#not sure if i’ll color and render this

[froggielovescoffee]

if evil, why babygirl

[inkysninky]

evidently hatsune miku can break me out of my art slump lmao

i guess she’s just powerful like that

[sharpiefumed]

sorry fellas, i can’t come up with a clever caption

she team on my fortress ‘til i 2…

[remxedmoon]

You should tell us about color psychology that sounds cool as hell

YES… HA HA HA… YES!

GGGOD I WISH I WASN’T OUT OF THE HOUSE RIGHT NOW. but i’ve been thinking about colors literally all day so you all get to be subject to my madness! sorry this is long and rambly wauaua. nightmarishly long post under the cut.

okay. first things first, a few basics. color theory and color psychology tend to get confused a lot in discussions, but they usually refer to different things. color theory is more about we physically perceive colors (color wheels and color schemes the like), while color psychology focuses on our emotional response to colors. if you’re familiar with the children’s hospital color theory post, that poster wasn’t actually talking about color theory, but color psychology (and also it’s incredibly surface level and heavily misunderstands the subject because in what fucking universe does the quantity of positive associations with a color matter more than the context it’s used in and sorry i have personal beef with this tumblr post).

color theory is also a special interest of mine but i’m not gonna touch on it too much here because it’s not entirely important. mmmaybe another time…

essentially, certain colors (and color combinations) have associations in our brains and that affect our behavior and emotions. these associations are also very much affected by the context a color is used in. colors don’t exist in a vacuum! so while red can symbolize passion and love when used in something like a dress or a bouquet of flowers, it has a very different connotation when it’s, say, splattered on the walls or smeared on the ground in a snail trail.

or for a less Children’s Hospital Themed example, i’ll put my euphrasie and king designs here!

(of course the saturation and brightness of these blues play a massive part in how they’re perceived but this is not a post about color theory this is n)

and, of course, combining colors in a piece can also change their meanings!! i’m about to get real fucking normal.

i’m gonna be focusing on the color combo of red and yellow here because it’s the one that’s most relevant to my art (and also it’s really interesting.) basically, seeing these two colors together activates the part of our brain that controls our appetite, making us actually feel hungry. this is why so many food companies use red and yellow in their branding! it’s neat stuff!!

also, if you’re familiar with it, this is why the mv for butcher vanity uses this color palette!! along with red’s general associations with danger and blood, the color combo also physically induces hunger. pretty fitting for a song about cannibalism!

(there is also red’s association with lust and passion and how that intersects with the double meaning in the lyrics but i cannot derail this post into being an analysis of butcher vanity i’m sorry. we’d be here all week. maybe another day... wipes a tear from my eye)

and i think this might be the reason why some people feel hungry when they see my art, even when i’m not drawing food. while i don’t tend to use red outright, most of my art has very warm undertones (red-oranges and yellows especially), which could be activating that hunger response??

(ah fuck color theory managed to weasel its way into this post again)

admittedly this part is just speculation on my end. i think my rendering style and Shapes also play a role in it, but it’s interesting for me to think about!!

this is only scratching the surface of how complicated colors can get. i was going to go on an entire tangent about color grading and how green lighting can make a scene feel unnerving but this post is already Too Fucking Long. aaaa super sorry if this is Rambly or hard to understand!! i’m not Entirely sure how much the average person knows about color theory and psychology so if there’s any confusing terms here i’m fine with adding stuff for clarity!

wauauuaa thank you so much for asking!!!! i love talking about colors.

tl;dr colors have a bunch of different emotions and meanings tied to them, but you’ve gotta pay attention to the context in which it’s being used. so maybe take a step back before you put that thick red trail on the floor of your children’s hospital.

[hermesserpent-stuff]

beep boop some sinister scene ideas for brotherhood gambit au, @honey-minded-hivemind

tw:blood drawing

and general creepiness..

it's mister sinister. doctor essex. hes a creep at the best of times.

Remy freezes as  soon as he enters the class. The atmosphere is different. He sees the back of the new teachers head… then he sees the name on the board. Dr. Essex. Remy feels his powers surge and his stomach twists with bile. The man turns and-

The face is not the same. Less pale. The eyes are brown. Not red. Remy takes half a step backwards. The man stares. That same gaze that had sought him out when he was eleven. He gags a little. His powers are bubbling with his fear. Then… 

Remy takes abreath. He squares his shoulder and shuffles a deck of cards. He swagers over to his desk and sits down. He scrunches his nose as Essex raises an eyebrow at him. He flicks up a card. Five of spades. Bad news. Instability. Well that is just delightful.

“Class. I need you all to sit. Immediately.”

The room of teenagers falls deadly silent at the simple soft spoken words. Remy finds his heartbeat flaring to new heights again. He lets out a soft little breath and tuck the deck of cards away. He is not a tiny child anymore. 

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Other scene idea

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Remy sits on top of a science table, one leg propping up his book and the other hanging to the side. Blood slolwy slips out into the bag. Essex sits at his teaching desk, flicking through student papers. Essex looks up at Remy as the teen clicks his tongue and scrunches his nose. Essex tilts his head. The teen’s hair is glowing in the setting sun and his thoughtful gaze looks like a mix of… Of Rebecca’s look when reading philosophy books and Adam’s when his son had encountered something bewildering. 

Remy’s hair is the color that his son’s once had been. His face the shape of his dear late wife’s. He had held somewhat similar thoughts in his first encounters with the mutant but had been able to shrug it off. 

Now… 

Not so much. Remy had grown to look so much more like the two that had inspired his journey into human genetics. 

…

Remy looks pale. Sickly. 

“You need to eat more protein to allow the blood to continue to replentish for sucessful testing.”

Essex comments.

“Mmph. Meat don't go on sale often monsieur. And coupons are non-existant for it.”

Essex stands and walks over to Remy. He begins taking out the needle and wipes the skin while the teen winces.

“Then we’ll just have to fix that, won't we?”

“If’n you trying to fix my meals, you gonna have to feed that whole house. I do the cookin’ and I ain't makin’ two sets of meals.”

Remy huffs out, flexing his fingers as Essex pushes a cotton ball onto the wound and tapes it into place. 

“Then that's what I’ll do. It would not do for the next generation of mutants to grow up malnourished. And… unkempt.”

He touches Remy’s slightly greasy hair and Remy scowls at him and jerks back.

“Not my fault the water stopped workin’ two days back. And no plumber gonna work for the amount I got tucked away. I'll get someone next week after runnin’ a job.”

Essex starts clearing up the blood bag and ceilings everything up. 

“You getting arrested would do me no good. No. I’ll have a plumber come.”

“I don't take favors from you.”

Remy snarls.

“Take it as payment then. For services rendered.”

Essex places the blood in the cooler. 

“Makes it sound gross. I’m doin’ this so you keep your mitts off the other-”

Remy makes a noise and falls. Essex catches him telekinetically. 

“Careful now.”

He gets a scowl.

“Let go. I woulda caught myself.”

“Yes yes, proud master thief. Now, think of the food and plumber as payments for the psych examinations. The willing blood draws will keep your… friends from my scalpels and needles.”

Remy rolls his eyes as Essex lifts him up and sits him down on the desk. The thief settles as Essex moves to grab some food to make sure the teen does not fall once he leaves the room. 

“Fine. I'll take it. Mais, it better be enough for feedin’ four teenage boys.”

The teen hums and Essex can see him running calculations in his head. The kid is delightfully clever with numbers.

“Here.”

He passes over food and a card. Remy narrows his eyes at the card.

“It has a weekly limit of $1000. Should be enough to feed a crowd of teens.”

Remy makes a noise.

“You're crazy.”

Remy snorts, tucking the card away. Essex smiles.

“You say the kindest things.”

“Oui.”

Remy bites into the peanut butter crackers and hums lightly. Essex flicks his fingers and all of Remy’s things tick themselves away.

[duckieduccss]

Emi‼️✨

I colored in one of my sketches i did for her & even tried out a new different rendering style ive been meaning to try out (I’d like some feedback if possible tho ofc ONLY CONSTRUCTIVE ones). As for the many suggestions/feedback i got from you guys for my au, I’ll do my best to get back to you all with adding in several of the ideas & seeing how they could fit into the overall story I’d like to tell hopefully. (I’ll work out how some kaiju could fit into a baseball team. Ken does his best to make things fair for everyone & most importantly a welcoming experience for all those who are part of the team)

Some have even mentioned a possible rival team of kaiju to play against Emi & Ken’s own team, which i also welcome the idea (if any of you have further ideas just for the rival team, plz lemme know!!! I’d love to hear them!!!)

[Thank you yet again for the immense interest in this idea for an au & hearing all your input. I’ll make sure to make this an exciting & amazing au for everyone to learn more about ^^]

[izgnanik-a]

CoD ABC’s

NSFW 18+ x Reader Edition - Minors DNI!

Masterlist here

Overstimulation (Werewolf!Simon Riley x Reader)

Tags: breeding, unprotected p-in-v, barebacking, creampie, knotting, consented sex, headspace, forced orgasm, possessive Ghost

Not beta read, we die like men 🤷🏽

Prompt: Simon doesn’t like to be around people when he’s in his rut because he can become easily aggressive. But this time it’s really bad - and there’s no one to help him but you. Of course, you’re willing to help, but you didn’t know it would come with a price.

The slick sounds of Simon’s wet cock slipping into your full pussy reverberated off the walls. You don’t know how long you’d been splayed out under him, your back arched low, a pillow under your chest, and pussy just devouring the werewolf’s thick cock.

You were rendered to helpless whimpering, holding tight to the sheets under you as he pile-drived you with no relent.

The werewolf snarled, his sharp nails digging into the mattress around you, and his blistering hips stilled as he moaned, trembling against your pussy as his cock milked through another orgasm.

Already filled to the brim, you could feel the cum oozing out of your abused pussy, and onto the sheets once more.

The never ceasing knot popped again, for the nth time that night. The barbed edges catching against your walls, and you gave a silent sob as he stopped moving.

You gasped, “Simon.”

His forearms pressed into the mattress as he brought himself down, his gasping breaths brushed over your sweaty spine. He kept himself still as his knot plugged his seed inside of you.

“No more.” You looked over your shoulder with teary eyes. “It’s too much, I-“

“I told you what you were getting into.” He stated. “You said you could handle it.”

You pressed your forehead into the pillow. “Please.” You begged, “It’s too much.” Your mind felt hazy; orgasm after orgasm pulled from your body until you were trembling with dry shudders. Simon’s fingers were stained with the juices from your pussy. Simon could just smell it still.

“I know what you need.” He mumbled against your spine before wrapping his arms around your stomach, pushing down on the knot inside of you.

You arched back with a cry, and clenched down involuntarily.

Simon growled as he pulled you onto himself, lying on his back, his knot still wedged inside. His hand wrapped around your chest, the other navigating down towards your spread legs. “Cum for me, one more time.”

You arched against him. Crying out and trying to escape his sultry fingers against your puffy, hooded clit. You sobbed, pleasure racing through your body defiantly again.

With every movement against him, Simon’s cock itched against your walls, his cum seeping along the edges and onto his base underneath. He held firm to your waist, stroking and pinching your clit. “Just one more. God. You’re clenching around me-so tight-“ he growled, pushing his hips flush to your ass. “I’m going to breed you so well. No one will ever touch you but me.”

You clenched onto his intruding hand, arching your back as he stroked his index and middle finger firmly against your clit. Your eyes rolled back in pleasure, colors bursting behind, you whimpered as his free hand drew circles across your pebbling nipples. With every stroke, you whined in unison as your breath grew heavier.

“I’m going to fuck you until you’re full to the brim. And then,” his hand held firm to the bottom of your jaw to keep your head back over his shoulder, “I’ll fuck it deep inside, to make sure you’re mine.” He suckled along your throat, his teeth grazing dangerously.

His swollen cock thrust deeper inside, and it was enough to send you spiraling with a broken “YES.”

When the white cleared from your vision, Simon’s cum soaked fingers were drawing lines up and down between your breasts and to your belly button. His mouth pressed to your ear whispering sweet praises; “You’re so beautiful. So perfect for me. You do so well. I can’t wait until you’re mine. You’ll never know pain again. God. You’re so sweet to me. You’ll look so full, pregnant with my child. I can’t wait.”

4/8/23

[kawaiigirly21]

Spark Chapter Two

Sentinel, impressed, kept his optics on the two miners as they competed in the race. That was until he heard the voice of an angel. She was certainly louder than most of the crowd. Cheering on the miners. Seeing as she was a miner herself, it made sense. But no matter how engaging the race was this year. Or how much he liked it, he could barely pay attention to it. Not when the femme of his dreams caught his optic. He wanted her. He just had to have her.

After the race, he had the very worried femme brought to him. Snowflare looked around the large palace before feeling a presence behind her. Turing, she was greeted with the multiple optics of Arachne. “AH!” Snowflare jumped back in shock. Completely dumbfounded that she hadn’t heard the other femme come up behind her. “Now, now, arachne. Let’s not scare my guest! She’s to be treated….like a queen.” Sentinel spoke in a sultry tone. Snowflare stepped back a little to try and get a better look at the mech that towered over her.

This was Sentinel Prime! The sworn protector of Cybertron and Iacon City! Her hero! She almost felt faint. “What would your name be beautiful?” Snowflare was so starstruck that her hero wanted to know HER name that she didn’t even notice the obvious flirtations. “Oh! It’s Snow! Snowflare! I-i just want to say that I am a huge fan Mr. Sentinel Prime sir!” Sentinel chuckled as his optics scanned her form. She was small. Really small. Which was to be expected.

She was a mini con after all. But mini con or not, after reading her file prior to him meeting her, he knew she was a hard worker. The small bits of rubble that dusted her pastel blue and yellow were proof of that. His wings almost fluttered noticing that her color pallet was just the toned down version of his. Elegant yet adorable. He also liked the fact he had to bend down to her height to speak to her. It gave him a sense of pride and made him feel powerful. His optics lingered on her neck a bit as he fantasized wrapping a large servo around it and ever so slightly applying pressure until he rendered her unconscious.

“Well, I’d like to speak to you about something important. It’s about your friends D16 and Orion Pax…” Snowflare’s smile suddenly dropped when she heard the tone the large mech used. Elsewhere, Orion and D16 were contemplating their situation with their new companion B-127. “I hope she’s ok…We’ve never been away from her this long.” D16 paced the tiny room. “I’m sure she’s fine D. She’s never had issues before. I don’t see why this time is any different.”

But little did they know, this time was very different. While they found a message from Alpha Trion, Snowflare was trying to process the fact they were dead. As told to her by Sentinel Prime, Both her mates died from their injuries from the race. A fact she wasn’t sure how to handle. Coolant threatened to spill from her optics before a cloth was offered to her by none other than  the mech who gave her the bad news. Sentinel Prime.

“I…can’t possibly imagine what you’re going through little one. But I want you to know that I am here for you. Perhaps later, I could take you to dinner. To cheer you up.” The mech watched with a ghost of a smirk on his face plate as the mini con nodded her helm to the proposition of having dinner with him. “Oh good, I’ll leave you be and I’ll be back later tonight…Again I am.. Truly sorry for your loss.” As the mech took his leave and made his way down the halls of the tower, he looked over to Arachnid.

“I want her to be as comfortable as possible. Tell them to treat her like she’s their queen. Because after tonight, she will be.” Arachnid nodded before she was stopped by the mech. “Oh and…get her a cog from that…place. The best one.”  That night Snowflare looked up at the bright lights coming off the buildings of Iacon City. “I miss you both…so much..” Her optics began to wet with coolant as memories of D16 and Orion flooded her mind.

It was hard to believe she had seen them that morning in high spirits, seeing them race not knowing that would be the last time she would see them alive. That morning being the last time she was held and kissed by them. “Oh you have got to be kidding me! You!” Snowflare turned in alarm to the voice behind her only for her face plate to be pressed against the mid section armor of none other than the very intimidating Darkwing.

“You’re that mini con femme that’s always hanging around those trouble makers!” The mech grabbed Snowflare by her arm as she attempted to flee and slammed her against the wall. Her face plate pressed against the gold tiles. “You miners piss me off! And I don’t nearly get enough pay to deal with you! So, I’ll just take what I’m owed.” Snowflare’s optics widened in fear as she felt Darkwing’s digits reach around and found her interface panel and quickly pried it open showing her very inexperienced valve.

“No! Please! Don’t!!” Putting a servo over her mouth Darkwing opened his own interface panel before forcing the femme to bend over for him. Snowflare gripped the wall in preparation for the pain to come. She knew that no one would come to her rescue, so why fight it? “I’m gonna mess you up little bitch. You’re gonna be mine!” Coolant fell from Snowflare’s optics as she  felt Darkwing’s servos feel her breasts plates. She felt violated and used.

“Now, stay still, little con.” As the mech aligned his spike to enter the small femme, a voice interrupted him. “And just what do you think you’re doing Darkwing?” Snowflare felt the mech behind her stiffen before jumping away from her quickly. Letting her have time to close her interface panel. “I arrive to check on my little guest and I find you trying to get a taste of her. I'm very disappointed in you.” Snowflare turned to see the prime with his servo around Darkwing’s neck.

"She belongs to me. Understand?” The look of fear on Darkwing's face said it all as Sentinel dropped him. The mech then transformed and flew away as the prime turned to Snowflare. “Come now little one. Let me help you get cleaned up.” Snowflare didn't know how to feel as Sentinel picked her up bridal style and carried her inside. His sweet charming smile hid his true intentions well. And Snowflare was none the wiser.

[nemisisnemi]

Nemi’s 100 followers Art Raffle! 

I’m holding this event as a way to thank you all for getting me to 100 followers :D 

I’d like to give a special thanks to: ( @loser-jpg @spookyavenuestreet, @lemonchuu @artistnettles, @nyx-of-night, @celestcelest, @vauxxnm (and so many more i cannot @ in one go due to the tag limit but you know who you are!! I'll be tagging more ppl in the reblogs!) for supporting me on my journey all the way to 100 followers! Thank you for always interacting with my posts <3 

EVENT RULES: 

No harassment is allowed. You will be taken out of the raffle and blocked. 

If you have multiple accounts, be sure to link your other account(s) in your bio or intro post. 

Do not ask me when I will be starting the pieces. I have a busy schedule and do not know when I will have the time. 

No NSFW & suggestive requests allowed!!  No furry & mecha requests, I do not have the skillset to draw these. 

The winners must send me(preferably multiple) references and or descriptions of what they want drawn. Any overly complicated details and or clothes will be simplified. 

The winners will be allowed 2 changes when I check in with them with their pieces. 

GUIDELINES + INFO: 

This event will be held for a week from (July 23 12:00 am - July 30th 11:59pm est time) and I’ll randomly select the winners at the end of the week via the wheel of names (https://wheelofnames.com/)

To enter, all you need to do is to reblog this post with the tag “nemi 100 followers event”! Each username will apply as an entry. While multiple reblogs are appreciated, you’ll only receive one entry to give everyone a fair chance! Any follows during this event are greatly appreciated

There will be 5 winners selected in total

The 1st & 2nd place winners get to choose one of the options I've given and the rest of the winners will get their respective prizes. Once the 1st & 2nd place winners have selected their choice, it cannot be changed. 

I will be tagging & DMing the winners so make sure you have your dms opened! If there is no communication from the selected winners within 24 hours, I will select someone else for that slot. 

Prizes:

1st place: (choose only one of these options!)

Full body colored/rendered piece w/ a simple background 

2 characters simple interaction bust shots in one drawing sketch/clean lineart (can be characters or ocs but no color!) 

one character colored bust shot w/ simple background 

examples below!:

first piece(from left -> right) is full body example, 2nd one is of the bust shot, 3rd one is the type of rendering I'll be doing, 4th one is an example of the sketch I will be doing

2nd place: (choose one only)

a full body sketch/lineart piece w/ no color & background 

one character bust shot w/ no color & background

examples below!:

ignore the doodles around the first piece, but that will be somewhat what a full body no color will look like, 2nd piece is closer to what the style might be in & is also what the bust shot looks like.

3-5th place: one character bust shot w/ no color & background 

If you're curious on what my current art style looks like, go through my recent posts or master list! The examples I gave aren't 100% accurate to how my art looks like right now.

link to masterlist: here

I would like to give another special thanks to @/celestcelest @glidiaxoxo @raguiras @twistedwonderlandshenanigans for helping me with this event. Go show these people some love!! This event would not be possible without their help!! 

Good luck to everyone and thanks for participating!! 

[tastybluesprite]

Confidence Boost

Okay, okay… I know I already posted a Wind Breaker fic… BUT LOOK OKAY? I recently started the manga and I freaking LOVE it. I thought of this fic while reading the manga and knew I wanted to write it. I tried to find a good shot of Suo and Sakura as a pic header but I couldn’t so I just settled on a pic of grouchy Sakura <3

Warnings: None really but there are some manga spoilers in here so beware. Also this is a tickle fic so if that’s not your thing then feel free to just keep scrolling lol.

Summery: Suo wants to help Sakura feel more confident

Suo smiled as he leaned back in his chair. “I don’t know what’s got you so fussed. You wanted to be leader didn’t you? Didn’t you want to climb your way up and stuff?”

Sakura glared at the earring dangled boy. “N-not like this! I.. I don’t freakin’ know how to… lead a damn class…”

Suo chuckled lightly. “Oh Sakura, it’s just class leader, and it’s just for the first years too. You’ll be fine. Besides, I’m your vice. I got your back, yknow?”

Sakura couldn’t help the blush that colored up his cheeks. He glared more.

“I-It’s… n-not like… I… um… sh-shut up!” He pouted a bit with anger and looked away. Suo could tell that meant a lot. But as usual the poor guy couldn’t take a compliment or any kind words to save his life.

Suo just grinned, enjoying how embarrassed he got.

Deciding to take advantage of this moment and gently stuck his fingers into his neck, looking to mess with him.

As soon as Sakura felt the fingers touch the already warm skin of his neck, his eyes widened and he immediately scrunched up his shoulders in a feeble attempt to protect himself. A wave of heat creeped up his neck and ears as well. But even worse, much to Sakuras own horror, he let out the loudest and most high pitched squeal that he swore right then and there he would never make again.

Suo smirked. “Hm? What was that Sakura? You okay?” The damn bastard started wiggling his fingers more into his neck. Sakura immediately thrashed in place and tried to pull Suos hand out. Unfortunately Sakura was rendered rather helpless.

“S-Suhuhuhohoho yohohohu bahahahastahahard!!!!”

As if the loud squeal wasn’t enough, Sakura just HAD to start giggling like a five year old idiot.

Suo laughed as he knew he had him. “Yknow for such an apparent “tough guy,” Sakura, you have quite an adorable laugh. Oh look, you’re blushing too!”

Sakura kicked around in the desk seat and thrashed more. He gave up on pulling at Suos hand and decided to just cover his face instead.

“D-DAAhahahahAHAmIHIHihit leheEhHehet mehehEHeHe GOHOHohoho!!!” Sakura protested.

Suo grinned. “First admit that you’d make a great class leader and I’ll think about it.”

“L-Lihihihike hehehell Ihihi WIHIHIHLLLHAHAHAHA!!!!”

As soon as Sakura started saying that Suo abandoned the neck and drilled into his lowest set of ribs.

Suo throughly made sure to enjoy each bout of laughter and squeals as he attacked.

“You know… these little ribs over here tend to be most sensitive since there isn’t much muscle protecting the area… isn’t that funny?” Suo told him casually with a smile, as if the other boy wasn’t completely falling to pieces beneath him.

“S-STAHAHAP STAHAHAHAHAP IHIHIHT!!!” Sakura cried out with piercing shrieks in his laughter.

“FIHIHIHIHNE FIHIHIHINE IHIHI… IAHAHAHA…!!!”

He was sounding like he was really losing breath now. Suo could tell Sakura was trying to just say the words that he asked him to say and so he moved down to his sides, slowly squeezing gently to let him be able to talk while still tickling him.

“Ihihi… ihihihi… ihihihihll mahahake… ahaha… g-gohohohohood.. c-clahahass l-leheheheahader…. S-stahahap..!!!” Sakura weakly pushed at his hands.

And so Suo finally decided to let him go.

When he retracted his hands, Sakura wrapped his arms protectively around his body as he gasped for air.

“Wh-whahahat… whahat the hehehell… w-wahahas thahahat f-fohohor…?” Sakura mumbles angrily, still in a slight giggle high.

Suo smiled and tilted his head innocently. “You just looked like you could use it Sakura. Sometimes you just need a little motivation to gain more self confidence. And I mean it when I say you’d make a great class leader. Sure it can hold a great deal of pressure sometimes, but I know you can handle it.”

Sakura blinked. Then slowly the blush that was still left on his face grew, and his entire neck and face went red. He glared and looked away.

“Awww it’s nothing to blush over…”

“I-I AM NOT!”

[l1tw1ck]

The Monster on His Bed

bottom!ftm!prohero Katsuki x top!masc!villain!monster reader

reader is a void monster w multiple arms

☆ Word Count: 1,394 ☆

↳ [REQUEST] | AFAB Language Used

CW: Non-Con, Size Difference, Fingering, Asphyxiation, Squirting, Nipple Play, Belly Bulge, Painful Sex, Mind Break, Mating Press, Biting/Marking, Creampie

It was a long day for Katsuki and all he wanted to do was sleep for at least a week. He thankfully got the weekend off and decided to spend his Friday night in bed. Unbeknownst to him, someone else decided to spend their Friday night in his bed too.

Katsuki wakes up to a weird sound. He looks around the room but he can't see anything, even with the moonlight it's hard to make anything out. He tries to go back to sleep but his wrists are suddenly restrained by what feels like a very cold hand. His eyes shoot wide open and he immediately attempts to use his quirk but to no avail. You’re completely unaffected. He looks up at his assailant, fear increasing as he realizes the criminal is just a pair of eyes. Or at least that's how it looks. The eyes are high up, so high that he's sure the owner of them is a giant.

No matter how many times he uses his quirk, nothing happens. His breathing turns irregular and he’s no longer able to stay calm. All his training goes down the drain. If he can't protect himself, what will happen?

Another pair of hands grab onto his legs and spread them apart. Katsuki’s rendered breathless as those hands rip his shorts off, his underwear following shortly after.

“Get off of me!” He yells, finally regaining the ability to speak. “I’ll fucking kill you!”

Another hand approaches his pussy, your large hand wraps around his small little t-dick and jerks it off. Katsuki squirms in your hold, whimpering as he tries to fight against the pleasure. Your eyes move down to stare into Katsuki’s and another hand reaches over to pry his mouth open, a long tongue slithering its way into the blond’s mouth before soft flesh presses against his lips. Neither of you close your eyes, he stares into yours with anger while you stare into his with lust. The kiss goes on for too long and he’s soon deprived of his oxygen, barely able to breathe as you kiss him with extreme aggression. He squirms around helplessly, his face changing in color. Katsuki’s eyes open even wider as he feels his orgasm approaching, face scrunching up as he orgasms. Your hand moves down to his hole, slowly adding in two fingers. The coldness of your hands contrasts the warmth of his pussy.

You finally pull away, giving Katsuki the ability to breathe again. He coughs and sputters in disgust, trying to get your taste out of his mouth.

“You- you bastard!” He spits where he assumes your face is, desperately moving his lower body in an attempt to get your fingers to move out of him but they don't. You keep fingering his sensitive hole despite his struggle.

Your tongue trails down from his lips, to his neck, and down his nipple. Katsuki’s eyes widen as you lick it, he can't help but feel pleasure from it. His nipples are sensitive after all. The hand that was previously on his lip moves down to pull and twist Katsuki’s neglected nipple while your tongue swirls around the other. His back arches as he bites his lip, lashes fluttering as he tries to withstand the intense amount of pleasure you’re giving him.

“Stop!” He begs, already about to come again. “You disg- disgusting fucking- ngh- creep!”

You keep going until he squirts, leaving him utterly exhausted and humiliated. How could he let himself orgasm by a stranger’s hand?

“Get out!” He shrieks. He regrets living in a secluded area, no one can hear him scream. Katsuki gets ignored and is instead greeted with a long, thick…rod? on his stomach. He doesn't know what it is, it’s too dark, but he knows it's hot and it's twitching. That gives him an idea, an idea he hopes isn’t true. He prays his guess is wrong. But it isn't. Of course it isn't.

The moment he feels the tip of that ‘rod’ press against his entrance is the moment true fear starts to wash over him. He could handle getting beat up or even killed but this? He’s scared. He hasn't been scared in so long, nor has he been tempted to cry. When was the last time he cried anyway? He feels his strong and confident persona crumble down into nothing as you force your cockhead inside his tight, previously untouched, pussy. Katsuki lets out an ear piercing cry but you remain unfazed, continuing your entrance inside him. Tears rapidly stream down his cheeks as you stretch him open to take you. It hurts, Katsuki sobs, repeating the words in his head over and over. He's never been in so much pain, his head is spinning.

You stop halfway, giving Katsuki a false sense of relief. He thinks that's all of you. Little does he know…

You place your hand on his bulging stomach and smile, he's so small compared to your cock. You slowly pull out before sliding inside just as slowly. Katsuki sobs harder. His head hurts from crying but he can't stop, it hurts too much. He’s already losing his mind from overstimulation and you dragging your cock in and out of his cunt is only making it worse.

You lean into his chest, mouth latching onto one of his nipples. Katsuki’s eyes roll back, whining as he starts to feel good. The combination of your mouth and your cock is driving him crazy, he hates that it feels good.

“Stop!” He yells again, trying to hold on to the small part of his brain that's still sane. “It hurts!” He squirms around, waving his legs around. “It fucking hurts you bastard!”

You pull away from his chest and dig your nails deep into his sides, earning a strained hiss of pain from the hero. You pull out of him almost all the way before forcing your entire length inside him with one swift thrust. Katsuki chokes out a gasp, eyes widening in shock as a jolt of pleasure runs through his body, causing him to squirt hard from the sudden attack. It hurts, a lot, but it feels good at the same time. Why does it feel good? Katsuki doesn't have enough time to dwell on the question thanks to your sudden thrusts.

“No! No!” He sobs as you fuck into his overly sensitive pussy. You're too big for him, he feels like he's being ripped apart. You're destroying him, physically and mentally. “Please stop!”

You smirk. You don't think you've ever heard him say please. You wrap your hand around his little dick, aggressively jerking him off and bringing him even more unwanted pleasure. He doesn’t want to feel good, he hates how good he feels. He hates how there's a part of his brain that wants more, that wants you to keep fucking him. With each aggressive thrust, the thin, metaphorical, thread that’s keeping him from falling apart starts to slip away. He starts to lose any and all sense that he previously had. His head feels fuzzy and his body feels amazing. A grin starts to grow on Katsuki’s face, pleasure overriding everything else. He stops holding back his moans and lets you hear his slutty voice in all its glory.

“Fuck!” Katsuki screams, arching his back and squirting on your cock. You position yourselves into a mating press, somehow reaching him even deeper than before. You bring him into a kiss and this time he's willing, letting you stick your tongue down his throat and practically devour him. He doesn't even protest as he starts to lose oxygen.

You eventually pull away and move down to his neck, lightly nibbling on his flesh before sinking your teeth into it. Katsuki lets out a loud moan, his eyes rolling back as you mark him as yours.

You lean into his ear and whisper. “Mine.”

The implications of that causes Katsuki to come again. Being yours means this won't be the last time you do this, just the thought of that sends electricity through his veins. Your thrusts start to lose momentum as you approach your orgasm, it does take much longer before you're dumping thick loads of cum inside him.

And with that, Katsuki is completely ruined. From now on, he won't be able to be with anyone but you.

[breakfastatmiles]

Your art is wonderful!!!

A constant inspiration to my own creativity and art work. Could you explain some of your art style to me? I’m interested in looking at a bunch of different ones to try and finally find one for me.

Goodnight!!🌙

Thank you so much! That means the world to me! I’d be happy to share some of my process with you 😄

Keep in mind I’m completely self-taught, so this is just the process of how I make my drawings and not any sort of professional advice 😅 apologies for the long post ahead 😪

Starting with the basics, my biggest influences are Jin Kim and Ami Thompson. Both are amazing character designers and I really admire their stylization and expressions. Whenever I feel stuck on something, I always go back to their drawings for inspiration.

I typically start in Procreate with a canvas size of 3300px x 4200px or 11” x 14” with a DPI of 300.

I put my reference in the corner of the canvas (in this case it’s a screenshot from the movie She’s the Man) and I start my rough sketch (emphasis on rough). Sketching is probably the longest part in my drawing process because I’m focusing on expression, composition, proportions, etc. This usually has about two to three passes before I move on.

Then I lower the opacity of the sketch and clean it up with some lineart on a new layer. Lineart doesn’t play a huge part in my style, but I still like to play around with line weight. Since I knew this was going to be a fully rendered piece, I didn’t spend much time on lines that I knew were going to be removed later in the process.

Underneath all of that, I use the skin tone and color the base of the character. I make sure that I color ever so slightly past the lineart, for reasons that will be important later. This part can be tedious, especially because I use a textured brush, so there are a lot of gaps that I fill in later.

Then using new layers with clipping masks, I start the flat colors. Nothing too crazy here.

I’ve made color palettes for characters and backgrounds that I typically draw, so this way it speeds up the process and maintains style consistency. If I need a color that I don’t normally use, I’ll just play around with the colors until I find something that fits well with everything else.

Next, on a multiply layer, I add some basic shading (with the skin tone color) and blush (with an orange-pink color). I also move onto the background. Some are more complex than others. If I’m going for a more cinematic look, I’ll fill the background in with some basic shapes and blur it slightly. Thankfully the background was pretty simple in this reference.

I start checking proportions now that everything has basic colors. Then I duplicate my lineart layer and change it to a pinkish-red and put it on multiply mode and turn down the opacity. This is why the base color layer needs to line up with the lineart, otherwise there’d just be gaps underneath. Instead of erasing my black lineart layer, I put a mask on it and just keep the eyes and eyebrows.

Then I start working on the shading and hair, which is an entire process in itself. Maybe I’ll make a tutorial on that one day 😅

I also use some vivid light and soft light layers and put in some subtle colors for extra pizzazz.



Then I add a hard light layer to the eyes for that glossy look and on a normal layer add some white details just to make some things pop more (like the nose, lips, eyes, sometimes hair, etc.)

I did make an eye tutorial a while back, but my process is still the same!

Lastly, I spend a lot of time playing with different blending modes (multiply, add, soft light, vivid light layers) and really focus on the lighting. I used to focus on adding a lot more details and make the coloring more realistic, but I found that the more simplistic coloring was easier for me to do and fit my style better. Sometimes I still tend to go too far with the details and realize that it looks better when I tone it down a bit.

That’s pretty much it! Let me know if you have any questions! Hope this helps. Have fun making art!

[zucchinitart]

ty for 1K on insta 💖💖 (‼️UPDATED RULES‼️)

gonna host a DTIYS! I thought I may as well do it here too so more ppl have the opportunity for prizes

Here’s the rules!

DTIYS rules: (deadline- Aug 1st)

-Draw Laughing Jack in your style “trapped in a box.” Frame size doesn’t matter! If you’d like to use mine, I did 1:1

-The color scheme has to consist of black, white, and a color of your choice! You can also choose other minor colors for highlights or something along those lines, but there must be those 3 main colors. (Ik black and white aren’t colors 😭 but for the sake of this challenge they are)

-‼️tag me (zucchinitart) and add the tag #zucchinitart1k (rules are different for this if posting on insta, also added the tag to make sure I don’t miss any from my notifs)

It’s okay if you want to go outside of these rules a bit, but make sure to do the last step so I’ll consider you for prizes!

Prizes:

1st place- fully rendered character of choice (full body or not, no bg)

2nd place- fully rendered bust of character

3rd place- detailed sketch

I’ll do some honorable mentions and reblog every entry as well! (I don’t expect much from tumblr tho 😭 I’ll be thankful if at least one person does it here 🧎‍♀️ and at least THREE ppl in total…then I can rest in peace)

The deadline will be August 1st, and then I’ll start considering winners the next week.

Thank you so much again, and I hope you guys will have fun with this 🤲💕💖

[aspiringtrashpanda]

I love writing Belphie.

Find the prompt list HERE.

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ──

DAY 6 Prompt: Autumn Leaves

“What are you doing?” 

You winced as your neck cracked, an immediate consequence of looking towards the entrance of the kitchen far too fast. The looming height of Beelzebub filled most of the doorframe, partially eclipsing Belphegor as his violet eyes peered around his twin’s bicep. 

You glanced down, surveying the mess of acrylic paints pooling in the veins of slimy, Devildom leaves. Old RAD newspapers blanketed the kitchen island, words smudged and rendered illegible by splashes of dirty water and rough outlines of the plants you had been trying to paint. Perhaps washing the leaves beforehand had been a mistake. 

Beel’s question had an obvious answer, of course, but you were never great at being succinct. No, you weren’t sure how to summarize what exactly you were doing in one sentence. 

Asmodeus, however, decided that one sentence was all he needed. He didn’t even bother turning his attention to his brothers, instead fixing a spot of sloppy coverage with a warm gold paint as he hummed, “Painting leaves.”

“No, we see that.” Belphie frowned, and see, that was why you had been trying to choose your words carefully. “Why?”

At this point, it seemed Beel was not keen on waiting any longer to forage through the fridge. It wasn’t like you and Asmo, quietly painting in a small area of the large room, were of any obstacle to the Avatar of Gluttony, so he pushed forward and ruffled your hair affectionately as he passed. The cool air of the fridge tickled the sliver of skin between your fluffy socks and the cuff of your sweatpants as Belphie slid onto the stool next to Asmo. 

“My followers have been asking for a seasonal photo shoot,” Asmo sang, a lovely twang to his voice that you had come to associate with a relaxed Asmodeus. He always lost himself in any sort of creative activity, his hums breaching recognizable songs and infiltrating his words. “But I’ve been in a bit of a creative rut. There are only so many hallowed pumpkins I can outshine with my beauty.”

The crinkle of a chip bag, the pop of the seal broken. Beel mumbled through a mouthful of food, “So… Gold leaves?”

This time, Asmo turned his sunset gaze your way. You understood. You had been sitting there, trying to summarize the chain of events in your head. Now was the time to speak up. 

You straightened your spine, making quick eye contact with both twins to ensure they knew you were speaking to them. “You’ve all been to the northern hemisphere of the human world during this time of year, right?”

The crunch of Beel’s teeth just demolishing those chips nearly overwhelmed Belphie’s resounding, “Yeah. The leaves there turn all red and yellow and brown.”

You nodded. “It’s a big photo op. Seeing the green fade into gold and crimson represents the changing of the seasons. But your leaves don’t change in the Devildom, do they?” 

Beel shook his head, a crumb flying from his mouth and landing on one of Asmo’s drying leaves. He scowled, whipping his hair as he glared over his shoulder. 

“The climate here is cool almost year round. It gets a little warmer in the summer, and a little cooler in the winter. Though the trees here photosynthesize in the moonlight, they don’t get the same type of food that the trees in the human world get from the sun. The dip in sunlight hours and temperature is what causes the change in color, so since that doesn’t happen here, your leaves remain a deep blue-ish green.” As you explained, you watched the understanding creep into Belphie’s half-lidded eyes. You were actually surprised he hadn’t fallen asleep during your TedTalk. 

“I’m going to lie in a pile of painted leaves!” Asmo did you a favor, summarizing the disaster seeping through the ruined newspaper pages on the kitchen island. What if the paint stained? What would Lucifer do? 

This didn’t seem to concern Asmo, as he was too busy cooing, “I’ll reach out to the camera with a playful laugh as leaves flutter around my perfect face and oh! My fans will want to jump through their screens to join me~” 

You smiled, affection blooming in your chest as you admired his radiance. No matter what he was doing–whether it was rifling through his closet to piece together a new fashion statement, or snapping a masterpiece out of the most mundane view, or painting his brother’s nails–Asmodeus emanated such passion for his craft. It was infectious. 

“I could lend you some string lights, if you want,” Belphie drawled, slow and feigning any sort of disinterest. You knew better. He wouldn’t offer if he wasn’t intrigued. 

“That would be nice,” You agreed, carefully watching Asmo’s reaction. “You could snake them throughout the leaf pile.”

His smile was stronger than the sun. And boy, did you miss the sun. 

“Ah, careful. This bed of leaves might become even nicer than my own bed!” Asmo giggled, tagging a wink at the end, “Only if you were to join me, of course~”

You couldn’t help but snicker as a dark cloud passed over Belphie’s expression. Rubbing salt in the wound, you teased, “I’ll definitely join you in your pile of autumn sweetness.”

The chip bag sounded once more. This time, the sound was a death rattle, the foil scrunched into the palm of Beel’s hand. Drool dripped from this bottom lip as he moaned, “Like lying in a pile of maple cookies…” 

Asmo scrunched up his nose, opened his perfect lips as if to refute, then seemed to think better of it. You exchanged a glance with Belphie, your quiet laughter harmonizing in the background. 

Sliding off the stool to follow Beel out of the kitchen, Belphie left you with a shrug and a smirk. “You might want to find a leaf-shaped cookie cutter.”

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ──

OBEY ME! MONTH MASTERLIST

[saturnvs]

HORSE COMMISSIONS! now closed.

hello! opening up my horse comms again, three slots this time around. i'm in need of some extra money and figured now was an okay time to open. i'm a little busy with school and may not be able to work at light speed, but i always make sure to keep customers updated every step of the way :)

here's the general info, once more!

you can commission me to draw any horse - a real one, an oc, a fictional horse from a show or a video game like tloz, star stable, rdr2, bella sara .. you name it! all the horses are welcome.

some general guidelines:

paypal only, full payment upfront.

provide reference photos; reference sheets are great for ocs, and for real horses i appreciate clear pictures from several angles if the piece requires it

horses only! no human or otherwise companions

prices are currently the same for portraits/busts and half or fullbody pieces

i'm swedish but the prices are written in usd for simplicity

if i feel the piece is out of my skillset/comfort zone i will turn it down, but don't be afraid to ask!

tiers and prices

1.

rendered/painted piece: $65 (extra horse + $30) a rendered, detailed piece with a flat or very simple background

2.

colored sketch with some/minimal rendering: $45 (extra horse +$20) a sketch with flat colors and some rendering + a flat background.

if you are interested, message me here on tumblr and i’ll get back to you as soon as possible!

link to my ko-fi tip jar

[kitthepurplepotato]

Chapter 7 - The Truth About Pro Hero Deku.

Summary: Deku introduces his girlfriend to his family. Y/N teases Inko and All Might about their “relationship”. Izuku.exe has stopped working after Inko’s answer. Also, Izuku tells Y/N his biggest secret.

Warnings: Swear words

First Chapter Master List

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“Izuku, you need to come home more often!” Inko gives up on hiding and joins the group hug. You can’t miss All Might’s fond smile as one of Inko’s arms snake around him while she pats Izuku’s back with the other.

Izuku might not have his blood father in his life but Izuku clearly grew up in the most loving family anyway. Izuku talked a lot about his past in the interviews; about their financial struggles, his mom’s torturous work routine, about how they googled “how to shave” together on YouTube to learn how to do that stuff because neither of them had anyone in their lives who was nice enough to show Izuku how to shave without cutting himself. They lived a lonely life until Izuku joined UA; it was only him and his mother until All Might took Izuku under his wing. Everything had changed after Izuku made his first proper friends; the house got more lively when his mates came around and Inko smiled more as well, finally able to concentrate on work without feeling like he’s neglecting the only important person in her life for some spare money.

“I genuinely couldn’t. Ask Sweet Pea, if you don’t believe me!” Izuku retorts, his eyes teary from happiness as he looks back at you.

“The boy speaks the truth, madam.” You bow in front of Inko with a cheeky smile on your face.

“Talking about the truth…” Izuku walks to your side, clearly anxious. Oh god, this is it… “I would like you two to meet… the woman I’ll marry one day. Treat her well.”

You choke on your saliva just as Izuku puts his arms around your middle to pull you closer.

Marriage?! Already?! Not like you would mind to change your name to Midoriya… oh my god, Y/N Midoriya, shut the front door, that sounds gorgeous. Then after marriage, you could have a kid, a little baby with green curls and pretty freckles and your eye color… or would it be your hair and his eye color? Nah, you want the green curls to be passed on for sure. And the freckles. Oh my god, those freckles.

“Stop fangirling.” Izuku murmurs into your ear with a shit eating grin on his face; his voice is low and extremely enticing, too quiet for the others to hear but loud enough for you to get goosebumps on your arms.

“Does that mean…” Inko looks five seconds away from crying, probably less, so All Might puts his arms around the woman’s shoulders.

“I think you are meeting your future Daughter-in-law, Midoriya-san.” He murmurs happily, clearly not surprised by the revelation. You have a feeling these two talked about you quite a lot already.

“This is the best present you could have given to your mother, thank you.”

Inko cries like a baby for at least an hour before she finally calms down and goes into the kitchen to prepare some food for lunch. Toshinori-San asks her if she needs any help but he gets shushed right away.

“Enjoy yourself, Yagi. You haven’t seen the boy for ages.”

Clearly, “Yagi” isn’t used to hearing his own first name from the woman’s mouth yet; his whole face reddens as he nods shyly, rendered speechless for the next few seconds.

“Uhm, I don’t mean to be the person who asks this as I’m not technically the part of the family yet, but… you and Inko, hmm?”

Izuku almost chokes on his water while Toshinori looks really close to throwing up by the way he pales completely after you finish your sentence.

“I… I think you miss… understand the situation. We share a house, just like you two… wait, that’s a really bad example, isn’t it? Oh my, I’m making this worse.”

“Sweet Pea, you can’t seriously think All Might and mom…”

“All Might and mom what?” Inko comes out from the kitchen, scaring the living shit out of Toshinori. You swear you can see his soul leaving his body for half a second.

“I was just wondering if you and Toshinori-san are… well… in the same situation as Izuku and I? Sorry if I’m being too straightforward, but…”

“Oh, don’t be silly, Sweet Pea!” Inko waves you off with a light blush on her face. If you see disappointment on All Might’s face you don’t comment on it. “My house was finally full of laughter and happiness when he moved in, I’m more than happy to have him here as a good friend. Honestly, you are so silly. This is Yagi, the hero of the century, the man who saved millions, why would he even look at a silly old, boring lady like me?”

You can barely keep your smile hidden. Yup. This story sounds really similar.

“What are you talking about, Midoriya-san? It’s the other way around! You are the kindest, the purest, the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on! You are way too good to be stuck with a silly old man who’s barely standing on his legs after being beaten to pulp way too many times!”

Suddenly, you could cut the tension in the air with a knife if you would carry one with you like Jirou does. The two stare at each other, only just realizing they were both thinking the same thing all this time. You are a little bit jealous for them for being forced to face their own feelings this way; you definitely helped them to get their shit together before they ended up being weird about it like you two did for several weeks. Or, you just ruined the fun. Oh, well.

“I think I’m going to show Y/N my room.” Izuku mutters with a pale face. Obliviousness clearly runs in the family.

~•🥦•~

“Do you want to talk about this or…” You mutter under your nose, your eyes not leaving the confused greenhead.

“Give me 5 to 7 days to get over the fact that my mother has a crush on my favorite hero, All Might, and her feelings are reciprocated and I’ve been watching them for almost ten years and I never realized it.” He mutters back, his speech followed by a big sigh. You can’t help but laugh at Izuku’s dumbstruck face. He’s absolutely adorable.

“I mean, you didn’t even realize your own feelings towards me, at least if I can trust Katsuki’s words and I’m quite sure he ain’t a liar, so…” You giggle to yourself as you snake your arms around the man’s middle with a flirty look on your face.

“Wow, so you talk shit about me with Katsuki while I’m risking my life to save the city?” Izuku moves closer, his body flush against yours as he slowly steps forward to push you towards the bed. Jesus Christ, you’ll never get used to the way he towers over you. The chill that goes down your spine makes you feel dizzy.

“Well, he gets lonely when his husband is on a mission.” You retort with a cheeky smirk. Izuku rolls his eyes fondly while he leaves tiny kisses on your cheek.

“Stop shipping my friends and my family, you weirdo.” He mutters into your neck, his breath hot on the sensitive skin.

“Look into my eyes and tell me those two have never kissed.” You take Izuku’s cheeks in your hands and pull him up to force him to look at you.

“They did. I saw it.” The shit-eating grin on Izuku’s face is downright terrifying. “It was on one of Denki’s house parties. It all started with Eijirou asking Katsuki if he thinks it’s possible to spar with their tongues. They did not remember a single thing the next day and we all decided to not tell them about it for their own modesty. What happens at Denki’s party, stays at Denki’s party. That’s the D-rule.”

Your face resembles a fish trying breathe on the surface. You can’t do anything but gawk at the hero in front of you.

“You saw them french-kissing and you still deny their attraction to each other?” You don’t need to say “I think you are an absolute idiot”, Izuku gets the message.

“Trust me, there was nothing sexy about that tongue fight. I actually couldn’t even think about kissing for years after that. It ruined me.” Izuku sighs dramatically as he turns you around and jumps on his bed with a loud thud.

“Now, can you please have your full attention on me and look around in my room? It might not be the original one but there are a lot of memories here. Mom brought over everything, my notes, my old clothes from the UA days… come on, get wild.” Izuku giggles and to be honest, you would rather concentrate on the sprawled out hottie on the bed instead of your surroundings right now, but you decide to obey anyway.

This room of Izuku’s is more plain than his bedroom now; instead of the cool adjacent wall there are only old posters littering the walls, no personal photos or anything visible on the shelves, just a few low-quality All Might figurines left on the old, wooden desk. There are a few boxes half open in the corner of the room; most of them are notes and memories Izuku wasn’t fond enough to display; his yearbook from middle school for instance is also thrown into the pile, the hard covered book’s front ruined by massive red letters written with a sharpie.

“I hoped you’ll find that last.” Izuku mumbles, his eyes melancholic as he stares at the book. “I wanted you to enjoy being here before I… before I show you that.”

Your blood freezes in your body. Somehow, the mood went from “I want to make out with you in my old bed” to “I will show you something terrible and you’ll probably cry” and you have no idea what to think about this sudden change.

“Why… who…” you mutter while you stare at the book, still too far enough to actually read what the words are.

“Do you remember how My Hero Academia has started?” Izuku asks. He pats his thigh 2 times, asking you to sit down and you do; Izuku’s arms come to the front right away, hugging you from behind, giving you a warm cuddle to soothe your troubled soul.

“With you almost failing getting into UA because you couldn’t use your quirk properly.” You answer right away, like a good fan.

“Yeah. That’s right.” He mutters, giving you a peck on your cheek for your success. “I knew how much you like that manga and everything in it is true but there are some parts Horikoshi had to change up or completely skip because I asked him to. I hated to do this to the fans but… I had to keep our secret safe.”

“You and who’s?” You move around to look at your boyfriend with questioning eyes. Izuku leans over to take the yearbook out of the box and hides it behind him for now.

“What’s the name of my quirk, Sweet Pea?” Izuku asks as he leaves tiny kisses on your neck. You are too anxious to actually enjoy them but they definitely take the edge off at least.

“One for all. After your favorite hero, All Might.”

“Yes. And that’s a lie.”

Your world crumbles. Whatever Izuku is about to say must be something extremely important and probably quite dangerous for you to know but right now, you are just grateful for being included in the small group of people who know Izuku’s apparent secret.

“What…?”

“I haven’t met All Might at UA. I met him way before that. We knew each other quite well by the time I got in. My quirk, All for one wasn’t named after All Might’s. It is… All Might’s.”

Suddenly, Izuku takes the book out from behind his back. There are a lot of rude things written on the covers with that red sharpie, but there is one that comes back over and over again…

The word “quirkless.”

“Izu, what… what do you mean? It doesn’t make any sense…” you mutter to yourself, frustrated tears falling to your cheeks. You want to understand, you want to be able to comprehend his heavy confession, but the original story was etched into your mind so much that hearing all of this is like hearing someone denying the history of heroes completely and asking you to believe they are right and the history books are wrong - to be fair, there is a high possibility that history books are indeed made up. It’s not like anyone was there from the current population to see the whole thing with their own eyes. Izuku is a part of this specific part of the history though, the main character of the decade, so you have no reason to not believe the green head but it’s still… it just doesn’t sound right. Izuku was born to be a hero yet he was born without the most crucial part of being one, but somehow he managed to snatch the number one hero’s quirk when quirks are not supposed to be transmittable?

“You are right, quirks are not usually transmittable but this one is.” Of course you muttered half of that out loud. “There are several other quirks I managed to unlock during my journey which makes the quirk look completely different from All Might’s but I ensure you, they are one and the same. I can’t tell you more than that as this story isn’t just mine, but what I can tell you is that there is a reason no one knows about the fact that my power can be given to basically anyone and I don’t think I need to tell you why is that.” Izuku sighs while he lets you free from his hug in case you need some more space. “I just wanted you to know… The truth… About me. Because I love you and you deserve to know. I was just like you. I know how painful it is to grow up without a quirk. I understand you so much more than you think, Sweet Pea and I’ll forever love you for being the way you are, if you let me.” Izuku’s first teardrops trail down his cheeks, a fond smile decorating his face. You genuinely can’t make a single word right now; there is so much you want to say; you want to tell him how proud you are of him for putting up with all of that without being able to tell a single soul about it, you want to tell him he has no reason to look so frightened because you can’t possibly be mad at him for this, you want to tell him it doesn’t matter if his quirk is “borrowed” because it’s not the quirk that makes you a hero but your will to die for the weak; but your mind it too frazzled to say all of that…

“Even if you’d be quirkless and weak, I would still love you, Izuku. There is no universe where I’m not by your side. I love you to the moon and back and your confession only made me love you more…” You mutter into his neck. “Thank you for trusting me. Thank you for going through all that pain for us, common folk. Thank you for choosing me. Thank you, Izu.” You mutter into the crook of his neck, making his skin wet with your tears. As a fan, you are certainly shook by all the lies around your favorite pro hero but as a human being who’s been living with Izuku for the past few months you can’t say you are surprised by this revelation; he’s always been way too humble for his own good, he barely showed off his quirk to anyone except you, it always felt like he doesn’t really know what to do with the whole fame that came with him being a hero and now it makes so much sense. It’s not right, but it makes sense.

“Can we… uhm… use the hot tub when get home? I want to be close to you. As close as I can get. That’s my wish for today.” Izuku says with teary eyes, his arms tight around your waist. A tiny blush appears on your face as you mutter back, your face still hidden in his neck.

“I would really love that, Izu.”

You know you probably said this at least thousand times already, but having Izuku as your boyfriend was the best decision of your life.

…next chapter!

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Potato ramble:

- Okay, here’s my opinion about how much is out for the public canonically about Izuku (s6 spoilers): While Izuku told his classmates about the fact that he got his power from All Might, the public only knows that for some reason the boy was the the one Shigaraki wanted. At one point in the future I’m quite sure there will be gossips about him but I literally don’t think anyone would ever think about Deku being quirkless. People know their quirk has the same name but its just a name and everyone knows what a big fan Izuku is so everyone just thinks he’s being a fanboy.

- Also, I love how Izuku goes from “I’ll tell you my biggest secret and we will all cry about it” to “can we have a cheeky hot tub date now?” In five seconds. Bro just want to chill 😂

- Don’t tell anyone but Izuku’s dream is to be able to give his power to his quirkless, future kid if they want it. He would never force them to take it though, he’s not an asshole.

- My Hero Academia is different in this AU; for instance, the first book is literally just about Izuku struggling to get into UA, the second about him struggling to keep up then about Izuku unlocking his powers and the backstory villains (except Dabi, his story isn’t in the books at all out of respect to the Todoroki family but there are hints to it.)

- Before you ask: yes, some of the “messages” on the front are from Katsuki indeed. Hell, he probably came up with the whole “idea”. He wanted to swap books with Izuku after they reconciled but Izuku wanted to keep it to “never forget where he came from.”

- So I will try to be on time with the next chapter but I got sick (again) so please be patient with me!

- The next chapter will probably be an NSFW one, not because of the s mut (I don’t really want that chapter to be the s mut chapter, I have different plans, but these fuckers have their mind of their own sometimes 😂), but it will involve nakedness and quite a lot of touching so… yeah. Sorry if you need to skip most of the next chapter 😭😭😭😭

- If you are waiting for the next Shenanigans chapter, I’m also done with that but it’s a double chapter, half SFW and half NSFW and it’s 5K+, that’s why is so delayed 😂

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