hello, hello, i am a fictive of an OC from My Hero Academia, I apologize if that isn't allowed. My name is Chisaki Sora and in my canon I was Chisaki Kai's brother (who was not a child abuser, among other things). The body is a minor but I am 28. I would prefer interactions to be similar in age both bodily and mentally. My only requirement is the bodily age, though. I am looking for Eri and Kai. Anyone is open to interact. Thank you.
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Simon, whose only tattoos are from your little sketches.
It starts out accidental, you have no paper and he lets you draw on his arm, but he likes it so much that he gets it tattooed.
And then he asks if you can purposely design him a tattoo, which he gets on the same arm as the first one.
But before you know it, he’s gone through almost all of your sketchbooks and ends up with two patchwork sleeves, every single dot of ink being one of your creations.
“Bit overboard, no?” you tilt your head at him, a raised eyebrow as you eye both of his arms.
“No. I don’t think so.” he says matter of factly with a shrug as he hands you a pen and a brand new sketchbook
“...A few more won’t hurt.”
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This is how that scene should have really gone
(I can't believe my shitpost art is now my most liked art lmfao. also shoutout to the guy who commented on my last post that all the other fanart is too homo this ones for you bro <3)
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Couldn't find Eris today for a hot minute. Counted the birds in her pen and came up 1 bird short, but I was SURE I didn't leave the door open. I looked all over the coop, I walked to her favorite dozing/sunbathing spots in the pen. Finally I thought, there's only one place I haven't looked, behind the door to the coop....
There she is. Mud colored little hen. Laying.... down.... like a broody.
Hey Eris..... what... whatcha got there...
Can I see it please?
Oh for pete's sake, not this again.
That's not an egg, that's a ball pit ball, Eris. It's goddamn blue.
This is why I can't take people seriously when they tell me mother birds will kick a bad egg out of the nest because They Know something is wrong. No, they don't. They don't know anything. Look at her face. Look at those completely blank eyes. There's not one single thought in that head. In fact, if you get close enough, you can hear the faint echo of elevator music drifting from the empty cavern of her skull.
By the way this is hands down the smartest bird I own.
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