#sorry I'm spamming a lot but drawing is all i do and i keep everything for me on this blog

[chabric]

I tried a new brush and let the voices win (drawing moomin again)

[residentialsinyomakai]

♤ INTRO TIME! ♤

Hi hello!!! Idk how these work very well still so. Lemme do this to the best'a my abilities zzz

This is my sona! I draw 'em a lot (I have like. 2 more main ones but they're not important,,,zz,zzzzz,zzzz,,,,)

Detailed info under cut!!

GENERAL INFO:

♤ I'm Yōmakai, Yomo, Res, any variation of my user really (*￣∇￣*)

♤ ENG/ESP, learning JP, but certainly not enough to hold my own yet wahaha ! ;=u=

♤ I use Any Pronouns, and no particular honorifics! Get creative w it for all i care ((o(^∇^)o))

♤ My posts are sometimes very frequent, or maybe I'll go months without one!! Hard to tell augahjfkrif

♤ Chronic user of caps, emojis, kaomojis (the cool little face things I love em,,, ( =＾ω＾)), emoticons, etc. So basically pretty informal language y'know y'know.

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INTEREST STUFF:

♡ Maaaaaajor hyperfixation AND special interest in Yokai Watch!!! (all interations)

I also like;;;;

♡ Swan Lake (1981 Toei Version)

♡ Kirby (all iterations)

♡ Pokémon (all, pref. Johto, PMD, Kalos)

♡ Everything But Your Life

♡ Homestuck (I'm pretty new tho!)

♡ MY FRIEND' OCS...

♡ Way of the Househusband

♡ Yakuza (Just 0 for now! Also new djgjeoe)

♡ TMNT (1980's, 2003, 2012, RISE, MM, Bay!)

♡ Yu Yu Hakusho

♡ Oswald the Lucky Rabbit

♡ Entomology

♡ Cephalopods

♡ Grammar

♡...And more! But. I'll keep this not too long..,,.

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ADVISORY FOR INTERACTION:

◇ HAVE BASIC DECENCY (Not okie doki to be racist, homophobic, proship, etc...I wish mental recovery and healing for all those ill-learned.)

◇ I'm like. Really awful at responding to messages. Personal reasons and generally I keep busy!

◇ Please don't DM me unless you either A: Ask permission please,,, or B: Are a mutual, I'm more comfy w/ y'all bc most'a you know I'm Insane and Fantastic already/j/lh

◇ Sorry if I Spam sometimes!!! I get a lotta motivation in bursts sometimes so you might see like 5 things in a day. Or if I'm doing requests =u=!!

◇ My bad forgot to add this one a while ago, but unless i know you irl, please don't make any "I'm in your room" or "outside your house", "I'm watching you", etc typa jokes. Dhsoxiwod seems like an overreaction but I have pretty bad paranoia and don't take kindly :< (I don't care if it's something like "I'm rapidly approaching your location" or something nonsensical like you're sending a missile to my mailbox bc ik that can't happen ^^;) thank you for your consideration!!

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FINAL THOUGHTS?:

♧ Don't be afraid to tag me in anything! (Within reason ofc ofc)

♧ NEVER HAVE TO ASK TO DRAW OCS....GHHAGSH.....If you do @ me please ^u^

♧ Trad. and digital art will be posted!! May not be the best but it's my favorite hobby :)

♧ OH!!! SPEAKING OF HOBBIES. Wanna know some of mine? I like art, singing, crafts, writing, and hanging out outside,,,

♧ OTHER SOCIALS:

• YomakaiResidentials - Tiktok (I,,, get the most anxious on this one. Don't expect much response!! If you want me to see your cool stuff, absolutely mention me or send me the video :> just try not to spam ghhhgagsg)

• ナガバナ愛 - Pixiv

• roughraffspompadour - Insta (best for messaging!!! Worst for posting EXPLODES)

• There's a secret other two but. They're more personal so Only Close Friends!!

• Not a social but I also have a blog called @askbabblong ......Babblong Ask Blog As You Can Tell

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TAG SYSTEM:

I organize all my posts and reblogs into tags because it's easier and I'm used to tagging things like on Ao3 and Fortelling,,,, I expect that if someone needed something specific they could sort it by the tags 🍌💬💜 so in short, here's explanations!!

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☆ [● Posts from Yomakai] - Well. Posts by me!!!

☆ [• nagareblog] - Reblog tag! So if anyone wants ta see what else i like and or block it I GUESS....SIGH..../j

☆ [♤ Resident Rambles] - My yap sessions or general speaking tag. I chose the spade cause it's my favorite suit :)

☆ [☆ Favesposting] - Anything including fave characters....my little guys....

☆ [¤ Summoning...] - Friend stuff! Most (all) of these are yokai related if you couldn't tell wahaha!

☆ [Yolo Watch 2!] - Had to make a ykw specific tag because,,,,ghhshhdjd yokai,,z,,

☆ [|| refs 4 l8r ||] - Forgot about this one for a while....Refs for characters i wanna draw sometime!!!

☆ [¥ Aus I like! ¥] - WAHHH ALSO FORGOT THIS ONE! Typically the reblog for au masterposts or first encounters with'a cool thing EEEEYAAAAGH

☆ [《Cool Features!》] - Specific things I really like! Colors, future inspo, amazing stuffs....so much so it's hard to decide whether or not to put it in sometimes ghgahahhhgg...

☆ [~ Helpful!] - Info that can be helpful for future stuff

☆ [♧ Shameless Self Promotion] - promotions for stuff I make or just. In general things related to me (;´∀｀)

☆ [◇ Important] - Donation posts, Gaza, fundraising, etc!!

☆ [♡ babblong's stand up] - (wow. Subtle with this reference huh) Anything funny to me.....remmeber.....my humor is bad/lh

☆ [` repo reblog rule `] - Repo related stuff from rottmnt because!!! HIM!!! kinda turned into a general tmnt tag, but mainly repo

☆ [{bugging}] - bugposting when I remember!!

☆ [¡quene!] - stuff from the Yōmakai backlogs,,,, aka my quene!

☆ [₩ delete later ₩] - if the second hand embarassment is really bad or if it's vent-adjacent then. After a while. Into the bin/post privately section it goes %o%!!

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WOWZAS. I YAP A LOT!!! Can you see why i like Babblong....my little guy. Thanks for reading! Enjoy your stay :] tell me if there's anything i should add!

[osatokun]

sorry for constants text spamming, during the last year I totally made tumblr my ramble blog X_X

today I'm just too exhausted because I haven't slept during the night ( I had to keep my cats from eating before vet visit and they rioted) and then I didn't sleep after vet visit because got overstressed and I'm constantly coming back to drawing Charlie and Glinda and other vtm art, it brings me comfort and happiness and then I get stressed because everything is very expensive and the prices only goes up, have to do a lot of checkups and fixes and pay bills etc etc. So I should make myself draw less personal art and more commissions X_X at least I'm able to draw commissions I like and pick the poses and ideas.. I just..want to draw more Glinda u know.. okay the rambling post is finished. I'm really grateful for all the commissions and all the love my chars gets. That's keeps me going.

[thecountesstribe]

I agree completely with your take on the Liv/Rhea feud and it was so refreshing to hear how you see ALL sides of it. 10/10 and reassured me I'm not alone in how I feel. I'm curious to see how Bad Blood will go with Raquel, I can only hope there's surprises and she doesn't just attack Rhea but also Liv to draw attention to the amazing points you made with Liv turning into everything Liv and Raquel hated. Something that has shocked me, like you, is the lack of media literacy regarding the concept of revenge... I see so much defence of Liv and it gets to a point where I truly think its borderline insulting to her character work, because she's doing everything she can in her actions to show she's going too far in this revenge tour, in all the ways you mentioned, and also her promos ("men like Dom don't go for girls like you" and her pride in being a homewrecker on this weeks show) yet her fans defend and celebrate all her actions, then complain when the plot isn't geared in their fantasy booking direction of her being a victim and hero.

I honestly love the work Liv is doing right now, but her fans are desperate to rewrite the narrative in all the ways you said. And they called her weak for being a chicken shit heel in the beginning, now they want Raquel just to keep the belt on Liv? They complain that Rhea is reacting to her partner of 2 years cheating on her, betraying her and humiliating her, saying Rhea is too focused on a man... when they worship LivDom, beg for more kissing and ignore the fact that every promo and action Liv has been in for the past few months has shown she's just as focused on Dom. Despite the obvious issues with creative you mentioned, I also think Liv's fans inadvertently fuel the fire of the "Liv not being credible" opinions because they're not accepting her character for what it is, and what I believe she is doing an incredible job with. I've had to stop going on Twitter because the stans on there are so black and white and biased in their approach to analysing the story and the targeted attacks on both women, especially Rhea from what I've seen over the past few days, feel so deeply rooted in misogyny. I hope Bad Blood signifies a bit of a break and refresh in the storyline so the stans calm down. I hope we get more depth in the future, but I will say, you have helped me reset and focus on the parts of this feud I love with your analysis/rant, thank you for that and I'm sorry I ranted in return!

Hey! So this was so sweet. Usually when I talk about this storyline on here or even on Twitter and I say something the majority of people disagree with I usually get spammed with hate messages and the likes. So I just stopped talking about it. I think what a lot of people are doing wrong with the storyline is going into it looking for reasons to justify their favs and essentially watching it with Stan brain. There are no heroes in this story, we're way past that. There is room for redemption though, which is the path that Rhea is on. I'm not saying anything on the LivDom fans, I've had it when it comes to attempting to talk to them. Just came to the realization that most of them are delusional and called it a day. Rhea and Liv are doing amazing with what they're being handed even if I do find it's a little beneath them at times. They're making it work, it can't be all perfect. I agree with that Raquel take though. I just don't want Liv's reign credibility to be hurt even more than it is but knowing the bookers, I've given up. As for the abuse the women in this story are taking I agree, the IWC has gotten ridiculous and it's more focused on Rhea than its been Liv. I'm not saying that Liv isn't battling it too but the vile shit that is coming out of some of these accounts has been mostly towards Rhea and it's been absolutely insane to see and I hate that for both parties involved. From slut shaming on both sides to misogyny, to bullying to just hatred. It's disgusting. Rhea can't seem to do anything right when it comes to reacting to Dom's betrayal in the IWC or Liv/Dom, Liv Stans eyes. She moves on they say she never cared, she reacts to him cause she's hurt, she's obsessed, she needs to move on and she still loves him. I'm over that situation in its entirety. As for the stans calming down, don't hold your breath. I have a foreboding premonition that it's probably going to get worse after Saturday and I'm exhausted about it already. Glad that we could've yapped/ranted together though, it was refreshing as hell for a change. 😂🩵

[containedconspiracy]

ough your bps designs are so neat!!! i would def like to hear more about your interpretations for adam and jonah!!

AAAH TYSM !! :D That I can do!

(INFO'S BELOW THE CUT, DIDN'T WANNA SPAM..

so, for starters, let's just go over the basic stuff of the duo.. I personally think that Adam and Jonah aren't really friends. Or it's really one-sided. Jonah likes Adam a bit, finds him weird and kind of interesting to watch, Adam finds Jonah to be one of the most annoying people on planet earth.

they sort of bounce off of eachother with Adam usually taking everything seriously while Jonah takes a solid nothing seriously, not until he gets involved, at least.. Adam personally hates that fact about Jonah more than anything, but finds him to be tolerable when they're having normal conversations. Or when Jonah's useful.

also, probably the most controversial hc i have ever, Jonah's taller. sorry, Adam.

Jonah was accepted into BPS when Sarah made Adam get someone else to do the whole alternate-luring stuff with. Jonah solely exists as a replacement in Adam's mind, and maybe a crutch for when he's feeling lonely. Which is rare.

Anyways, onto individuals! Jonah's up first because I have a little less to say.

Jonah.

Jonah, design wise, was supposed to kind of give off the vibe of a wannabe scene or emo kid. His baggy clothes and accessories as well as dyed hair are just because he thinks it looks cool, he doesn't have many other reasons for it. His hair color and general style is sorta similar to his canon counterpart, keeping the same dark to silver gradient as well as the general spiky/side-swept look of it.

Personality wise, he thinks he's hot shit. He's confident and takes everything about as serious as you'd expect him to. He does find the ghost hunting and paranormal stuff a little interesting, but he's mostly just in it for the stories and the money. His parents are pretty rich, with his dad being a lawyer and all, and he has a good dozen of friends outside of BPS. Nothing's keeping him here besides his own interest in the organization.

That doesn't mean he doesn't care about it at all, though! He likes the people there, he likes getting to hang out and feeling cool because he gets to steal and sneak around empty places. It's the kind of rebellious that he always daydreamed about when he was living his completely ordinary, honestly kind of boring old life.

MISC ;

- he's 6'2".

- aroace, never had romantic interest in anyone, never will.

- Lots of scrapes on skin under clothes from just being generally stupid during investigations.

- adhd win

Adam.

If you can't tell by now, Adam's my favorite TMC character. A lot of these headcanons are from way back when vol 2 had just come out, and I'm still somewhat attached to them. Don't mind me being insane.

Design-wise, Adam looks a lot.. softer than Jonah does? He's supposed to have a sort of obviously-fake innocent look, mostly with the wide eyes and rounder shapes used for his hair and face. His hair's dyed in a split style as a reference to the fact that while he's seen as having brown/black hair in the series, he's actually blonde. Same goes for his eyes, which are darker in-series but most people draw him with blue eyes. This isn't the result of contacts or anything, he just naturally has heterochromia. Even before he got taken by Intruder..

Furthering the eye discussion, he may seem like the odd one out when compared to how I draw the other BPS members, and it's mostly to give him a more unsettling appearance in comparison. While the others have simple eyes with flatter eyelids and simpler pupils, his closer resemble how I draw the alternate's eyes, specifically taking inspiration from the eye shape I gave Intruder. Like father, like son, I guess..?

Personality wise, he's far from nice. Or extroverted. He's the opposite of Jonah in every way. He rarely cares for others but still takes everything seriously, even when nobody else around him will, and he's mean by default. He doesn't really process any of his negative emotions in any way besides anger and lashing out. (or isolation, god forbid..) When in a social situation where he's not trying to be a complete asshole, he's just socially awkward. He doesn't have many friends, mostly because he doesn't want any, and he doesn't care enough to try and figure out all of the intricacies of social interaction, often coming off as blunt or uncaring. (Which he usually is, anyways!)

The cross necklace he has isn't there for any religious reasons- In fact, it's just there because he noticed that Alternates tend to be drawn to people who actively practice religion. He wanted to bring them in without devoting any of his time to actually trying to find faith in a god. He's a complete atheist.

..or, is, until Mandela Catalyst..

But we don't need to worry about that!

MISC ;

- 5'10".

- Trans, but not FTM. No, he's just genderless horror to male. It counts to me.

- Also covered in bruises and scratches, mostly from fights or lashing out on inanimate objects.

- Supposedly has/Is Diagnosed with M.A.D.

[deezneezz]

Look, I wish I could spam you and say that I absolutely LOVE your art and how much it inspires me but I don't want to flood you and overwhelm you so I'll keep it short... You are so cool like I love EVERYTHING about it it's so juicy, so pretty, it's Twisted Wonderland and it's SO GOOD. I love how you draw each character and I LOVE how you draw their facial expressions. I swear I would marry your art if I could but I can't and ughhh I said I will keep it short not to overwhem you and I'm so sorry man...

I also have a question. I was wondering who inspires you to create such great art? You are seriously amazing and you artstyle really inspires me... ( *・ω・)ノ

aRGHH... THANK YOU FOR THE SWEETEST COMMENT.... don't hold back i'm so grateful for them ;w;!!!! NEVER APOLOGISE!!

IM GLAD YOU LIKE HOW I DRAW THEM, I always try my hardest to do each of them justice in their own way!!! so i'm very motivated that you like how i draw them ;w;

As for inspiration! uhmm... usually my friends and the community inspires me to draw more. I obviously get very hyperfixated by certain characters and shows, and that will inspire me to draw more! I get fueled by positive feedback, it's like im solar powered, hehehe.... Unless you meant like art style wise, in which case i wouldn't be able to give you like a concrete answer besides being influenced by all my amazing art friends... I used to read a lot of european comics too like Spirou & Fantasio, Asterix & Obelix, um... in my teens i was very inspired by Bleach.. and I think just disney in general. So maybe that's why TWST is so fun for me to draw! (sorry if that's not what you meant)

[pridayph]

A real life update i guess... Part 1

First, i just want to say thank you to everyone who had visit my blog and liked some of my artworks for really long time.

But second, without my tablet, i afraid that i can't draw anything anymore.

Because third, i started a new job since august 8 and i had to work through weeks and no off days every weekend unlike my last company.

And fourth, I living inside company's dormitary, it mean i can't bring my tablet with me due thief issues and this is also not a privacy place at all, living with 7 people inside one room.

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At the moment i writing this, i having some mental issues and looking for supports.

Since i have to do night shift, i'm basically only allow to go home after 7 am, it was morning already and this is the worst part.

I have to do everything quietly because some of my dormmate who also working at night shift like me are trying to sleep and hate disturbing by any sounds. Once day, i accidently close the door too loud and one of my dormmate said something mostly threaten and violent at my place. I got panic a lot because he really want to beat me right in the place rn, he doesn't mention my name but he said "Little kid" or something, and i believe he talking to me because i already knew i was the one who closed the door too loud and got someone angry even if it was an accident and no harm to anyone.

But half of hour later, he keep talk like that again, i remember i keep stay quiet whole time and not respond to anything he said. But i can't stay quiet anymore because i had to say sorry to him before things getting worst, because this is a public place anyway and everything are not safe here.

Welp, i did say sorry to him. And do you believe what did he say?

"I'm talking to the one on the top".

I'm sitting on bellow of the bed, and there is a guy on the top of the bed (It was two floors bed).

So he doesn't talk like that to me whole time?

So i'm just crying on the bed like that... i though they hate me and want to hit me so bad and i'm was ready to take that. But this is it? He just say he talk to the one on top of me and not me after all and told me "Don't be autism".

I still not trust him, because soon or later he will go after me, because i'm too clumsy enough to get threaten days by days.

And even after that, i still hate this place.

As a person who have been living with physical abuse and mental abuse since middle school, i can't stop thinking about traumas and keep haunting me until now.

My bed are really noisy everytime i sleep on it and peoples near me keep yelling me for no reason every fucking time, they didn't fix it and that's how my bed still my worst nightmare everytime i'm back from work.

You see, i only have 1 year of digital art, and not good enough to do commission, even worst, i have to make money at the age of 30s. I'm looking for another home place near to my company, but expensive and i afraid my salary is only enough to keep me survive a month with nothing left to save. I can't upgrade anything...

Since i'm switched to sketchbook, my drawing became worst and to be honest i can't show anything to you guys yet, it just too ugly and too much chicken sketches, but not became even a shape i want.

So, i hope you guys understand for my situations, i know i suppose not to do this, but i feel my art journey can't grow anywhere, i scare to draw everyday and out of motivations... Because i can't draw for nobody and post them into the void, this is not what i want.

If not because i'm living inside a public dorm, i can grab my tabet and draw anything. But sadly my home is too far away, it just 2 hours from here but most of the time i'm too sleepy and i can't take it anymore. Now i only have a sketchbook which doesn't work so far.

I want to draw, but i only have one sunday, and sometime i don't have sunday at all due overtimes spamming.

I'm sorry...

[bonnymori]

𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐲

Word count: 2760+ (i'll try to keep bigger lengths such as this one!)

Synopsis: You meet a new classmate who's working along Nanami, you think he's fun to be around, it stands the same to him about you. Later, feelings unravel.

Contents/Warnings: (1) Itadori Yuuji x gn!reader (2) FLUFF, TONS OF FLUFF - and some comfort (3) With the small participation of... Ino Takuma!! I really like him too, that's why <33333 (4) This is pretty platonic, but also not? (5) Ending turned sorta cliché... but I liked it u.u

A/N: This boy made me run rampant... to fhe point it's not single attraction anymore I just wish him happiness (smh if only my parents knew...) also next post will be Toji's fic pt. 2! Y'all see the first part is almost reaching 100 kudos????? I'M SO HAPPY EHSODJWKDKSJD- thanks for all the new followers and the support!! <33

Ever since his fake death, Itadori has been training alone with the help of Gojo - and now, he works along a freshly new face, who belongs to a senior, founds out ex-salaryman named Nanami Kento. He's far a thousand times more strict than Gojo. Itadori doesn't really likes the change, because Nanami is a person he can't get along. This whole guy's appearance scream "work 4 life"; he has proved different, now he screams "work is shit - but I gotta do it because others won't".

They've just finished cleansing the outside of a movie theater off a few curses, when Itadori hears shouting from far behind them. Two figures approach, waving excessively. He quickly picks on Nanami's tired sigh beside him.

"Nanami! We figured out you'd be here! Our mission has been finished and we wanted to catch up to have lunch together!" A male clad in a full black outfit shouts, he has brown hair and a beanie on top of his head, looking quite content.

The other person simply trots next to him in silence, approaching with a friendly smile. They notice Itadori faster than the male, smile widening and quickly waving hello, suddenly eager to reach up to them. The gesture makes the pink haired boy perk up, curious to why the other person looked so joyful. His question is easily answered, when they tug on the man's sleeve and motion to him.

"Ino, we have a third buddy!" The dude looks at him with widened eyes. "So nice to meet you, I'm Y/N L/N! It's great to see new faces around!"

Itadori smiles at your energy, knowing already he would click with you very well.

"I'm Ino Takuma, sorry for not noticing you before! Your uniform looks cool." Itadori exchanges a few compliments with Ino, before the man turns to talk with Nanami, leaving him and you together.

"Yes! I'm Sukuna's vessel, Itadori Yuuji-desu! My type of woman is Jenn-"

You turn to him. "So, are you a first year?"

"Geh? Weren't you dead though?!"

"I was!- I am!- Please keep secret."

"Okay!"

"Ahem." Nanami coughs, drawing attention. "I requested you two to not come after me today. Itadori here is the reason why."

"That's no problem, we're very capable of keeping secrets." You threw your arm over Itadori's shoulder, him nodding along with you.

"Oh really, then remember to keep quiet about it. I'll let this slide." The group of students nervously at Nanami's intimidating tone. "But, I'll get to have my break alone."

"Gah!" Ino exclaimed, watching Nanami walk away; he also left the responsability of taking care of Itadori for you two, leaving without a word. "It really had to be today, when Nanami would take us to his favorite bakery..."

"Crybaby." You teased. "Itadori here can't go outside where anyone can see him, he's dead. So, we were to order food either way because he shouldn't be left out."

"Augh okay, it would be unfair."

"So, where are you staying Itadori?"

"At Gojo's state!"

"Whoa, I've never been there before." Ino commented, waiting as you sent a message to Ijichi to pick them up.

"He's my teacher, a very cool one!"

"I imagine! Ooookay, once we get there I'll get the food."

Itadori felt as his chest would burst of excitement, finally there was people around him again, he couldn't be less happy about it.

"Sharing is caring!"

Itadori laughed as you wrestled with Takuma for some fries, netflix long forgotten in the background, as watching the banter was way more entertaining. Most of the time, Ino rambled a lot about Nanami, while he rambled a lot about Gojo. The guy even showed him the cool scar under his beanie. He felt kinda upset after explaining the exchange was just temporary, his stay under Nanami's wing wasn't decisive, and therefore, he was more like a classmate than a partner.

Itadori also learned a lot about you. He was surprised to find out that you, although energetic, was the one to speak the lesser in conversations. His surprisement grew even bigger when you told him you're a exchange student from Kyoto, arriving Tokyo about the same month as him - thankfully, you were to say for good.

Conversations flowed easily in the air, until a voice from the doorway barged in.

"Yuuji-kun! Don't forget about your lessons! Hi kids! Bye kids!" Gojo said playfully, throwing the familiar punching bear to Itadori before leaving.

"What's this thing?" Ino asked.

"It's to help me control my cursed energy. So while I watch the movies, if I don't charge it with cursed energy it punches me square in the face. I thought I had mastered this thing already, but he insist I keep training with it." Itadori grumbles.

"At least it's cute." You commented, taking a sip of your drink.

"Until it punches you in your face without warning!" The pink haired boy barks.

The talks died down, the three of you eating quietly when another movie is played on the screen. Itadori didn't bother reading the title, it was a plain one about a zombie apocalypse that got him extremely bored, yet he kept watching still so the plushie didn't punch him in the face again; he's been keeping a record since all his last cursed energy training lessons were a sucess to this day. When his head started nodding and eyelids dropping Itadori can't remember well, about fourty five minutes of movie perhaps? Make it fifty, the second slumber took over his body completely.

When he awoke once again, it was near midnight, the clock on the wall told him so. He also noticed a soft and warm surface supporting his head, figures, it's your shoulder he's resting into, he feels an arm around his own shoulders and your cheek placed upon his hair.

"Hey, it's late." You immediately notices he's awake, calling out softly. "You should sleep on your room, or something, better to your spine."

He chuckles when you poke his side. "But I'm comfortable here."

"I'm surprised, you just met me today, and now is sleeping on my shoulder."

"I'm not, that happens often to me."

"Sleeping on people's shoulders?"

"No! Making friends quickly." Itadori likes your gentle warmth, your hug, everything makes him feel at home. "I met two more people before you for two weeks, but they can't see me, because I'm dead."

"So I'll keep you company, that's my new mission."

His eyes widen at that, a oh so little blush covering the tip of his ears.

"For how many time I slept anyway?" He asks.

"About two- no, three hours. You missed two movies, and this one is about to end."

"And you stayed here the whole time?" He motions to your shoulder.

"Yep. That reminds me I gotta pee."

Itadori grumbles, but quickly lifts himself off you, respecting your needs. That gives him some time to look around, he notices Ino is gone, and the plushie sits quietly at the other side of the couch, unmoving.

"Y/N! How did you manage to make it quiet down?" He's beyond bafflet.

"...que."

"What!"

"I said!" You arrive quickly at the doorframe, hands still wet from when you washed them. "I used my innate technique."

"Oh! How is it like?"

"It's kinda funny, gimme a moment." You left to wipe off your hands, coming back in a second. "So, just like Shoko, I produce reverse curse energy, but it's quite different than hers, I can't heal people. That's why we often call it positive energy instead. I can use it to soothe off negative energy, so the bear has no cursed energy right now."

"How does it works on people?" He felt very curious about everything, asking away like a kid.

"Since everyone has negative energy, it just makes you sleepy really. But when it comes to curses it's really practical, I can either weaken it or, if the curse is like grade three or four, I can slap them off existence completely by wiping all their energy." You were naturally proud of having a such versatile power, your own energy swirling with pride around you.

"That sounds amazing! Is it why I fell asleep though?"

"Nah, only if I did it on purpose. I guess you were just tired, hope you don't mind I decided to let you rest today."

"No way, it was a good nap."

You nodded. "By the way, Ino left to attend to a drinking party, he paid for our food."

"Drinking? Is he old?"

"Yeah, he's twenty." You chuckled, already expecting that kind of reaction.

"No way! He looks young just like us!"

"That's totally my reaction after I learned he's twenty!"

After that day, you started visiting Itadori weekly to daily, after exchanging numbers he made a little group with you and Ino, naming it the "Nanami trio". But really, he exchanges more texts with you in private, be them memes, cool images he wish to share, etcetera. Although, Ino wasn't left excluded, he ofter brough his xbox to connect to Itadori's tv room and you all would spend hours playing together; he just didn't spend much time with both of you as much. And that was okay.

For a few days, your connection with Itadori died down when he didn't reply to your texts. They would remain unread for some time, the longest being half a day, until he would spam apologies then move on with the topic. That became a routine until one day when you came over to check on Itadori unnanounced, needin to ease off your worries about the boy, only to find him sobbing in the middle of a hallway, staring ahead and beyond, his back to you.

"Ita-?"

"Egh!" Startled, he scrambled to wipe his eyes, turning to you. "H-hey, um, hi."

"What happened?"

"I- he-" His eyes didn't met yours, knuckles white in a death grip. You notice he has a few bandages thrown over his face and arms. The way his shoulders are drawn, as if he wants to shrink into himself is something you've experienced before.

"Something hard to talk about?"

He nods almost immediately, head still facing down.

"It's alright, come with me." You reach for his hands, grimacing slightly when his forceful grip is now on your hand, yet you don't comment on it. He follows you through the state wordlessly.

You two stop on the same tv room, sitting down on the couch. You then guide his head to your shoulder, gently massaging his scalp with the free hand.

"It's alright."

Those two words are chanted like a prayer for the next half hour, at some point, Itadori twisted his body towards yours and unknowingly caged you between him and the sofa arm. He embraced you with a force you didn't have in you, like he didn't want to lose one another. Painful or not, not a muscle moved on your body. He needed a shoulder to cry on.

Thirty minutes passed like seconds, you peered down only to find the boy confortably napping against your bosom; at some point you just became the cold side of the pillow to him. That's alright. It brings you joy to be the mom friend anyways. So you decided to join the sleepland aswell, arms still secured around his shoulders and the back of his head.

It feels like the nap hasn't been long, though, because you can feel Itadori's grip loosening and therefore, you're awake.

"Sorry if I broke any bones, in advance."

"Wow, and you only warn me now."

He laughs at your comeback, hands still secured around your waist.

"I'm surprised you let me uh, cuddle you for comfort - and sleep. I don't understand it? You just make me sleepy." He rambled, keeping eye contact with you while his head still rests on your chest.

"That's a piece of cake when you have younger siblings who seek for you every night they get a nightmare."

"Does that mean I can come to you again if I have a nightmare?" There it is, his togepi-kirby cutesy face.

"Are you four?"

"That's mean!" Itadori blushed, squeezing you on his arms. "I like the contact. It puts me at ease."

"Mm, do you want to talk about it?"

He gulped. "No, not really."

Your peach haired friend remained silent, and so did you. It seems he doesn't intend in letting you go soon, or he just really forgot to mention it. It gives them time to think, your younger sisted used to do that sometimes, back in Kyoto.

"Y/N, wanna watch anything?"

"Sure, have you watched Parasyte before?"

"No, let's give it a try then!" Itadori glances at the remote, then back at you - making you confused over his hesitation to move. He notices you noticed it, chuckling nervously. "To be honest, I don't wanna let go."

"It's hurting my back."

"SORRY I'M SORRY!" He jumped away from you like a cat would jolt away from a cucumber, making you snicker.

"It's okay, I just wanted to change positions."

And to tease you, but he didn't need to know that part.

He glared at you with a small pout, typing the initials of Parasyte on the search bar. Outside his line of vision, you were grinning like a idiot, his sweeteness took a tow on you. All the people of Tokyo you met really held a way different spirit from your classmates in Kyoto, Itadori being the nicest of all. It's surprising him being Sukuna's vessel to begin with; being honest, you felt drawn by it.

"Y/N, it's startiiiiing." He cut your daydreaming short, slumping on your side and propping his head on your shoulder.

"This again?" You throw an arm around his shoulders, very much like the first time he cuddled himself on you.

"Don't blame me, you're the one who wanted to change positions. Guess I'll just make some alterations since I'm awake this time!" One of his arms went behind your back and circled your waist, hand resting at your hip.

"It's definely different, since the other time you drooled on me."

"Hhgh, okay okay! Let me enjoy this." For perhaps the actual first time, you're able to watch without exchanging words with one another.

And this time, it's you who's head loll to the side, nose buried on his soft rose perfumed hair. Itadori doesn't comment on it yet, his free hand moves under your legs to lift your whole body up efortlessly when he senses you have fallen asleep.

"I remember you said it's bad for my spine, I wouldn't mind it... yours however."

The boy makes a beeline to the guest room, he sighs when there is no choice but open the door with his foot. Inside, he places you carefully in the soft bed.

Before he could leave, a hand reaches up for his sleeve.

"Itadori," He turned, looking at you. "Make me company?"

He giggles softly - you think it sounds like a highschool girl. "You should start calling me by my first name!" Itadori rambles as he climbs on the bed, arms wrapping around your waist in a motion you're familiar with.

"Yuuji, I'm tired, let me sleep."

"But I wanna talk more..." He pouts. "Also, are we, um, dating?"

You wriggle around, bringing his head down to peck on his forehead, teasing. "Correction, I want to date you."

"Uh, oh." A blush coats his face so quickly, you'd say someone dumped a bucket of red paint on his face.

"Is that a no?"

"No!"

"So it is a no."

"Christ, will you stop teasing for a second, I'm trying to talk here." He makes an angry version of his togepi-kirby face, you can't help but grin.

"You amuse me, but okay. I'll do it for you."

"Thanks." He blinks, the blush slowly fading away. "You know, I lied, not about the contact, I like the contact nonetheless-"

His hand moves to play with yours, such as tapping his tips against yours, or meassuring the palms.

"-it's you who brings me comfort."

It's also your turn to blush, that line was seriously charming.

"Yeah."

"Yeah?"

"Yes, we're dating now." You respond, a little eagerly. "Can I kiss you?"

"Please."

This is the best person I could ask for, Itadori thinks, keeping his eyes open as yours shut during the kiss, whom I won't change for anything else in this world.

When you both separate, Itadori feels drowsy and sleepy. His face fits perfectly on your shoulder as always.

"Goodnight, my favorite person."

[dailysaeran]

So, what's in the future?

God I've been so busy actually playing the After Ending that I nearly forgot I promised to post an update about this blog's future oOPS I'm so sorry😔 The AE has been an experience so far and ofc I won't give out any spoilers other than that it's keeping me VERY busy.

I'm still in shock that this thing succeeded and I'm still very thankful to the people who were here with me👉👈💖

Like I said in uhh the post I made on the announcement day, I have around 100 drawings of him "in stock" still that I haven't posted yet.

I also talked about the two possible options for this blog's future.

And now I've made my decision.

The overwhelming majority of people were more into the 1st idea, which was to keep posting somewhat daily but also reblog others' Saeran related content from time to time. And that option also feels better for me too.

So that's what I'll do!

But like I said, there are ~100 drawings I'll still have to post here. But I think I'll already start mixing it with some reblogged content? That idea feels,,,comfy.

Oh and I also decided that it might not be just one post a day, but I also won't start spamming. It's gonna be a lot more random, sometimes it'll be one post a day and sometimes maybe three, but not something like 15 lolol

Oh, and the day counter will disappear, since its purpose has been fulfilled. I didn't think I'd actually get to say that😭 But after 453 days it's finally time, and from now on the posts won't include a day counter.

So yeah, that should be everything! Though I feel like I forgot to mention something but I'm still so emotional about the AE that I genuinely cannot think straight hNDHDHSHS but heyyy

TLDR: I'll keep posting daily, but sometimes I'll mix it up with reposts, so it won't always be my own drawings. The day counter will also not continue.

Thank you for reading and thank you for all the support this blog has had along the way!!😭💕💖 And also, remember to stay safe from spoilers!!

[chaoslynx]

What future fics/events can we expect to see? Every time I check the AshEiji tags on AO3, you're works always pop up on the first page. It's like you have endless content for Banana Fish lol

my Banana Fish fan content plans!

Oh my gosh, so first of all, I am SO sorry for always spamming ao3. I truly do feel bad for posting so much since it's a lot harder to like ... block authors on ao3 than on social media?

BUT to answer your question!! Here's a few of the potential things I have planned for this fandom 🥰 Can't promise they'll all happen, but this is everything on my list.

multi chapter fic plans

model and photographer au -- Ash is a model at an agency Dino owns, and Eiji is a contract photographer. Split asheiji POV! Shorter is Ash's makeup artist and Sing is his assistant. Yut-Lung is another model at the agency and is pissed at Ash for always sabotaging him and never giving anyone else a chance to climb the ranks. Jessica is a fashion reporter (supposedly at least)! I'm about 12 chapters into this one, so I'll probably start posting it this week!

coffee shop au -- don't get your hopes up; this one is angsty too. Eiji is a barista at a 24/7 coffee shop! Ash winds up there at 3am one day after running away from Dino. I'm about 11 chapters into this one I think? but it's on hold right now :(

angel of death au -- very much a wip; everything here may change. Only about two chapters into this one! Shorasheiji end game! [murder cw for the rest of this summary.] Basically established asheiji; Eiji dies in the first chapter, and angel of death Shorter comes to escort him to the afterlife. Ash, however starts uhhh killing everyone who had to do with Eiji's death to get revenge, AND when Shorter shows up to try to escort Ash's victims to the afterlife, Ash keeps trying to bargain with Shorter to get Eiji back. Anyway they all fall in love by the end 🥰

romeo and juliet au -- haven't actually started this one yet, but 👀 right???

non-silly vampire au -- because you all requested it lol

oneshot fic plans

these are all a lot more vague, and none of them have been started yet!

more romantic shroash in addition to my usual platonic shorash -- specifically thinking some precanon established shorash hurt/comfort

stuff with everyone trying to talk to Ash after Shorter dies. Exploration of grief. Discussion of Shorter and Griff from Ash POV

Kong/Bones fic! Maybe something about when Bones joins Ash's gang. Probably going to have Bones be a trans man and clinging onto Kong as like the "how to be a guy" friend lol

disordered eating fic (again. want to do it better this time)

thinking about MAYBE doing a fic exploring sh/suicidal ideation with the bfish characters. I know I did this with Water but I want to do it in canonverse!

wanna get back to my roots with Ash trying to come onto people for the wrong reasons again

drawing plans

I want to go back to my doodles for each episode!

asheiji "no pickles" meme (guess who's who lol)

more emojis for Discord pals!

finish that darn animatic (or give up and post the first half of the song)

something of the gang!

lots of background practice; maybe a whole "series" of pre-canon asheiji in various locations around their hometowns

Jess and Michael ...

I want to draw my own Banana Fisht tattoo so I can get one!

animation of asheiji kissing hehe

events???

Tell me about events and I will join them if I'm interested and have time!! All I have planned right now is like one Instagram dtiys I think? I'd also like to maybe do some more art and fic collabs with people in the future!

Ask Me Anything!

[sukumen]

YEEEEES i'm glad u like it 👀like can u imagine how elated he is to have her FINALLY look at him after yearning for a thousand years and having to pick up the pieces of her twisted relationship with sukuna during their first life? because she was probably hurting all the time struggling between loving sukuna and being obligated to fight him. imagine they were best friends so she cries into his arms and bares her soul but he couldn't!! do anything!! except comfort her bc her heart wasn't his!! 🥴

ok back AGAIN bc i deadass have been thinking abt a reincarnated sorceress / gojo / sukuna for DAYS so when i saw u drop those drabbles i was like oh my god someone to talk to jakdslfjs 🤪but i always thought about how sukuna probs used to be a rlly powerful sorcerer who turned into a curse?? like maybe a group of humans hurt the reader and he just got so pissed he cursified himself which is y the reader's gotta exorcise her husband now 😔at one point i was like "lmao what if she's pregnant too"

like sami imagine hotshot sorcerer!sukuna and michizane (it's what i've taken to calling pre-reincarnation gojo 👀) competing over our sweetheart priestess in their og lives and how that translates to pettiness in their current lives lmaooo. plus the outfits from that time (~heian era) are so pretty, the three of them paint such a lovely picture!! anyways more angst: sukuna and the priestess never being able to fight 100% against each other bc "fuck that's my wife/husband" SORRY for the spam 💋

omg don’t worry at all about the spam, i’m living! i have so many thoughts about this highkey, so i’m just going to ramble haha. read more for slight spoilers!

ok i’ve always been so curious about sukuna’s origin story; all we know at this point obvi is that he was a human sorcerer originally, so i’m right there with you re: some major turning point between that and him being a curse. and i think it would provide some valid background for why reader, as a priestess at that time, would even be around him enough to fall in love. like god can you imagine them having the type of dynamic that gojou, getou, and ieiri had in school? a trio growing up and realizing their powers for good side by side until one strays?

michizane and sukuna don’t necessarily like each other, but there’s a clear respect for each other’s power and skill. the real glue keeping them together, though, is the reader who’s been in both of their lives as long as they can remember and is the only other sorcerer around that rivals their skill.

they’ve both loved you for as long as they can remember too, but there’s always been something about sukuna in particular. he’s rougher around the edges, and is more inclined to make you mad than michizane is (you have that regal upbringing to thank for that), but for every argument, there’s a tender touch. For every eye roll, there’s a longing glance.

you’re so caught up in his that you never notice the ones from michizane too.

your relationship isn’t really a surprise. nor is the engagement or pregnancy announcement that follows. it causes a lot of stir all the same though - two of the most powerful sorcerers coming together is bound to send ripples in friendly and enemy circles alike.

unfortunately for you, the returning tide is too fast for you to see coming.

can you imagine if it wasn’t even curses that attacked you? but cursed users of a different sorcerer faction trying to break your union because the two of you together would ruin any plans they had for taking over the jujutsu world?

you manage to survive the attack, but your unborn child does not and the loss sends you both in a spiral. with everything you know about how curses are created, you do a good job of accepting the loss without denying yourself a period of mourning. sukuna, on the other hand, just...spirals. He can’t see you sad, hurt without feeling rage --- add to that the loss of a baby and you get hatred, fury, bloodlust.

he becomes so obsessed with revenge and retribution that he slips further and further away until he’s gone altogether. 

he swears he’s doing everything he is for you though - this crusade against jujutsu sorcerers. he tells himself it’s the only way you can be happy together, the only way he can know for sure that no one else will hurt you: to kill them all.

and even when you plead with him otherwise, he has his mind set. he will not stand down.

shift gears and that’s where you get you and michizane growing closer in this rough time - you crying to him about how to draw sukuna back from the edge (though, really, he’s already long past it). He doesn’t say it out of care and love for you, but he can’t understand why you’re even trying anymore. it’s like an unspoken agreement that sukuna has to be stopped before he ruins the world as you all know it.

but you just don’t agree. you know the man you love and you know his motivations - you think he can still be helped. 

which just makes it so upsetting that in the end, the war Sukuna starts is what kills you --- and that he has to be the one to take that light out of your eyes. :(

[mantra4ia]

Trixstar Imagine Fanfiction: "Three Times The Charm"

By mantra4ia. August 1st 2020. Cross posted to AO3.

One of the most aggravating things about hell was that Lucifer could still hear prayers. Like a soundproof room with a squeaky fan. Like a 'no smoking' sign on your cigarette break. Like listening to Alanis Morissette unironically. God's final joke, Lucifer lamented, was that deep in the bowels of exile was just enough awful celestial Wi-Fi to get the spam — prayers to other celestials of which he only caught the static, or pleas to the big man himself — like the bleed-over on an AM/FM radio. Which was why, when Lucifer finally heard a prayer loud and clear with the volume turned up to 11, it nearly knocked him off his thrown. It had been so long since anyone had prayed directly to him, not in jest, or begging for a favor, but earnestly and with fervor that at first it gave him a migraine. He could hardly hear the words let alone distinguish the voice behind them, until at last he was able to tune in to someone achingly familiar.

"Hey Lucifer, it's me."

Trixie, you little hellion, is it really you?!

"it's Trixie. I'm not sure whether you'll remember me. It's been a while."

You have no idea...but of course I remember you mini-Decker, don't be silly.

"Maybe you think I'm still pet sized. Well I'm not anymore."

I promise you, those remarks had nothing to do with your stature and everything to do with your intelligence, and possibly also your penchant to devour snack cakes, small human. But I admit I was wrong Trixie, you're smart and clever. It was then that the epiphany struck Lucifer: why and how was she praying to him at all?

"I bet you're wondering why I called you on the long distance prayer line. At first I thought maybe I would hear your voice answer me back, but I guess this will have to do. You see Lucifer, I may have lied to you, and I know you are not going to like that, but I hope it doesn't keep you away forever."

What? He took flight from his throne and down to lowest depth of hell scape, trying without success to fully find his footing among the chasms, his knees imperceptibly shaking —though he knew not why — while his feet took hold of him though he knew not where to. As if beckoned by the siren sound of her voice, he made his way through the winding onyx labrynth, turning where her voice waned and proceeding again where it renewed in strength.

"Because I didn't lie-outright-lie. I just didn't tell the whole truth. I've always known you were an angel, like your brother Amenadiel. Just that you live in different places. I wrote a whole bunch of letters over the years, but the post office told me Hell wasn't a valid address, and eventually they started making fun of me behind my back for not having enough postage."

Well you should have tried sending it via the DMV. Honestly, Beatrice, I have any number of portals there. A whole network really.

"Anyway, I figure where you are it might be lonely, so I guess this is as good a time as any to catch up."

Out with it then, what's the sitch child?

"I just started driving lessons, although they're not as good as yours." That's my girl. "And Charlie's doing great, he started playing soccer." Please don't tell me Linda had him play keeper to keep an eye out for infant angel powers. "He's the goalie." Christ, I bet she put him in a helmet too. "I was mad at him for a long time, I know he's only little, but I was angry that he couldn't remember you like I remember you. He even asked me if you were my imaginary friend." Does he really not remember his Uncle Lucifer? "I know, kids are dumb. But I'm not mad anymore. I drew him a picture of you in my art class...and my detention after I didn't do the actual assignment in art class, but still-lifes of fruit are boring. It doesn't look like my old drawings on the refrigerator from the last time you were here, if that's what you're worried about. And it's better than Amenadiel's stick figure drawings. If I'm being honest, I wanted to make sure I remembered you too. Maybe one day you can tell me what you think. My teacher Mrs. Fissner says it's very good. Disturbing but good. She may have sent me to see the social worker. Mom misses you. I miss you too. Listen Lucifer, I'm sorry I didn't reach out sooner but...never mind, I guess that's all for now...."

No, Trixie. You're the first human voice I've heard in a thousand years who isn't begging for mercy. Don't, please, Lucifer pleaded.

"It's just that I don't really believe in prayers. I mean, I think they're kind of stupid..."

You're preaching to the choir Trix. I couldn't agree more, this rare instance being a timely exception.

"...because people somehow find a way to make it all about them, and what they want, when they should really be listening."

Oh damnation, don't tell me you've turned into a theological scholar, or did Amenadiel put you up to this? Fess up. Could you sound anymore like your mum, you're the second oldest young person I know. Where is the Beatrice who could extort people for cash, lay waste to my flat in a single pirouette, and inhale chocolate like I inhale controlled substances? A haunting thought ghosted over Lucifer's nostalgia. Did I miss all your formative years?

"And I don't want to do that, because I don't want to torture you."

Lucifer's step faltered as he slid to the ground against the ravine walls, at last overwhelmed by the whole absurd, miraculous encounter. All the days upon days he'd spent torturing souls without missing a beat, and Trixie was worried about torturing him? About how her struggles might affect him? His chin sank to his chest, and Lucifer cried.

"Mom didn't tell me you went back to hell, because she doesn't know that I believe you when you said you're the devil, but she did tell me that it's important and that in your new job a lot depends on you. I didn't want to hurt you by asking you to come back when I know that you can't. But this life is really important too Lucifer, and...it's mom. She's got a new friend."

So that's it, Lucifer thought in resignation, that's why she's praying.

"I feel lost between them. So I asked God to send me an angel, the nicest angel he had."

You've got to be kidding me? Is that what I am now sloppy seconds, I'm not even first on the prayer chain!

"Except I'm pretty sure I already used up that prayer when he sent me you."

Lucifer's din of thoughts fell into silence as he hauled himself up to full stature, trying to pull himself together. I can't help you Trixie, your mom deserves to be happy. Chloe deserves to share her life with someone who makes her feel as special as she really is. And God help me, I can't believe I'm saying this, but it would help if you showed her a little grace.

"So I was hoping Lucifer, that you could please come back and show my mom this isn't the right guy for her. I know you're the only one who can."

Not if it puts you both in harm's way, Lucifer said, knowing that his words would never reach her, and that her prayer like a billion others before would float away unrequited.

"If you can't help me, please help her."

Lucifer stopped cold. Why would the detective need my help?

"I told you, Lucifer. I need you to understand that I've always known what you look like. More than that, I need you to know I've always understood who you are. So that you'll believe me when I say I know that my mom's friend, the one that looks like you, isn't really you."

It was only then that Lucifer realized the wall he'd braced against was not a stone cliff, but a gate. He did not waste a moment eviscerating the lock.

Trixie had searched for Lucifer once, in his mortal abode at Lux.

She'd found him again within his personal den of iniquity without batting an eye.

Little did she realize that even in the lowest depths of hell she could reach him. Dad's blessings, it seems, run in the family.

Third time's the Trix. You're right urchin. It's time to go home.

***21 days of Lucifer Countdown: 21 days until season five. New content daily***

[luffysmeat]

More artist [Name]-san to clean our souls! 💕 I hope you enjoy this! I'm sorry for the long wait! And I'm also sorry because I'm gonna make headcanons instead of scenarios! I hope you don't mind too much! (This one got a bit longer than expected! Sorry for the spam!)

Kidd

It's hard to be an artist.

You always have the need to draw certain people or certain objects because they are appealing to your eyes.

One of those certain people is none other than your captain: Eustass Kidd.

Kidd is fierce. You know that. Even as a lover he's rather the violent, possessive and dominant type.

People usually try to stay away from him, always scowling and looking as he's about to murder the neext person that looks at him.

But, even when you know that, to you... He's a masterpiece.

Your fingers always itch to make a painting or even just a quick drawing of him, from the very first moment you ever land an eye on him.

You can easily ask him, really, but knowing him, he'd say no and that would upset you quite a lot... So you don't risk it, even though...

"You're staring again." ... You always find yourself doing exactly that, staring at him and being exposed by Killer.

You can't really blame yourself. The mere existence of Kidd is enough to have you wanting make a painting of him, so now that he's working out right in front of you... It's really hard not to stare.

His muscles tensing and stretching with each of his movements as he beares his teeth a bit, growling softly, reaching his limit already. He's covered in a thin layer of sweat and, really, who the heck allowed him to work out shirtless?

"For God's sake, you are staring again."

You can't help but laugh, your cheeks burning bright red. "I'm sorry. I really, really want to draw him."

"Don't you have thousands of drawings?"

"I do, but they're just quick sketches, I want to make a painting... Do you think he'd be happy to know that?"

Killer hums, looking at his captain who's suddenly screaming to a poor guy that stepped too close to him while he was doing push-ups.

"No," he simply says and you bark out a laugh, flushing when Kidd looks up at you with narrowed eyes.

Maybe he's right...

However, later that day, when everyone settled down to their respective quarters and you sneaked into the captain's chambers claiming that you were cold, (not after he growled and scolded you while be opened the door for you and threw like three covers to the bed), you thought that it was the time to actually ask him!

So, as you watched him sitting in front of his desk, ("warm yourself up! I gotta finish this first!"), checking on some reports... You know that you really love your lover...

From his protective and fierce side to his always-angry-face, however, you loved him in this state even more: his features relaxed as he reads down on some documents, his hair down and his head free of those goggles of his. He's even wearing a simple long sleeved shirt that wraps around his muscles, his reading glasses sitting gracefully on the bridge of his nose.

He looks ethereal and you immediately reach down for your drawing materials, (which you keep in the last drawer of his bedside table), and place yourself in bed.

"Captain?"

"Hmm?" His hum sounds more like a growl and you laugh.

"Captain, can I make a painting of you?"

He looks up at you, his eyes squinting, "what?"

"I'm sure you heard me."

"I heard you," he snaps back. "But I'm asking why are you such an idiot." You laugh at his words.

"Don't be scared, captain. You'll look even better in my painting."

"Scared?! Who is scared? And even better, is that even possible?" You roll your eyes. "Do whatever you want. I don't care and stop talking, I'm busy right now."

"Is that a yes?"

"[Name]..."

"Thank you captain!" You giggle, quickly pulling out everything, from pencils to brushes and acrylics; placing everything on the bed as carefully as you can. "I know," you say, hearing him open his mouth to speak. "You'll snap my neck if I mess up with your precious bed."

He growls again, but he refrains from saying anything else, coming back to his report.

You don't say anything else, either, as you place the sketchbook into your lap and as soon as you find a clean sheet, you start to trace his form with a light pencil, sketching him easily, thanks to all the practice. Your eyes do not linger on his body, you know by memory each curve, dip and sharp bone on his body.

So it doesn't take long before you start with the actual painting, brushing on your canvas quickly and not noticing that Kidd was looking at you with the softest of looks he can even master.

He makes sure to quickly look down at his paperwork when you look up at him, frowning and pursing his lips a bit.

After a few minutes, he's too engrossed in his work and you are aswell, so when the clock marks 2 am and his back already feels stiff and his eyeslids heavy, he's ready to call it a day and wrap up his work to finally lay down in bed... But he sees you there...

"Oi, I want to sleep already, how much time is gonna-

"I'm done!" You say excitedly, there are actual tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. You really did it! You really made a painting of Eustass Kidd! What a nice moment to be al-

"Let me see it."

"E-Eh?"

He raises an eyebrow. "Let me see it, you said I'd look better in your painting that in real life, so let me see how good I look."

Now maybe you have a big mouth, it's true that the painting was good... But Kidd couldn't get any more good-looking... Is not natural... You show him, regardless and he's speechless.

"It's..." He says, getting up from his chair and walking towards you, snatching the painting out of your hands. He studies it carefully, his eyes are wide and his mouth slightly open. "It's..." He looks at you and bites down his tongue, you are looking at him with such a gleam in your eyes! Stop! "It's... Not bad."

"Aah! Really? Do you like it? You can't keep it!"

"Like it? I've seen better! I'm sure you can improve! Unbelievable! You were bragging all around and..." He slowly shuts his mouth as he actually looks for a place to put the drawing. It end ups in a drawer on his desk... A drawer that he very much use it all the time.

That's more than you can ask from Kidd. "I'm glad you liked it, captain."

"... Move, let's sleep now. I'll kill you if you still the blankets."

Killer

He loves looking at you while you are drawing.

He has told you plenty of times that he loves how lovely you look and how adorable are certain things that you unconsciously do when you are too focused.

He has also asked you plenty of times if he can see your art and you answer is always the same:

"O-oh, it's not that great!"

With that little stuttering and all, but he knows you are is great because you do sometimes share a drawing of painting to him.

But you really don't want to show him the rest of your art because... He's in most of it!

He's there eating, training, fighting, even just breathing! You are just too embarrassed to actually show him that!

What if he thinks you are stalking him? ... Even though he's your lover is still very embarrassing.

The less he knows, the better... However, one night when you got quite a few drinks on you and he was taking you back to your room, you just couldn't keep your mouth shut.

"I love you," you say over and over again as he walked you to the room and placed you in bed.

"I love you too."

"And you are very hot." That caught him a bit off guard as he tried to pull your hair in a bun. "That's why I can't stop drawing you."

"... What?"

You giggle like a maniac. "That's the reason I don't let you look at my drawings! They're all you! Every single one."

He's blushing juuust a bit as he puts his mask off. "Every single one?"

"Mhmm," you nod. "Every single one... I actually want to make a painting of you!"

"... Do it."

"Really?" He nods and you smile widely. "Then I will... But right now I'm sleepy, so goodnight, I love you see you..."

You fell asleep in seconds, losing a small smile on Killer's lips and a kiss on your forehead.

But that's okay because you are way too embarrassed the next morning.

You actually just exposed yourself while drunk, huh? Great! Just great, now he will think that You-

And then you remember, he actually said you could make a painting of him!

You look at your side, Killer is still asleep, so you silently gather all your art stuff and get to work immediately.

You don't feel time passing until Killer started to wake up, groaning softly like he always does and making you giggle.

He looks at you right away, surprised to see you up, sitting on the bed. "Morning. Why are you awake? How are you feeling?"

You smile at him. "Good morning. I'm good, thank you for taking care of me. And I was... Just finishing your painting."

He wakes up fully right away and sits up, looking at you with slightly wide eyes. You giggle, placing a hand on his cheek. "You are so beautiful. Thank you for letting me do this."

He leans in your touch and nods as you lend him the still fresh painting. He widens his eyes slightly.

"This is..."

"You looked so paceful, I couldn't resist painting you like this. I... Wanted a painting of you without your mask, though, I'm sorry."

He looks at the painting for minutes before he finally puts it down and and holds you between his arms.

"Thank you. I love it. I'll keep it forever."

You smile widely, embracing him back. "I love you."

"I love you too."

"Oh, let me clean this up, I'm gonna ruin the sheets aga- oh, nevermind."

He laughs and you feel in heaven.

Baby 5

"Are you drawing again, [Name]?"

You jump out of your skin, quickly closing the sketch book in front of you.

"B-Baby 5-san, you scared me."

Baby 5 squeaks and apologizes like crazy, nearly crying in the spot.

"A-ah! It's fine! It's fine! It's not your fault!" You chuckle, holding her hands between yours. "I am not angry," you say smiling at her.

She lets out a long sigh, holding your hands back. "W-what are you drawing so focused?" She asks shyly, widening her eyes when your cheeks turn bright red. "Oh?"

"It's- it's nothing bad! It's just... It's just..." You let go of her hands to cover your face. "I really want to draw Baby 5-san... But I'm not sure if-

"You- y-y-y-y-you want to draw me?" She grabs your shoulders, shaking you a bit.

"Y-Yeah, Baby 5-san is really beautiful and I want to make a painting... For you..."

Baby 5 looks at you for like one second before she actually starts crying, hugging you tightly. "B-Baby 5-san, don't cry please! Did I upset you?" You hug her back, but she grabs you by the shoulder again, shaking you until you feel dizzy.

"Y-You didn't upset me! I'm happy! Stop being so stupid! But you are not stupid! I'm sorry for saying that!" You hold her back, trying to stop her shaking you as you giggle.

"Then, is that a yes? Can I make a painting of you?"

"Yes, you can! Dammit!"

You really don't ask her to make any pose for you, you only need to see her around and about to catch all of figure.

She gets a bit nervous, though, because you are following her around and also get a bit worried because she sees you holding all of your stuff everywhere you go.

She cries a bit when you accidentally let one of your acrylics fall, messing up the floor.

"I've finished," you say that night when both of you are back into your quarters. "It's still a bit fresh, so please be careful with your fingers- Oh," you whisper, hiding the painting behind your back. "D-Do you want to look at it?"

"What? Yes, of course I want to!"

You smile shyly at her, and slowly show your painting.

She cries and you laugh a bit.

"Now now, you've been crying a lot today. Is it that bad, Baby 5-san?"

She hits your arm, making you laugh. "Don't be silly! I love it! It's... It's so pretty! No one has... Has ever made something like this for me. I- I-

You hug her tightly, kissing her cheek. "You are my beautiful girlfriend, of course I would make something just as beautiful as you. I love you."

She sobs and leans in to kiss you. You hum, holding her face between your hands as you kiss her back.

Lola

"Lo-Lola-san!" You giggle, trapped between her arms as she covers your face with kisses. "S-stop!" Your cheeks are bright red, Lola only squeezing you tighter in her embrace.

"What do you mean stop?" She asks, actually stopping to look at you. "You expect me to just sit there and say 'okay' when you ask me to make a painting of me?! Impossible!"

"I-If you are kissing me like this, I will not be able to actually do the painting!" She hums, kissing you one more time before she lets go of you.

"After you are finished with the painting, please marry me, [Name]," she says seriously, holding your hand between hers.

You giggle shyly. "I already said that I will marry you, now let me get my stuff ready, okay?"

Lola is usually very composed, but, as soon as you asked her if you could make a painting of her, she nearly cried, screaming and throwing hearts and flowers everywhere and even using that funny voice of hers when she feels too "enamored".

"How should I pose for you, [Name]?"

"I heard you saying that you have to take care of some paperwork, you can do that while I work on your painting!"

You laugh nearly all your painting session.

Everytime you look up at Lola, she's in a different pose, each pose more dramatic than the last.

She even asks you to stop laughing because "you're gonna ruin my painting, [Name]!"

"I will not ruin it if you stop doing such poses!"

She eventually stopped, not because she wanted to, but because she got a bit occupied with her paperwork.

Now that your laughter died on, you worked faster and in a couple of hours, you were sighing and stretching your arms up.

"Lola-san, I've finished!"

She literally jumps out of her seat and runs to you in a blink of an eye.

She gasps as she looks at the painting. She's not sitting just sitting formally in front of her desk, she is actually in one of her silly poses, showing her big smile and the warm eyes he looks at you with, her cheeks flushed slightly and it's just-

"[Name], it's beautiful!"

"That's because you are beautiful, Lola-san!" She looks at you with teary eyes. "You are the one in the painting, so of course it is beautiful, just like you!"

She lets out a cry and wraps you in another tight hug, even lifting you a bit.

"Thank you, [Name]! I love you so much!" She cries as she gives you another round of endless kisses.

"I love you too, Lola-san!" You answer giggling and hugging her just as tight.

[fissart]

Old art done back in December/January, but still Valid.

Some drawings of my babiesssss!!!

I apologise I've been off for a while, a mixture because my computer was bust for a long while and because I keep forgetting to upload here on Tumblr!

But hello I'm back *dramatic gestures* and these are my ugly, troubled children. They're from some books I've been writing for the past three years, called "The Thorvendor Chronicles" (or just TTC).

On every other social media I have, I'm none stop talking about them, but I've realised I left my lovely Tumblr folk in the dark about my babes.

So here they are, I'll give a general view of who my babes are and talk about them more in later posts (because BOY HAVE I PAINTED A LOT SINCE Y'ALL LAST SAW, IM SORRY IF I SPAM!)

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So what is TTC about you ask? Well it's a gothic, fantasy, period drama, in which my band of misfits get themselves into all sorts of trouble, in the world Andium.

Introductions! (This is spoiler free, so if I'm talking about some characters back stories and not others, its because I don't want to spoil anything). ^^ enjoy.

Fabian, he's 35 year old Henvro (a species of my design, I'll ramble about them later) and my main character in TTC, he is the head of the royal guards in the human capital city of Novian, which means he controls majority of the human empires military. He is a kind and reserved man, who works hard and is polite to everyone he meets. He's a bit of a lonely fellow, on account of his slightly awkward demeanor when in social situations, annnndddd the fact that his appearance, being a Henvro, is off putting to them racist humans and other species that reside in the city. So, as a result he lives alone in his humble town house near the city centre.

Arwen, at 28 years old, he is second in command of the royal guards and partner to Fabian in the military, unlike Fabian, he is an actual celebrity, an icon for fashion, and freedom of speech, and considered far ahead of his time. He is a celebrity of questionable origin, however, rumoured to have got his first fame "performing" in night clubs as an entertainer, the loud, confident and an intelligent individual is always the centre of attention, and if he isn't? Well, he will do anything in his power to make sure it is!

Phoebe, is 26 years old and is currently in training to be a field nurse in the army, she's a obnoxious, hyperactive, selfish young women who thinks little of others feelings. Close friends with Fabian and Arwen the three spend a lot of time together off duty, both boys becoming well acquainted with her eccentric lifestyle and spoilt brat behaviour.

Kayla, a stern and cold women, with a very masculine presence, also of the age of 26, is both Phoebe's boss and soon to be, sister in law. Kayla is an incredibly intelligent and logical individual, who waltzed her way to the top of the medical field and became the first female doctor in Novian at the age of 20, being stationed as assistant to Sir Welth, a Doctor who ran the royal academy of science and magicology, her thirst to learn about the field of medicine, surgery and alchemy was all quenched by his side. But upon Doctor Welths death, he requested for the young Kayla to take his position as head of the Royal academy and hospital. Followed by some uproar and discourse about it, everyone eventually approved of her being stationed as the head of the academy and hospital. Few years on, through the struggle, she had earned the respect and recognition she deserves, through her professional and reserved attitude, her workaholic life style finally payed off, but at the unfortunate price of her social life and lack of any kind of companionship.

Kayrus, he is 28 years old, older brother to Kayla and Phoebe's fiancé, he works as a barber surgeon in the slums of the capital city, unlike his qualified and knowledgeable little sister, Kayrus is a self taught surgeon (and Barber) who owns a practice with his assistant, Neo. Kayrus is a large, generally quiet man, who naturally has an intimidating presence. Cursed with terrifying, unpredictable mood swings, it's left him the nasty reputation of being "unstable" and said to be a perfect candidate for the mad house, but anybody who actually knows him, knows that's not the case, he's a caring, sickly, man with a passionate heart for both his fiancé and for the love of the arts. He takes his work seriously and lives frugally with Neo, away from the glitz and glamour of the centre of the capital.

Neo, a frail human who's 24 years old, living with their master Kayrus. Neo tends to say very little and enjoys to just observe others, very emotional and what they lack with intelligence they make up for in their streetwise behaviour. Working as Kayrus sister is the practice, their job is to clean the instruments and tools, dispose of any limbs that are amputated (or a body if a surgery goes wrong) and or keep everything as orderly as possible for Kayrus if not being his delivery and errand runner.

Raymond, at 39 years old, a doctor and assistant to Kayla, he is a very friendly man by nature. He tends to get on Kayla's nerves a lot as he finds himself rather attached to her... Some might say that he takes romantic interest in her (but believe me, she ain't having it and makes sure things are ALWAYS professional between the two of them and nothing more).

Ava, a cocky young Henvro women at the age of 33, she has no time for anybody and won't hesitate to sass you if she pleases. With a vulgar sense of humour and crude euphemisms, she equals Arwen with inappropriate conversations. With a lively sense of adventure she tends to hang around Fabian when she can, encouraging and teasing him to rebel and have more fun rather than act his usual, mature, self. (He never listens... Sometimes >:3).

Clara, is a sweet young Lady who is only 20 years old, a true image of a Victorian upper class women, well mannered, smartly dressed and obedient.... Sometimes! Her instinct to investigate and explore new environments often gets her into trouble, she struggles to stay put and itches for obscure forms of entertainment, namely with Arwen. Her favourite past time is digging up the deepest and darkest secrets of everyone she encounters, not out of malicious intentions, I assure you, but to simply quench her own curiosity!

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There's a little introduction to my main babies, I draw them a lot and I'm sorry I haven't introduced you all to them properly yet! Considering Ive had Tumblr for about 5 or 6 years, and had these babies for 3 years now, I'm surprised I've never really shared them. But there you have it!

My asks are always open if you have questions about them!!

[sunriseinorbit]

Clumsy Cause I'm Falling In Love

This is my gift for @artisticautistic for the @bnhasummerexchange!! (I couldn’t fit in a lot of krbk but it’s kinda there lol) Enjoy!

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There are times when Midoriya Izuku wishes he could be more like Uraraka Ochako.

Uraraka isn’t shy like Izuku is. When anyone comes into the Kamui Wood Cafe, she’s there to greet them by name if she knows it and with a smile if she doesn’t. She strikes up conversations at the counter and never fails to make people smile.

Izuku just makes the drinks and remains, as always, too nervous to talk to anyone without becoming a stuttering mess.

It's eight o’clock on a normal Thursday night. The busiest part of the evening is over, even though there's another hour until closing. There are a few people at tables across the cafe, laptops out and coffee cups too large for the time of night already half-empty. It's quiet - the chatty people have all left by now and the only people here are the students who have papers due tomorrow.

Uraraka’s chatting with the guy sitting at the table closest to the counter. Apparently, they're in the same calculus class.

Iida’s wiping down the empty tables with almost automatic motions. He moves from one table to the next in seconds, spraying down the table with one hand and wiping it dry with a paper towel with the other.

And Izuku’s putting the finishing touches on a latte behind the counter. He's not good at latte art by any stretch, but he can make a pretty flower at the very least, and that's what he adds to every for-here order.

“Small latte with soy milk, for here!” He calls, sliding the mug down to the end of the counter.

Someone comes up to take the mug with a thank you and a smile. Uraraka probably knows her name, but Izuku doesn't, so he just smiles back and hopes it isn't awkward.

“Hey, Deku!” Uraraka calls from the register. “I'm going to put my music on, can you man the counter if anyone comes in?”

“Y-yeah, I think so!” Izuku calls back, sliding down the counter as Uraraka heads over to the speaker in the corner, phone in hand.

“Wait, are you changing the music?” Iida asks.

“Yes, your smooth jazz is putting me to sleep!” Uraraka laughs. “We still have another hour until closing, I can't last that long!”

“I have other music-”

“Like what?”

As if on cue, the jazz fades into silence and the opening riff of Aerosmith’s “Walk This Way” blasts through the cafe.

“Oh.” Uraraka nods, trying to hold back a giggle. “I see.”

The bell over the door jingles, catching Izuku’s attention. Uraraka’s been away from the counter for thirty seconds, obviously his luck is just bad enough to have someone walk in-

The man walking into the cafe is, to put it bluntly, really really pretty. Izuku has no idea how someone wearing something as plain as black Converse high-tops could look that pretty. He wears black Converse high-tops sometimes and there's no way he could ever look that pretty. Maybe it's the fact that the man’s wearing all black while looking more elegant than emo. That's probably due to the shoes and the black bomber jacket.

But that just makes Izuku notice his hair - red on the left, white on the right, neatly parted down the middle. And his face - there’s a scar over his left eye, but other than that, his skin is smooth and bright. And his eyes - the left blue, the right brown, both colors bold in a way that draws Izuku in like quicksand. And everything else about him.

God, he’s beautiful.

“Hi, welcome to Kamui Wood!” Uraraka shouts from next to the speaker, shooting Izuku a look.

The man nods and walks up to the counter and oh god why does Izuku have to be manning the counter now?

“H-hi, welcome to Kamui Wood, w-what can I get started for you today?” Izuku tries and fails to keep his composure.

“Um, hi.” The man frowns - oh no he thinks Izuku’s weird and they’re going to lose a customer and it’s all his fault - and looks up at the options up on the chalkboard on the back wall. “Can I get a medium mocha?”

“Okay.” Izuku nods, watching Uraraka get back behind the counter out of the corner of his eye. “D-do you want milk or dark chocolate?”

The man pauses in thought. “...Dark.”

“And f-for here or to go?” Izuku asks.

“To go.”

Uraraka whispers something excitedly under her breath, but Izuku has no idea what or why.

“All right, we’ll whip that r-right up!” Izuku grabs a to-go cup and writes down the order, handing the cup to Uraraka.

The man goes to sit down at one of the tables and another customer comes in. The next order is a lot easier for Izuku to take.

“Medium mocha, dark chocolate, to go!” Uraraka singsongs, sliding the drink along the counter. There’s a black Sharpie in her hair that almost falls out as she talks, but she’s clearly trying to keep it hidden.

The man picks it up, looking at the cup with a frown before he turns on his heel and leaves the shop, bell jingling over the door as it slams shut.

Izuku doesn’t make much of it, finishing his shift without much trouble. He helps everyone close up, a little after nine when all the customers have left, and when the doors are locked, he walks home with Uraraka just like he usually does. They both exchange “See you tomorrow”s with Iida as he walks the other way down the sidewalk.

Uraraka has a spring in her step and a smile on her face that she’s obviously trying to hide. She’s seemed happy ever since she made that mocha, and Izuku has no idea why.

“Are you all right?” Izuku asks.

“Fine!” Uraraka flashes him a thumbs-up. “Just glad to be done, that’s all!”

Izuku has the weirdest feeling that she’s lying about that. “You know, you shouldn’t have caffeine so late, you aren’t going to sleep well.”

“It’s not caffeine, Deku!”

“Then what is it?”

“Don’t worry about it!” Uraraka laughs. “Really, if anyone needs caffeine right now, it’s you. Don’t you have a paper due tomorrow?”

“Yeah, but-”

“Did you finish it already?” Uraraka asks, eyes wide.

“No!” Izuku chuckles. “Definitely not. But I’ve outlined the whole thing, I just need to write it.”

“That’s good.”

“Yeah.”

They walk in silence a little longer in the dark, barely encountering anyone on the street. The walk back to their dorm from the cafe isn’t a long one, but it always seems longer when there isn’t anyone around.

When they get inside, they take the stairs instead of the elevator, since Izuku’s room is on the second floor and Uraraka’s is on the third. It’s one more push after standing up for four hours, but it’s doable.

“Well, goodnight!” Uraraka grins. “Good luck on that paper!”

“Thanks.” Izuku smiles back. “See you tomorrow!”

“See you!”

Uraraka heads up the stairs as Izuku walks down the second-floor hallway to his room. He unlocks the door and puts his bag down on his bed before sitting next to it, leaning back against the wall.

He takes his phone out of the front pocket of his backpack for the first time in four hours. There are three texts waiting for him, each one given its own separate blurb on his lockscreen.

The oldest unread message is one from his roommate, Kirishima, who’s on a study date - knowing him, there’s a lot more emphasis on date. The next one is from someone in his chemistry class, asking him what he’s doing for the review.

The last text is from an unknown number, and his first thought is that it’s just spam or a wrong number. Around ninety percent of the time, that’s what it is.

But as soon as he opens the text, he knows this situation definitely falls into the other ten percent.

From: XXXXXXXXXX

9:04 PM

This number was written on my mocha at Kamui Wood, so I thought I’d say hello.

Izuku narrows his eyes at the text, trying to make sense of it, before he realizes what’s going on.

The Sharpie in Uraraka’s hair. The excitement in her voice when she yelled out the order. The smile she couldn’t shake when they were walking home.

Izuku screams into his pillow, extremely glad Kirishima isn’t home right now. He doesn’t know whether to be mad at Uraraka for embarrassing him or thankful for giving him the opportunity to talk to the man from the shop again.

What is he supposed to say? “Hi nice to meet you”? “Well this is awkward”? “I think my friend’s trying to set us up I’m so so so so sorry”? This guy probably doesn’t even know whose number he has. For all he knows, he might think he’s texting Uraraka right now.

Izuku groans. He has to at least sort that out.

To: XXXXXXXXXX

9:17 PM

Yeah hi!

He hits send before he can say anything else he’ll regret. He’s walking on thin ice right now and he knows it; any wrong move could ruin everything. He’ll introduce himself when it feels right.

His phone buzzes and he jumps.

From: XXXXXXXXXX

9:18 PM

Were you at the register?

That was easy.

To: XXXXXXXXXX

9:18 PM

Yeah

Izuku realizes right after hitting send that the guy thinks he wrote his own number on the cup, even though he didn’t. What if he thinks he’s too bold or too obvious or too much? But he can’t clear that up without saying that he didn’t write the number himself but that would make him seem pathetic and why is Uraraka like this-

Another buzz.

From: XXXXXXXXXX

9:18 PM

Oh.

Izuku clutches the phone to his chest and lies back on the bed with a groan. What does that even mean? Is that a positive oh or a negative oh?

From: XXXXXXXXXX

9:19 PM

If you don’t mind, could we talk sometime tomorrow or the next day?

Izuku’s heart cannot handle any of this.

To: XXXXXXXXXX

9:19 PM

Totally, I’m working 5-9 tomorrow so you can stop by anytime!

Every four-hour shift, Izuku gets one fifteen-minute break. Is fifteen minutes enough to sort something like this out? He hopes it is.

From: XXXXXXXXXX

9:20 PM

Thank you.

Izuku still doesn’t know if that’s positive or negative or both or neither and his heart is racing at the speed of sound.

From: XXXXXXXXXX

9:21 PM

I’m Todoroki Shouto, by the way.

Izuku blinks. As stupid as it sounds, he didn't think Todoroki could have a name. Don't angels have names that can't be spoken in human tongues or something like that?

He's briefly tempted to slap himself in the face. This is real, it's happening, and he needs to get a grip if he doesn't want to ruin this chance.

To: XXXXXXXXXX

9:21 PM

I'm  Midoriya Izuku, nice to meet you!!

He drops his phone onto the other end of the bed and brings his knees to his chest. Does he have a date tomorrow? Does that count as a date? Todoroki said he wanted to talk, what does that mean?

When Kirishima gets back, Izuku still hasn't worked on the paper.

“How are you?” Uraraka asks on the way to work the next day, like nothing’s wrong.

“Fine,” Izuku answers.

“Did you finish that history paper?”

“Yeah.” Izuku stayed up until three in the morning to finish it, but that counts.

“That's good.” Uraraka smiles. “Anything interesting happen last night?”

Izuku freezes in his tracks. “I don't know, you tell me.”

“Wait, did he actually call you?” Uraraka stops, too, eyes wide. “I didn't-”

“He texted me,” Izuku says, “He said he wanted to talk-”

“What, when?” Uraraka grins. “Does this mean you have a date?”

“I don't know, I'll find out tonight.” Izuku’s already freaking out and he hasn't even gotten to work yet. He's going to have to take the register the whole time because if he doesn't, he's definitely going to spill hot coffee on himself.

“Do you need a pep talk?” Uraraka asks. “If you don't want one from me, I can ask Iida to give you one, he's good at those.”

Izuku sighs. “I have no idea.”

“Sorry for springing this on you.” Uraraka’s smile turns sheepish and a little ashamed. “I thought it would help you get off on the right foot, but now you're nervous and-”

“It's fine.” Izuku gives her a smile in return. He definitely didn't have the guts to do what she did, but there was definitely a part of him that wanted to. And thanks to her, here he is. He's just scared. Really, really scared.

Uraraka gets to the shop first and rubs away the condensation on the window to get a look inside. “Iida’s in there, I'll ask him to give you some encouragement. Come on!”

Before Izuku can protest, Uraraka’s already dragging him into Kamui Wood with a strength no one except him and the people in her weight training class know she possesses. Of course she would take weight training for her required physical education elective. Of course.

“Iida!” She shouts, dragging Izuku back behind the counter toward the break room. “Deku’s going to talk to his crush tonight, so when he gets his stuff on, can you tell him he's going to do great?”

“...I'll try.” Iida nods, slightly confused but determined.

“Did you really have to reveal all that here?” Izuku hisses. Iida’s not the only person behind the counter, Jirou’s here and so is-

“Wait, Midoriya, you have a crush?” Kaminari leans over toward him with a grin, still measuring out some milk for a drink. “I didn't know that!” He turns to Jirou and asks, “Did you know that?”

Jirou shakes her head. “You talk to him more than I do.”

“Who is it?” Kaminari asks, always the local gossip. “Are they coming here?”

“Can it, you're just freaking him out more.” Jirou gives Izuku a little smile. “Don't worry about it, you got this.”

“Thank you!” Izuku runs back toward the break room to clock in, put his backpack down, and slip on the standard apron, running into Kaminari and Jirou on the way out, both clocking out right at five. He heads to the register and takes his first order of the night, but not before Kaminari obnoxiously yells “Good luck!” as he walks out.

“I was asked to give you some encouragement,” Iida says in between orders, his voice noticeably calmer than both Kaminari’s and Uraraka’s. “Would you still like it?”

“Sure.” Izuku nods. “Fire away.”

“It's just a conversation,” Iida says, “You have plenty of experience with those.”

“Yeah, you took his order just fine yesterday!” Uraraka adds, “You didn't explode then, and you won't now!”

“You're also a generally likeable person, and for good reason,” Iida continues, “You managed to set this up-”

“And that means he at least kind of likes you!” Uraraka interrupts, “You're going to be fine, right, Iida?”

“Right.”

“Thank, guys.” Izuku fiddles with his hands and looks right at the door, just waiting for the bell to jingle and for Todoroki to walk in and for this to happen so it can be over and he doesn't have to freak out about it anymore.

When the bell rings, it's the only thing Izuku can hear.

Todoroki looks just as good today as he did yesterday, which shouldn't be a surprise but definitely still is. But there's something different about him today, and Izuku has no idea what it is.

“Want me to take over the register?” Uraraka whispers.

“Yeah,” Izuku whispers back.

Todoroki catches his eye and starts walking up to the counter and oh god this is actually happening-

“H-hi, Todoroki!” Izuku squeaks out.

“...Hi.” Todoroki frowns. “Is everything all right?”

“Yeah, totally!” Izuku nods erratically, stepping out behind the counter. “Back here.”

He doesn't even wait for Todoroki to follow him before he's walking back to the break room, heart racing in his chest. He's never been this nervous, this is all just moving so fast.

“I'm sorry,” he says as soon as the door is shut behind the two of them.

“For what?” Todoroki narrows his eyes in confusion. ”I was the one who asked.”

“No, it's not that, my-” Izuku sighs. “My friend wrote my number on the cup, she’s... like that sometimes.”

“So you don't-”

“Nonono, I just needed you to know before- before anything else happens.” Izuku is truly incredible at this why is he so nervous-

“Right.” Todoroki slowly nods. “About that.”

“Yeah?” This is the part where Izuku gets a no, he can just feel it-

“How does this weekend sound?” Todoroki’s cheeks are redder than they've ever been, and it might just be the room temperature but he definitely isn't cool and collected anymore.

Wait. “Like a date?”

“...Yes.”

Izuku doesn't know what to say. He could faint. How did this happen? “...Yeah, sure.”

“That was... simple,” Todoroki says.

“Yeah, really!” Izuku laughs. “Sorry this room is so stuffy, this was probably a lot more awkward than it needed to be.”

Todoroki shrugs. “It happened.” He's the first one to go for the door again, turning around with his hand on the knob. “I'll text you.”

“O-okay!” Izuku bobs his head up and down as blood rushes to his cheeks. How did he do that?

Things are easier when he gets back to the counter. Uraraka and Iida switch off register duty, and Izuku’s never realized the therapeutic potential of just making drinks for three hours. Iida’s phone is plugged into the speaker again, playing the same classic rock and smooth jazz as yesterday, and it's hard to believe it's only been one day since “Walk This Way”. But plenty has changed since then.

There are times when Midoriya Izuku wishes he could be more like Uraraka Ochako, but most of the time, having her around is enough for him.

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I've seen a lot of Sebastian hate and reach-type posts all of a sudden and it's really starting to get me down... Every time I see something related to kuro (not even Seb himself) I'm reminded of that mess and I feel terrible because I don't agree with what I've heard but it keeps bothering me and I don't know what to do? I'm sorry for going here I'm tired and just want to enjoy content without questioning everything or keep coming back to that kind of unwarranted negativity... any advice? :(

Hi anon- I’m flattered you came to me for advice :) Coincidentally, I made a post about something similar here (and given the subject of this ask, I think it might help if you gave it a read!). First, I want to say I know how you feel (that’s why I made the linked post!). I hope the following helps!

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again because I think it’s super important to keep in mind- just because someone says something on the internet doesn’t mean you have to agree. Remember that there’s a reason everyone thinks 99% of the internet is insufferable. Just because some post has notes doesn’t mean you have to agree. In fact, there’s something vindicating about scrolling straight past, without leaving a single like or reblog. Sometimes you just have to think, “fuck you, why dontcha’ reach into ur ass and cure the common cold.”

1) Don’t waste time reading things you disagree with. 2) Don’t give blogs you don’t like the time of day- don’t even click on them. 3) If you have a tumblr, it’s OK to be super selective about who you follow (you can still reblog posts from/interact with people you don’t follow)- don’t follow anyone who’d post content that makes you uncomfortable. 4) Don’t track/search Sebastian’s tag or even the Kuro tag- just pick 4 or 5 blogs you genuinely like and stick with them. Chances are that if a post is good, it’ll reach you anyway. 5) If you really want different opinions, feel free to look at bloggers who openly hate Sebastian and Ciel, instead of just one or the other, because these guys tend to be more upfront and respectable.

And let’s think for a second- most older Sebastian fans usually go, “LOL yeah” at posts “critiquing” him, and are too content having fun on their own blogs to really look at negative posts. I think half the hate ops know this too. So then who are they aiming those (tagged) posts at? Young fans (tweens and teens). They want to make young kids feel bad for liking a fictional character (they don’t say “ok you like this character, cool, but I don’t- read at your own risk” they’re saying “I don’t like him and you’re trash for liking him- fuck you! READ THIS”). And that honestly disgusts me, that they get off on making young people feel bad for something so trivial. (And yes, maybe they’re all minors here, but no 17yo’s should be guilt-tripping 13yo’s over this shit- that’s still disgusting.)

And let’s be honest, 99% of the time, bloggers unironically hating on Sebastian are hypocrites to the max. I bet the same people who shit on him every day are the same people ready to bash Agni in order to excuse Real!Ciel. Not gonna draw any examples here, but those blogs usually stan for equally (if not more lmao) problematic characters (and this doesn’t just apply to Kuro). But the moment someone calls out their fav, they flip their shit and reach to the end of the universe to excuse their favs- even Buddha’s palm cannot reach that far.

Keep in mind that a lot of people spam Sebastian content with hate because… they’re butthurt. Maybe that’s not true, but they sure do a good job making themselves look that way. They probably don’t even despise him as much as they say- they hate the fact that Yana calls him the main character, that he’s in every chapter, that he leads the popularity poll in Japan by 1,000+. And Sebastian’s the #1 acceptable target in this fandom (followed by Ciel and probably William lol). Let them hate, then, because they can’t change canon :D

And others who write posts about how “evil” he is aren’t all haters. A lot of them are fans whose kink is evil Seb- so the more evil he seems, the harder their rocks get ;)

Imo, Sebastian fans (barring the rabid shippers) are the chillest of the lot. We don’t wish death on anyone who hates him (in 2017 at least), you rarely see people getting into mile-long discourse defending him, we don’t publicly put down other characters to make him look good, usually reblog hate posts in agreement, and only say things when the subject’s too much of a reach. That’s why only like 3 people argue on his behalf, the rest are too passive and accepting of his status as #trash to care. It’s the naysayers that have a strange obsession with him, so it looks like a really one-sided conversation because that’s exactly what it is.

Now speaking of that strange obsession, if you see someone writing dissertations on how bad he is, that’s a red flag (these people notice details even fans don’t notice- that’s dedication!). There is no way any human being can spend so much time on someone they hate- op is likely a closet Sebastian fan who can’t stand the fact that he isn’t a “cinnamon roll uwu” because if you like a problematic character, you must be exactly like this character.

And no, don’t question or doubt your opinions. You can acknowledge that he was never meant to be “good” but that doesn’t mean you have jump on the hateboner train just because it’s trendy. You can disagree with anything you want and interpret canon however you want (to an extent). Everyone else’s fans obviously do \o/ So why can’t you, right? ;)

To help you out, here are some of my mutuals:

@saltyshitsuji (we agree on like, everything, and laugh at things we don’t agree with in private- it’s great!), @into–the–abyss (the only person I know who actively defends Sebastian haha- you might enjoy this blog!), @sebastrashkun (also a great laughing partner and someone who shares my opinions!)

^All 3 are certified Sebastian fans. 

I’ve been where you are so I know how you feel perfectly :) And I really hope the lessons I learned can help you have a better fandom experience! Never let the fans ruin the content for you because you take up as much space as they do and they don’t rule the world.