#so drawin the child

[luck-of-the-drawings]

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saw alot of comments on prev pages; saying 'i HATE that mean teacher! im gonna FIGHT HIM!!' & i LOVE the energy!! it WOULD be nice. to have that catharsis. but the story of young tidestrider is Not one of catharsis. it is a story of being so small and so special and sucking so bad.

[amoratheslugcatt]

GUYS

GUYS LOOK

GUYSSSS I MADE SOMETHING, LOOK AT IT LOOK

LOOK LOOK! THIS LOOKS NICE PLS LOOK AT IT PLS PLS

PLEAS-

[teethbomb]

heeheeee

[feelfreetopleasemexo]

OMGG I FUCKING LOVE THE WAY YOU WRITE KATSUKI. DEAR GOD.

I'd love to request a katsuki x shy artsy reader. Reader loves to admire kats when he's not looking, scribbling away in a notebook, which is filled with pages on pages of messy doodles and detailed sketches of him. She draws him using his quirk, she draws him in his suit... eyebrow raisingly detailed, and most of all, she studies his headshots. She captures his various expressions to the T, and sometimes writes little notes on him anywhere in the book where she has space

Of course, bakugo notices how she's always got that chunky damned notebook on her. And the more he catches her drawing away in her own little world in class, the more curious he gets, wanting to know what she could possibly be filling that book with for it to by triple is original thickness. So he confronts her. He's like "yo what're ya drawin' nerd" and she slams that book so hard and fast, immediately getting up to find the restroom it catches him off guard. And now he's suspicious. So he's making it his mission to find out what's inside that book, and if he has to chase her down to get answers then so be it

thank you thank youuuuu!

Thank you so much, means the world to me that you like my writing 🥹🥹

The book of love

If anyone so much as glanced at your notebook, they’d think you were some fan girl obsessed with the up and coming Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight. It didn’t start out that way, it first started with stupid caricatures of your class mates and teachers. Kirishima with overly large shark teeth, midoriya with big bubbling watering eyes, everyone on a leash as mr aizawa held us all like feral children, hair a mess looking like a distraught single mother. Until you started to do more and more of Katsuki. He was easy to over exaggerate, big angry eyes, large explosions with him maniacally laughing in the background, a child holding an ice cream, him screaming at them for dripping it on his shoe, then the top of the ice cream falling on the floor with the child crying and him pointing, laughing at them.

Youd usually draw the pictures, rip them out and slip them to the person, making them smile and laugh at their over exaggerations, hell even mr aizawa kept his taped to the whiteboard so everyone could see how pained they made him, even in his little exhausted Chibi state. But you NEVER showed Katsuki his. He’d just burn them up, why waste the paper? Youd show them to midoriya and kirishima, warranting laughs at his eyes, his overly sharp hair, his complete lack of spatial awareness and how he clearly didnt know how to comfort kids around him. It started small, it started innocent, until Mina asked if you could draw a detailed picture of her looking badass. You spent three days drawing her in her acidman suit, glistening in the sun, donning a super cool super hero pose. She lapped it up, she stuck it to her desk and used it as some kind of inspiration, anytime she felt deflated at her loss or needed a pick me up, she’d stare at the photo, flash a massive grin and her faced will with determination. It didn’t take long before you found yourself drawing katsuki in a similar way.

His chiseled jaw, his burning eyes, the way his suit shirt clung to his abs like it was painted on…you found yourself drawing him more and more, until your notebook was compiled almost completely of him. It looked like a damn worshippers guide to Katsuki Bakugo. Tiny notes written around the headshots youd drawn, little quotes from him, tiny skulls and explosions danced around the detailed graphite scribbles as you suddenly realised he had sat down opposite you. You slammed the book closed as if whoever read it were destined to die. Your breath hitched, your hand pressed heavily on the front of your hook, almost forcing all of your weight ontop of it.

“Whatcha writing nerd? That damn book not finished yet?!” He leaned over the desk towards you, his eyes almost burning the top of your hand as he scowled at it. He reached his hand over wanting to snatch it from you, as you quickly held it to your chest and pushed your chair away from yourself as you stood up.

“Oh, nothing….i mean yeah I just Yano, like to take notes. My adhd ass can’t ever concentrate when Mr Aizawa babbles on…yano what he’s like….” Nervous laughed filled your voice as you started to walk towards the door, “gotta pee so…yeah.. cya!” You ran out of the door faster than he did whenever he chased midoriya after he compliment him, straight to the rest room. As your back leant against the cubicle door, you let out a massive sigh still clutching the book to your chest like a mother cradling their child. After composing yourself, you finally left, only to be greeted abruptly by katsukis chest. He pointed his finger into the book, his eyes staring down at you.

“Why don’t you ever show me those crappy drawings? You’re always giving everyone else shitty cartoons about themselves….why not me? Scared I’ll kill you if it’s bad?” He huffed, clearly unimpressed and slightly hurt that he was the only one in your class that hadn’t received their very own caricature.

“Errr, actually….yes.” You looked up at him, eyes nearly shaking at him being so close to you, terrified he’d let out a blast and ruin your hours of hard work. He tightened his eyes, tilting his head slightly down at you, as he saw you clutch the book closer to your chest.

“Well. I won’t. Just draw me a shitty picture, i dont like being left out. Nerd.” As he pushed you slightly, he started to walk away as you flicked to the front of the book and ripped out a particularly funny drawing. You shoved it into his hand as you ran past him, gunning straight for the classroom again. He stared down at the drawing, it was him sat ontop of everyone as they were pilled underneath him, eyes crosses, tongues sticking out, like he was sat ontop of a thrown of your classmates corpses. Tiny smoke clouds danced around them as midoriya was the last person he was sat ontop of. He let out a tiny chuckle as he shoved it into his pocket, you were surprisingly good at making him out as the king of everyone.

That was the start of his demanding. Everyday, he asked you to draw another.

“Give me wings. Give me sharper teeth. Make me kick midoriya’s ass whilst everyone watches and laughs at him. Make me look like all might, but better. Draw me with a wife and ki….?” His eyes darted to yours as you started scribbling quickly next to him, the woman looking shocking like you….you slammed the book closed and chucked it into your bag.

“Im tired, think my hands cramping now. Sorry dynamite….ill do more tomorrow.” You flashed him a smile as your cheeks began to get rosey, shuffling off to your locker and chucking your bag into it. His eyes narrowed, trying to hide his own embarrassment at the fact he wanted a picture of him with a family.

The next day he slumped to your desk again, his usual smirk plastered over his mouth.

“Draw me riding a dragon.” A simple please would’ve shocked you at this point as you opened your book and flipped to a new page, unfortunately you had forgotten that late last night you had fallen asleep drawing his side profile, wearing his hero costume, with it ripped slightly around his left eye. The open page stared back at the both of you, as your eyes widened and you slammed it shut. The sheer attention to detail on the half finished drawing made every finer in your body shake, you almost visibly started vibrating in your seat as your eyes darted to his, still staring down at where the page had laid.

“Was….that me?” His voice low, quiet, almost a rumble in his chest. You ran off before you could answer, tears welling in your eyes as you darted for the restroom again, the lump in your throat almost suffocating you. Before you could leave, he grabbed your arm and stopped you. With his eyes still looking down, he cleared his throat,

“Have….you, done anymore?” You shook your head no, trying to pry his hand off your bicep, desperately wishing you Mirio’s quirk.

“No no of course not, im not some weirdo…” suddenly he snatched the book from your hands. You lunged towards him, scratching, fighting, doing anything you could to get that book out of his damn hands. He stood up, grabbing you by the collar and held you outstretched like a cat desperately trying to claw away from the bath it so desperately needed. His eyes darted to the drawings you had painstakingly drawn of him, his face, his body, his small smiles and the way the light danced off his crimson eyes. The silence between you two only made your chest heavier, he was witnessing you at your most disgusting, your most vulnerable. You curled your body into yourself as you covered your face with your hands, sobbing into your palms.

“Im sorry kacchan, please don’t think im weird.”

A moment of silence, suddenly broken.

“Do you….really see me like this?” His eyes still fixed to the book, you couldnt read the expression on his face clearly, was he so angry he was suddenly calm? Was he beyond disgusted that he was about to obliterate you to atoms? He slowly lowered you down and clutched the book in his hands.

“Can i…”

“No.” He shoved the book into his bag and stormed off back to the dorms. Your heart sank as you were sure he was going to rip you to shreds, plastering the walls of the school in your drawings, humiliating you infront of everyone. You began to quickly think of different ways you could flee the country, maybe go to English to live with your cousins, maybe even Africa, start fresh.

The next day, you were terrified to go to class. You skulked the halls, searching desperately for any shred of evidence of your drawings on lockers, but nothing. Nothing looked different,no one stared at you and mocked, no one shouted stalker accusations at you as you enter the class room. You sat at your desk and put your head onto it, deeply sighing into it like the whole world now rest on your back, crushing you, when suddenly your book got dropped on the top of your head. You flung up and clung to it, to see Katsuki sitting down at his desk at the back of the class. As you looked at him, he stated straight ahead as if you didn’t exist, lounging back into his chair and putting his feet ontop of his desk. You looked back at your book and studied the note scribbled on the front of it.

‘Look at the back, nerd.’

You flipped to the last page and saw two stick figure drawings, one with bright orange hair in a mess, love eyes instead of usual ones, and then another standing tall with a crown on its head. It was you and him. You couldve drawn better when you were three, but it quickly became the best drawing you had ever seen. Your vision quickly becoming blurred from your tears welling up, you turned to look at him, and still staring forward, he let out a tiny smirk.

Part two out now!

[woso-dreamzzz]

Outburst IV

Leah Williamson x Child!Reader

Summary: You go on a podcast

"And you know, as well as being a footballer and playing with Less and Tooney, you're also a mother to a little girl."

Any mention of you makes Leah smile and she glances off camera to where you're sitting with a crayon and a sheet of paper.

"Yeah," She says, that same dopey smile on her face as she tears her gaze away from you," She's four."

"And she's here today."

"Yeah, I almost didn't bring her because we're recording this so early but my mum had to cancel so she's just behind the camera. I think she's-"

"I'm drawin', Mum!" You call out and Leah grins.

"Are you, bug?"

"Uh-huh! Is it my turn yet?"

Leah glances at Vick Hope. "She loves a microphone. I may have promised her a turn on one of the mics in return for waking up so early today."

"Oh, yeah," Tooney says," We've got to have Bug on here."

"If you're okay with that?" Vick checks.

"Yeah. Honestly, I thought she would have interrupted more. She's very excited. Lovebug, do you want to come over here and you can have your turn?"

You're up like a shot, practically tripping over yourself to get to Leah.

The others have to hold in a coo as you come into view.

You'd arrived today in a big puffy coat and was immediately set up behind the camera, blocked by all the staff and the equipment.

Now they can see you clearly, in a pair of old Arsenal kit shorts but a white t-shirt instead of a jersey, black cardigan and a silly black hat just like Leah's, looking every bit her mini apart from the old Jordan shorts you're wearing.

"Alright." Leah lifts you up onto her lap and lowers her mic so it's more your size. "You happy now?"

You frown. "It's not like Auntie Alex's mic."

"Auntie Alex?" The strange woman that's not Less or Tooney asks.

"My auntie Alex always lets me use her mic at games because I have important things to say and mics help people hear me!"

"Alex Scott," Leah puts in, bouncing you on her lap slightly," Bug really loves her."

"Almost as much as I love Mummy!" You turn to look at the strange woman again. "My Mummy plays for Villa in Berm-ham."

"Birmingham," Leah interrupts again and you tilt your head back to look at her, patting her cheek.

"It's my turn now, mum," You tell her," You have to wait your turn to speak again."

Tooney sputters slightly and Alessia has to bite her lip to stop the laughter threatening to come out at Leah's affronted face as you land another condescending pat on her cheek.

"Mummy plays in Berm-ham," You say again," So I see her every other week. She plays for Villa but I like Arsenal more." You puff out your chest. "When I'm older, I'm gonna play for Arsenal."

"Bug already trains with us," Alessia says and you let her talk because she doesn't have to wait her turn because she doesn't share her microphone like you and Leah do," She's very good."

"And I go on camp! Sarina calls me up every time because I'm so good!"

"You must be," The strange but nice lady says," Because you've got two mummies who play football and you must work super hard."

"I do," You say, bobbing your head up and down," Mummy says one day I'm going to be scoring every game because I'm that good."

"We're very proud of our Bug," Leah says and you only let her have a little turn because she's being nice," She always does her very best."

"Enough for a puppy?"

Leah's face drops. "You've got Blu at Jordan's," She reminds you and you perk up suddenly, turning back to your new microphone again.

"Blu's my birthday buddy!" You announce gleefully," We're the same age! And we share a birthday!"

"Wow, that sounds really cool. You must really love your dog."

"I do! I do!"

"Do you miss him when you're on camp?"

You think for a moment. You've never really thought about if you miss Blu on camp before.

Camp is fun because you're got the other girls and auntie Keira and auntie Lucy and Mum and Bear. You've never really stopped to think about Blu when there's already so much to do at camp.

You shake your head. "I miss Bear more."

"Bear's Keira and Lucy's kid," Leah explains," They're best friends but they don't see each other too often because she lives in Barcelona."

"Bear's kind of funny," Tooney says," She's always nappin'."

"Don't be mean!" You snap suddenly, leaning all the way over to smack Tooney on the arm.

"Bug!" Leah groans," We've talk about using our nice hands. We don't hit."

You huff, sitting more firmly on Leah's lap again and crossing your arms over your chest. "No being mean about Bear! She naps because she's tired! Mum says napping is good, right?"

"That is right, Bug. I do say that."

You nod, turning back to the strange but nice lady. "Bear is my best friend and I love her."

Leah grins down at you, adjusting your hat slightly.

"Keira and I aren't huggers but those two certainly are. Always having a little cuddle those two are."

You frown, a little furrow in your brow. "But you are a hugger, Mum. You always give me cuddles."

"Well, yeah, Bug but I was talking-"

"You don't like my cuddles?"

"No, Bug that's not what I'm saying. I just meant-"

Your bottom lips wobbles and you move to slip off Leah's lap. "I'm sorry, mum. I won't have cuddles anymore if it makes you feel better. No more Bug Hugs. Promise!"

"No, Bug," Leah says firmly, pulling you closer into her body, arms curling around your body," I love Bug Hugs. I always want Bug Hugs from you."

[skxllz]

“ what're you doing...? ” carl murmured as he came up behind you, arms circling around your waist. his lips met your bare shoulder in a kiss - only to trail up, over the strap of your tank-top until a butterfly kiss brushed across the juncture of your neck and shoulder. his touch was like poetry, unwavery yet smooth as butter.

you smiled, continuing to rub your fingers over the glass of the window. it was raining out, but it was humid; the droplets that pelted against the window turning it foggy. “ drawin’, ” you hummed, eyes beaming in rather child-like manner. you found joy in the littlest of things.

a toothy grin graced the brunette's lips while he stared at you, taking in your joyous features. you were so pretty like that — lit up, eyes sparkly, pretty lips tugged up and bitten down on softly. he couldn't help but admire you. “ mm, ” carl inhaled, only to move his gaze to your finger, watching as you traced a heart into the glass. “ can I join? ”

“ mmm... sure ya’ can. ”

[razzberrycorner]

"START SMILING ALREADY!" (Forsaken tickle fic)

A/N: The Forsaken addiction is only getting stronger. Gotta get in that non dw grind💪💪 (live laugh love lee bluudud)

I made a drawin' and I wanted to make a fic based around it. So here ya go

Plot: C00lkidd and Pr3ttypriincess notice that Bluudud hasn't been smiling much. So they decide to engage in a little.. let's say, family bonding.

-🔷🔴🩷-

Bluudud grumbled to himself again, shutting the doors of his quarters after losing yet another match. Now he just rarely ever smiles, because when he does... it's just this large, teethy, cringy looking grin.

Of course it does. He's the eldest sibling. The grumpy one. The... Ugh. Nevermind.

As he got in his bed, he believed it just keeps getting worse. And guess what? His siblings probably already noticed it already. How limp he gets, how his thoughts lack any coherence. He's just completely tired. Of what? Every. Single. Match.

Well, maybe, just maybe, he needs to have fun...-oh come on, he barely has that on the matches now! What's the big idea with fun?! It's only fun when he wins!

Meanwhile with his siblings, they're concocting a plan to get him back in shape. He just doesn't know it yet. And it will work—hopefully.

"You noticed, didn't you?" Pr3ttypriincess was the first to speak. The child with the large pink bow sat on a pink beanbag chair on her room's pristine table. She looked unusually serious, her head placed on top of her hands.

"...Yeah. He's been acting so weird." C00lkidd sat on the opposite side of the table on a red beanbag, carrying the same unusual seriousness, his hands placed on top of his arms. "Isn't that... Agh! C'mon! He's serious, but not THAT serious! Something's up!"

"I know, right?!" She said, banging her fists in he table for dramatic effect. "If only there was a way to make him happier..."

The two children sat in thought, until an idea came to mind. Pr3ttypriincess stood up with an excited smile on her face. The type of smile that said 'ohoho, this is gonna be so good.'

"Waaaaaaait." The pink child said as she rose from her chair. "What if we tickled him into submission?"

C00lkidd stared at her with a look of puzzlement on his face before realization hit, resulting in him saying, "Yeah! ...I can do the thing, right?" Restraining usually was a bore to him, as he didn't get any part of the action if he did that!

"Sure!" His older sister replied. "But only if you win a game of rock paper scissors!" Pr3ttypriincess was highly convinced she was an all-around better tickler than her younger brother. She was proven wrong, and still thinks it. As she likes to say, she gets better every day.

"Ugh, fine!" C00lkidd groaned.

They put their fists in front of each other, put them down, and...

"Scissors cuts paper! I WIN!" He cheered, practically excited to get to work.

"Aw, man. So that means I'll get to work in making sure he does NOT escape us!"

Well, he usually is pretty slippery when the thing is done to him, so that would make for a pretty hard game of tag. In situations like this, restraining is fair. But he still thinks it's plain boring. Eh, it is what it is.

"Well... It's a deal then!"

They then shook hands as if they were business partners, fully engrossed in their mission as their older brother was fully and completely unaware of his fate.

Back with the blue child—well, pre-teen—he was waddling in his own thoughts when he heard footsteps.

Four feet were stepping on the ground, meaning two people were nearing his area. One male and one female. Exactly like he guessed, his two younger siblings immediately barged into his room.

"Hi Bluu!" Pr3ttypriincess said her voice sugary sweet. "You haven't been smiling so much, so me and C00lio decided we should fix that!"

Pr3ttypriincess then started making way for C00lkidd who looked anything but not evil, rubbing his hands like a villainous mastermind. He knew what that meant.

"You two. Don't you DARE-"

Before Bluudud could even react, Pr3ttypriincess went behind him and restrained his arms. "Nuh-uh-uh! You're not getting out of this one, silly!~"

"Plus, seeing you like this is too much of a bore!" C00lkidd said. "START SMILING ALREADY!" With that, the red child latched over to his brother's sides.

"DON'T YOU DARE—"

"Too late!" And so, the tickling started. What they got in response was nothing short of priceless: their older sibling... holding it in, much to their disapointment.

"What's wrong? You don't want us to see that you're weak?~" C00lkidd said in a rather teasy tone. This gets him real fast, according to Pr3ttypriincess.

"PFF—...Hehehe—eHEHEH..-"

Welp. Turns out, she was right.

"Come on... just a biiit more...!" The red child said before going towards his ribs and causing the blue pre-teen to crack.

"Hehehe...gehehehah! GAHAHAH!"

Boom. There it is. It did take a while for them to get it, but they got the sound of his laughter—boisterous, loud, shrieky, and pretty much the most glorious thing they've ever laid their ears upon.

Not to mention, the most sickeningly adorable thing they've ever seen too. And his smile... Oh my goodness, his smile... Normally it was creepy to look at, but like this? It's so... endearing.

"There we go! Isn't that much better?~" said Pr3ttypriincess with a sweet smile.

"NOHO IT'S NAHAHT!" Bluudud shrieked as he tried yet failed to shove them away. "YOHOU'RE GONNA REGREHET THIHIS!!"

"No, we won't!" C00lkidd said. "Plus, you're just so...ugh, CUTE like that!" He can't believe he just said the word 'cute'!

"All silly, and loud and giddy, and—"

"Yeah, we get it. And C00lio, it's not cute. It's adorable!~" His older sister followed, causing the pre-teen to screech due to being unable to handle the amount of teasing from them.

That, and the fact C00lkidd went to the one spot between his ribs and armpits and back to the sides again.

"SHUHUT UHUHUP!!"

C00lkidd then moved from his sides to his ribs, causing a loud shriek to get out of him. "HAHANDS OFF!! HANDS OFF OF THEHERE!!"

"What's this? You seem particularly finicky with this spot..." Pr3ttypriincess said with a knowing smile. "Shall we go a bit higher with the stakes?~"

"Right away!"

After he said that, C00lkidd started nuzzling his face into his older sibling's stomach, going to his armpits and back to his sides again, causing another shriek from him.

Outside the room, 007n7 was coming home after a long, tiring day of doing his favorite thing in the world: scripting. But you've got to admit, sometimes it gets... just straight-up mundane.

He was confused to hear loud laughter. Probably just the kids again, having fun. Or another tickle fight, so the scripter shouldn't be surprised by that. But back on topic.

"Man, being a scripter is boring sometimes." 007n7 then took a deep breath and said, "Maybe I should take the day off toda—"

The scripter was then interrupted by a loud shriek that came from Bluudud's room after they hit a particularly good spot, causing him to get startled, and the burger on his head to fall over.

Thanks to his strong reflexes however, he catches it fully intact and returns it to his head in one piece.

"NOHOT THE PIHITS—EHEHAHAHAH-"

Is that just him or was that Bluu? ...Maybe he should check in on his three children. It's never a bad idea, after all.

The door opens, and lo and behold, the scene before him was... rather something. To him, Bluudud was in a... precarious position, to say the least. He was screaming with laughter, face flushing in a light blue tone.

"You okay, kids?" 007n7 hesitatingly asked.

"We're doing great, dad!" C00lkidd said between the loud giggling before nuzzling into his older brother's stomach as he tickled his sides for what felt like the billionth time, causing yet another giggle fit.

"IHI'M GOHONNA— I'M GONNA KIHILL YOHOU FOR THIHIS—GAHAHAHAH!"

So, it's not just him. Their father smiled as he looked at the cute scene, taking notes mentally. Closing the door behind him, he mumbled "I guess, scripting would be kind of fun."

About a couple minutes later they ceased their ministrations, letting the blue pre-teen catch his breath for once. Through pants and residual giggles, he mumbled "You're not getting away with this... Ihi'm... Gonna kill yohou soho bad.."

Exactly then, he glared at his younger siblings. You better believe they knew that glare.

"Uh oh." C00lkidd said.

"O-oh, crap." Pr3ttypriincess mumbled under her breath.

The red child looked at the pink child, his eyes devoid of any bravery he had left. "...Do we start running, or—"

"Oh, you better. GET OVER HERE!"

Both kids came out of the room, screaming and scrambling for their lives. 007n7 stared with a tired smile as the children played around the house.

Maybe, just maybe, the day wouldn't be so bad.

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Please don't say I went ooc, I wrote them for the first time + I see them as these extremely chaotic siblings more than anything else—

And to the ppl saying, "erm actually, their parents are-" I hc that 007n7 SOMEHOW adopted bluu and priin so there ya have it <3

Don't worry guys, I'll still post Dandy's World stuff, the fic motivation hits during random ass times and idk why-

[ohdorothea]

More information about the tournament here and lyrics are below the cut! Happy voting!!!

The Bolter lyrics

By all accounts, she almost drowned

When she was six in frigid water

And I can confirm she made

A curious child, ever reviled

By everyone except her own father

With a quite bewitching face

Splendidly selfish, charmingly helpless

Excellent fun till you get to know her

Then she runs like it's a race

Behind her back, her best mates laughed

And they nicknamed her The Bolter

Started with a kiss

"Oh, we must stop meeting like this"

But it always ends up with a town car speeding

Out the drive one evening

Ended with the slam of a door

Then he'll call her a whore

Wish he wouldn't be sore

But as she was leaving

It felt like breathing

All her fuckin' lives

Flashed before her eyes

It feels like the time

She fell through the ice

Then came out alive

He was a cad, wanted her bad

Just like any good trophy hunter

And she liked the way it tastes

Taming a bear, making him care

Watching him jump then pulling him under

And at first blush, this is fate

When it's all roses, portrait poses

Central Park Lake in tiny rowboats

What a charming Saturday

That's when she sees the littlest leaks

Down in the floorboards

And she just knows

She must bolt

Started with a kiss

"Oh, we must stop meeting like this"

But it always ends up with a town car speeding

Out the drive one evening

Ended with the slam of a door

Then he'll call her a whore

Wish he wouldn't be sore

But as she was leaving

It felt like breathing

All her fuckin' lives

Flashed before her eyes

It feels like the time

She fell through the ice

Then came out alive

She's been many places with

Men of many faces

First they're off to the races

And she's laughing drawin' aces

But, none of it is changin'

That the chariot is waitin'

Hearts are hers for the breakin'

There's escape in escaping

Started with a kiss

"Oh, we must stop meeting like this"

But it always ends with a town car speeding

Out the drive one evenin'

Ended with the slam of a door

But she's got the best stories

You can be sure

That as she was leaving

It felt like freedom

All her fuckin' lives

Flashed before her eyes

And she realized

It feels like the time

She fell through the ice

Then came out alive

Chloe or Sam or Sophia or Marcus lyrics

Your hologram stumbled into my apartment

Hands in the hair of somebody in darkness

Named Chloe or Sam or Sophia or Marcus

And I just watched it happen

As the decade would play us for fools

And you saw my bones out with somebody new

Who seemed like he would've bullied you in school

And you just watched it happen

If you want to break my cold, cold heart

Just say, "I loved you the way that you were"

If you want to tear my world apart

Just say you've always wondered

You said some things that I can't unabsorb

You turned me into an idea of sorts

You needed me, but you needed drugs more

And I couldn't watch it happen

I changed into goddesses, villains, and fools

Changed plans and lovers and outfits and rules

All to outrun my desertion of you

And you just watched it

If you want to break my cold, cold heart

Just say, "I loved you the way that you were"

If you want to tear my world apart

Just say you've always wondered

If the glint in my eye traced the depths of your sigh

Down that passage in time

Back to the moment I crashed into you

Like so many wrecks do

Too impaired by my youth

To know what to do

So if I sell my apartment

And you have some kids with an internet starlet

Will that make your memory fade from this scarlet maroon?

Like it never happened

Could it be enough to just float in your orbit?

Can we watch our phantoms like watching wild horses?

Cooler in theory, but not if you force it

To be, it just didn't happen

So if you want to break my cold, cold heart

Say you loved me

And if you want to tear my world apart

Say you'll always wonder

'Cause I wonder

Will I always

Will I always wonder?

[yourstrulynobody]

I randomly had a thought on "Hey, I wonder what will happen if Dazzle were to ever meet the other (named) kids who disappeared in July 16th?" And then I realized I'm an artist so :D

(I personally made all their designs as different as I could just to test my drawing skills—ESPECIALLY when it comes to animals because I suck at drawin em)

(Close ups and yap session under cut)

[SMALL HCS + LORE AND DESIGN MEANINGS]:

Evelyn/Dazzle: last to go that day — added bracelets that represented the others (Jack, Sun and herself //given by Jack//) — has a stripped leg warmer similar to Sun's pants + more freckles — sunflower design her clothing rather than just the pouch

Jamie: represents her shy behavior/always hiding away somewhere when met with interaction + now she can hide anywhere easily — has her one remaining organ stuck with her — James's older twin sister

James: sleeps a lot so one eye + he doesnt even know "Sun" did it, mf was sleeping the entire time — the parts where his body parts is cut is where he was chopped, and the ghost like effects are the body parts that were never found (/head and legs) — scared of snakes (or reptiles in general) + never liked Monty because of said fear

Huey: his easily crying nature is the opposite of his animatronic body (a kangaroo as they are known for strength) — tucked in hair in scarf as if to "hide" — droopy ears because hes always sad (ever since the incident) :(

Jackie: "noodle" arms because her arms were chopped off — was a very optimistic person before she disappeared, now shes so silent — her pattern represents her vitiligo (yey wholesome!!) — she is afraid of ghosts (imagine her horror when she turned into one...)

Howei: I like to think that hes the eldest among them—12 Y/O to be exact, and tried protecting all of them + very much HATES Sun — wont let the other move on until Evelyn joins them — is kinda the leader so I made him into a dragon — hes just a kid still that didnt really know what happened that night.

The reason why Huey and Jackie are animatronics are because their souls entered recently scrapped animatronics as soon as the animatronics were thrown away (creator of said animatronics are unknown). They take care of their new bodies a lot to prevent it from damaging further.

The kids thankfully dont have to recharge or worry about hungry since theyre ghost and/or animatronics.

Fun fact: James's design was actually made months prior all the way back in 2024's August. He was initially Moons ghost child and I may actually keep this piece of lore, who knows??

[novasintheroom]

050. Impress

♡ Pairing - Vash x Reader

♡ Word count - 0.9k

♡ Warnings - none

♡ Description: Vash catches you drawing in your journal.

Part of the 150 Bullets drabble series on AO3

It’s a hobby, you tell yourself. Plenty of people do it.

In the shade of the overhang, you glance over your book and scratch a few more lines down the page. A curve here, some dots there. You bite your tongue gently. It’s getting better. Marginally. And Vash is none-the-wiser to being observed.

He’s slowly taking apart and cleaning his gun. Rubbing a cloth along each piece, careful of where he puts things on the flat rock he’s taken as a ‘table.’ Vash is scrunched up now, making an interesting pose to note down in your journal.

Next to the drawing, you sketch out some lines and notes on his anatomy. Triceps, you write. Brachioradialis. Palmaris longus. You trail down to his legs. Vastus medialis. Gastrocnemius. Back up to his chest. Pectoralis major. Subtly, you put a heart by the name.

“Watcha drawin’?”

So much for subtlety. How did he sneak up on you? Faster than Vash has time to blink, your book slams closed. He’s left with a waft of air blowing in his face and a wide-eyed stare from you. From your side, he lifts his hands placatingly. “Woah, I didn’t see anything.”

Still, blood rushes to your face and you purse your lips, giving him a searching look. “Liar. What did you see?”

Vash’s smile is gentle. Always gentle. “Nothing, really.” Then, that smile turns mischievous. “I didn’t know you drew naughty pictures.”

You splutter. What? “I do not!”

“It’s okay, really!” He waves his hands and walks over to his bag. “Everyone’s into something. Why else would you panic like that?”

The blush has reached the back of your throat. You cough, sucking in air to protest. “I don’t draw naughty pictures!”

He looks over with a smirk, putting his gun back together without looking. “Sure. And I have both my arms.”

“I don’t!” Not only mortified by the suggestion, you’re blatantly outraged he doesn’t believe you. Only one way to rectify this. You stand from your rock and march over to him. Flipping open the book, you shove it in his face. “See! I’m practicing anatomy!”

Vash’s look goes slack, and with care, he takes the book from your hands. You realize he was teasing you too late. He sees your drawings. He sees them. You’re suddenly nervous again, feeling like a child caught doing something wrong. It’s fine, you think, it’s fine, fine, fine.

Vash takes his time looking over your drawings. It’s of him, obviously. Chest bared, missing the scars and wires and plates he feels on the daily pulling at his skin. You don’t know about them. How could you? He never lets you see. But you are studying anatomy. He sees the scientific terms criss-crossing the page in your neat handwriting. On the next page, he sees you’ve sketched him in different poses; some of him crouched as if over a fire, some jumping in mid-air, coat floating wildly behind him. One is just of his face, his smile. The eyes are a little crooked, but it’s impressive, even still.

He sees your hands worrying out of the corner of his eye. Cracking your knuckles. You do it when you’re nervous. “I only have you around to draw,” you explain, trying to save yourself from more embarrassment. Vash hums, and you duck your head. “It’s…an old hobby of mine.”

The next page are close-ups. Hands, feet, mouth, eyes. You have no coloring pencils; everything is shaded charcoal black-and-gray. In the margins, you’ve drawn different worms you’ve come across, with beaks and bug-eyes and many legs. But overall, he’s the subject. He’s the one you’re drawing the most. A strange feeling settles in his chest, and with a slight grin, he hands the book back.

You take it, watching him, wary. “So…?”

Vash shakes his head. “These are really good!”

Your look is dubious. “You aren’t…weirded out?”

Weirded out? Why would he be? He’s never been the subject of someone’s drawings. It makes him feel…he doesn’t know, searching for the word. “No,” he says, “I’m – flattered,” he finally puts a name to the feeling, and his cheeks pinken.

You look down, gnawing at your inner cheek. “It’s something I started doing a few months back. Just…drawing your poses whenever we have downtime.” Finally, a smile breaks on your lips. “You’re very limber.”

Vash laughs. “It’s all the yoga I do.” He reaches up and tugs at the back of his neck. He feels a bit shy, but asks, “Can I watch you draw sometime?”

Your mouth falls open. “Um…sure?”

He kicks at a nearby pebble. “I’m not the best at drawing. But I like to do it too. In my journals, sometimes.”

You perk up. “You do? Of what?”

“Mainly architecture. I tried people a few times, but they…they look like they’re melting.”

You laugh, and he laughs with you.

And later, in the firelight and lamps of your camp, you and he draw together. He practices drawing your face (and it does look like it’s melting, much to his chagrin and your laughter), and you sketch architecture, blown away and inspired by the detailed drawings of derelict ships and abandoned towns and cities Vash has been to in his journals. You trade art secrets, tips, and switch journals with each other to draw in for a page.

You both go to bed with stained fingertips and smiles, happy to have one more thing to bring you together.

[girls--complex]

hi, love your work a lot! it manages to blend coherence with layers of esoterica, in a fun & meaningful way. do you have any big influences with your style?

Writing this as a narrative because my whimsicall mind can't seem to organize information logickally otherwise

So

When I was a child my Dad would show me a lot of comics/cartoons in all different styles/eras and so I was internalizing comic book logic from the very beginning. He really liked American comix both capes and Indie stuff but was also into franco belgian artists and let's be clear my papa has good taste so I was readying good stuff though I couldn't remember it all too reliably... Also Comics Journal, so I was reading comics & meta about comics. So basically I have like a deep archetypal brain stem dark spring of mind that spits out raw comic information like a dream that I can't place until I rediscover them, and a lot of deep unremembered imprintations that R kinda roiling around under the surface #Stupidsoldier

N then I was a deviantart kiddo and a reading manga at barnes and noble kiddo, and then I went and got a formal art education and learned about all these artists that sort of did pseudo comics or cartoons but didnt articulate it that way-- The German xpressionists are a big example of this -- and also about overall principles of like scale and hierarchy and time and presence -- and also just that I really like drawin the human figure in particular :)

I'm really grateful that my parents especially my dad were actually really supportive/invested in me being an artist even though they had very little faith in my character or overall competence. so I was always doing art activities to make me better at drawing because that was like the one redeeming quality I had, a lot of household resources went into me having art tutoring or doing community classes, and I was really strongly encouraged to get ma BFA

So 4 influences well I like things that are very stylish but very specific in how they represent figure N physiognomy... Naoki Urosawa & Jeff Smith were fascinations 2 me along this line... Arakawa is good too... I feel like this is a strength of American and British cartoonists generally but struggling to think of names

My favorite painter is tied between two commies: Siqueiros, who was a Mexican muralist and chaotic socialist, really specific markmaking and texture, pathos drenched figuration, charged epic landscapes, and Petrov-Vodkin, Russian ikonographer who became a propagandist for the USSR, semi-social-realist, semi-ikonographic compositions in which space is wrapping around itself to organize human figures according to a mythological logic, flattish, very cartoons/comics aligned, strange treatment of color but all really effective

History painting overall is everything to me it really doesn't show in Coward but I think it shows elsewhere some of my other dramatic sensibility is a lot from 00s action movie shlock which I would always enjoy to go see when I was younger and was somehow fascinated with the environment of government buildings and prisons and secret operations happeningunder the surface of every day life erupting into wet violence of men punching each other

I love the movie THE RAID redemption !!!!

I learned a lot of the logic of pacing N building pages around Tezuka's work as well as FMA N Death Note I think were big 1s to teach me that logic. Tezuka is a really good artist to look at for how to compose a page that supports the energy of the events that are happening on it, not that that's something I personally am good at. Favorite mangaka for tone and environment and visual identity are Katsuhiro Otomo, Tustomu Nihei, Suehiro Maruo, Nishioka siblings, Hideshi Hino

A lot of my sense of timing is also from news paper strips tbh. It's just a gut thing to me at this point hehe , Character design is also a gut thing for me I draw a little thing and I can either ensoul it with psychosexual fixation or I can't

I was born in the hospital Henry Darger worked at St. Joe's he's an ancestor to me but ofc inimitable by virtue of GOD being his sole audience

As for the esoterickal dimensions I feel like it's all it's own post let's just say I lack the inclination and ability for systematic and rigorous study but I am really interesting in gathering little packets of information and arranging them into dioramas and the longer I do it the more packets I accrue

I want to make a list of artists on here that I like/admire sometime too but that's too much for me rn. I also suspect a lot of people R mad at me for arbitrary reasons just as I also am mad at a lot of people for arbitrary reasons so I dont wanna bother no one ...

Oh well so I'm intentionally reorganizing how I draw right now because I sense a shift in my trajectory again so thanks for making me reflect

[gabrielleyueerrrrr]

What led to Showdown—a character analysis

Summary:

Chosen was the one who initiated the rampages after he and Dark escaped the PC.

Dark created the Virabot in an attempt to please Chosen.

I firmly believe that the names of the hollowheads shaped their personality to some extent. The name "The Chosen One" not only bestowed god- like powers upon the black hollowhead but also a instilled a sense of responsibility, strong self-esteem, and a drive to fight for what is right.

Upon his creation, he immediately rebelled against Alan, seeing the animator as "evil" for creating and torturing stick figures just for fun. Five years of enslavement didn’t wear down his spirit, the moment the slightest opportunity arose, he broke free from his shackles and unleashed his fury upon the PC.

But even when victory was within his grasp, with his tormentor's pawn, The Dark Lord, trembling powerlessly before him, he still chose mercy.

I believe his sense of responsibility and justice wouldn’t allow him to harm someone who was already defenseless, even if that person was his enemy.

I couldn't imagine someone with such a strong moral compass initiating or even agreeing to participate in rampages on the internet purely for the sake of destruction and vengeance. A more reasonable explanation is that Chosen initiated these attacks due to a warped sense of justice. The mistreatment by his creator, the only human he ever knew, might have led him to believe that all humans are tyrants who abuse and exploit stick figures. As "The Chosen One," he felt a responsibility to fight on behalf of his own kind, believing it was his duty to deliver well-deserved punishment upon humans.

But as for Dark, he had no interest in justice whatsoever, he went along with Chosen purely for the thrill of it. Contrary to "The Chosen One", the name "The Dark Lord" weakened his sense of morality and empathy(a sociopath, in a sense). This doesn’t mean he was incapable of learning to be good or sympathetic, though. Chosen simply didn’t realize Dark's moral deficiency until it was too late.

(Or perhaps Chosen was in denial? Dark was his best friend after all)

As time passed, Chosen became more aware of the complexity of mankind. He realized that not all humans were evil, some even formed positive connections with stick figures, like building websites where they could live and work. By attacking the internet and destroying these sites, he was inadvertently harming those he wanted to protect. This made him hesitant and forced him to rethink his actions.

But Dark, he didn't care. Humans, stick figures, animations, it's all the same to him. He enjoyed causing harm and destruction, because it was fun, because he couldn't see that it was wrong.

Imagine Dark laughing joyously as he hurled fireballs at the screaming, retreating crowd of stick figures and animations,

but when he turn around he saw Chosen's shocked, horrified expression, it was as if Chosen was looking at a monster, not his best friend.

Chosen could no longer ignore the fact that Dark was betraying the very ideals he had lived by in his whole life. It became painfully clear that the noble qualities embedded in his code which he so deeply valued were absent in his best friend.

They argued, definitely, fought, maybe. Their once impregnable friendship was cracking, threatening to collapse.

And it scared Dark. Dark didn't understand why Chosen was so angry at him, but he cared about their friendship, he cared about Chosen.

And he wanted to salvage their friendship, he wanted to make Chosen happy again.

So he came up with a plan. He would create a virus so powerful the world has never seen—a virus that would paralyse the internet once and for all. After all, mankind was evil, wasn't that what Chosen always told him? Dark would give humans what they deserve, just as Chosen had always wanted. And then, surely, they could be friends again.

That’s why he eagerly presented his virabots to Chosen, like a child showing off a prized drawing to their parents.

He was certain that Chosen would be impressed, that Chosen would share in the excitement for this grand scheme of destruction.

But instead, the black hollowhead was terrified. Having already lost his trust on Dark, he immediately jumped to the worst conclusion, that Dark was going to terrorise the world including the stick figure civilisation with his virus.

(But Dark's plan never involved harming stick figures. He knew Chosen was adamantly against the idea, so why would he risk their friendship by going against Chosen?)

Dark was understandably hurt and furious at Chosen's betrayal.

It was Chosen who had fuelled his love for destruction, who inspired him to create the virus in the first place. And now, Chosen had the audacity to demand him to stop? Even going so far as to attack him to protect the very humans Chosen had once hated so much?

Was their friendship truly worth less than the properties of evil humans?

As for Chosen, the destructive power of Dark's virabot was the final proof that Dark was an irredeemable villain down to his code. Consumed by a sense of justice, Chosen attacked without mercy.

And Dark, wounded and enraged, retaliated with everything he had.

[indecisiveoverthinking]

I like to think the player has a small picture of them and their child(ren) in their pocket and pull it out to keep them going after a battle or when they get to a new floor. I wonder how the mascots would react to them doing that or if it fell out during a battle that let them get a glimpse of it, the player looking so happy while holding their just as happy child(ren), before they hastily snatched it back up as if on instinct.

I had the same thought as well!

Banban

He already knew that the player is here for their child(ren), and it was no surprise when he saw them looking at a picture of them and their child(ren). Despite everything that had happened between the two, he tries his best to help.

He would offer the player words of encouragement, as well as to remind them that he'll help no matter what. He'd also mention the picture, and if possible, he'd like to take a look at it. No, he won't take it from them. He's a trustworthy mascot.

Nabnab

The spider mascot probably had no idea why they're here, but after accidentally spotting them looking at the picture, he probably felt their loneliness. As an attempt to comfort them, he just crawls over and gives them a pat on the shoulder.

He had seen people doing it before, so he thought it was the best way to comfort them. At least he tried.

Banbaleena

For Banbaleena, I'm sure that she probably overheard the player's conversation between Banban about their child(ren). She's quite surprised about it.

I think she'd comfort the player and give them the warmest hugs, as well as not to talk about the said picture. She was sure that they'd be uncomfortable if mentioned.

Also, she'd give Banban a punch because she thought that one of the best ways to comfort someone is to give them hugs and NOT to bring up a sensitive topic.

Queen Bouncelia

Although Queen Bouncelia just met the player not too long ago, she knew why they're here. And like Banbaleena, she won't bring up about the picture, knowing it's a sensitive topic. She has many questions, yes, but won't ask them.

The least she could do was to wish them luck in finding their child(ren) and to be safe. She'd be rooting for them.

Stinger Flynn

This jellyfish will bring up the picture. What do ya expect from him? He told them to leave while they still could, yet they didn't listen. And of course, he'd tell them it's their fault, should've leave and bla bla bla, all that. He will not sugarcoat the situation either. Accept the harsh truth.

But despite all that, he'd do small things to help the player ease their stress. Lost their key card? He would simply hand the said key card because he found it nearby. Sleeping? He'll drape a blanket over the player. Tired? Like the game, he makes them fall asleep(so they can have enough energy to survive the next floor).

Sheriff Toadster

When Toadster saw the player looking at the picture of them and their child(ren), it reminded him when he was thrown down to the 4th floor. They were both lonely.

He knew it was unhealthy to bottle emotions, so he did a rational thing anyone could've done. He hugs them. Even if the player fights back, he'd keep them in his embrace. He wants them to spill all their bottled up frustration and worry. He did it before and knew it would work. And before he even knew it, the player had stopped and hugged him back while crying.

Bittergiggle

I would think that he's the type to try and make the player feel better by doing something funny and entertaining. Like Banbaleena and Queen Bouncelia, he knew it was a sensitive topic, and it would make them uncomfortable if he ever mentioned about the picture.

He'd try his best to make the player happy, even if it's just a bit. He'll do funny tricks, like making his snake lip sync to his talking, or even do those magic tricks kids know. Sometimes, when he finds something, he hands it to the player. Like candy, instant noodles(most of them are likely to have expired), or things that reminded them of the player( a toy or probably a drawing he did).

Unfortunately, I didn't really have many ideas for the other characters in the game, I apologise for that. I'm not the best at explaining either, and I apologise for that as well :<

[come-away-with-me87]

Modern Hearts Chapter 1

Summary: You and Shouta Aizawa had been good friends since elementary school, but you lost touch when you and your parents moved to a different country.  Twenty-five years later, you move back to Japan where you get a job in the library at U.A. High School.  Will your friendship rekindle, and even turn into something more?  Or will your heart be captured by the number two hero with the golden-brown eyes?

******

Pairings: Shouta Aizawa | Eraserhead x Fem!Reader; Keigo Takami | Hawks x Fem!Reader

******

You and Shouta Aizawa had been best friends since the first grade, where you first met.  He was a very small, thin child.  You were on the taller side, and very gangly.  Even in his childhood days, you could say he was the "black sheep" of his family.  He was not an upbeat or outgoing child, being the complete opposite of his parents and older sister.  You were similar to Shouta in a lot of ways, though not to the severity of his introvertedness.  You believe that's why you two were drawn to each other from the very beginning.  When you first met Shouta, he was sitting in the corner of the classroom by himself, doodling something with a crayon on a piece of paper.

"Whatcha drawin'?" you had asked him.  He just looked up at you with his onyx-colored eyes, looked back down, and went back to doodling.  You just sat next to him, pulled out a piece of paper and a box of crayons, and started doodling yourself, not saying anything to him.  Even though you were focusing on your drawing, you were in tune to your surroundings, for as young as you were, and noticed that the boy kept side-eyeing your drawing.  Nevertheless, you made the decision not to say anything else to him, especially if he didn't want to talk to you.

Finally, he spoke up in a small voice, "I'm Shouta Aizawa."  You looked over at him and gave him a small smile, "I'm Y/N L/N."  You asked him again, "so, what are you drawing?"  "A cat," he simply replied.  "I like your cat, here's mine," you showed him your drawing: it was two stick figures just standing next to each other, one with your H/C, the other with black hair.  "That's me and you," you beamed at him.  In that very instance, you two became inseparable.  

You two didn't really have any other friends in the classroom since you were both introverted, and your teacher noticed that, so she would often pair the two of you up when you had to work on group projects.  What you didn't realize, at the time, was that she was previously worried [separately] about you and Shouta not interacting with your classmates.  So when she noticed that you two seemed to get along well with another, she called your respective parents to let them know.

That's why the one day when you got home from school, your mom pulled you aside and said to you, "sweetie, your teacher called me earlier. I heard you made a friend at school, I'm so happy!"  You replied to her, "yeah mommy, his name is Shouta, and he's my best friend.  Can he come over?"  Your mom absolutely beamed, "of course, sweetie. Let me just call his parents and set up a time."  From that point forward, you two constantly went on play dates to each other's houses.

Shouta's parents and older sister were the complete opposite of him; they were upbeat and outgoing.  You felt the warmth when you were around them; they were so welcoming of you into their family.  It was the same way with your parents; they accepted Shouta as part of your family.  You didn't have any siblings; it was just you and your parents, so it was especially nice when Shouta was over.  It felt like you had a brother.

Things stayed like this until the middle of third grade, when you received devastating news; you were moving.  Not even to another city in Japan, or even a different prefecture; you were moving to a whole new country.  You didn't know much about your parents' jobs, but you knew enough to know that your dad was a businessman, and he "received an opportunity in America that he just couldn't pass up."  And on top of that, the move was happening within the next two weeks, as the business in America wanted your dad to start as soon as possible.

You cried and cried and cried to your parents, begging them to not move, and as sorry as they felt for moving you in the middle of the school year, they were adamant on their decision, telling you to start packing up your room.  The next day at school, you decided to break the news to Shouta during recess.  "I'm moving, Shouta."  He replied, "that's cool, Y/N.  Did your parents find a new house?"  You couldn't help but start to sob right there on the playground, and Shouta didn't know what to do.  "What's wrong?!"  You went on to tell him the story of how your dad got a new job in America, and you would be moving out of Japan in two weeks.

"I see," was all he could say.  Then, very uncharacteristically, he smiled at you and said, "we could be pen pals!"  Through your tears, you smiled back at him, "yeah!"  Since your house was being packed away, you had one last playdate at Shouta's house before you moved.  His mom, who had grown to love you like her own, hugged you while saying, "we'll miss you sweetie. Thank you for being such a good friend to Shouta."  You couldn't help but tear up at her words, "thank you for everything, Mrs. Aizawa."

Shouta and his parents came to bid you farewell the day you were moving.  Everything had already been arranged already, so all there was left to do was get in the car and go to the airport.  You and Shouta went up to one another, and for the first time in the two years, you two hugged each other.  "You're my best friend, Y/N.  Promise me we'll be pen pals."  You cried in return, "I promise, Shouta."  And with that, you and your parents got into the car, and made your way to the airport, not without turning around in the backseat and waving to Shouta one last time.

******

To be continued...

[pumpkinfox]

Uh go my lil scrab and his small toddler

Just Fear watching over lil Player while Greed and Solitude do something else for the meantime. lets be real, Greed is just rolling in their TIX pile and Solitude went back to their ducks. Plus, who would let Hatred watch lil Player?

Anyways, lil Player giving Fear a drawin of themselves. [Kinda explains the small changes to my Fear's look.]

[some more headcannons about bros emotions bellow bc I can]

Ok so I can imagine that the emotions can slightly change how they look and ofc this is seen in game with Haterd's whole deal and Fear's tree gimmick. I feel like since Player is well, smool, they would try to not upset them too much in fear of them remembering what happened or accidentally hurting them which after getting curb stomped by them, all damage Player takes all 4 of them can also feel it. I forgot what its called but I'm just gonna say its shared dmg between all of them. As of currently and just some small things about lil Player is that they have well, the mindset of their child self. How they acted back then is how they act currently but I'm not gonna say anymore about it until I make their cameo. Oh right, one more thing I almost forgot. I usually refer to the emotions as He/They and Player as They/Them so uh thats why. Ok end of rant :>

[woso-dreamzzz]

Tattoos III

Mapi Leon x Ingrid Engen x Child!Reader

Summary: He's teeny tiny like you

Sometimes, when Mumma is busy, Mami takes you out.

Last time, she took you to the park and you sat under a tree and she taught you how to sketch a leaf. It's important work and Mami is very good at drawing and you want to be good at drawing like her too.

Today though, after your drawing session in the park, Mami wants to get Bagheera a new toy so you head to the pet store to pick one out.

Mami lets you look at all the pets while she chooses a toy. You like doing that, standing on your very tippy toes to look at all the animals.

One in particular catches your eye.

It's on one of the lower shelves so you don't have to stretch too far.

It's a little thing. Teeny, tiny like you are.

It's got little legs and little toes and a little wet nose pressed up against the bars of his cage.

You stare at him, eyes wide in awe as he makes a little snuffling noise in greeting.

"Hi," You whisper," 'm Teeny."

He doesn't say anything back because he's an animal and animals can't talk but he does look you right in the eyes.

You back away from him slowly, not turning away until you bump into Mami. You tug on her hand and, automatically, she's passing over your pens and sketchpad.

You return to the little animal, sitting down in front of his cage.

You choose yellow because yellow is a happy colour and he makes you happy.

You scrawl a big yellow blob on your page.

He's got a very dark face and dark prickly things coming out of his body so you were make sure to draw those too.

You clumsily turn your page around to show the little creature.

"Tha's you," You say," Yellow 'cause you make me happy an' dark 'cause you've got dark on you."

He snuffles more at you and you giggle.

His little feet are very cute just like his little beady eyes and he doesn't move around at all. He stays where he is and just watches you.

"You ready to go, teeny?" Mami asks. She's got more than one cat toy under her arm even though she said you were getting only one for Bagheera.

You begrudgingly get up and shuffle closer to the little animal.

"Bye-Bye," You say.

When you turn back around to face Mami, she's frowning. She comes closer too, crouching so she can be at eye level with the little animal.

"That's a hedgehog," Mami says to you," Can you say that, teeny?"

"Hedge-hog," You sound out," Drew a picture." You show Mami your drawing. "Yellow 'cause he makes me happy."

"Oh, yeah?" Mami laughs," Why does he make you happy?"

"Teeny tiny like me!"

"Very teeny tiny!"

As you chatter on about how much you like him, Mami gets one of her weird thinking faces before she's hurrying you to the register and back to the car.

She puts Bagheera's new toys in the front and you wait for her to open your door to put you in your seat but she never does. She just swings you up onto her hip so she can move faster.

You go back to the pet store for some reason and Mami lets you scamper off to go see the teeny tiny hedgehog again while she talks to the man at the register.

There's a few more trips to the car where Mami carries some very big and heavy things. There's a very big cage that confuses you because Bagheera doesn't need a cage. You don't tell that to Mami though because she's Bagheera's Mami too and she knows what's best.

The car gets very full very quickly and Mami makes one last return to the pet store with you.

The man from the register has a little cardboard carry box waiting for you both. He smiles at you and pulls up two little bags.

"Do you want to choose one?" He asks and you look at Mami for guidance.

She nods and you hesitantly point to the sage green bag that has little hedgehogs sleeping so you can remind yourself of the teeny tiny hedgehog you met today.

"Thank you," Mami says as she picks up the little cardboard carry box.

She puts it in the front seat with her, buckling it in like it's a person before smiling at you.

"Ready to go home?"

"Gonna show Mumma my drawin'!"

It doesn't take long to get home. Mumma's typing away on her computer but she stops when she sees you, easily swinging you up into her lap as you babble about your drawing.

Mami comes and goes from the car, bringing everything she bought up and that catches Mumma's eye.

"Mapi," She says," What are you doing?"

"Er...Stuff."

"What stuff?"

"Ingrid," Mami says," Don't be mad."

Mumma stands, adjusting you so you're on her hip. "Mapi," She says," What. Have. You. Done."

"I'm teaching her responsibility!" Mami says," You'll see!"

"That doesn't answer my question."

Very gently, Mami sets the cardboard carrier on the kitchen table and opens it.

You gasp.

"Hedgehog!"

"Mapi!"

"She loves him!" Mami says," You didn't see them Ingrid! She loves him so much."

"Hello," You whisper so you don't scare him.

Mumma always tells you that you have to treat little animals carefully in case they get scared. You must always use gentle hands and a soft voice.

"Mapi are you crazy?! A hedgehog?! She's only little! Do you know how much effort this is going to be?"

"Ingrid, look at her!"

Somehow, with no one noticing, you're cradling the little hedgehog in your hands. He hasn't curled up like Ingrid thought he would. He's completely happy sitting in your tiny little palms as he sniffs at your skin.

She sighs. "You're responsible for him, Mapi. I mean it. You want to teach her responsibility then teach her. Food. Baths. Cleaning his cage. I mean it. You're in charge of him and you get Teeny to help you."

"I will!" Mapi insists," I promise! Don't take him away from her!"

"I have a heart, Mapi," Ingrid scoffs with an eye roll," He's perfect for her."

"Thank you!"

Mumma gently runs a hand through your hair. "Have you thought of a name, teeny? You're his mama now. You've got to choose a name."

"Er..."

He's teeny tiny like you but he can't be called Teeny because that's your name. It might get confusing. You think of someone else who is teeny, tiny.

"Pina!"

Mumma laughs. "He's a boy, teeny."

"Mr Pina!"

"I think," Mumma says," That's the perfect name."