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amorganva · 4 months

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Romeo is the most extra character and I love him for it

I wanna gush about Romeo things I'm too lazy to draw....like how EXTRA IS THIS GUY?? He's amazing. ----------- Getting their Stalker weapons made: Carlo: I'll take a saber....it's clean, it's agile, versatile....You can replace the handle for better grip... Romeo: Scythe. Weapon maker taking the orders: P-Pardon? Romeo: SCYTHE. MAKE IT BIG. MAKE IT EXTEND BY LIKE 20 FEET. Carlo: That sounds really impra- Romeo: S-C-Y-T-H-E! And make it JAGGED. I want to shred my enemies. *Ojou laugh intensifies* ----------- Being made into a puppet: R: Take my ergo....make me a puppet... G: It's still just an experiment, we're not sure it'll work. R: Just do it... but I have one final request... G: Yes? R: GIVE ME A GIANT GUNDAM. And make it look cool. Royal. And turbo boosted legs. G: What?! Why?? R: Why not? ------------ And fighting P is like the first phase he's pushing him away to not hurt him and in the second phase it's almost like a dance like that one scythe move where he pulls you in close like you're dance partners.

If he fights like this as an awakened puppet then he must've had these moves as a human too, muscle memory and all that, and that's pretty sick. Romeo the performer. King of Hearts. And I feel like Romeo was popular at the charity house and Carlo was a bit less popular and more standoffish because he wasn't exactly a poor orphan so it might've rubbed people the wrong way a la Jon Snow at the wall but Romeo hung out almost exclusively with Carlo anyways because he saw that little soft, kind, lonely, vulnerable center in all the broody edginess.

I legit love Neowiz giving us these little tidbits about the characters to speculate and draw conclusions from and all...and making me care so much about the best friend of the main character. He's. So. Good. I can't recall the last time I've been so obsessed over a character. Edit: His "lair" is also inside the flippin opera He made an entire stage play thing to tell P about Geppetto instead of just telling him. Pretty sure that's not against Grand Covenant rules seeing as he was trying to send him messengers.... Romeo, what are you doing buddy lol

#lies of p #lies of p romeo #romeo is our king #neowiz

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crepesuzette2023 · 8 months

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from The Beatles Book Monthly, No 23, June 1965.

JOHN: This month, Beatle People, I would like to give you an unbiased lecture about a truly sensational new book to be published, price ten and sixpence, on 24th June by Jonathan Cape, who are very good publishers as everybody knows.

PAUL: Hey! Wait a minute. He said an informal conversation not a flippin' commercial. We're both supposed to discuss things. Like the film frinstance.

JOHN: You discuss the film, frinstance, and I'll discuss this book. It's called "A Spaniard In The Works", folks, and it would be cheap at half the price.

PAUL: Don't you mean twice the price?

JOHN: You see, Beatle People, my learned colleague agrees that it's worth twice the price. Printed throughout in two glorious colours. Brown and green. Printed on real paper too, Beatle People. You can't lose, can you?

PAUL: Don't forget what John says. 24th June. Jonathan Cape. Ten and six-pence. "A Spaniel In The Circs.”

JOHN: "A Spaniard In The Works." Good grief, you'll have a Rolling Stone rushing out a book called "A Spaniel In The Circs" and all my good work will be undone. I say again, sir, undone with a capital UN.

PAUL: As I was about to say before I was Beatled, we've finished filming "Help!". Actually the last scenes were done at Twickenham a couple of weeks back but we've been called into the studios several times since for overdubbing. That means, well, you know when you see an outdoor scene in a film and the actors are miles away from the camera. Well, they can't use microphones or you'd notice them growing out of bushes or sticking round the corner of buildings. So if there is any dialogue in scenes like this they have to put it on the soundtrack afterwards. That's called overdubbing.

JOHN: There is no overdubbing in “A Spaniard In The Works" folks. No cheating and miming like that. A Spaniard If The Works" is live, LIVE, L-I-V-E. All Live. The book was written indoors using only close-range microphones, typewriters, ciggie-packets and green and brown ballpoint pens for the drawings. Remember, folks, only "A Spaniard In The Works" comes to you completely free from skin-irritating overdub.

PAUL: In Nassau we had to keep out of the sun because the scenes we did out there come at the very end of “Help!" and it would look funny if we were all brown and tanned in the snow sequence which you see earlier on and then pale and unhealthy in the Bahamas bit. All sorts of odd people that you'll know play parts in "Help!". Roy Kinnear, Frankie Howerd. The Queen Mother was nearly in one scene—but that was unintentional. She was driving by the film location in Nassau on her way to the airport after touring Jamaica.

JOHN: Pity she didn't stop and join us.

PAUL: We had a fabulous time down on Salisbury Plain a couple of weeks back. We did four days of location filming there with tanks and troops which were on loan from the Army. Bit chilly after Nassau with lots of rain showers and a cold wind but, without giving away any production secrets, I think the Salisbury scene is one of the funniest of the lot!

JOHN: Fun, fun, fun, with them chasing us, and us chasing them, and me chasing you and where's the tea Mal.

PAUL: One of the greatest free evenings we had during the making of the film was at Obertauern in the Austrian Alps. There isn't a great deal of night life but we made some of our own. It was the assistant director's birthday and we were at the Marietta Hotel. Dick Lester found an old piano in the hotel and we all had this gear sing-along session.

JOHN: It's a new craze. Yes, folks, it's all the rage. Have your own read-along session at home! A complete do-it-yourself read-along kit comes free inside every brown and green copy of "A Spaniard In The Works" PAUL: There's not much more I can say about the film without giving away very hush-hush secrets about the story. There's going to be a Royal Premiere in London on 29th July. At the Pavilion in Piccadilly Circus where "A Hard Day's Night" opened last summer. Then the film will start going the rounds in August and there's a New York premiere a week later. We do a European tour in June but we'll be back home long before the premiere. All I can say is I hope everyone enjoys the film. In a lot of ways we're all sorry the production is finished 'cos we had a great time making it.

JOHN: Is that all you've got to say?

PAUL: Yes, I think so.

JOHN: Well, if you've quite finished, perhaps you don't mind me having a quick word with Beatle People about this book.

PAUL: Which book is that, John? it says on this ciggie paper you've just handed me.

JOHN: I don't like talking about it really. People will think l'm plugging.

PAUL: Ah, go on, John, nobody'll think that.

JOHN: No, I can't. I'm bashful.

PAUL: Please…

JOHN: All right. Read all about "The National Health Cow" and "Cassandle" (on different pages). Read all about “Silly Norman" and "Benjamin Distasteful" (both in glowing green and beatle brown). These and fourteen other unbelievable fables before your very mouth in "A Spaniard In The Works”

PAUL: Aren't there drawings too, John? you asked me to say when you stopped the tape recorder just now.

JOHN: Yes, yes. Well, sort of. One of them (in brown and green which are very artistic colours and especially cheap to print, you see) is a full-page drawing of a fat budgie. Beatle People will be interested to know that I ate nothing but SWILL, the new deodorant bird seed, for six weeks in order to get into the right mood to draw this particular picture.

PAUL: What happened?

JOHN: I fell asleep on my perch but the picture came out O.K. I drew it in two minutes flat. Flat on my face at the foot of he perch.

PAUL: And what is the title of this new book of yours, John?

JOHN: Oh, I'm so sorry. Didn't I mention it?…

#Beatles Book Monthly #The Beatles #I cannot deal with Paul explaining what overdubbing is #but John can...Oh yes he can #Happy times #1965 #john lennon #paul mccartney #interviews

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flowerbarrel-art · 10 months

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Chosen: I CAN'T DO IT! Shady, laughing: I CAN'T EITHER!

Chosen: I CANT FLIPPING DO IT ANYMORE Ballista: WELL I'LL TELL YOU WHAT, YOU CAN EITHER GIVE UP NOW, OR YOU CAN FIGURE IT OUT. BECAUSE WE CERTAINLY CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT YOU, AND WE KNOW YOU CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT US.

Chosen: Chosen: I appreciate it,

Chosen: BUT LOOK WHAT WE'RE DEALING WITH- Primal: Chosen-

Chosen: YOU GOTTA DRAW THE LINE SOMEWHERE!

Bathroom Sign: Chosen we gotta-

Chosen: YOU GOTTA DRAW A FLIPPING LINE IN THE SAND. YOU GOTTA MAKE A STATEMENT.

Chosen: YOU GOTTA LOOK INSIDE YOURSELF AND SAY 'What am I willing to put up with today?'

Chosen, motioning to Victim: NOT FLIPPING THIS

-Incorrect Yelena-

Incorrect quotes are my weakness. (Long Post)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I CAN’T DO IT!

I can’t either!

I CAN’T FLIPPIN’ DO IT ANYMORE!!

Well, you can give up now, or you can figure it out! Because we certainly can’t do it without you, and you can’t do it without us!

I appreciate it!

Chosen: But look what we’re dealing with!

Chosen!

You gotta draw the line somewhere!

Chosen, we gotta…

You gotta draw a flippin line in the sand! You gotta make a statement!

You gotta look inside yourself and say ‘what am I willing to put up with today?’

Chosen: NOT FLIPPIN’ THIS!

#Alan Becker #AvA #AvM #Yelenayasss #Ask #Incorrect Quotes #Chosen #Shady #Ballista #Primal #Bathroom Sign Guy #GameGrumps #FlowerBarrel Art #Long Post #Reconfigured Dark AU #Beautiful Little Moment #Chosen and the Mercenaries might be friends now

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couchpotatowithartistictalent · 1 year

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Hello to everyone who sees this,this post has information about me and my blog! I might edit it every now and then but yeah

INFO

I am a Filipino🇵🇭

Am female(She/He/They)

Biromantic and Genderfluid but i prefer the pronouns above

ADHD

Currently obsessed with: Captain Underpants

I love roleplaying!

Just freaking call me Noelle or something, I have too many alt names and I can’t remember 90% of them

Here’s a list of the ones I remember:

Potato/Fries

Charles

Apollo

Galaxy

Mittens

Buddy

Keith

Johnson

Michael

Dr. Charles Nichole Cawilan

Charles Nick

Winter

SOCIALS:

YOUTUBE CHANNEL:Couchpotatowithartistictalent

TIKTOK:random_fanart_24

WATTPAD:Apollo_Justice11

TUMBLR:Sweetie,you're already here!

REDDIT:u/Apollo_Justice11

DISCORD:ApolloJustice_11#9834

FACEBOOK:Noelle Elleon(Mind you,I never use that thing bc I forgot it)

AMINO:Call_Me_Potato or @Apollo_Justice1155

CHARACTER.AI:Cold_Winter_Nights or @Noelle_Elleon(I mean, idk if this counts but yeah)

(want to know what’s below the read more?It’s just my tags and stuff)

I take fanfic and art requests!

I'm multifandomed so if you want me to draw a character I'm familiar with, I’ll take that request! Though, if I'm busy or can't draw the character, I won't draw them

I'll make a post stating whether or not I'm taking requests(or reblog the post I made before)

If you wanna, text me! I generally don't have anyone to talk to. I mean, most of them are offline when I'm online or they're busy so..

MY TAGS:

\\character tags

Nicolas Marcus - Tag for my Narrator

Stanley Parry - Tag for my Stanley

Mariella Parker - Tag for my Mariella

Cyra Kristine - Tag for my Curator

Karter Green - Tag for my Employee 432

(Insert all the tags I use for my CU ocs)

\\other tags

very extremely flippin random - shitposts

me and my b e s t i e - posts with my best online friend! @destinyjellyfish-globguy

pinned post!<3 - Tag for my pinned posts

new pinned post soon I guess - Tag for when I want to change my pinned post cuz it cringe

kindergarten 3 - Tag for when I post about my stuff for a my Kindergarten 3

potato reblogs - For when I reblog things

potato draws - For when I draw on digital

potato doodles - For when I draw on paper or draw shitposts

potato randomly talks - Shitposts or when I say something that isn’t related to a fandom(kinda)

potato fics - When I post fanfics or when I write lore for my ocs

potato reblogs a reblog - When I reblog a reblog

potato’s classroom shenanigans - Y’know,when I talk about how much I want to break my male classmate’s skull with my hand fan

potato cake for a potato’s birthday! - basically when I make a post on my day of birth or like for my ocs

potato quotes - Just random shit that I have said irl and I just decide to post it

potato dreams weird things - When I have a weird dream that I remember very vividly and I just decide to post it

potato says to have a merry christmas! - Just have a merry christmas aight?:)

‘what ifs’ from potato - Random what ifs just bcuz

potato collects genders - I honestly dunno, maybe just posts featuring the genders I identify as(or me taking another gender)

potato’s fears - When I talk about things that terrify me

potato’s kinda sensitive - Idk, just posts that feature me being a crybaby

potato is somehow smart?? - Talking about my exam scores I guess

potato curses a bit - self explanatory

If you want,you can tag me in posts,I don't really mind:]

#pinned post!<3

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expressioncfx · 2 years

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Today has just been the perfect day 😌 my heart is so full 💓

Covid is gone from our household so we got back to our tradition of Wetherspoons breakfast followed by food shop. OH had the fab idea of finding a zoo to take the little one to so we went! Had a lovely, windy drive out, windows down just the way bub likes. Then an adventure round the zoo. She was good as gold and so excited by all the animals even if every monkey she saw was a cat in her eyes 😂 Then we went for a treat dinner to McDonald's, McFlurry included of course. OH was knackered by the time we got back so had a nap and myself and baby watched Bing and did some drawings for Daddy. Then we had bath time swiftly followed by OH waking up just in time to join us for a bed time story.

I know very few people will care for this post but honestly I just want to tell everyone how amazing today was. I can't speak for every step-mum but I find it hard sometimes to relax and not worry about whether we're bonding. Recently though we've been so close, I've even got a nickname, I get more kisses than Daddy and she asks for me when I'm not there now too. Having to build that relationship and bond with her, as hard as it can be, is so very rewarding ✨ 💖

PS: this picture was taken last week. Didn't have chance to take any of myself today and I would have been a sweaty mess anyway. It is getting toasty. Set to be 40°C next week...in the flippin UK!

#lgbtq #love #alt girl #alt style #alternative #tattooed women #alt hair #uk #selfie #family #family life

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coolocgod · 2 years

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A party pooper that was smols friend

So apparently this party-pooper was abused by partygoers, they did a lot of bad things to him, none I will say but uh he is wearing a shock collar, I can't draw necks so it looks bad also he gave smol partygoer a FLAMETHROWER TO KILL SOME FLIPPIN EVIL PARTYGOERS of course that didn't work as well as they could have hoped XD, they just noclipped, also his nickname I've learned is night

#the backrooms #backrooms partypooper

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silly-chiroptera · 2 years

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Howdy tumblr! I go by the title of "bat" and only use She/Her pronouns. My interests tend to shift around from time to time and I have the habit of fixating on one thing and nothing else..currently, I enjoy DSaF to this amount and FNaF to a lesser extent. I'm primarily a fandom artist (again, right now for DSaF) but occasionally I will post OCs. I flippin' love when people reblog my stuff so if you can I'd prefer reblogs over likes! I'm cool with people using my art for pfps if so wished and if you can credit me that'd be fuckin awesomesauce too! I absolutely encourage people to interact with me through asks (If you can resist being weird) in relation to my current obsession, though I can't guarantee that all asks would be answered. I may even take drawing requests if I feel up to it and my motivation isn't completely dead!

That's all, bros. Browse my realm as you see fit ✌️

#blog intro #bat draws stuff

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bishiglomper · 6 months

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There is shit I wanna do and I can't

Or I have to wait

I need instant gratification! òAó gRrr

I wanna open the pokemon boxes and cards and shit and learn how to play it before the nephew so i can figure out how to explain it and look like i know what I'm doing.

But its for his birthday and it will be infinitely more fun to let him open up everything and check it all out together. ...I guess. 😒😂

Wanna print out the play mat my sister found. Stupid starter kid didn't list a layout/play mat. The one we can print looks fun to color. So I wanna do that.

I'm excited to learn to play, myself. I'm already trying to tell myself to calm tf down because i dont want to barrel over his interest in it and claim it for my own.

I just. Really like getting into new things. D:

We're so busyyyyyy. Tomorrow we'll be out of town all day. Mom has an appointment and she wants lunch. Then friday we're going out AGAIN, full retail shopping and out to lunch for auntie's birthday. And then saturday is holiday stroll. Walk through downtown and visit the shops. Christmas tree contest. Chili supper, cookies, hot cider.. a small parade.

No time to print out the things i want. 😞 Also we're all gonna be too dead to go to the library.

And then nephews birthday is 4 days after that.

Also i volunteered to make his cake. 🤔 He asked for a dino cake. His mom made one when he was like 4 that he thought was stupid (he still talks about it but has changed his tune to "I liked it just fine, mom!") so i was gonna try to save her from getting pooped on. I asked if i was stepping on her toes, making her son's birthday cake and she said no.

She's stepping on mine though 😂

I found a stencil you just cut from sheet cake. She wants to do a 3D cake complete with standing rice krispie neck/head and Lego print spots

like. what

You couldn't even do a dino in cupcakes and you want me to make a 3D cake, bitch back off 😂 too many cake shows, I swear 🙄

Also I still cant draw or do jewelry or flippin' anything so all I have is the pokemon hyperfixation

So frustrating

#just rambling

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sysig · 4 years

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How Vargas makes me feel: A Moodboard

#Doodles #Lol #So I may or may not have gone and looked at art again what a foolish thing to do while trying to stop Only Drawing One Thing #Turned out to be an excellent idea anyway so whatever! I had a great time so lol #These aren't Quite liveblog type doodles but they might as well be lol #It was a little funny actually since I've been slowly disengaging and hanging on only by aesthetics I kinda did that in new engagement #So I'd look at an art and be like ''Yes very lovely :) Do like''#And then the feels started rolling and well #And when I get big emotions I have to draw them and so I drew them lol #The Halloween comic near about destroyed me it's so flippin' soft and just ahhhhhhHHHH #I also very much appreciated the shipping stuff lol #And there was fluff! FLUFF!!! I'm so frickin' weak to fluff I can't with fluff I love fluff #The last one's just a silly response to them kissing lol #Gosh it's just all so much #Vargas

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rockingthegraveyard · 6 years

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Hey, I just had a horrifying thought. What if the reason why we didn't get older Sabo drawings from oda is because he is the only one out of the three brothers that is going to actually reach those ages 😱

Um hey, how about fuck you!

Blocked, blocked and reported for even thinking such a thing.

#i kid i kid #i just to react this way to hide the horrifying hurt at the thought #ksljdaudgbflakshd #god dammint tho #now i can't stop thinking about it #i will be so flippin mad man #MY HEART #WHY ARE YOU SUGGESTING THIS #YOU KNOW HOW FUCKED UP I AM RIGHT NOW #NOOOOOOOOOOOO #i'm gonna draw angst now #you see what you're making me do #di oblio #Ask

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sabertoothwalrus · 2 years

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Sorry if you’ve been asked this before, but you have a really great understanding of anatomy, your faces and hands stand out especially! Do you study a lot? Do you have a specific way you approach drawing a pose like looking at reference, etc?

Oh thank you!!!

I can't remember if I've already talked about here, but I think if you want to improve anatomy, you should FIRST have a solid understanding of Form! like once you can easily draw, say, a soda can at all sorts of angles, then you can move on to more complex shapes. And once you can mentally process three-dimensional shapes and efficiently translate them into a two-dimensional drawing, it becomes far easier to learn anatomy. Bodies are just Shapes, but like a lot of shapes interacting.

I probably should do more drawing from reference, but I mostly rely on my mental library. I'm observing stuff, like,, all the flippin time. I'll be at work and like

I try to build up my mental library of all sorts of specific features. I've talked a little bit about the way I mentally break down faces in this post, which for the most part applies to hair, body types, poses, clothes etc etc

But beyond that, I do often use a mirror!! I have one in my room next to my desk so all I have to do is lean back a little to see it

and if a pose really kicks my ass, I'll try to find a stock image or something on google to help. Only once I tried using CSP's 3D models for an especially difficult pose and I didn't even like the result djfghdkjfgh

#my art

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mindninjax · 3 years

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Awake

Bakugo x Reader (duh)

wc: 1.7k

A/n: Had a full on mental breakdown yesterday. Tried to sleep tonight. Couldn’t. Wrote this instead. I listened to Rain Clouds by The Arcadian Wolf while writing it and it’s the song that’s referenced in this. I could link it but I’m lazy and depressed so I’m not gonna *dabs sadly*. Anyway here’s a comfort Fic I guess.?

Bakugo: Hey

(2:38AM): uh…hey?

Bakugo: You up?

(2:39 AM): clearly… clearly I’m up Bakugo. Why are you?

Bakugo: Can't sleep.

(2:39 AM): oh. I’m sorry.

Bakugo: Come outside?

(2:40 AM): like outside outside?

Bakugo: What other outside would there fucking be?

(2:41 AM): don’t curse at me stupid. I meant the balcony? Or are we going for a walk or something?

Bakugo: Fine. Nevermind. Forget I asked.

…

Bakugo: Balcony.

(2:52 AM): gimme five to put on pants.

Bakugo: Ok

(2:52 AM): folk or classical?

Bakugo: Ugh neither.

(2:53 AM): neither wasn’t an option shit head. Pick one.

Bakugo: Whatever you played last time. It helped me feel far away.

(2:54AM): Folk it is.

You put your phone down, the light dying and drawing you back into the darkness of your room. It’s quiet, you can hear him rustling on the other side of the wall, hear the balcony door slide open in his apartment next door and then shut.

You sit in bed for a moment, your heart the only thing thrumming in your ears as you take a deep breath. The city is quiet for the first time in a long time. There are no cars on the street, no sirens, just the sleepy lazy sound of the wind blowing and alley cats slinking through the garbage filled alleyways.

Then you get up, grab a pair of sweatpants and exchange the large holey t-shirt you’re wearing for a comfy but secure cami top. You search around your room for the little Bluetooth speaker and pause when your eyes fall on your acoustic guitar. You smile to yourself, it's perfect. You’ve been thinking about the song, the chords should be easy enough to grasp, and the words have been drifting around your head for days now.

You grab your phone to send him another quick text.

(2:58AM): Change of plans. The roof.

He doesn’t hesitate.

Bakugo: Ok.

He’s up on the roof of your city apartment building before you are, gazing out at the city lights , the moon in the sky blazing white shimmering light through his ash blond locks. He doesn’t turn around or acknowledge your presence when you land delicately on your toes and deactivate your air quirk. He’s wearing a red tank top, must’ve had to change out of the usual black one he wears to bed from all the sweat. His shoulders look broad and you can see the scars rippling down the muscles of his arms.

“Took you long enough, even with your floaty little air quirk,” he taunts, back still to you.

“And yet you’re still here,” you quip back, rolling your eyes and grabbing a crate to sit on. You pull another over and plop it down across from you the same time he turns to join you on the other crate. He has dark circles under his eyes, there’s still a gleam of sweat shimmering on his jaw and neck. He watches in anticipation as you ready the guitar on your leg and hook your arm over it, expert fingers finding the correct chords to strum a lovely tune.

“What’s the occasion?” he asks, gesturing to the guitar. You smile down at the guitar, concentrating on the correct note in your mind to start the song.

“It’s a nice night,” you murmur, eyes still focused on the instrument on your lap.

The muttered “It is now,” is swallowed by the sound of you strumming the strings softly diving into the tune as you rock back and forth. You close your eyes and hear Bakugo take a deep calming breath in and out before you start singing the lyrics.

I'm being frightened by the people

They look at me like I'm a scar upon their perfect skin

Perfect to only them

I'm being shadowed by my past

Reminding me of what I was and what I could become

My sins should stay where they belong

The wind is blowing gently and you can smell Bakugo’s sweet scent on the breeze. His crisp pine scented body wash mixes with his smoky sweet scent and it almost feels like the two of you are sitting around a campfire. Your voice drifts dreamily over the lyrics, enunciating the words and basking in the ease of the notes while putting your own lovely spin on it.

Listen to my voice

Close your frightened eyes

Hide behind my love for you

Fear's only a choice

One that we all must make some day

So know you're not alone in this

It’s clear and strong like a bell, punctuating every phrase with meaning that sits in Bakugo’s core and makes his heart do that weird thing where it’s fluttering but also extremely tranquil at the same time. When you end the song and finally open your eyes, he’s looking at you incredulously.

“How do you do that?”

“Hmm?” you say, placing the guitar against a huge wooden pallet gently.

“How do you fucking do that? Every time. It’s fucking creepy.”

“You mind elaborating, dummy? I’m not a mind reader.”

“Coulda fooled me,” he grunts, rolls his eyes and folds his arms, pouting.

You roll your eyes before chuckling and answer the question you already know he’s asking. “Somewhere out there. Someone has made a song for every feeling you’ve ever felt. So I won’t take credit for that.”

“But you show them to me.”

“Yes,” you say this as if it’s an obvious statement.

“And play them for me.”

“Yes.” Again, another obvious statement. Why wouldn’t you play them for him. It’s why the two of you are here. Right?

“And make them….ya know… sound good and shit,” he says, stuttering over the words as his cheeks and ears start to turn pink.

You smirk, “You can say I sound pretty. I won’t tell anyone you said it,” you tease.

“Tch. Idiot.”

There’s a beat of silence, you’re lost in your thoughts staring up at the starry sky before you look at him again.

“Can I ask you something?”

“You’re going to even if I say no.”

“Correct. Why do you text me when it happens? Why me?”

He shrugs his shoulders, looks away sheepishly and doesn’t meet your questioning gaze. "Don't know.”

You raise a suspicious eyebrow, “Yes you do”

He sighs, holds out a hand to gesture as if it’s obvious. Why would you be asking this? Especially after the many nights the two of you have done this. “Just feels right I guess. And after we talk I can go back to sleep just fine.”

“You realize what that is right?” You lean in closer to him, elbows on your thighs, chin in your hands. “That’s called trusting someone.”

“Sure I guess.”

Another beat of silence and then a long winded sigh from you, one that definitely says “I’m tired of this” and it makes a shiver of fear run up his spine.

“Look Bakugo. I’m not usually one that skates around feelings. And as much as I enjoy late night jam sessions or sneaking out and gazing at the moon with you until you feel ok enough to sleep, I…”

He holds his breath, “What?”

“Hmm…” you have a finger up to your chin in the universal thinking pose.

His heartbeat picks up and his fingers start to fiddle in the pocket of his sweatpants. “Fucking what? You just said you don’t skate around feelings so what?”

You frown at him, “Hold your flippin’ horses I’m thinkin’ first.”

“‘Flippin’ horses?’ You’re such a weirdo.”

And now you’re glaring. "Speaking of thinking before speaking. You should try it.”

“Fuck you.” There’s no hostility to it and he knows you know it.

“Very original. ANYWAY, I was going to say despite your constant attitude and constant shouting, I still really like hanging out with you. So I’d like to not only hang out at…”you pull your phone from your pocket and gaze at the tiny blue screen, “4 AM”

Another pause as he processes his elation. He’s happy you’re not telling him this is the last time. But this isn’t the hard part. “Ok.”

You squint suspiciously. “I mean it.”

“So do I.”

“Then say it aloud to me,” you challenge.

This is the hard part.

He takes a few deep breaths and then… “I don’t wanna be just friends with you. I don’t know what any of that shit even means. All the stupid lovey dovey shit Raccoon Ey-”

“Ashido.”

It’s his turn to glare. “Fine, Ashido talks about all the time. All I know is no one talks to me the way you do. And I always feel calm around you. Calmer than usual. I always wanna hang out more with the idiots when you’re around to hang out with them too.”

You smile but hide it behind your fingertips. He doesn’t look finished so you nod to encourage him to finish.

“And I don't know what it is. But whenever I wake up from the fucking …” He doesn’t say the word “nightmare”. He struggles with it like if he says it he’s surrendering to weakness or something. “Whenever I wake up the only thing I think of is you. Wishing you were there, like a fucking idiot. But it never goes away, not until I text you and I see you and I hear your voice.” His head is in his hands, like he’s ashamed to admit this to you.

It’s quiet again, some cars from below have started bustling on the street. The morning wind carries his scent and the city's waking smells of coffee and fresh baked bread. You stand quietly and walk over to him, head still hanging in his hands as he crouches over on the crate.

You hug him, force yourself between his legs and wrap your arms around his head. And at first he stiffens but he doesn’t pull away from you or move out of your grasp. He just sits there with his arms hanging limply at his sides,eyes wide, and your arms wrapped around his head. His ear is pressed against your chest, listening to the city waking around you. You're warm and you smell impossibly good and he knows this is what he craves when he wakes up from those terrifying nightmares. Your embrace is the cure.

“I like being here. I like being there for you.”

Then his arms move up to wrap around your waist and he hugs you back and sighs into your chest. He stays there for at least 10 minutes listening to the steady beating of your heart.

And then he quietly mutters, “Thanks.”

#bakugo x reader #bakugou x reader #marquie writes #yea it’s unedited #I just told y’all I was depressed #sheesh #idk what I’m doing anymore #I’m numb and empty 🙃

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