took a deep breath and opened the door. 

Much to his disappointment, MJ wasn’t in her usual spot at the front of the room. In fact, she wasn’t in the room at all. 

Cursing himself for being too early, Peter set the cupcakes down on a desk. He looked from the clock on the wall to his watch, then back to the clock again, as though the little, red second hand would bring MJ here faster.

“Woah, Peter! Did you bring those for the team?” 

Peter turned around to find Winston standing in the doorway. Before he had time to react, Winston rushed over to his desk and grabbed a cupcake. 

“No, no, no! Wait!” 

But Winston was already devouring the chocolate “P.” 

“Winston, those were for—”

MJ walked in a few seconds too late. “Hey, dorks. What’s up? You guys are early.” She went to the front of the classroom to set her bag down. 

Winston looked from MJ to Peter, eyes widening with the realization of what he just did. 

“Peter, I’m so sorry...”

Peter forced a smile. “It’s fine, Winston. They’re all yours.”

There was no sense in asking MJ if she would like to go to “Rom.”

IV.

With everything that happened over the past week, Peter began to see the error of his ways. All of his promposals were private. There was too much risk in privacy. He needed to ask MJ to prom in a way that was unavoidable. Foolproof. But not too public. 

Peter stuck with the decathlon room. It was never used until the team met after school. So early one morning, he got his robot spider to unlock the door. He wrote the question bold and large on the whiteboard then slid the chalkboard back to cover it. 

Mr. Harrington always used the white board. The sound of the chalk on the board made him sweat. And then he would get so flustered that he’d continue. It wasn’t a good experience for anyone in the room.

Drumming his fingers on the desk, Peter stared at the empty chalkboard. MJ flashed him a confused glance.

“Hey, are you okay?”

“Me? Yeah, totally. Just ready to get started.” Peter’s voice was at least two octaves higher than normal, and he knew it. He just hoped MJ didn’t notice. 

Mr. Harrington walked up to the board. Peter hadn’t noticed how loud his foot was tapping under the desk until a couple of the team members gave him looks.

“Okay, guys, I want to go over a few of the logistics for the competition,” Mr. Harrington said, reaching for the markers, but paused. “Oh, where did they go?”

“Where did what go, Mr. Harrington?” Peter asked. But then it hit him. He was in such a rush earlier that he never put the markers back. He must’ve shoved them into his locker without thinking.

“My markers,” he said. “I don’t see them anywhere.” Mr. Harrington lowered his glasses slightly, scanning his desk. “Huh, well, I guess we’re using the chalkboard today.”

A chorus of groans sounded throughout the room.

“I know, I know, guys. It sounds like the lonely cries of a single man in his bed at night,” he said, followed by silence. “Well, anyway…”

Peter’s foot started tapping on the floor again. Sure, he could just walk up there and pull the chalkboard aside. But that completely defeated the point. It was supposed to be a surprise. It was supposed to happen naturally. 

“Wait! Mr. Harrington, uh...doesn’t anyone have a marker?” Peter asked.

Not a single response. MJ eyed him curiously. By now, she knew something was going on with him. 

“That’s very thoughtful of you, Peter, but I think we’re all going to have to suffer together today,” Mr. Harrington said, turning back to the board and hesitantly picking up a piece of chalk. 

“Man, he’s not having a good day, is he?” Ned whispered.

Peter knew the feeling.

V. 

Standing in the school library, card in hand, Peter was persistent in making this work. After a week of almosts, he was going to make sure that—no matter what—today would be the day. He was going to ask his girlfriend to prom, and no one or nothing was going to stop him. 

He spent the previous night putting together a card specifically for MJ. Peter was by no means artistically inclined, so he did it all on the computer—cutting and pasting images of some of her favorite things. On the front of the card, he placed her favorite picture of them. Betty took it at her Christmas party. She had pointed out the mistletoe above their heads. Peter blushed as MJ kissed his cheek. Everyone cheered. 

It might’ve been his favorite picture, too.

Peter slid the card into MJ’s favorite poetry book, Milk and Honey. She picked it up as a study break every time the two of them came to the library to do homework. Sometimes he asked her to read the poems aloud just so he could watch the soft, thoughtful expression on her face as she spoke the words. 

So he knew when he asked her to meet him here after class, that’s exactly what she would do. Only this time she would have something new to read. 

As soon as he heard footsteps, Peter scrambled to sit down and lay his books out. He started writing out random notes as she approached the table.

MJ squeezed his hand as she sat down across from him. “Hi.”

“Hi.” Peter smiled brightly. 

“What’s up?” MJ squinted at him.

“What do you mean? Just studying is all,” he laughed.

“No, not right now. I mean in general. You’ve been acting weird all week.”

“N-nothing. Nothing’s up. Just nervous, I guess.”

“For what?”

“Oh, you know…” Peter said. “The test next week.” He wanted to kick himself for saying the first thing that came to his mind.

“Oh, yeah, I guess.”

Through all his prom planning, Peter somehow managed to forget they had a physics test next week. He’d have to worry about that later. 

The two were mostly quiet while they studied, Peter too afraid he’d give something away by talking, and MJ too busy actually focusing on the material. He flipped through the pages of the textbook, pretending to read while he occasionally glanced at her. Waiting for her to take a break. 

Suddenly, Brad walked into the library, passing by their table on his way to one of the shelves. The poetry section. 

Peter fought every urge to start squirming in his seat, which only resulted in him starting to squirming in his seat.

MJ put her book down. “Okay, seriously, Peter, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing! I just…” 

She followed his gaze behind her to where Brad was browsing dangerously close to MJ’s book. 

“Brad? Is that what’s bothering you?”

Peter shook his head furiously, watching as Brad picked up Milk and Honey, about to open the cover.

He pushed himself up from his chair. “Brad! What are you doing?”

Brad shot him a look of annoyance. “Trying to find a book for my English project. Sorry if that’s a crime, Parker,” he said. “Although you’re one to judge.” 

MJ rolled her eyes. “You’re really not going to let that one go, are you? No one believes that Peter’s a prostitute, so drop it already.”

“That’s my book!” Peter exclaimed. “I was just going to rent it out!”

“Wait, what?” MJ said.

Brad flipped through the book, and Peter’s chest tightened. “Don’t see your name on it anywhere. You don’t look in a hurry to take it.”

Without thinking, Peter went over and grabbed the book from Brad’s hand. “I said I’m borrowing it, okay?”

“Okay, chill.” Brad held his arms up in defeat. “It’s just a book.” He shook his head as he wandered over to the next section. 

Peter sighed in relief. When he turned around, he found MJ staring at something on the floor next to him. 

VI. 

“What?” Peter followed her gaze to a small, familiar piece of paper folded on the ground. He scanned the pages of the book, even though he already knew the card was missing.

MJ rose from her seat and bent down to pick it up. Peter was about to stop her before he realized this was what he was waiting for to happen. Even if it wasn’t happening in the way he planned.

“It’s stupid. I’m sorry,” he said, scratching the back of his neck.

She said nothing. Just stared at the front of the card, her lips slowly curving into a smile. Peter remained silent as she opened it, studying every letter, every image. He wasn’t sure if he should be troubled by the fact that she still wasn’t saying anything in response.

MJ refolded the card, placing it on the desk. 

“I know what you’re thinking. It’s really cheesy, and we’re already dating, so why am I asking, right?” Peter laughed nervously, unable to meet her eyes.

“Stop talking, loser,” she said.

Peter cleared his throat and nodded. 

“You’re right. This is incredibly cheesy.” 

His shoulders sank. God, why did you do it, Peter? So stupid. 

“But,” MJ continued. “This is easily the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me.”

Peter looked up, beaming. “Really?”

“Really.” She smiled back.

“I’m really sorry I didn’t ask you sooner, or we didn’t talk about it and make plans, or….I’m just really sorry.”

MJ put a finger over his mouth. “My answer is ‘yes,’ okay?”

Peter kissed her right there, in the middle of the school library, catching a few glances and whispers. The librarian didn’t look too thrilled about it, but she buried her nose in a book as though she hadn’t noticed.  

MJ gently pushed him away. “You haven’t been worrying about this all week, have you?”

“Of course not,” Peter laughed.

He was the worst liar imaginable, but at least he was taking his girlfriend to prom. 

[shhh-no-ones-home]

simulation: highschool ted “theodore” logan x reader

+++++++++ Request from @ringa-starr

"the reader has a crush on ted and she makes her dream family with him on the sims and the head bitch in school finds out about it and embarrasses her in front of the whole school"

we are doing this based on the sims, like if the reader had a thought to make a life simulation game since it obviously wasnt launched until 2000. also girl i meshed both of our ideas so i hope you like it lol

Song: stand out from the goofy movie +++++++++

i sat at my desk and drew in my sketchbook, looking up every once in a while at ted. he was the perfect model, or at least to me he was. see i had this idea a while back about a sort of video game where you could make families and houses and stuff and ive been trying to build my own characters. i was one, obviously, but id also added ted and his best friend bill as my sort of roommates. it seemed like a good idea until lainey found out. she was notorious for throwing people under the bus and starting rumors about people. i sketched until the bell rang, completely ignoring our science teacher. when i stood up i went to shove my sketchbook into my bag when lainey walked by me and slammed her hand down on it, making it hit the floor with a loud thud. i watched in horror as she laughed at my sketches of ted sprawled out on the floor in front of us.

"aw, look! y/n has a crush!"

i dropped to my knees and tried to push the loose drawings into a pile but she was standing on a few, reaching down and picking them up out of my hands.

"give those back!"

she laughed again and looked through them.

"this is adorable, really. do you imagine a life with him?"

she looked up at ted who was trying not to look at her. surely he was as embarrassed as i was if not more. and he had every right to be.

"of course not lainey, hes just has a really good bone structure."

she laughed again.

"and whats that supposed to mean?"

i stood up and glared at her.

"it means hes perfect to draw, a great model has sharp edges and structure."

i paused and looked at ted who was now sort of staring at me. i looked back to lainey and got in her face.

"someone completely opposite of you!"

her mouth hung open.

"how dare you! id be the perfect model!"

ted walked over and offered his hand to her for the drawings.

"may i?"

she glared at him for a second before handing them over to him. he shuffled through them. i wasnt exactly sure what she had picked up but i was a little worried. until he smiled at me.

"actually these are really good dude. im honored that youd want to draw me. of everyone you could choose. i mean, these are excellent."

he went to hand me the drawings back and lainey snatched them, holding them away from both of us. i sighed.

"come on lainey give them back."

i went to reach for them but she pushed me away.

"no, of course i wont give them back. you lost them, theyre mine now. finders keepers."

ted sent her a look.

"you didnt find them you stole them, thats not how that works."

she grinned at ted.

"yes it is, you can give them to her when you find one taped to your locker everyday."

my eyes went wide and i tried to reach for them again.

"i need those!"

she pushed me away again before handing the stack to one of her friends, an evil smile on her face.

"and you can have them, as soon as everyone knows how much you really like ted. and i think these drawings are a perfect way to do that."

i glared at her, putting my arms tight to my sides.

"come on lainey thats not fair. of course she doesnt like me, im just the perfect model, like she said."

they both looked at me and i could feel my face getting warmer.

"right."

i said quietly and she smirked at me.

"we'll see. and so will everyone else."

she stomped off into the hallway with her friend hot on her tail. i shoved my face into my hands immediately. i didnt wanna face ted or anybody else for that matter. then i felt his hand on my shoulder causing me to look up at him.

"itll be okay y/n, if she tapes them to my locker ill try to get them down as fast as possible and get them back to you."

i sighed deeply and shook my head.

"thanks ted, that means a lot."

°°°°°°°°°

i walked into the school and people were starting to look at me. i was a little confused at first until i saw ted standing in front of his locker un-moving. i quickened my pace until i was stood next to him, staring at his locker. my mouth hung open. in big letters above one of my drawings it read 'dream team' not only that but she had red penned over the drawing itself very profane things. of course it was one of the drawings of bill and ted, not jut ted, and she felt the need to let everyone know i wanted both of them as partners. i groaned before ripping the pages from his locker and crumpling them up. ted watched me intently.

"but, your drawing..."

he sighed out, looking at me kind of sad. i shook my head.

"im so sorry ted, i had no idea what she had taken from me and im so sorry its put you in this situation."

he frowned.

"it was a really good drawing before she ruined it."

he looked down at the crumpled paper in my hand before something struck him. he looked up at me with a wide smile on his face.

"hey! i have an idea."

he grabbed my hand and dragged me down the hallway.

"ted where are we going?"

he turned into a classroom. i saw lainey first and glared at her as ted continued to drag me to a table.

"hey bill!"

he said and i finally realized what was happening.

"bill i know youve been drawing the wyld stallyns logo but what if we got y/n to draw us for our band posters!"

he seemed so excited. my eyes were wide as i looked at bill, waiting for his response. bill smiled just as widely as ted.

"dude thatd be awesome!"

i looked up at lainey as bill and ted did the guitar thing. she was fuming. this clearly wasnt what she had planned on happening. ted turned to me.

"so what do you say dudette? wanna be our band artist?"

i laughed a little.

"id love to ted."

he fist pumped the air.

"awesome dude!"

lainey stomped over to us.

"thats not how this is supposed to happen ted."

he looked a little confused.

"and how was it supposed to happen?"

she turned away from him and got in my face.

"you werent supposed to come out of this on top you little weasel."

ted crossed his arms over his chest.

"well what would you say if i asked her on a date?"

we both looked at him with wide eyes, her gaze dripping with anger and mine surprise.

"you wanna ask me on a date?"

she looked at me and then back at ted.

"yeah, you wanna ask her on a date?"

he nodded.

"yeah, i do, if she'll have me."

i smiled widely.

"id love to."

he reached out and took my hand and she stomped her foot harshly against the ground. then the bell rang.

"shit im gonna be late for class."

i groaned and turned to lainey.

"as much as id love rubbing this backfire in your face i cant be late again. thank you ted for asking me to be your bands artist, and ill see you at lunch for more detes on our date."

i leaned up and kissed him on the cheek and he blushed.

"bye!"

[aion-rsa]

The DC Universe is Going to Hell

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Year of the Villain culminates in a war between Luthor and the Batman who Laughs in Hell Arisen.

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Over his seven years as a comic book writer, James Tynion IV has gone from cowriting Batman backups with Scott Snyder, to launching some genuinely terrifying creator-owned horror books, to helming Justice League Dark, and partnering again with Snyder on the core Justice League title. And while he’s collaborated on event comics before, he’s never had one of his own. That ends in the winter, as he joins new DC arrival Steve Epting (Captain America) to bring us Year of the Villain: Hell Arisen. The book matches Apex Lex Luthor, a powered up and hyperpredatory version of the classic Superman villain, against the Batman Who Laughs, a Jokerized version of Bruce Wayne from the Dark Multiverse.

Only the Batman Who Laughs has brought some friends. As seen in the pages of Batman/Superman, the Batman Who Laughs has been infecting heroes with his Joker serum and unleashing them on the good guys. The first was Shazam, but they’ll soon be followed by Supergirl, Hawkman, Blue Beetle, Donna Troy, and Commissioner Gordon. We had a chance to talk with Tynion about Hell Arisen and he told us about what to expect from the showdown between these two predators.

Den of Geek: Got some stuff coming up, it looks like.

James Tynion: It is wild. It's one of those exciting things when you finally reach the point where you can start talking about stuff that you've known existed for like six plus months. Now I can show people what we've been thinking about, what we've been building to. When I've been having little conversations and it's just like, “You'll wait and see” when this specific story comes to a head.

So how far back does this originate? It sounds like the foundation for Hell Arisen is the story that you and Scott [Snyder] have been telling since Dark Nights.

This is something where going all the way back to the original Dark Nights: Metal event. It set two different tracks in motion, and one of those tracks that we've been following very, very intensely in the Justice League title has been the path of Lex Luthor and his awakening and him becoming this disciple of doom, setting out into the world to create this new Legion of Doom to awaken this ancient cosmic goddess Perpetua and transforming himself into this apex predator. Lex Luthor has had a busy year.

But simultaneously there's been this undercurrent that's been running through first in Metal itself, but then in The Batman Who Laughs mini series by Scott Snyder and Jock and more recently in the new Batman/Superman series. That has been the path of what the Batman Who Laughs has been up to. And now we're going to see those two threads come to a head, because what Year of the Villain: Hell Arisen is more than anything is the clash between Lex Luthor and the Batman Who Laughs.

Lex cut his deal with The Batman Who Laughs early on in Justice League right?

Yes.

There was a pretty ominous, "You're going to end up eating this" from Joker to Lex when that happened right?

Yes, exactly. The two stories that I can point to more than any others would be, Justice League #8.That was when Lex Luthor freed The Batman Who Laughs, and The Batman Who Laughs is actually the person who told Luthor the name Perpetua, the name of the cosmic goddess he was trying to awaken for the first time and they had this whole back and forth that really culminated with The Batman Who Laughs saying, "You are going to free me. In order to get what you want from me, and then you just have to accept that I'm going to be out there, under my own machinations and my own plans, and you just have to trust that your plan is better than mine."

read more: Justice League, Crisis, and the Future of the DC Universe

So we've seen what The Batman Who Laughs plan is then, and how it's been developing. We saw in The Batman Who Laughs mini series he's developed it in this infection that he was going to try and infect all of Gotham. Now in Batman/Superman we are seeing him infect heroes with this infection, so the Batman Who Laughs infection storyline is going to escalate here. But then we've also seen Luthor's plan of literally his whole year of the villain plan and all the offers he made for the different villains in the DC Universe.

It's very exciting that we've had these two parallel threads. I remember the first time we were writing down on a big white board all of the different story threads and we literally drew an arrow between two of the threads together and we just wrote "Ha." That's what Hell Arisen comes from is just the word "Ha.". That was the birth of this story and this is really the story that kicks this whole saga we've been telling into the next sphere.

So it looks like Luthor is going up against The Batman Who Laughs who created his own Justice League and the Dark Multiverse is fighting against their own potential destruction?

It's very difficult to talk about the specifics because it involves both the ending of this arc of Batman/Superman and this arc of Justice League, "The Justice-Doom War." Literally both of those stories end on the same day that Hell Arisen #1 comes out and both of them tie directly into that issue.

read more: Year of the Villain Redefines The Riddler

It's one of those things where we are seeing the infected Justice League ascended, we are seeing Batman Who Laughs has this whole big crazy plan and Lex Luthor needs to stop it. It is basically a battle of the minds of these two exceptionally dangerous, exceptionally smart beings. Batman Who Laughs is the Batman of his world, he is as smart as Batman has ever been without having any morals holding him back and then Lex Luthor is Lex Luthor, he's the smartest human being that has ever lived and he has just enhanced his powers and his abilities tenfold. So, it is these two incredibly smart beings in a very destructive chess match and the winner gets the world.

Lex has been a Superman stand in at least, fairly recently and in a lot of ways he's the same kind of dark reflection of Superman that the Batman Who Laughs is of Batman, is that Superman/Batman dichotomy something that you're playing with in the story also?

Absolutely, they are meant to be two sides of the same coin in the same way that Batman and Superman are, but they are two sides of a very messed up coin.

Do the Tales from the Dark Multiverse stories fit in with this or are those just fun side examinations of the Dark Multiverse too?

Those stand a bit more on their own, but I think it is telling that we are ramping up our explorations of the Dark Multiverse around this time as all of these big stories are coming to a head. What that is telling us I can't reveal yet, but you're all going to have to wait and see.

Is it fair to say that this is the biggest thing you've taken on in your time at DC?

It is the biggest thing I have taken on aside from things I cannot talk about yet. This is a very big story. It is a story that is still a part of this larger narrative that we have been telling going back to Justice League, this is something that we had sketched out this big story machine, and that story machine is about to come to a head. This is the moment that all of the threads converge and then what this story could lead to I think, is going to be something incredible.

Right now, this is where the two separate threads that we've been playing with for the last almost two years, will clash together in the biggest way possible, with beautiful art by Steve Epting.

How did you guys land Epting, and is there anything specific that you're doing in the book to tailor it to his strengths?

I am definitely tailoring it to his strengths. In terms of landing him it was something where they had been talking to Steve about a couple of projects and this one came up and it was one of those things where once we had him nailed down on this title, it definitely started affecting how I saw this played out.

What I think Steve Epting does best is he can build this tension. That's why he does spy thrillers really really well and this is a different sort of thriller. This is a very dangerous horror thriller. We are seeing a horrifying infection starting to spread in the DC Universe, we are seeing all of these different monstrous figures going to war with each other and that war is still happening in the shadows. Everyone else on earth are still not fully aware what they're up to against each other and it is that kind of, coming at it from a secretive angle. I have a few scenes in mind bit later in the arc that I am very excited for Steve to draw.

What about Hell Arisen is the most exciting to you? And what is the most intimidating?

Honestly the answer to both is a single thing, which is the fact that these are the two smartest characters in DC Universe Earth, when the two of them are standing there they are two of the smartest characters that exist. To have them try and outfox each other is a very very difficult thing as a writer. It's the same reason that I know people talk about having trouble writing Riddler stories, because you have to out-think Batman and then you have to have Batman out think someone who just out thunk Batman.

read more - Batman: Damned is a Trip Through the Darkest Corners of the DC Universe

We are seeing this battle between these two evil geniuses who do not care about the damage that they leave in the world behind them, but it means that we get to go a little bit mad scientist with it and they are both going to make some horrific moves as they move forward. This is the culmination of these stories, so I am really excited.

You've got a really strong pedigree in horror comics, especially in your creator-owned works. How has your creator-owned horror stuff influence the work you're doing on Hell Arisen?

Honestly it has kind of helped set my priorities back in horror. I've been writing Justice League Dark for the last year which definitely plays with horror and I hope is genuinely scary in some places. It also is a different type of horror, Justice League Dark is more homage to the type of horror comic that DC was doing in the '70s and '80s and me playing with some of those tropes, and trying to push some of them to be more modern and scary, but it's still of that type of thing. My main priority is to tell a genuinely horrifying story in the present and so I am trying to take those priorities in.

Hell Arisen arrives in December. 

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Interview Jim Dandy

Sep 12, 2019

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[jaykore]

Bruh how do you get through a piece? Like literally? I always burn out part way through and end up never finishing anything.

Aawe nonnie, I’m so sorry to hear that :( -hug-  I hope I can help a little ? But  I’m not sure there’s a magic formula! Q.Q  Everyone is so different....

I know for myself, generally when I’m drawing I am -really- into an idea. It’s why you don’t see me post many sketches tbh. 1) If I really love it, I want to finish it and share with you guys 2) My time is important to me, and I don’t want to spend it on things I’m not super into. 

So in short, if I’m not 100% in love with something, I don’t even start it.This last year Ive really found being accountable to others really motivating. What I mean by that is... when I decided to collab with someone, or participate in an event... I finish it as soon as I possibly can because I don’t want to let someone down. I’ve been let down and its just such a sad feeling.... This year in particular, making things with or for others was really helpful in maintaining my creativity. I had some health issues which made spending time at the computer near impossible at times... and I was LATE on a couple pieces but by-golly I got them done. Sometimes just knowing that “I’m accountable for a part of someone else’s creation/happiness” can be the extra kick in the pants I need.Another thing that has helped me recently is having several pieces on the go at once... literally all of them open in photoshop, picking away at different pieces so I don’t get bored. I’m generally very regimented... 1 piece at a time... Sketch, Linework, Colours. But lately I’ve found that flipping that on it’s head has been liberating and fun? Sketch... set some colour down, maybe do some linework, change some of the sketch, more lines, more colour etc etc. For example, that piece of Jason I just posted? That jacket was 100% done before I’d even finished the linework for his face. 

You just need to find what works for you. Work on things you’re really excited for. Push through the rough bits. Be ready to go back and revise. Don’t worry about sticking to a strict process.And most importantly... don’t get stuck in the muck of your own head. Nothing’s perfect the first time around. Just plow through and get something DONE. The sense of accomplishment is well worth the few little errors you might make

[franeridart]

Hi! Idk if you read fanfic, but would you happen to have any kiribaku fic recs? Or any bnha fic rec?

I’m pretty sure there’s stuff tagged as fic recs on this blog, yes! Nothing particularly new tho, I haven’t had the time to put down a new rec-list in a while ;-;

Anon said:How long does it take you to finish a drawing with and without color?

That honestly depends on a lot of factors - which tools I’m using, how many characters there are in the drawing/if it’s full body or not, how used to drawing the character I am, how big is the canvas, if I already have a clear idea of what I mean to draw or not, how precise I want to be with lines and stuff. 

That Yuuto sketch I posted yesterday took me about 40 minutes I think, and over half of it was spent trying to figure out how I was supposed to draw him since it was the first time I drew him - the tools I used are the ones I use when I want to be fast and don’t care about being sloppy. A small random Kirishima bust properly lined and colored could take me five minutes to sketch and line and as many to color on a good day, cause I’ve drawn him so many times by now I don’t even have to think to draw him. Deku, on the other hand, can take me an hour even just to sketch, I can’t seem to grasp how I’m supposed to draw him at all.

Sorry, it really depends on a lot of things, I can’t give a proper answer to this :(

Anon said:Ive been tryin to find ur art of sero carrying baku for like 20 minutes n i cant find it :(

Are you talking about this one? Or this one? There’s also this one I guess...? And maybe this one lol 

Anon said:yoooo, hey man, that cat kiribaku thing ya got going on is some 👌👌👌👌👌

HECK THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!

Anon said:Has anyone ever considered Hadmie. Hadou x Camie before?? It just seems like it'd be a cute ship to sail with, tbh. That just might be me tho.

I dunno if anyone has before you, but I can’t say I have, sorry! If I gotta ship Nejire with someone after all it’s gonna be Yuyu haha

Anon said:Hey do you do commissions? I really love your art and I'd love to get a commission from you!! (and also I just wanna know if there's yet another thing that I have to save up for XD)

Not right now, sorry! Maybe after I’m done with the zine things!!

Anon said:*runs around like an excited puppy* DAVEDAVEDAVEDAVEDAVEDAVEDAVE!!!!!!! :D

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :D

Anon said:AHHH i love your ocs so much also Nico looks so cute and i love learning new things about them

AAAHHHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH OH MY G O D!!!!!!!!!!!!

Anon said:KIRI + PINEAPPLE PONYTAIL = THE BEST THING EVER

I’M GLAD WE AGREE ON THAT

Anon said:your oc's literally kill me!! i already love nico, and i think i speak for everyone when i say that we definitely want more of him and luca!! i don't know if it's just me, but I love when the angry, swearing types fall for someone.

SOB thank you so so much for the kind words about my kids ;^;

Anon said:OH MY GOD LUCA IS BACK!!!! YESSSSSSSS FUCKING KILL ME THIS IS A BLESSED DAY I LOVE HIM SO MUCH. MORE OF YOUR OC'S!!! (only when you want to share of course, I'm just trying to convey my enthusiasm here. not demanding at all ^^)

I think that might happen soon enough, actually!!!! Thank you so much for the interest in them!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Anon said:Are josh and chris still not dating?

Sadly until I’ll sit down to write their story that specific part of it won’t go anywhere :( Chris gotta deal with a bunch of things before he’ll be ready to put a name to what’s between him and Josh 3 one day I’ll let him work through it !!!

Anon said:I'm so paranoid I'm going to repost one of your post by accident but the thing is is I never even repost anything at all but just because I know you don't want them to be I'm so scared that by accident I'm going to have something screenshotted and forget it's yours and like Ugh😂

Well, my name’s written on all my drawing so I doubt you’ll forget it’s my stuff lol to make sure you’re not reposting anything the author doesn’t want reposted you can always just ask before reposting it, tho~

Anon said:I was just scrolling through your OC stuff and I just. Love them so much. Thank you for the babies ❤

GOD THANK YOU ;O;

Anon said:Okay I've never seen your oc's before and Dave is the cutest green boy I love him

AAAAHHHHHH I’M GLAD!!!!!

Anon said:kamijirou getting together? :3 also if there were ever a scenario where jirou would confess first, what do you think she would be thinking?

I actually have half a thing planned for that :0 gimme a while to get around to drawing it!

Anon said:How do you feel imagine kiri’s parents???

Actually since I’m still hoping one day Hori will give us the official versions I try not to think too much about it! I don’t wanna grow attached just to have to give them up once I’ll have the canon versions haha

Anon said:hey quick innocent question ive been following for a long time and saw a lot of your art do you have a thing for feet

Are you asking because I draw a lot of people barefoot? Feet are just easier and faster to draw than shoes, anon

Anon said:I love how you answer asks all at once. It’s nice to see that you’re getting in bulk appreciation

THANKS I honestly just don’t want my blog to be more asks than art, so I let them pile up before answering - it does mean I make people wait a lot for answers tho orz sorry

Anon said:I LOVE YOUR ART

THANK YOU!!!!

Anon said:You've open a sea of possibilities with red pineapple kirishima. You're a legend :prayeremoji:

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I wouldn’t call myself that but I’m glad you appreciate him too hahaha

Anon said:i cant help but notice nothings been added to your sero tag in 4 months

That might be because I rarely use single characters tags! Try looking under #bakusquad and #seromina :D

Anon said:Hahaaa hi this is probably really really awkward but I just wanted you to let you know that you're super awesome!! And the fact that your art is something that I can look forward to is absolutely amazing (no pressure tho)!!! So yea, thank you for being cool and creating beautiful art~~ :D ✧✧✧

SOB it’s not awkward at all!!!! thank you SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!

Anon said:Would you mind adding some more Tokoyami art to your shop? More specifically the pieces where hes hanging out with Kiri, and the Tokoshoji piece :D Im desperate to bury my notebooks in stickers from your shop rn and the bird boy needs more love ❤

AHW I’m sorry anon, but those are definitely too small to be of any use on the shop ;-; if you’re okay with it I could add the last one I posted? I should seriously draw more of him..................

Anon said:That jacket that Kirishima has on...I NEED!

I drew it and that’s still a mood t b h

Anon said:I went so far back in your blog that it kicked me back to the beginning ;-; I was just getting to the D. Greyman stuff too

AW ;-; (..........it’s good tho, the further you go the least worth it my stuff is l m a o)

Anon said:Do you ever draw kiribaku or something else in paper or some kind of sketch book if you do i would love to see them❤(sorry if my english is bad)

I do have some doodles on paper posted on here somewhere? But tbh I rarely draw traditionally anymore unless it’s just random doodles :(

Anon said:Aahhh!!! I really love your kiribaku shit its so cute!!and you draw so goood too literally when i found this ship i instantly found you and you are so perfect in my eyes and your art!!!!! I looooooovvvvvvveeeeee yoooouuuuuu thank you for being here and showing us this stuff!!❤❤❤❤

HECK thank you!!!!!!!!!!!

Anon said:i adore your art so much and your bakushima comics make me smile a lot! :) you’re one of my favorite artists now dldksjshskdk

tHANK YOU OH MY G OD ;^;

Anon said:Consider this: fantasy Kirishima meeting normal bakugou, thinking that's his Katsuki 😂😂

.........................you literally got no clue how long I’ve been thinkin about drawing this............ he ck

Anon said:Your drawings give me life 😍❤️

sob thank you so so so much ;-;

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The Orphanage (pt. 3/?)

A/N: The plot will be reflected more through out the series from here on out. Here you go, hope you enjoy! As always leave me feedback and love! 

Genre: Angst/smut/mafia

Pairings: EXO (ot12) X Reader

Word count: 2.4k

Dinner was soon brought up to you by a tall man with curly hair and a giant grin.  You felt awkward not knowing who all lived in the house and every time that you had to do introductions you felt a little more desensitized to your whereabouts. He walked over to you at the desk and sat the tray down. As soon as his hands were free he was waving them at you and introducing himself.

“Hello, my name is Chanyeol.”

You nodded your head at him and eyed your dinner plate. There was a small bowl of rice, grilled veggies and chicken.

“I hope you like chicken, we seem to eat almost nothing but chicken, but if you don’t like it Kyungsoo can make you something else.”

“No, it’s okay I’m not a picky eater. Thank you for the food.”

Now it was Chanyeol’s turn to nod his head. He was about to leave when he noticed the drawings that you’d done on some stray pieces of paper. He squinted to get a better look at them but wasn’t able to see clearly what you’d made. He gestured down to your drawings, physically asking if he could see them. You looked down at your drawings wondering why he was interested in your scribbles and handed the papers over to him.

He looked at your drawings with skeptical eyes and his lips were pressed into a firm line. He spent a few minutes going over every detail before he returned it back to you.

“You’re pretty good at drawing. You do draw often?”

“Thank you, and yeah I’m an artist” you admitted, happy that he had commended your skills

“Oh man! What’s the name of that place” he snapped his fingers and looked at the ceiling as if waiting for it to give him the answer. “Ah! Eugene’s! There’s an artist there named y/f/n. A couple of her pieces are there and your drawings reminded me of them.

You chuckled to yourself. You were baffled that this goofy boy had taken an interest in art, specifically yours. What were the chances that you’d run into him, and here of all places. And what were the chances that he’d know enough about your art that he recognized it.

“Well allow me to introduce myself, I’m y/f/n. It’s nice to meet you!”

Chanyeol stood there with his eyes wide open. He gulped and then reached for your hand, you took his and he immediately started to shake yours wildly.

“Oh my gosh, it’s so nice to meet you. I’m a big fan of your paintings.”

You laughed at his over enthusiasm and waited for him to let go of your hand. He was still holding on to It tightly when he continued his praise.

“Really, I go to Eugene’s every month to see if any of your new art has been added to the exhibit.”

“Well, thank you for appreciating my art. It means a lot.”

“No, no, no. you’re an amazing artist. Who would have known that you’d be …kidnapped and living in my house…” his voice dropped off at the end of his sentence as he realized how fucked up your situation was.

The room had grown awkwardly quiet and Chanyeol began to play with his hands not meeting your eye contact.

“When you’re done with your food you can bring it down to the kitchen, or if you’d feel more comfortable staying in your room then you can leave it out by the door and I can come back later and pick it up for you.”

“Thank you Chanyeol.”

He bowed to you once before making his way out of the room, and back down to the kitchen where the rest of the members were. He shook his head, still in disbelief that you were the artist that he’d grown to become obsessed with. He’d always wanted to meet your or get a glimpse at a photo of you, but you were always absent at the gallery, or at special events. Chanyeol had always taken the time to appear on nights when artists would be at such events in hopes of someday being able to introduce himself to you. He laughed to himself at just how bizarre these circumstances were that he was finally able to meet you. Although the circumstances were not the best and you were probably at the house for less than desirable reasons, Chanyeol was going to use this opportunity to get to know you better.

He walked back into the dining room and saw that all of the members were present and asked.

“Do you have any idea of who we kidnapped?” he said generically for anyone to answer.

“Who y/n?” LuHan questioned

“Yeah, but do you know who she is?” Chanyeol asked again with a smile on his face.

“Not really, why?” LuHan asked

“You know the local artist who I really like?”

Almost all of the members nodded their heads and waited for Chanyeol to continue.

“Y/n, she’s that artist!”

“no way!” Baekhyun gasped with a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“Yeah! I recognized one of her free hand drawings that she was working on and she confirmed that it’s her!” Chanyeol’s voice was getting louder and louder the more excited that he was becoming.

Baekhyun shook his head in disbelief, laughing and the rest of the members looked around at each other with a knowing look on their faces. Minseok in particular was no exactly too thrilled to see Chanyeol so excited about you. If there was one member who he would feel threatened by it would be him. Chanyeol had a reputation for being a womanizer, and he lived up to it well.

Chanyeol took a seat next to Baekhyun and continued to rant about how cool it was to finally meet you, and Minseok looked over to Suho when he called for his attention.

“So hyung, what do you plan on doing with her?” Suho asked and Minseok looked at his leader with a blank look on his face, unsure of how to answer.

“I don’t know quite yet, but I do know that I intend on keeping her for a while.”

“Just remember the rules. If she acts up, or pisses anyone off then she’s a goner. Also don’t forget to take care of the old lady.”

Minseok could never forget about Mrs. Kim. He got up and excused himself from the dining room, dropping his plate off in the sink and making his way up to your room. He sat in front of the door for a while pondering if he should go in or not. He didn’t want to disturb you in the middle of your meal, but he was anxious to see you again. Finally he knocked on the door waiting for you to allow him to enter.

“Come in” you yelled.

“Sorry to disturb you, but I’m done with dinner and I did promise that once we were done that I would take you to see Mrs. Kim.”

You pushed your plate back and shot up from your seat, ready to go. Dinner could wait a little longer.

“I’m done too” you wiped your hand across your mouth to get rid of any stray crumbs and walked towards Minseok.

He waved his hand and turned walking back out of the door. You followed quickly with a skip in your step, trying to keep up with his fast walking pace. You followed him through the hallway and down stairs into a dark basement that was lit up from the light peering in from the window in the door of another room.  You walked up slowly to the window expecting to see Mrs. Kim beaten and bruised. You had imagined in your head countless times of all the horrible things that these men probably did to her. But, when you finally looked though you saw her sitting on the bed reading a book with an IV in her arm. You were shocked by how natural she looked sitting there doing such a normal thing. It must have shown on your face how shocked and yet relieved you were because Minseok was quick to pick up on it.

“She’s fine.” He said watching Mrs. Kim turning the page of the book, completely caught up in her own little world, “Other than some limited rehabilitation, she’s perfectly fine.”

You sighed in relief, thankful that she was all in one piece still. You felt like you could breathe now that you knew that she was still okay for the time being.

“What about her debts?” you asked and Minseok looked over at you momentarily before focusing on the small old woman again.

“You being here is paying them off.” He said flatly.

“So is she free to go?”

“We have to sign and agree upon a contract and if she agrees then yes, but if she refuses…” he didn’t finish his sentence knowing that you knew what he meant by it.

You nodded your head and hoped and prayed that Mrs. Kim would be smart enough to not try to fight with these men.

“Can I speak to her?”

“I can’t let you speak to her, and I shouldn’t have brought you down here either, but I knew that It would make you feel better to see that she is okay.” He said and you lightly scoffed.

How could he dare speak about making you feel better, when you knew that you were never gonna get out of this place alive.

“Now that you’ve seen her let’s go.” He said turning around and heading back upstairs, not waiting to see if you would follow him.

“How long will it be until she can go back to the home? She has to take care of all of those kids and there’s no one else there to help her.” You asked trailing just behind him.

“There’s a few older kids in there that can take care of the rest of them, so don’t be worried. They’re fully capable of handling things.”

“How could they do that? They’re just kids!” you yelled back at him for his dull response. He spun on his heel and pushed you in the shoulder backing you up against a wall.

“I was an orphan too, I know how these things work. So I’m telling you, they’re more than capable of taking care of themselves.”  

Minseok was getting annoyed at your constant pushing for answers. But not mad at you, more so at himself because he knew that he’d answer anything that you asked him. It seemed to be one of his weaknesses and he hated it. He lost his will of control when he was around you.

The rest of the way back up to your room was quiet and you didn’t dare say anything else to him since you’d already managed to anger him.

He pushed your door open and walked over to the desk that you were eating at to collect your plate, when he noticed your sketch on a piece of paper. His eyes went wide when he noticed the familiar image of a boy sitting under a tree with an umbrella. He’d seen this image before but he couldn’t place where. He put the plate back down on the table and traced the ink on the page with his fingers, trying to remember why this image haunted him.

“What is this?” he asked just barely above a whisper

“What? That drawing?”

“Yes, what is it from?”

“It’s a sketch of one of my paintings. Do you recognize it?” you asked wondering if you had another fan in the house.

“No, I mean what is this image from?”  He didn’t know why but his heart was beating sporadically and his breathing was becoming more and more labored. There was something about this image that was just too familiar.

“Oh, well…” you noticed his strange behavior and were cautious with your next words, “it was inspired by a book cover.”

Just then it had clicked in Minseok’s head. The shapes, the trees and the umbrella were all the same from the cover but you had created a much bigger picture than just what was the cover photo. This was the cover of his favorite book that he read in high school. He would read it often around the house and used it as a shield so he could watch you. He turned to look at you while you continued speaking.

“There was a boy in the orphanage that was constantly reading this book. He had to have read it millions of times, because every time that I saw him he was reading it.” You paused for a moment to think about the boy in the orphanage who stuck to himself. “He didn’t really have any friends in the orphanage, but he was constantly reading books like it was his own little secret escape.” Now you were smiling. “My art is that way for me too, an escape. So in a way he inspired me to create this piece.”

Minseok’s heart was beating so hard he was sure that you could hear it from where you were standing. Every inch of his being was screaming at him to get out of that room before he lost his cool.

He was starting to feel like he needed to touch you and feel your skin beneath his. It wasn’t out of lust but pure amazement. He had no idea that you had any clue who he was or that he even existed. You seemed so preoccupied in the house that he figured you had no interest in him, but you had admitted that he inspired your artwork. You didn’t know that it was in fact himself who had inspired your artwork but he did. He needed to touch you to know that this moment was real and he wasn’t dreaming.

He walked over to you and pulled you firmly into his chest and hugged you. he wrapped his arms firmly around you caging you in his embrace.

You stood there shocked by his hug, but not scared of it. You didn’t hug him back, but patted his back hoping that he’d release you from his intimate hold on you.

Minseok cursed himself for what he was about to do, but he didn’t want to hide it any longer. He held the back of your head gently with one hand and whispered ever so lightly.

“And what if I told you that was me? That I was the boy with the books.”

NEXT PART

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chat log » abigail nelson

@abigailxnelson

12/15/17

07:47 PM Just text me back when you get this. And whatever you do, don’t go to the main square.

07:53 PM I’m nowhere near it right now, I’m okay, Abby. Promise. Thanks.

Don’t do anything I’d think twice about :)

12/16/17

06:02 AM Hey, just letting you know I’m fine. Didn’t even get involved in the fighting.

I hope you’re okay, Abby.

You’re probably sleeping. I’ll leave you alone.

01:32 PM It doesn’t look as bad as I expected last night. The damage. I mean, it does, but it’s not surprising? Maybe my eyes were better adjusted than I thought they were.

We have to meet up soon. Please? In the painted room you showed me, maybe? It’s still there, if you didn’t already know.

Message me back when you can, please. :)

12/20/17

08:17 AM It’s occurred to me that maybe your phone is broken or something. I mean, if something had happened to YOU, it’d have been mentioned, right? I mean, I guess no one’s noticed we’re... friends? maybe?, but still. Everyone knows about the people being punished. Why not the people who’re hurt?

08:27 AM Sky wants to visit the hospital and hand out candy or something. She says “injured people need Christmas cheer more than everyone else”.

I guess she knows better than me. Whatever. I might stop by your house after. If you’re home?

Let me know.

03:58 PM Well. I guess now I know why you aren’t answering your phone.

12/21/17

07:59 PM I can’t visit today, sorry. I don’t know if there are visiting hours, but I’ve got training. And their counselling thing, whatever that means. See you.

12/22/17

10:01 AM I’m going to visit you. Without Sky. She was in a hurry – I’m going to find out what happened to you, Abby. It didn’t look good.

04:57 PM They really should keep a better eye on their paperwork. They’re less careful than the scientists are. Or maybe it doesn’t matter who sees, I don’t know.

The paper says ‘unresponsive catatonic’. That didn’t explain the meaning. Also, I have no idea what catatonic means, so I need to find a dictionary or something.

Anyway. Notes say things like being fed and watered though an intravenous drip. Which. I know that one. The thing with the needle and the tubes and stuff. At least there’s no oxygen mask. Apparently, you’re breathing. Apparently the thing on your eyelids is to keep them closed? It’s creepy. Lots of tests and stuff were on a list there, with dates and references to what I guess are results? I’m not a doctor, I don’t understand it.

But there are admission details. Name of admitter – Doctor Reece Zavala. Cause – unknown. That doesn’t sound good. I mean, not that it ever would, considering.

I need to think. I don’t even know why I’m texting you. I just saw you, after all. Even if you didn’t talk to me.

12/24/17

03:13 PM The nurse said it’s probably a response to trauma. Something traumatic, I mean. I got her to talk to me when she came in to poke at everything that’s attached to you, the heart monitor and IV and all that.

She asked me if I knew what could’ve done that. I don’t know. The more questions she asked, the less I feel like I know. I mean, I guess we know we both like art, and you don’t seem to hate me, or anything. You showed me your painted room. That means you trust me, right? I’m not stupid for thinking that?

Anyway. Dictionary says catatonic means not moving and not responding, which, isn’t “unresponsive catatonic” sort of unnecessary, then? It’s saying the same thing twice. I guess they know what’s best though.

The nurse said there’s no reason I can’t talk to you. And I do, not that there’s much to talk about. Today I was talking about the clean up around the painted room thing. I don’t think you’ll remember later. I haven’t heard about anyone complaining about the place being painted, at least. Or heard anyone complain. That’s a good thing, right? Whatever person told you it’s okay to paint in there, clearly they were right. It’s all fine, anyway. Just a little bit dusty. Probably that’s a good thing, since that’s where I ended up the night of. Let’s not find out what my power does when a building falls on my head.

12/25/17

12:17 PM Skyler says today is Christmas, and that means everyone should be happy. Sure, Skyler. Whatever you say.

Merry Christmas, Abby.

[UNSENT] Even if I still don’t get it.

12/26/17

01:15 PM Is it stupid that I’m texting you while I’m sitting right next to you? Maybe. But I like the texting. It’s like being able to see it just makes it work better. For me. Doesn’t mean much to you, and it won’t until you wake up.

When you wake up, I have no idea how you’re going to react to me sending you a total of thirty times. Hopefully you don’t decide I’m clingy. Or you don’t think I’m stupid for being clingy. One of those.

The nurse says you aren’t asleep. That it’s not a case of waking up. But the thing is, you’re not responding, and that’s usually a sleep thing, right? So I’m thinking of it like that.

I wish you’d wake up, is what I’m saying.

07:12 AM Okay, I don’t even get Christmas. I don’t get it. Presents and Skyler being happy about someone called Santa? Okay. But this is ridiculous.

What on earth is “Kwanzaa”?

And why is my roommate so excited about it?

12/27/17

11:26 AM Sky gave me Christmas presents. Did I tell you that? I don’t think I told you, either in person or on this. She got me this five year journal – five years! In one book! – and said it should help me form new memories. And art stuff.

But the journal is new. I’ve never had a journal before. And what she said – “help you make new memories”? Does that mean she’s sick of me being vague about things? I don’t mean to be. I just really don’t remember more specific than what I tell people. I remember you and Skyler’s mom doing more mom things than I remember my own mom doing. I can’t even draw the womans face. If I can’t remember who raised me my entire life, how am I meant to be specific about everything else?

...Sorry. That’s not really important, is it? You’re still in hospital. You’re still not talking, or looking, or even moving. That’s way more important.

I think I need to go home for the day.

12/29/17

02:48 PM I swear I felt you move your hand today. I was holding your hand, talking about lizards or cacti or something (they re-opened the library and I found a book to cross-reference some sketches from) and your hand twitched!

It’s the most movement you’ve had in weeks, the nurse said. I didn’t tell her, she saw. She was messing with the IV attachment thingies again.

If she hadn’t seen it, I’d have thought I imagined it.

Wouldn’t be the first time I imagined something that never happened at all.

09:23 PM I hope this means things are going to get better.

12/31/17

01:00 PM The nurse just brought in a sandwich and sat down with me.

I mean, she brought two sandwiches. One only had vegetables and salad – she said she’s a vegetarian. That cold meat grossed her out, so she became a vegetarian. And then she gave me the other sandwich and told me to eat up. Apparently, I look too skinny.

She seems nice, I guess. I don’t know. I like you better, I think. But she noticed I wasn’t eating, and she looked at me, and she told me you wouldn’t want me to not eat on her account.

Maybe she’s right. You are way nicer to me than you need to be.

But it sort of feels like she’s humoring me, somehow. I don’t like that feeling.

01/01/18

12:00 AM Happy near year, Abby.

I hope this year you get better.

[shaddy-bee]

I KNOW ITS BEEN LIKE 300 YEARS BUT-

5 things you’ll find in my bag

Right now theres uhh Notebooks, both school and 1 art. Drink mix ins, with such great flavors as sour apple jolly rancher and crush pineapple (tm) Two packs of cards, one of which steam punk themed and the other your regular ol bicycle. A calculator. Its a shitty old one but its for tests, i have google and shit for anything i need myself.

5 things you’ll find in my bedroom

A roommate. Idk if he is gay or what but he isnt straight, name’s will. Chill dude. Sleepin rn, what a fella MY SICK ASS COMPUTER IM MISSING OUT ON BECAUSE MY ROOMMATE IS ASLEEP AAAAAAAAAAAAAA I WANNA PLAY ROCKET LEAGUE WITHOUT LAGGING TO HELL also programming my mods. Need to upload that shit. Shit what number we on, 3? Okay cool. A bed. Wow really a bed in your bedrooM? yeah its pretty fuckin spectacular i know. I dont have posters n shit so like i gotta be creative you feel. A microfridge. Now i know what youre thinking, “ah a small fridge whats the big deal?” but no you dont understand, its a microwave fucking bolted onto the top of a fridge. They gave zero fucks attaching these two together and apparently the name is the same way, WHY NOT A FRIDGEWAVE EVEN LIKE MICROFRIDGE JUST SOUNDS LIKE A SMALL FRI- Last but not least, im tempted to just say my wallet here tbh, cuz its old but like, youd EXPECT that now would you? Something boring and mundane for me to fill out the word count with making everything super exciting so nah man, fuck it. Theres air in my bedroom. Fight me.

5 things I’ve always wanted to do in my life

Make a videogame. Like okay, a lot of stuff on this list is jokes and stuff, and I know im going into too much detail and my followers will probably murder me in cold blood for this shit, but im serious about this one like - i have some ideas, but i never have the motivation alone to like work whole-heartedly and finish one but like, at some point in the future id love to sit down and just go at it and make a game. Doesnt matter if its popular or big or small just i wanna make something that i love ya feel? I wanna like, go to newark, delaware. I know, its delaware and all, no one lives there, but ive met a bunch of cool people there and i was promised a donut run sometime, so lookin forward to that. Yknow that post awhile back that was like “i dont wanna be rich and like buy shit, i just wanna have enough money to throw at kickstarters whenever i want without having to strain on my food and rent costs” thats me. 100% Like i wanna have just enough money to be able to donate to cool people and watch them do cool shit - it wont always work out but thats fine, I just love shit. I wanna be able to donate like the high prize and fly out to meet these game studios for coffee and shit and just talk with em and see their passion and ideas. I love it. Im not actually really sure besides those. Like idk. I think itd be cool to enter a game tournament with my brother and win, but i doubt thatll happen and its not super like on my desires just itd be cool cuz we named ourselves Sora and Shiro after NGNL and to see that like, have us win would be great. Yeah. Ill make my fifth to think of a fifth one.

5 things on my to do list

FLOPPY DICKS i mean disks. Floppy disks. I do binding of isaac ab+ modding shit, and im currently working (its mostly done for what i want it to do) which adds a new consumable called floppy disks, effects are based on viruses, bugs, and just computer based shit. Like BSOD for instance, which makes the screen literately bluescreen. Or atleast look like it. Cant wait to watch people play with it. I gotta work on the programming class project too but honestly i dont waannnaaa. Like its cool as shit. Recreate a card game using c++ code. But man, i just love Apocrypha and Floppies so much more. Eat today???? Please. Dining hall opens in 3 hours. Its goddamn 4 am. I want my food. Dunno if ill get it - if ill stay awake till then. But i want it. Probably draw some stuff? Like i posted one drawing already (check it out if u wanna ;) kay?) but like theres wacom tablets here i can just kinda use whenever???? its great. I love being able to just draw stuff on em. Even if i suck at drawing, even if it took 10 hours to make the one i posted here, still love. Probably play more rocket league. Sleep first, soon as i get that food im CRASHIN BOI IM OUTTIE HA but uhh, rocket league has a halloween thing rn and i like playing it. Was playing earlier today and i matchd with a dude in 2v2 that had the same car, skin, AND colors set up as mine. Totaly random. We kicked some major ass together. I kept thinking of the same hat comic the entire time. (also my card was superior because it had furry ears on it ;))

5 things that make me happy

Getting an idea for a thing and working at said thing until like boom it went from this abstract idea to now it has a physical form and it works! And its fun and its great and i can share it with other people and they can have fun too!!!! that feeling is wonderful.  Obviously friends man. Just doing shit with people can be so great sometimes - like not all the time sure but like man. Its nice to talk to people and share experiences and just smile and tell bad jokes and have them groan but like it anyway like thats the shit. Going out at 2 am and walking to a nearby run down schoolyard and swinging on the swingsets and watching shooting stars burn up. Thats the good shit. Getting tents and setting em up in your friends back yard when your friend from far away comes up for a few days, and playing ridiculous games in a group like kick the can or fuckin zombie screaming your lungs out in the dark to freak em out, or just talkin around a fire about fuckin life man. The people make life great. Shits worth living for. I realize that last answer covered a LOT of shit but like, im just gonna add here videogames. Would be amiss if i didnt mention that, considering the rocket league rant above lmao. Yeah i better not make this category any longer.

5 things I’m (currently) into

Isaac modding, probably will be for awhile. Its good shit. As a suggestion from one of the people I work with (we also fuck around its a good time) i have started watching space dandy. Its a slow progress through lol like an episode or two a day but god man like its pretty ridiculous and the main character is pretty much everything i was expecting from seeing him everywhere. Rocket league again. It comes and goes with various different games to tide me over, give me a break from working. Bout 2 months ago or so said relaxing time was dominated by anime - i suddenly went on like a massive streak of watching shit. By that i mean, i watched all of hunter x hunter in like 2 weeks, among other shows prior to it. But yeah. Fuck man HXH I LOVED THE KING WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. I have too many emotions about that. I wrote a rant to the Groupchat (tm) about the fucking battle and how everything is in slow motion but it fucking like makes it like foreshadowed and have so much of an impact and still so much fucking happens even while everything runs at super slow mo just GOD KLASFJBHUGHASFIUHIPJASK anyway. Yeah. Music, as always im listening to like constantly. Wireless headphones are a wonder for this, but uhh....i cant say im especially into any specific thing rn right? Like a bit ago i was super into joywave and then that faded out and now im just listening to whatever random shit, yknow? But I am into music in general. Its good. Art! A lot of times i dont do shit like for drawing right, like especially not in like pencil in notebooks but like, i sorta started doing a lot more art stuff? Like i had a period awhile back last year where i stopped using pencils and used only pens and i just loved the aesthetic of the ink like how it looked (funny how im doing the opposite of the fucking inktober though, huh?) but yeah im back into using pencils to draw shit occasionally. Im still terrible at drawing people (which is what i see mostly everyone drawing on tumblr lmao RIP) but its fun to sketch stuff out and just let my thoughts run and bounce to some music and shit right? Also the tablets. Especially with the tablets.

5 things people may not know about me (at least on tumblr)

I basically constantly wear sweatshirts, and they all have like earbuds where the strings go. All the earbud shits are broken pretty much, like occasionally they work (the one i have rn does) but like, i dont ever really use them? i have wireless headphones for my phone and a headset (because i need the mic for my computer) for said computer so like, idk. But yeah. I rarely take em off when im not home, and sometimes even when i am i just kinda keep em anyway? (also just now i realized i talked in the section for room shit about all the stuff in my current dorm, my room at home has all KINDS of wierd fucking shit in it. Really missed an opportunity there.) Like many people i like to stay hydrated and shit, but drinking water all the time seemed like a chore more than anything so i got like drink mix ins and shit, mio’s or whatever offbrand version you can find at your local SUPERSTORE CONGLOMERATE. I drink em like all the time pretty much so atleast im health in one way :P. Also gummy vitamins. I dont excercise but you can only ask for so much. Idk, its hard to think of things for this section because tumblr knows so little about me yknow? Like i never make my own posts or shit like its SUPER rare so im pretty much just tryna find random facts but that might not be interesting? Like i have a bad habbit of like talking way too loud when im excited about something right? Not quite yelling but like getting there and like idk. See? Thats not super interesting but it is something no one online would be able to really know ya feel? Idk. I mean physically im kinda fat as you do, but im also like wierdly strong? Like for someone who never works out i sure do have arm strength if nothing else lmao. My endurance is shit tho. Honestly? I can only blame it on osu and groceries. Osu is just a game i like where you mash buttons to the beat of weaboo shit tier music. The groceries is just because like, well, my policy is Least Trips Possible which means carrying in 13 bags at a time if need be it, fuck it milk too? And a watermellon? Bring it. 

Who am I tagging? Idk man. Just for shits and stuff tho i do wanna tag @theoriginalyami just to see what all’s changed in teh long time since i actually went to fill it out :P Dont feel like you have to add as much as me tho omg @milkchocolateowl because honestly? love you. Think about you a lot, just like glad im mutuals with that ray of sunshine. Good. @fantaledfish <3 (this is the friend i mentioned earlier, runs a QUALITY blog i guarantee it, better than mine for sure) @dragonfucker-supreme always top in my notes, a silent bond, like two guards assigned to watch back to back in the early dawn. Birds gather round. I can only tag so many people (i set myself a limit of 5 because...idk why i just mentally it felt right) so for my last trick gotta go with @ask-oncies-jizz like cmon man name changes for the win, also has quality icons and quality shitposts tbh, supreme top meme. Have fun yall.

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Lets Set Fire To This City

AU Prompt: Your looking throught my sketch book, and im a deranged artist. I promise im not insane. [Found here on Tumblr]

Ship: Destiel

Synopsis: Castiel Novak was a freshman in college, moving to a new place with a full ride in an attempt to leave all his struggles behind. The day he moved in to his dorm room in NYC, he heard about a coffee shop near by. From then on, he would go there every day after classes and before work to get a cup, and to work on some art. One day, a new comer walks into Bobbys Cafe, and changes Castiels life. Together Castiel and Dean tear up the city, and leave behind one hell of a story behind.

Chapter 2

Dormroom Equals Weird Roommate

Castiel drove for eight hours to get to The University of Hansen in New York. His GPS lead him through traffic before he finally arrived on grounds. He followed the signs for Hayden to find his dorm. He parked out front of the building, the cement was dusted with moss, and all the windows had peeling yellow paint on the sills. Castiel sighed, and grabbed his bag before getting out of his car. He locked it before walked up the steps, and through the door. He went up to a large wooden desk where a older lady sat. She had red shot cut hair, and large yellow glasses. Her cherry red lipstick matched her nails and her blouse.

"Here to move in?" She asked, and looked up at him from her magazine.

"Uh yes," He said and shifted the strap on his shoulder awkwardly.

"Name?" She asked and looked down at the papers on her desk.

"Novak, Castiel," he replied and started to look around. the lounge was dimly lit, and there were over stuffed couches of many colors. In the center of the room was a large coffee table with a coaster sitting on it.

"Alright, you're on the top floor, room number 85, Your roommates already here," she said to him. He moved his attention back at her to see a key swinging from her extended hand.

"Don't lose this, we won't make you another. If you want another, you pay for it," she said with a hint of attitude. Castiel nodded and took the key. "Thank you," he replied and started towards his room.

Castiel got into an older elevator that faintly smelled of booze, and pressed the button to the fourth floor. As he started to move upward, he pulled out his phone. There was a message from his mother, it read

'Hello Castiel, I saw you've moved out. Just don't forget about us ok? We're still your parents.'

Anger started to flare up in Castiel, he didn't need this right now. He locked his phone and pushed it back into his pocket. The elevator slowly climbed to a hult, and the doors slid open. Castiel walked out, to see a long corridor with tiled floor. He started to walk down the halls., Next to each door was a number made of wood. Castiel took a deep breath, as he approached his room. He looked up at the wooden 85, then knocked on the door. He heard movement from inside, then the door swung open.

"Oh you're finally here!" A short guy with brown hair exclaimed. Castiel smiled before speaking,

"Yeah. I'm Castiel Novak."

"Nice to meet you Castiel, I'm Chuck Shurley," his roommate said and held out a hand for the new comer to shake.

"So I’m guessing you need a hand moving things up?" Chuck asked when he pulled away. Castiel nodded, “That would be great.” Chuck turned away and went into the room.

"Just gotta get my shoes," He said. Castiel stepped forward and looked around.. To the right of the door were two nice sized wardrobes tucked back in a section of the wall. Across from the door was a naked twin sized bed that had been lifted off of the ground, leaving plenty of space underneath to put things. To the left of the bed was a empty worn out black desk, a window sat in front of it. to the left of the desk was a small fridge. Chucks side of the room had already been filled. His brown desk sat against the wall across from the wardrobes. It was covered with papers, and various books sat in piles on the floor near by. The wall next to the door, all the away to the corner where the mini fridge sat was covered in tons of papers. Red string attached most of them.

"Ill explain that later, let's get you moved in first," Chuck said as he stood after he putting on his shoes. Castiel nodded, still eyeing the room. Chuck walked out and he soon followed.They walked silently to the elevator, once inside Chuck spoke,.

"So since we're going to be hanging out with each other for awhile, I should tell you a little about myself. I'm major in English writing. So I spend a lot of time at Bobby's writing on my laptop." Castiel turned to look at him.

"Bobby's?" he asked.

"Uh yeah. It's a cafe near here. They have the best food and coffee, and great wifi," Chuck explained. The elevator dinged and they exited. Castiel smiled, "That's cool. I wanted to find a place outside of my dorm room to draw."

They walked through the lounge and out to his car.

"I major in Art. Hence the drawing," Castiel followed up with. He unlocked his car and popped the trunk. The inside was packed tightly with boxes. Castiel smiled at Chuck, "Thanks for helping."

"No problem, we're just lucky that there isn't a rush of everyone moving in." They started pulling out the boxes and stacking them in their arms. After the fourth trip, they were finally done with the trunk. Castiel opened the side door and pulled out two canvases. He tucked them under his arms, and turned to get past Chuck. His roommate grabbed the last two boxes, and followed after him.

"You made those two?" Chuck asked gesturing to the pieces once they got into the elevator. Castiel looked down at them, "Uh yeah. One of them is how I got a free ride for college."

"Really? That’s awesome. Can I take a look when we get to the room?" He asked.

"Sure," Castiel replied. The elevator beeped, and the door opened. They walked out and went back to room 85. Castiel opened the door and walked inside, Chuck followed and leaned against the door to close it. Castiel sat the canvases down on the bed, and turned to look at all the boxes. Chuck moved past him to look at the art.

On the smaller canvas, there was an angel drawn with hard lines and dark colors. She sat on a tomb stone and her head was tilted back, her white dress was torn. She looked like she had given up, that there was nothing left for her. The white wings slumped against the ground on either side of her. On the larger canvas was something amazing. There the angel was again, but this time she was standing, blood red flames surrounding her, her white dress looked like it was floating, and her eyes were black and piercing. She held out a hand, and in it was a white rose about to fall. Her wings were behind her, her expression was dangerous. Chuck marveled at the work. He turned away and spoke,

"Ive seen a photo of this one. Its beautiful." Castiel turned to look at him.

"Thanks," he said with a easy smile. He then turned to look at the walls. "So what's up with all of this?" He asked.

Chuck smiled and went to sit down on his own bed.

"Well, I'm writing a book. And I do best with visuals when it comes to connections. So I pin every idea I have to the wall. With that, let me tell you some odd things that I do because of this book. Roommates should always tell each other about the worst things they do right?" Castiel nodded.

"Well after I write a bit, I read it back out loud, then have self conversations about what's going on. I also rarely sleep because I always get my best ideas when the sun it down. I also get really excited about the plot and yell," Chuck explained.

Castiel grinned, knowing this was going to be the beginning of a interesting friendship, and one hell of a school year.

Thanks for reading!

[fab912]

I was tagged byyyyyy @blurryfaceimagines! To answer all these questions. Now see, I would have answered them all my phone...but I’m not crazy. So on my laptop it was lolol. Anyways

Rules: Answer these 92 statements and tag however many people you want

THE LAST:

1. Drink: Coke

2. Phone call: I think my friend RV on discord (I didn’t talk but darn it it was a call lol). If not that then my mom

3. Text message: My friend Kevin

4. Song you listened to: Die Anywhere Else from Night in the Woods

5. Time you cried: Last Tuesday I broke down

HAVE YOU: 6. Dated someone twice: Ive never even dated 7. Kissed someone and regretted it: Never kissed anyone either 8. Been cheated on: Can’t be cheated on if I’ve never been involved in anything, eeeeey 9. Lost someone special: Yes/no? I mean it just hurt cause I knew em but I didn’t excessively know em. 10. Been depressed: …ya 11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: I don’t drink lololol. I’m a pretty boring person

 LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS: 12-14: Most blues, green, and a darker red (way to go me lol)

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU: 15. Made new friends: Yus! And I’m super thankful for all ya ;w; 16. Fallen out of love: Nah 17. Laughed until you cried: I wanna say yes 18. Found out someone was talking about you: I mean…if it was at work then I usually hear cause I hear all. Usually it’s just them mentioning me or something. If someone was talking bad about me, I would be like “Ouch…what did you want me to really care further?” 19. Met someone who changed you: I would say so, I think it’s mostly been good tho. 20. Found out who your friends are: I guess?? Kinda? I dunno? 21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: I am a kiss virgin lol Smooch smooch ;3;

GENERAL: 22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: The majority of em I’d say. 23. Do you have any pets: While they’re not mine because I don’t pay for anything of em…my family has a parakeet, some fishes, and a dog. I just have to feed em sometimes and care for em. 24. Do you want to change your name: Nah, I’m good with it. 25. What did you do for your last Birthday: I went to work. The exciting world of me working all the time, rip 26. What time did you wake up: Uh….12:43pm….listen I stayed up for late last night. 27. What were you doing at midnight last night: watching hxh with bahare and the others 28. Name something you can’t wait for: Errrr….I dunno…the day all my loans are payed off? The day I get my own room/own space? The day I get a new computer so I can draw/animate? The day I feel motivated and don’t feel like a burden ;w; 29. When was the last time you saw your mom: Yesterday night. She works today 30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: That I could stop caring so much about what people think about me and that I could make myself happy. The need for validation. Whoops got too deep there lol 31. What are you listening right now: My meme song playlist on Spotify. So right now it’s Renai Circulation playing lol 32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: We talking about Myspace Tom? Neighborhood friend Tom? …lol but yes I have, my 5th grade teacher was named Tom. 33. Something that is getting on your nerves: The fact that I both wanna draw and not. Too many ideas and yet when I get in front of my paper…I feel I have to draw what I “owe”….whoops 34. Most visited Website: Probably youtube due to the fact it’s what I watch/listen to at work. Then it might be Tumblr (since discord isn’t a website ;w; )

LOST QUESTIONS. I JUST PUT IN RANDOM INFO ABOUT ME 35. Mole/s: Nope 36. Mark/s: Well I have beauty marks on my face, arms, legs, hands, foot? And I have some freckles on my nose. And a birthmark on my stomach. I also think I may have a birthmark on the back of my right leg? 37. Childhood dream: I wanted to be something successful…president or doctor. Then it changed to voice actor, and then an animator. And look where I am now….none of those things lol. But I’m happy for my job, it’s in the art field! :3 38. Haircolor: Dark brown (part of the reason I just color my hair black in my drawings, it’s so much easier lol) 39. Long or short hair: Medium? Right now it’s a bit passed my shoulders, but I may get it cut to shoulder length ish soon. 40. Do you have a crush on someone: I don’t know? Like I legit don’t know. I’m like Jumin Han…like I don’t know feelings of love or affection towards others that is not meant to be friendly lol 41. What do you like about yourself: I don’t really know? I like my kindness? I would like to think I’m kind/nice 42. Piercings: My ears 43. Bloodtype: I don’t actually know 44. Nickname: Well teeechnically ‘Jacky’ is a nickname lol. But I guess Fab is a nickname too. That’s about as far as that goes lol 45. Relationship status: Single 46. Zodiac: Virgo 47. Pronouns: She/her 48. Favorite TV Show: Aw jeez….Steven Universe, Rick and Morty, Miraculous….uh…I’m sure there’s more but I’m suddenly drawing a blank 49. Tattoos: Nope! Although my mom has asked why I don’t get the Zelda triforce or Majora’s Mask. I wouldn’t cause I’m a wimp and kinda don’t want a mark, yknow? 50. Right or left hand: Right! 51. Surgery: See this is the weird thing…cause I think my mom mentioned I may have gotten a small surgery when I was suuuuper little? But I can’t remember the story? 52. Hair dyed in different color: Nope! Once a long time ago I wanted to die my hair a really dark blue. So my hair would shine blue all cool. But then I was like “nah I like my hair I guess” 53. Sport: AhahahaHAHAHAHAHA that would mean exercise. 55. Vacation: Yes plz. I mean…no yeah yes plz. I know it’s asking for a place but I would happy with a few days off of work even if I just stayed home 56. Pair of trainers: Am I that old that I don’t know that word? I can tell ya I only own like 3 pairs of shoes: my Nintendo hightops, a pair of black boots for colder weather, and some brown boot kinda things that are Converse (those are my 707 cosplay shoes, but I wear em sometimes with the pants I used for my Seven cosplay)

MORE GENERAL: 57. Eating: A peach 58. Drinking: Nothing actually 59. I’m about to: Probably force myself to draw or sketch some of these things gosh darn it 61. Waiting for: My sisters to get back from the store so we can make pasta cause I’m hungry 62. Want: A break (ok ok enough with the breaks and vacations from work lol). I dunno…food? To draw? To talk to people? All of the above!   63. Get married: I dunno. 64. Career: Well the job I have no is a career job I believe. Like I got a job in the industry right after I graduated. So I’m good being in this field tbh.

WHICH IS BETTER 65. Hugs or kisses: I am veeeeeery awkward with physical contact. So whenever someone hugs me I just kind of freeze up. And kisses, meeeeeeeeeeh? 66. Lips or eyes: Eyes are the window to the soul in my case theyre as black as my soul I mean huh 67. Shorter or taller: Taller, but then again it’s not that hard to find someone taller than me lol 68. Older or younger: I kinda wanna say I prefer people who are closer to my age? As long as they are a bit mature or can be? And by closer to my age I mean like a few years difference in both directions. I feel if they’re closer to my age then we can kinda relate to each other’s problems a bit more 70. Nice arms or nice stomach: I don’t care? 71. Sensitive or loud: If they’re a good person I don’t think it should matter? 72. Hook up or relationship: Relationship 73. Troublemaker or hesitant: I would prefer hesitant but I mean, I can’t control people. So they can be as they are. Like I said, if you’re a good and friendly person then that’s fine by me

HAVE YOU EVER: 74. Kissed a Stranger: Noooo 75. Drank hard liquor: I don’t drink at all                                                                         76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: I can’t say yeah or no. I usually just misplace em cause I don’t need to wear em. 77. Turned someone down: …yeah…in 2015 I was apparently a magnet? Or something? Cause 3 people told me they liked me in that year and one had asked me out. I turned em all down. They are all good people too but I just didn’t feel it. I felt bad for saying no to all of em, even tho it was super flattering 78. Sex on the first date: Dude, y’all would be lucky to even get a hug on the first date tbh 79. Broken someone’s heart: I mean going back to (77)…I don’t know if I did? I don’t know how much those people actually liked me? 80. Had your heart broken: No 81. Been arrested: Cops can’t catch me lololol 82. Cried when someone died: Yup 83. Fallen for a friend: I don’t know? I think it might infatuation? But I really don’t know? I’m seriously like the beginning of the Jumin Han route, like what are these feelings

DO YOU BELIEVE IN: magic? In a young girls heart lololol 84. Yourself: Sometimes 85. Miracles: Don’t see why not 86. Love at first sight: Eeeeh? 87. Santa Claus: The big red guy? Don’t think so people the easter bunny tho 88. Kiss on the first date: Listen, y’all can do what you want. I will give you a firm handshake or a pat on the shoulder/arm on the first date. If I like ya enough, you may even get a hug

OTHER: 90. Current best friend name: Aaaaaaaaah…I don’t think I have no? I have friends who are a bit higher on my list but I don’t think I have a best friend? 91. Eyecolor: Super dark brown/almost black like my soul 92. Favorite movie: See I don’t know. But I do love Yellow Submarine a lot!

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As for who I’m tagging? These are a lot. So if any of my mutuals wanna do it so I can learn more about you? If not that’s cool too! ^^

[franeridart]

hey fran, i really love you & your art!! i fell in love w your bokuroteru tattoo au after reading it through, and then i found your bakushimas and i love them so much! you're actually the reason i found the motivation to start bnha lol and i'm really glad i did, so thx!

Thank you!!!!!! So much!!!!!!!!!! For liking my stuff!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *O* and you’re most welcome, I’m super happy you’re liking it!!!!!

Anon said:I love dragons and I love kiri and I love your art so that post is like all three of my favourite things rolled into one, B L E S S.

I’M GLAD YOU LIKED IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Anon said:your traditional sketches are so cool!!! i feel like it kinda adds like depth to it or something but like those are so neat what if you lined some

Thanks!! And I’ve actually thought about that, but I’m not much a fan of going back on stuff I already posted... it’s more probably I’ll just go back to the concept and draw more instead of lining those haha

Anon said:FRAN UR TRADITIONAL ART IS SO CUTE OMG ITS SO GOOD (also DRAGONSSSS)

GAH I’M SO DAMN HAPPY YOU GUYS ACTUALLY LIKED THOSE OH MY G O D S

Anon said:voltron third season is cOMING SOON AS IN TWO DAYS AAAAAA ARE U EXCITED?

Anon... my pal... my dear friend... I don’t know how to break this to you but... I haven’t even properly watched s2 yet...

Anon said:i started reading bnha bc i wanted to understand your art better, and I gotta say it's a really great series. thanks for inspiring me to read it. finished the manga today and my favs are definitely kirishima, tamaki, toshinori and fatgum. actually I knew kiri would be my fave anyway bc 75% of why i got interested in your bnha drawings was bc of him...he's just?? so good?? that aside your art is incredible and your characterizations of the bakusquad are perfect. you're super cool, keep doing you!

I’m!!!!!!!!!!!! aaahhh!!!!!!!!!!!!! thank you so much oh my god ;A; I’m happy you decided to try it, I’m super happy you ended up liking it, and I’m indecently happy you actually do like Kirishima!!!!! BOI!!!!!!!!!!!! He needs all the love he can get, the pure son ;A;

Anon said:your art is so good wth!! everytime i get the notif that you posted i get so excited!!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THANK YOU!!!!!!

Anon said:The fuck is shitty ab these traditional art pics. They're good, everything u do is good, don't play blind u perfect shit

Tough love! Sometimes this comes around my inbox too haha it’s fine anon, the reason why I rarely draw traditionally is that I never feel like I’m done with a drawing when I do, feel incomplete for however much details I put in because tbh there’s always more I can do on them, so with shitty I mostly meant “incomplete” lol going okay this is finished is something I don’t know how to do with traditional doodles hah

Anon said:yo what happened to your hand bro?

Therapy with my dermatologist that ends up giving me blisters on one of my fingers! It’s nothing serious, but makes arting sorta hard haha

Anon said:You should draw more kiribaku kids it had me really interested and brought out my happy

Should I 👀👀👀 an ugly word, let’s try with could next time shall we - that said, seems like yall really did like something that for me was a one time thing! I might get back on them in the near future, just because that post seems to have blown up way more than I had anticipated haha

Anon said:ahhhhhhh i absolutely love your art. i've been feeling very irritated lately and your kiribaku / kiribakushima art really helps calm me down.

This makes me super happy to know!!!! Oh my gods!!!!!! I hope life has stopped getting on your nerves in the couple days it took me to answer, anon!!!

Anon said:Headcanon: kirishima plays dream daddy

To be honest I don’t know anything about that game aside from “it’s a dating sim” and “it’s gay”, but either way to me it sounds more like something Kaminari would play hahaha

Anon said:Hey Fran! I recently caught up with the BNHA anime thanks to you (still have to get around to the manga) and I loveeee itt so much (pretty much adopted like 20 kids😂) have a lil question tho, in your AU/bnha comic thingy are Bakugo and Midoriya finally like... "okay" friends? Or is Bakugo still acting like he hates the poor boy? Thanks in advance and also absolutely love your art~😍

WEEEEHHHHYYYYYY I’m glad you decided to check it out, anon!!!!! But, I’m sorry I’m gonna need you to be more specific here since I don’t have any “ongoing” AU for that fandom atm - exactly which comic are you referring to?

Anon said:I've been restraining myself from going on Tumblr to once a month max for like a year or so now because it was exams and then I had a new year (MY LAST YEAR) of high school to worry about, and I know me. When I go on Tumblr, I stay on Tumblr for literally an entire day. Or more. And then I accidentally stumbled upon your stuff today and wasted (thoroughly enjoyed) a day of scrolling through your art and asks. I never knew I shipped bakushima so hard until today. Thank you for your beautiful art.

AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I’m so happy you decided to use your one day for my blog omfg !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thank you so so much for this ask, it made me really super happy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Anon said:do you know the song that is playing when endeavor is fight the winged nomu? ive tried looking for it but I can't seem to find it. thanks if you know it. its fine if you don't. btw you're amazing

Eeep sorry anon this ask is so old omfg I hope you found your answer somewhere else - also because I’m actually the worst person in the world to ask about soundtracks orz so, like, double sorry o

Anon said:A cute kirikamibaku thought to hopefully help cheer you as you wait for your hand to heal again: the three of them going out to a restaurant and Denki trying to subtly convince the other two to order something he wants to try when he can't decide what he wants to eat. Whenever he succeeds, he ends up eating just as much off their plates as his own.

This has actually been cheering me up for days now so thank you !!!!!!! Also because I’ve been thinking about Bakugou giving in but making it super spicy out of spite and honestly that’s the funniest thing hahahaha

Anon said:MATSUHANA🌸🌸🌸🌸

IT’S INDEED A SHIP THAT EXISTS! A GREAT ONE TOO!!

Anon said:I can't stop thinking abt that one anon that sent you "Batsuki Katsuki" and I'm losing my fuckin mind over it oh my god but anyway hello I love ur art I hope you have a good day ( ˘ ³˘)♥

THANK YOU!!!! I hope you’ll have a great month, anon!!!! *O* and also tbh same I randomly remember it and laugh by myself thank you anon for that gem I’m never getting over it haha

Anon said:I live for your bakukirikami art. I never had an ot3 until these boys, and they're just so so good. Do you think any of them ever gets insecure/jealous about the other two's bond in the relationship? I feel like if anyone would it might be Denki? But I dunno, because the way you portray them I like to think that they all actually just love watching each other be cute and bond and stuff.

Yeah that’s how I see them!  You know how, like... when you’re friends with two people and they’re friends with each other and you look at them being silly together and you’re like boy I’m so glad I have both of you in my life and that I can have you both at the same time and that you can be silly and adorable and happy together too - that’s exactly how I portray the bkk, only it’s romantic instead of platonic haha

Anon said:Your art has inspired me to write some BakuKiri / KiriBaku bless!!!! I'm also writing KiriBakuKami as well, thank you so much for the gorgeous art!

THIS IS THE BEST SORT OF ASK!!! THE BEST!!!!!

Anon said:Hello! It's the anon that asked about posting your art online for the first time. Thank you so much for answering my questions! That means a lot to me. I'll definitely take your advice. You made me feel a lot better about posting my stuff online. I'm gonna go ahead and draw the things that make me happy and,, hopefully I'll find people that like it like me!

AAAAHHHHHH I’m happy I could help!!! And I’m sure you will, anon!!!!! I hope you’ll be able to have a great time in whatever community you decide to be part of *O*

Anon said:I was feeling slightly uck but then I was like "you know what would make you feel better" and I just started scrolling through your blog and HONESTLY you are a blessing I feel a lot better and lighter and looking at your blog is literal self care for me now I love you and I hope you have a fantastic day

Sob thank you so much for this ask ;A; aaahhhhhhhh!!!! I’m so happy I can help you like that and this made me feel great back when I first read it (and also now that I’m rereading it, honestly!!!) so thank you for making my days better too, anon!!!!