#hope yall enjoy tho !!

[riceofchaos]

oops

i was tempted, so ig this exists now

#digital art #orca doodles #art #the amazing digital circus #tadc #tadc jax #the amazing digital circus jax #tadc fanart #its just jax in a dress #im sorry #but also im not #this is just a reoccurring thing #hope yall enjoy tho #no i wont explain

[racmune]

scoutpauling doodle for funsies because i cannot manage my time wisely

#tf2 #tf2 scout #miss pauling #scoutpauling #racmune art #hope yall enjoy tho

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

chocolate confession ♡

fem reader, part 2 for the ring pop proposal miniseries since yall were asking for it ! fem reader, soft n worried katsu, white day chocolates, katsu n reader r in highschool (ignore the no dorms blehh :P) in this one, this also reeks of my ocxcanon ship msorry yall lolololol, i dont think there are any warnings, but lemme know if i missed sum else !

the first person who realizes katsuki is trying to confess to you is his mom because he hasn't left the kitchen since he'd banished everyone from coming in as soon as the sun peeked through the curtains.

the older woman had no idea what the sounds of pots and pans clanging, mixed with not-so-quiet cursing meant, at first. but she figured it out quickly, call it mother's intuition, or the fact that she checked her calendar and realized tomorrow was white day.

mitsuki knew her son was going to confess to you when he came back from school with a cutely wrapped box of chocolates. her katsuki was still rowdy—if not rowdier and even less approachable than he was as a chubby cheeked little boy, so she guessed by the blush and barely suppressed smile on his face that—

"ouuu, got yourself some chocolates ? aren't you a heartthrob.." she teased "who'd you get those from ?"

katsuki scoffed at his mothers teasing. he rolled his eyes, but they wouldn't—or rather couldn't stray far away from the wrapped sweet treats. he runs his thumb over the ribbon tied in front.

"..yn gave 'em to me." he huffs proudly.

as she guessed, they came from you. of course.

katsuki is still—if not even more protective over everything that involves you, practically growling at his mom's not so sneaky attempts at trying to sneak a chocolate when he had opened the box "yn made 'em for me, so no touchin'." he snarled, stomping over to his room and ignoring his mom's knowing smirk when he made his way up the stairs.

this memory brings her back to now when she suddenly hears..nothing. absolute silence in contrast to all the ruckus from only a few seconds ago. and then the door creaks open just a bit and mitsuki sees her son's head peek out from the corner. she looks up from her magazine to raise a brow in question and the blond boy glares, jolting his head to the side in a silent plea for her to come over.

she saunters to the door, knowing smirk growing wider the more her son's grumpy face comes into view. she gets a peek of her kitchen through the small crack her son allowed her to see. she had to admit, though rowdy, katsuki was anything but messy. even though the dishes piled up, she knew he'd clean them up soon enough. she looks down at him and he avoids eye contact.

"can i come into my kitchen now ?" she smirks. katsuki scoffs at his feet. he grumbles something unintelligible before side stepping and telling her to 'just come in already.'

the woman is greeted with a batch of freshly made chocolates, which she assumes are one's you like if she knew how enamoured her katsuki was with you.

"ouu, who are these for, hm ?" she teased, but if he knew her son well enough she knew that these—

"sh-shut up !" katsuki snapped, cheeks turning red and eyes drifting around the room "you know who.." he challenges. mitsuki smirks wider, crossing her arms.

as she guessed, they're for you.

"okay.." she humors him, shifting her weight to her other leg " and what do you need me to do here ?"

katsuki inhales shortly to himself. he picks up one of the chocolates, not from your tray because those were for you and no one else, but from another tray she hadn't noticed of sloppier batches.

"try this." is all he says. handing her a little piece of deformed chocolate and she plops it into her mouth. she takes the time to let the sweet treat melt on her tongue before letting out a pleased hum. katsuki straightens up and his eyes shine and brighten the slightest bit.

"mhm, these are good." she acknowledged "but why don't i get one of the pretty ones ?" she teases. her katsuki all but scoffs in her face, simply stating that "these are for yn, not you."

and mitsuki realizes. he must've been working for hours trying to make these chocolates perfect for you, she guessed. her heart warms and her eyes soften at her son's adoration for you.

"but the one you gave me is good too, why can't you just give her one of those ?" at that, katsuki shoots her an incredulous look, like she had just told him something utterly unimaginable.

"i can't go around givin' her shitty chocolates ! 'specially not if i.." he trails off suddenly, grumbling with balled fists. he wipes at his cheek to try and wipe off his embarrassment. mitsuki feels her smile practically reach her ears. she's too good at this.

"if you what ?" she sings, leaning towards her son. he grumbles.

"if i—stop looking at me like that ! s'creepy so knock it off !" the blond snapped, face and ears a bright shade of pink and mitsuki can't help but bark out a loud laugh at her son's flustered state, her laugh drowns out the low growl he makes. she decides to spare him after a good giggle.

"okay, okay. i get it." she reassures. because she does, of course she does. but she sees something is wrong with the way her son seems satisfied for only a second before he's chewing at his lower lip and the way he wipes his hands against his pants. she knows her katsuki is extremely hard to handle. he could be quite the brat, but also extremely stubborn (she thinks she might know where he got that from.) so asking him simply what was wrong was out of the question. so she decides to coax him into it.

"you gonna give them to her tomorrow ?" he nods, hiding his eyes with his bangs.

"they're good. so i'm gonna give 'em to her tomorrow." her son nods at his mumbled pep talk, but the tension between his brows doesn't let up and after a moment, he sighs grumpily.

"what if i, like, fuck it up..?" mitsuki's eyes soften at her son's insecurities showing despite himself.

"how would you do that ? all you gotta do is hand them over." she asks softly. katsuki huffs.

"it's not that simple," he retorts "what if i make it weird ? what if i make things between us weird an' she doesn't wanna be with me anymore..." the sad tone of voice and the angry little puppy dog eyes make mitsuki melt, despite growing up a lot. despite being quippy and rowdy and a major brat, her katsuki will always be her little boy tugging at the bag of sweet ring pops he'd begged her to buy at the grocery store. her little boy who smiled a bright determined smile as the bag crinkled in his hand following his proud stomps to the car back home, ready for tomorrow.

a surprised throaty noise escapes katsuki when his mom places a hand in his hair, running her fingers through it. he makes a displeased noise, again, but doesn't try to stop her. mitsuki does realize her son is trying to confess to you with these chocolates, but she's a woman too and she knows you, she's known you since you were small and she knows how much you care about her son. she knows from the way katsuki kept the chocolates to himself, the barely supressed giddiness in all of his actions and the way he took his time enjoying every bite she knows and realizes that these chocolates were most definitely just for him.

and she guessed maybe you were trying to tell him something too.

she knew her katsuki had absolutely nothing to worry about, because you carried you empty ring pop container around with you in your bag and proudly explained it was 'your husband katsu' that gave it to you with a giggle. because you'd kiss his cheek without worrying about the ooh's and the kissy noises, only her son's cherry red cheeks but proud smile. because you'd giggle and laugh when he still called you his wife well into elementary school, and because you still smile so wide at the mention of his little ring pop proposal. and so, she smiled. startling katsuki by rubbing his hair fast like an almost noogie. he growls at the sudden shift, gripping his mother's arm and pulling away with a scowl, rubbing and trying to fix his hair. "the hell are you doin', hag ?!" her son seethed, and all she can do is smile.

"you got nothin' to worry about, katsuki." she says sincerely, the boy's arms drop and altough his barely there pout remains he tries to act tough, raising a brow at her "how do you know that ?"

"call it mother's intuition." her smile widens at his scoff and rolled eyes, he's better at it now and she laughs. " why do you wanna give these to her ?" she urges. he thinks for a moment, before his cheeks burn red again but his eyes go soft and warm and so much more enamoured with you than he was all those years ago in the car.

"cus..i like her.." he confesses "an' i don't want anybody else to do it before me." he finishes bitterly.

he's always been protective of you. any other boy you were paired up with or sat next to when the class seating order changed was considered public enemy number one for a while. of course, you had him on a leash, always being able to soothe him by saying that he was your number one best friend. and that was more than enough for him to throw smart glares and snarky smirks, grabbing your hand and dragging you off somewhere to show you something cool. something he knew you'd find cool because he prided himself in knowing exactly what you liked more than the other boys. your favorite ice cream, flowers, and chocolate flavor.

and mitsuki smiles. "right, you like her. so you can't let that scare you off, can you ?" mitsuki feels her heart soaring with pride, albeit with a little amusement when her son scoffs in response "course not. i ain't scared of shit." he states, she decides to ignore the irony of his statement for now.

"of course," she nods "and just between us, i think she likes you, too. i dunno how she does but.." katsuki's eyes widen like she'd just told him something ridiculous, completely ignoring her jab at him. she has to hold back a harsh laugh at how oblivious her son could be.

"that's just my guess though !" she shrugs nonchalantly "but there's only one way to find out if i'm right.."

after a beat, katsuki nods to himself with a grunt, grabbing the tray of chocolates and putting it in the fridge, ready for tomorrow, and wordlessly rolling up his sleeves and starting the dishes, as mitsuki guessed, and she smiles. she pets her son's head again briefly, ignoring his dissaproving grumbles, before giving him a pat on the back and wishing him good luck.

the next day, katsuki walks over to her, sat on the couch, immediately after coming back from school, with a proud smirk and gleaming red cheeks. and mitsuki knew she had nothing to worry about as she grins back.

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#feelin a bit meh bout this one but i think i like it #i hope yall enjoy tho !! #bakugou katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugo fluff #bakugou imagine #katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugou katsuki #bakugou katuski x reader #bakugou fluff #katsuki x you #katsuki x y/n #bakugou x fem!reader #bakugou x you #bakugou x y/n #bakugo drabble #bakugo x female reader #bakugo x reader #bakugo x you #bakugo x y/n

[ketc7]

That time of the year for a certain blue haired punk— Happy birthday, Chloe! 🦋

#Life is Strange #pricefield #chloe price #max caulfield #max x chloe #my art #happy birthday chloe i hope u get all the affection from max #would draw a more rendered work if i got the time but alas. better than nothing tho #hope yall enjoy this little thing instead <33 #stay safe!

[cosmikirby]

A little late, but

Happy 3rd Anniversary to Mad Rat Dead!!! ❤️🐀🎩🎉🎉

#my art #mad rat dead #mad rat mrd #heart mrd #rat god mrd #cw eyestrain #MADRATDEAD3rdAnniversary #i was gonna make a whole animation but school did NOT give me the time 😔 #and thats why i stopped monday ratposting because i wanted more time to work on the animation but :') it didnt work out #i hope yall enjoy this lil drawing tho!!! and happy halloween!!!

[noxious-fennec]

A redraw of an old thing because exam season is the only time i get creative energy ig

#but no fr i just came home from 2 consecutive exams. like consecutive as in one after the other in 2 hours #next week is all finals and theyre all like 2 hours 1 in the morning and 1 in the afternoon like bro #whatevs tho medical update THE MEDS ARE WORKING alhamdulilallah i feel im getting way more energy :) #2 years on immunosuppressants and at least 3 months of corticosteroids which means no salt :( BUT we are getting thru it #im cooking again :') #ok enough my life is not what you're here for. idk if cbeeduo at the end of 2023 *is* but idc #i just rly missed them yk and the vibes and the place i was in plus i have fun drawing them so suck it #i hope my good cbee mutuals enjoy this love yall #my art #dsmp fanart #cranboo #ctubbo #cbeeduo #fashion notes for the cool peeps still reading is i am dying on the hill that cranboo was decked in a 70s aunt wardrobe argue with the wall #also tubbo cowboy cus. like. look at him. #will probably draw tommy next i rly miss him. nothing big as always im a doodle kinda guy at heart #anyway xoxo love yall still here <33 #fennec. art

[abd-illustrates]

Making Manga from Start to Finish! | Clip Studio SPEEDPAINT

This one’s been a lonnnng time in the making! Today I’m delving back into Clip Studio to show y’all how I made a prizewinning manga oneshot! (And ramble a whole bunch about my personal process for comic-making in general!) ✨

🍁 LINKS 🍁

#abd illustrates #artists on tumblr #speedpaint #clip studio #original manga #the amount of upload anxiety i have for long videos like this sfdjhfds #so happy to have it uploaded now tho! #hope yall enjoy (^^)/ #Youtube

[stellarspecter]

jatp discord profiles – template by @seaoftr

#julie and the phantoms #jatp #jatpedit #jatpdaily #useralison #userabs #usermadita #tuserella #userrobin #tuservaleria #tusermlee #userjessica #useremi #thingschanged #tuserjen #usertiny #jatpgifs #flashing tw #thank u tiny for posting ur discord template it is so cool and fun!!! #this was so fun to make i hope this gif format takes off #the template is really easy to use and customize and it's so fun to hc abt their discord server!!! #had a lot of fun with the roles and bios and everything #loveeee to trans everyone's gender teehee #didn't really mean to make this a rainbow set but their colors and vibes just are like that lmao #also idk what the hypesquad badges are all about i just picked based on color lol #i did decide some of them wouldnt have nitro tho #just lots of little details in this that i rlly enjoyed putting in there so i hope yall like it🥺 #oh also huge thanks to my actual jatp discord server for helping with bio+role ideas!! #really came in clutch there lol

[viveela]

I love the way you draw Stan and Kyle omg?? Could u also maybe draw style the pocky challenge or tfbw style? :)

Pocky challenge? I haven't heard that name in years...

#veearts #south park #sp fanart #kyle broflovski #stan marsh #stan x kyle #style #stanky #stankyle #fan art #yall why r there so many names for them #but fr ty anon am happy to hear ppl enjoy how I draw em :] #hope u enjoy this even tho I took forever to answer lol #i don't rlly like their hero designs btw but I plan to redesign em #so eventually u will kinda get that part of ur request too!!

[clowningaroundmars]

punkflower hcs bc i need to see more of them being cute teen boys together.... like, playful and creative and stuff

looong long wall of text under the cut (no nsfw)

♡ miles and hobie definitely exchange art often, even collabing on some punk zines and graffiti pieces occasionally. hobie also makes mixtapes on cassettes and slaps a million stickers on them just for his bf. miles appreciates the kind gesture but reminds hobie that he doesnt have a cassette player. "yet," hobie tells him with a wink :)

♡ miles draws a million little doodles for hobie on scrap paper, post it notes, hobie's gear, hobie himself. ofc hobie loves them all, esp when he gets to go home with his arms and chest covered in stars, cartoons, graffiti, and hearts

♡ miles is a lot more shy about dancing in public than hobie is, but whenever they manage to have any downtime at all hobie will wrap his arms around miles and sway them around. if music is playing anywhere, hobie will bop to it and get miles to join in

♡ hobie's love language? touch. any kind, anytime, anywhere, for any reason. words of affirmation come next

♡ miles' love language? quality time, and he's big on kissing. hobie isnt much of a kisser but loves his sunflower just the same, and does not complain at all when miles places little kisses on his hands, ears or his back

♡ sometimes hobie will be a lil mean to miles just as a flirty thing. just usual teenage boy stuff like kicking miles' sneakers, manspreading to get into his space if they're sitting anywhere together, using his height to bully miles into a corner away from everyone so they can flirt some more, crashing into miles on purpose just to be annoying

♡ anytime they get to go on multiverse missions together they somehow manage to get into the craziest shenanigans. breaking into a zoo to stop a villain from mutating the animals, saving a group of schoolkids on a field trip from a killer robot (?), one time hobie even drove a runaway car to stop it from crashing right into jamaica bay and miles was scarred for life

hobie tries to control the car as he haphazardly swerves it around pedestrians and barely manages to miss a group of elderly people.

miles clings onto his seat for dear life. "HOBIE!! you're gonna kill us man, where'd you get your license from!?" he yells.

hobie scoffs. "license?! i said i could drive, mate, i aint mention nuthin' 'bout no license!"

♡ hobie's universe is set in the 1970's and living in a dystopian police-state means it's too risky to bring back a phone with him, so he's often left out of spiderkid groupchats. miles still tries to keep him up to date on the latest memes and inside jokes though. they also have their own inside jokes too

♡ hobie wouldn't bring a smartphone with him anyways since he's so mistrusting of tech in general. video games, laptops, and "smart" tech mystify him, and smart watches? forget about it. when miles gets one for christmas one time, hobie clowned on his bf so hard the watch was never seen again

♡ that being said, they love exchanging music often so the only piece of technology hobie ever brings back to his dimension is an ancient half-busted ipod (it was probably rio's at one point) filled with music miles managed to download for him that week. spiderman-ing and living as a homeless teen means hobie doesn't get much time to explore genres outside of the UK punk scene and listening to brand new genres is often a trip! hobie finds out he loves drum n bass, grindcore, industrial techno, UK drill, deep house and 90's hip hop

♡ hobie gets miles to make him cool posters for whatever venue he plans on (or doesnt plan lbr) playing at every now and then

♡ rio LOVES hobie. hobie is the perfect gentleman (gentlespider?) around her and often tries to help her around the house when he can. miles... does not enjoy how much his mom favors his partner. jeff is also not so crazy about this smart-mouthed punk

♡ miles and hobie absolutely swap clothing as often as possible, with hobie "borrowing" miles' clothes more often. miles' parents keep commenting on how much of a rockero he looks with all the punk stuff and hobie never returns clothes without having altered them in some way (pins n bits everywhere, a mysterious rip or two here n there, pinned-up sleeves, etc)

♡ miles is absolutely horrible at cooking and feels left out when he sees hobie helping his mom in the kitchen. he desperately tries to learn, but it's a wonder how he hasnt sliced his fingers off yet trying to peel and cut platanos so they can make tostones

♡ for a person who's built like a lamppost, hobie is shockingly graceful with his movements. he always slips around a room like a cat and miles is so jealous of that. long gangly limbs should be a deterrent from moving like That and yet here he is, practically pirouetting around miles for fun

♡ which is a total TRIP when they go out swinging around a city. once the mask is on, every movement hobie makes is chaotic, frantic and unpredictable. spiderpunk and hobie are very different people sometimes

♡ rio often points out hobie's thinness as a typical hispanic mom does ("jóven, pero tu 'ta tan flaco, hobie honey come eat! i have leftovers here!") and miles also agrees that hobie could eat a lil more too. he is always sneaking bits of food into hobie's pockets or bags, saving fries and last slices for his partner. sometimes hobie brings home armfuls of tupperware filled with caribbean food back to his boat

♡ in return, hobie is like a magpie and brings back shiny gifts for them, some handmade stuff too. miles' drawers and nightstand are filled with jewelry, bottles, knickknacks, and other handmade accessories. his walls are filled with collages and zines hobie makes for him and rio bought frames for some of the pieces he makes her

♡ the first person to say "i love you" was miles, but by accident. after realizing it, he was nervous as hell worrying that hobie would clown him to death since he didnt seem like a big romantic. instead, hobie went nuts about it in his own hobie way, writing lyrics about miles' face when he said it, doodling them together more often, teasing miles about it often but lightheartedly. he flaunts miles' love whenever he can

♡ miles has a lethal puppydog face and he KNOWS it! one 🥺 look and hobie immediately folds and gives miles whatever he wants. but not before hemming and hawing about it first, playing up his hesitation just to make miles laugh

♡ speaking of laughter, hobie does Thee Most just to see his bf laugh or smile. he will always goof off in the bg, crack jokes every 2 secs and pretend to get hurt sometimes. hobie is naturally sarcastic and goofs off in general anyways but around miles he dials it up to 200

♡ hobie tries to get miles in on the whole anarchism thing but 1. the texts and manifestos from his dimension are different than miles' and 2. miles is a teen boy. he doesn't know anything about the theory of alienation or effective mutual aid and won't really care at the moment. "mm, you'll learn all 'bout it soon enough, though... eventually," hobie muses

♡ miles is not as big on pet names as hobie is. hobie has like 24984 nicknames for miles but miles mostly sticks to just calling his partner by his name. one day during history class tho a lightbulb moment happens, and when they meet up again miles is excited

"hobie!! guess what, i really got it this time. i have a nickname that i know you're gonna love!"

"spill," hobie says as he throws an arm over miles' shoulders.

"so you always call me sunflower all the time, right? and your name is ho... bee. get it? so i was thinkin' i'm gonna call you 'honey bee' now. y'know, you're not the only one who's got corny ass nicknames! it's good, right?"

hobie has to fight not to grin like a jackass

♡ hobie's sleep schedule is atrocious so whenever miles can manage it, he tries to wrestle his partner into any bed and tucks him in. hobie is touched that his sunflower cares so much about him ♡

♡ miles almost never gets permission to sleep over other friends' houses but on the rare occasions he does, he leaps into portals and goes to visit hobie in his dimension. his fave part of New London is hobie's boat, bc they set up a big hammock for them to lay in, feeling the sway of the boat and letting it lull them to sleep. not to mention that the boat itself is totally badass, and hobie more often than not encourages miles to cover it in graffiti

♡ hobie lowkey (but highkey) loves when miles gets a little bossy, forceful or stern. he loves ribbing miles about it (the "ill do it, but not cuz you told me to" line in mumbattan was a total joke from hobie btw LOL) and saying corny shit in response to a demand, but he loves seeing miles being confident and calling the shots every once in a while. it makes him proud

♡ if they can, miles and hobie try to gather up as much food as they can and take it over to the F.E.A.S.T. that's in hobie's dimension. miles meets hobie's "family" there and gets to know the community, which feels so much more tight-knit and welcoming than Visions. once miles gets over the major jarring differences between his world and hobie's, he finds he LOVES New London

♡ miles and hobie teach each other slang from their countries and time periods, you can't change my mind. miles walks around saying shit like "bloody 'ell" and "septic" all the time. the one time hobie said "deadass" completely unironically, all of the spiderkids DIED laughing

♡ miles learns that EVERY spider is a total dweeb in some way shape or form. even hobie! hobie's awkwardness comes out when theyre in big groups of people. hobie is oddly comfy with performing in front of crowds but when he's invited to parties and tries mingling, it's so... sooo awkward. miles secretly rejoices when he finds out hobie's weakness

♡ i'm an adhd hobie truther and i hc that miles buys hobie the weirdest fidget toys he can get his hands on. along with his switchblade, jewelry, and whatever he stole that day, hobie carries various different fidget toys in his vest to keep boredom at bay

♡ hobie definitely writes songs for miles but takes a very very very long time to actually admit it. miles finally finds out when one of hobie's songwriting notebooks falls open when hanging out in his boat, and hobie comes clean about it. with miles' encouragement tho, hobie makes the decision to add some of those songs into the usual setlist his band performs

♡ if miles ever has time, he tries to attend whatever gig hobie and his band has going on. he loves to see hobie perform on stage, his energy and stage presence is always electrifying

#mine #across the spiderverse #punkflower #miles morales #hobie brown #stupid ass tumblr posted my 1st draft completely randomly while i was in the middle of writing this #so uh if theres any mistakes its cuz i had to rewrite ALLLL of this in my notes app #hope yall enjoy tho ♡ #i am relatively new to this fandom.... kinda? well specifically punkflower #so if these hcs are basically fanon i wouldn't know lol i just skimmed the tag on tumblr recently #im going purely off of Vibes and movie/comic canon #ive seen some good takes in the tags as well and those inspired me too!! #so ye hehehe #these 2 are giving me brainworms my god i havent even written hcs for my other OTP #i should.... probably get started on that since i kinda had fun writing this! #and uh if theres mistakes you noticed at all i also wrote most of these while.... zooted as well. so. yeah lol #spiderverse

[chocogi]

He’s worked too hard for this to not work.

Thick, cold ichor spelled out foreign words around an intricate octogram.

He had to go to far places for the requirements, and with Teyvat crumbling under his feet, it was getting more dangerous for either him or Klee to come out of Khaenri’ah’s haunting ruins.

It was still a mystery to him how the faded, cracking walls of the palace still held up. Maybe Teyvat itself knew.

A red claw from a Daemon, a broken-off, shining horn from a Dragonoid not unlike an opal, an elemental spirit trapped in a jar, a broken vial of blood from a True Giant, the atlas bone of the last Divine Ancestor, a feather of a Fallen, the heart of a Demonoid, and simple slime condensate from a Hydro Slime.

All of them are covered in syrupy, cold divine blood, and they thrummed with power not native to Teyvat.

Not that Albedo cared. He simply wanted the godling in the golden cocoon alive and well.

Ha may not have had any ties to the Creator, but Klee does. And maybe, he’ll find his answers and gain another little sibling.

All eight requirements sat on their respective corners of the Octogram, and as he quietly whispers unfamiliar words into the ruins’ stale air, the Octogram glowed brightly.

Klee peeks her head out from behind one of the pillars.

Albedo stands a little ways away from the Octogram, his back to his little sister.

“Are we going to be okay?”

“..yes. It’s okay, Klee. We will be okay. And we’ll get a new friend.”

Elven ears perk up. “Will they like Jumpty Dumpty?”

A timid, tired chuckle. “I’m sure they will.”

The golden threads around the icy body started to move, like they’ve woken up.

The blood bubbles and evaporates, not leaving any mark on the dirtied and faded royal carpet. the eight requirements on the eight bloody corners vibrated and dissolved into blue pixels.

Albedo sighs quietly. “Come, Klee. Let’s make something for the Creator, okay? I’m sure they’re hungry.”

Klee perks up and skips over to her tired brother., giggling happily.

Your eyes flutter, and you wake up surrounded by now-inanimate golden thread in a dilapidated throne room. You blink blearily and and sit up, looking around to lock onto Albedo’s worried gaze.

Albedo quietly offers you food and a glass of water. “Good afternoon, are you okay?”

You sniffle in a pitiful manner and accept the shared food, before shaking your head no.

His arms wrap around you while you eat, Klee offering her hugs as well, and the three of you huddle for comfort in the palace ruins.

Teyvat’s destruction halts to a stop. Your cheeks go damp with sparkling tears.

And despite him lacking both warmth and chill, you find comfort and safety wrapped in his arms.

A part two was requested by three people, and i was like, okay, but i really just wanted that drabble to get out of my drafts already because its been in there for almost a half year. no beta we die like teppei

idk man but part one works as standalone, someone just wanted this scenario and so i stuffed it with an anime reference

#thoughtless meja #genshin impact #genshin sagau #sagau #genshin #genshin impact sagau #albedo genshin #genshin impact klee #klee #genshin angst #genshin scenarios #genshin comfort #hurt/comfort #idk anymore #hey look tho i hope yall enjoy this just as much as yall enjoyed what is now pt1 #albedo #klee genshin impact #spark knight klee

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déjà vu

déjà vu : a french term that translates to "already seen." It is a phenomenon where an individual feels a strong sense of familiarity or recognition with a current situation.

bnha chap. 362 n 403 spoilers ! childhood friends to lovers can you tell i'm inlove with this trope oooorrr…, angsty?? bittersweet hurt/comfort ?? fem reader, reader's height isn't specified but is shorter than katsuki's, reader gets a bit insecure but katsuki fixes that up rq, reader is very mushy n inlove with katsuki, (but aren't we all) katsuki loves reader very much in return

in his final moments, katsuki thinks of you.

he thinks about primary school. you’re both ten, double digits. foolishly believing you were all grown up. katsuki’s fingers are white and dry from cleaning up the chalkboard, since you guys were tasked for clean up duty today.

or at least, you were. but your classmate suddenly vanished without a word and katsuki, as nice and helpful as he was (to you, at least) decided to stay behind to help you, don’t ask him where your cleaning buddy went, he has absolutely no idea and has absolutely nothing to do with it. at all.

“ y’know—” he starts, soaking the soggy sponge into the water bucket next to him, then squeezing it out. “when we’re done with this stupid school stuff, i’ll go pro.” he states, slapping the sponge onto the board, creating a loud splat noise.

you, having heard this time and time before, simply look at him and smile, placing your classmates chairs on top of their desks row by row “mhm, i know !” you grin “ 'n you’ll be number one, right ?” you’re standing in between two desks, hands playing with your uniform skirt behind your back.

“hell yeah i will !” katsuki boasts, smirking. he scrubs at the board a little more vigorously.

“bad word !” you tease, giggling as you point at him “ 'm gonna tell miss you said a cuss word again !”

he huffs, turning around to scrunch his nose up and stick his tongue out at you, you stick yours out back playfully. “as if i care ! yer too much of a wuss to snitch on me anyways.”

“no I’m not, i’ll do it right now !” katsuki rolls his red eyes at you, returning to his task and wiping the board down in a zig zag motion. “ i don’t care” he reiterates.

you pout at his back and just then get an idea you’re sure will piss him off, a cat like grin pulls at your lips.

“okaaayy … then i’ll just tell your mom !” you sing, bursting into giggles when he swiftly turns around and waves the wet sponge in your direction. he’s too far to reach you but you dodge anyway, just to mess with him.

“no you won’t.”

“yeah, i will !” you counter, blowing a raspberry at him. you both break out into a fit of giggles when he aggressively dips the sponge into the water and flicks the droplets at you once more, before he decides to close the distance and chase you around your cramped little classroom growling and screaming, threatening you with the dirty sponge.

you’re squealing and giggling and laughing, trying to fend him off with a broom and even then, at ten. then when the concept of cherishing memories of the time you spend together wasn’t even an afterthought in his mind, katsuki remembers wishing he could stay with you like this forever.

when you’re both out of breath the classroom is just as messy—if not messier than it usually is. you give eachother a look then belly laugh some more.

you’re picking up chairs again and katsuki’s helping you, so it goes even faster. you don’t wanna go home because you won’t be seeing him anymore, but you have to admit your eager to finish and leave school.

katsuki’s back is to you on the second row and he can’t see you looking at him from the back row, he decides it’s time he says what he wanted to say before you got distracted. he clutches the legs of the chair he’s holding a little tighter.

“hey,” his voice comes suddenly in the quiet, it surprises you a little, you hum in response “ 'm really gonna go pro when we’re done with school, y’know.” he insisted.

you tilt your head wearily, looking at him with his back still turned to you. “yeah, i know.” you respond “you said that already.” you’re confused, he can’t hear the scrapping noise of the wooden chairs anymore, it’s annoyingly too quiet now.

“ you’re coming with me” he pauses, turning to you a little so you catch a peak of his quickly reddening face. it sounds like a statement but even then you know better. you don’t miss a beat, nodding furiously “uhuh, always !” his cheeks flare up more as he turns fully towards you. he walks over until the only thing separating you is the desk in between. he turns his back to you again to lean against the desk seperating you both.

“you’ll be with me, and we’ll be pro's together” he maintained. he feels his chest tighten when you offer him more of your pretty bright smiles and nods, you smile at him the way he knows you don’t with the other boys in class who are stupid enough to think they deserve even a second of your time and it makes him feel a little bit more confident as he speaks more clearly “a-and I’ll be number one, and you’ll be number two. but not behind me, with me, yknow ?” he feels stupid for having to explain himself but you don’t mind, as long as you can stay with katsuki you don’t mind which number you are. you move across the table so you can stand next to him. you nod and he let's out a little huff and a smile starts pulling at his mouth.

"a-and" he gulps " 'n then—i'll marry you."

it's quiet for just moment.

and then you register what he said and feel your entire body heat up.

"w-wha ?! " you sputter "marry me ?!" your wide eyes startle him as he glances at you but refuses to look over again. he's red to the tips of his ears, pulling at the bottom of his now longer tucked in shirt. despite the growing lump in his throat, he nods.

"mhm," he kicks at an eraser laying on the floor, the only noise heard coming from it hitting a wall a little further. you don't see where, you're still looking at him. " my ma says i can't do it now, since it's...illegal, or something." he scoffs dissaprovingly "b-but..when 'm older," he sucks in a breath, then suddenly turns to you causing you to sit up straighter in suprise, you feel your hands gripping the desk tighter and tighter as your face feels more and more on fire. "when i'm older—i'll do it. that way, none of those other losers will look at you."

he looks way more flustered than you but he's sitting up straight still, eyes determined and unwavering and it knocks the wind out of you, because for as long as you can remember katsuki's been the coolest.

there's absolutely no doubt in your mind he's embarrassed. if his face wasn't a dead give away, his posture and demeanor give it away just as much. you've known him for a long time now, since you were 6 years old and he had walked up to you. little newbie you, who had transferred in the middle of the school year and with nobody to play with. he was there, head held high with his friends in tow behind him, demanding to know what your quirk was and the rest was history.

katsuki persists even when he knows the odds are low, he perseveres and keeps kicking and punching and blowing up everything in his path where anyone else would've given up while they had the chance. like when he fought against those 4th graders while you were all still only in 2nd grade. his face was all messed up and he had a nosebleed, but he ended up winning. because he swore he would keep winning.

'cus that's what heroes do.'

katsuki fights and keeps fighting even if you think the odds are low, because he doesn't. to him, there's absolutely no doubt in his mind he'd win. even here, when he isn't fighting, instead confessing to you. he's red-faced, embarrassed out of his mind and nervous, but his shoulders are squared and there's no doubt in his eyes after he had just told you he would marry you. when he thought about being older, he thought about you being there with him.

and even after what you'd heard all you can think is that your katsuki is so cool.

so with a bright smile, bright eyes and the summer sun slowly setting in your empty little cramped classroom, you give him your response.

"mhm ! "

katsuki thinks about his last year of middle school.

today's the last day of your middle school life before you go off to high school and katsuki couldn't be happier to leave this shitty school. he's 15 now. older, but besides his features, remained the same (to you, at least) .

it's your last day and you finish it off with cleaning duty, ironically, and he remembers that day back in elementary. then proceeds to shake it off, hoping to shake off the embarrassing memories. but it doesn't seem to work because it feels like the universe is seriously fucking with him.

you're the one tasked with cleaning duty again and with your cleaning buddy, yet again, being nowhere to be found. katsuki yet again staying behind to help you out. and again, katsuki has absolutely no idea where your buddy went and has absolutely nothing to do with it. at all.

it shouldn't be anything new, he stays and helps, albeit begrudingly, every time you have cleaning duty. but it feels different somehow. katsuki chalks it up to it being the end of the year.

the only difference from last time is you actually finish in record time. usually, that would've been great news, less time at school and even more free time katsuki can spend with you.

but you're quiet today.

you usually chat his ear off, and just because it's you, he chat's right back. wether you're messing around teasing each other or just talking about your day at school or who's house you're staying over at for the afternoon and which movie you're watching, you're always talking about something. it's comforting where he'd usually think it to be annoying with anyone else. but they aren't you.

and he doesn't like it.

when you finish you reach for your bag sitting neatly on top of your desk but katsuki stops you, grabbing your wrist. the feel of your soft skin has him involentarily flushing lightly, he ignores it in favor of squeezing your wrist when you don't immediately look back at him.

"what's up with you ?" he questioned gruffly. it comes out harsh, but that's not what you hear. you've known katsuki for a long time, after all. he's worried, you can tell. his words are rough around the edges but his eyes are soft, filled with care and the soft stroke of his thumb against you skin sends slight shivers down your spine when you turn to look at him shyly.

you open your mouth to deny him, but he can practically read your mind "don't give me that 'nothinngg' bullshit" your nose scrunches at the way his voice raises in pitch as he crudely mimicks you and a little smirk pulls at his face for only a moment before it falls again " don't go lyin' to me. know i hate that shit" he rasped.

you sigh, he's known you just as long as you'd known him after all.

you lean against your desk and he copies you, your shoulders brushing as he scoots himself a little closer to you. you jump up a little to sit on your desk, you're the same height as him like this. he scoots a little closer and turns to look at you, placing his hands on your desk to lean on it, fingers inches away from yours.

"i just—" you faltered "this our last day of school. when the day is over we'll be high schoolers." you stated. katsuki scoffs jokingly and leans a bit closer to you "what ? you tellin' me youre gonna miss this dump ? last i heard, you were the first one who wanted to leave so you wouldn't have to deal with mr. nakamura anymore." he jests, trying to lighten the mood as best he could, the worry in his eyes still shining bright. a smile pulls at the corner of his lips when you huff out a little giggle.

"yeah well, i won't be missing mr. nakamura. or his stupid tests" you pretend to shiver as you cringe "at all." katsuki let's out a cute chuckle. he's like a magnet, you feel yourself scooting closer to where he's leaning next to you, like you're being pulled closer to him, you don't mind. you never mind being close to katsuki.

"but..?" he coaxed, knowing that wasn't all you wanted to say.

"but.." you continue "but i'll miss this, yknow ? like—the school itself wasn't..the best" katsuki scoffs in response but doesn't interrupt "the teachers weren't either. but—i dunno—this. being here." you confess, you stare down at your shoes as you kicks your legs aimlessly into the air " we've spent such a long time here, and now we're leaving. we went from being the youngest—to the oldest, to going back to being the youngest again, and that in itself isn't the problem.."

"then what is ?" he raises a brow.

"we're gonna be in a completely different school, with completely different people—"

"but we'll be together." he interrupts "you said you wanted to go to ua too" you said you were gonna stay with me is what he wants to say, but it's childish and that wouldn't be fair to you.

"of course, i still do !" you reassure "but—there'll be tons of new, strong, cool people at ua.."

"maybe even stronger and cooler than me.." you trail off. you don't need to say more for katsuki to understand what you mean and it pissed him off.

"shut up." he growls.

"katsuki—"

"no. shut the fuck up." he's right in front of you before you can blink. you reflexively part your legs and he takes the opportunity to stand even closer to you, right in your space. you feels your cheeks warm at the proximity, your close enough to see it's apparently affecting him too, his cheeks turning a cute pink but as stubborn as your katsuki is he doesn't budge. as usual.

you don't exactly know what you and katsuki are. you know you like him, you know you have for a long time. and you'd like to believe he likes you too. he doesn't act the way he does with you the way he does with his other friends (or his lackeys as he calls them, you're the only one he openly calls his friend) but he doesn't really have anyone close to him besides you, so you don't know if he'd act this way with someone else.

the thought leaves a nasty taste in your mouth, so you decide to focus on something else. something else being katsuki, of course, he's all up in your space. his gaze not allowing you to look or even think about anything else but him.

"who i meet at ua doesn't fuckin' matter, they'll all be weaksauce compared to me anyway" he states smugly, causing you to huff out a laugh again " i don't care if theyre cool, or strong" his nose scrunches up in disgust as he quips venomously "i don't care about any of that—and i don't hang out with you because of that either—i fuckin' care about you because you're you."

your heart stutters.

" what, you think i hang out witcha because of superficial shit like that ? you mockin' me or something ?"

"no, no course not !" you insist, shaking your head.

" exactly, so don't..." he huffs, looking away from you towards the ground, there's a random eraser lying on the ground and he kicks it "don't go saying dumb shit like that."

"i don't waste my time with just anyone, 's why i'm wastin' it with your ass" he jokes, chuckling when you squeeze his nose in response. supressing a smile you whine at him when he leans forward to bite yours.

"katsuki, you're gross !" you giggle as you push at his face, he smiles lightly at the sound of your laughter, one of his favorite sounds. "ya started it." he disputes weakly, his smile turning into a smirk when you groan and then it falls again as he looks at you seriously.

" but seriously" he starts "i mean it, y'know. don't just say shit to say it"

"i know" you smile. he grunts in acknowledgement then continues.

"i don't care about how cool those future ua asshats are gonna be. you're different, you're not like that—i mean—that's not what i look at—what i see with you" he fumbles around for his words and groans, slamming his forehead against your shoulder. you're used to katsuki being physical, but that was usually when he was being annoying, pinching and prodding and biting at you. he's rarely ever this affectionate. it's different, but nice..really nice, so you savor it while you can. your fingers twitch a little closer to his and you decide to take a leap of faith, placing your hands ontop of his. he flinches and you're about to pull back when he grips your hands, intertwining his fingers with yours. you feel him huff into your uniform. his hair tickles as he shuffles his head deeper inside your shoulder.

"you're not like those other losers, y'not like anyone" he explains "you're—when you're around it's like you're glowing. you're bright and when you talk, everyone sorta—gets pulled towards you like you're some typa magnet" his hands get warmer against yours as he speaks. you're surprised that he sees you this way, when that's practically the same way you see him.

" you pull people in so easily, and it pisses me off that you don't realise it. you are strong, and cool and everything else but that's not all you are. s'not all i care about."

"you're annoying. and whiney. extremely annoying, actually" he chuckles, and you pull at his ear "but—" he continues "but you're..fun to be around or whatever, wouldn't be around you otherwise. you're too fuckin' nice and your taste in music isn't bad" katsuki grumbles.

he wants to say more, so much more. he wants to say he thinks the way you immerse yourself when you're watching a movie together is adorable. the way you hold yourself back from commenting during the movie so as not to be annoying, even thought he could listen to you naming street signs and never get bored. the way your eyes light up when you get your grade back for a test you had studied your ass off for, when you come to him showing off your hard work it makes him want to hold you and never let go. he wants to say the way you're not scared to banter and bicker with him, the way your nose scrunches up when you try to hold in your laughter when he passes you a crudely drawn picture of your homeroom teacher, the way you smile at him whenever you see him, whenever he shares his umbrella or your lunches even though you have your own and he has his, makes him want to kiss you silly.

he wants to say all this and more, but he knows the words won't come out right, they never do. but somehow you understand and it's another thing he admires—that he loves about you.

"i...didn't know you felt that way" is all you can quietly muster up. you're cute, he feels you squeezing his hands a little tighter " yeah you didn't, cus i didn't tell you" he ribbed. you huff out a 'dont be annoying" gruffly and he chuckles. the asshole.

your asshole, though, your heart decides.

you're both quiet, everything is quiet and you're happy, reassured. you'd be happy if this is where the conversation ended but katsuki never fails to surprise you today it seemed.

" 'sides" he squeezes your hands tighter "i promised you i'd marry you didn't i ? how can i do that if i'm not around you, hah ?"

you're heart skips approximately three beats at the memory of his promise and you lean back to look at his fully red cheeks and his fleeing eyes.

"you still remember that ?" you ask incredulously. he rolls his eyes but you can tell it's simply to save face as he responds " of course i do. wasn't that long ago."

"but—we were like—ten when that happened. "

"so ?" he responds simply "doesn't change nothin'. i told you, i don't say shit to just say it."

you're flustered and so utterly confused, but there's a happy feeling bubbling in your stomach at his words " but we're not even dating !"

"we're not ?" of course not , he knows he hadn't properly asked you to be his girlfriend. but he figured if he talked about the memory that seemed to refuse being pushed aside, he could casually sneak by what he was too embarrassed to ask. but of course, you never make it easy for him.

"no, we aren't" you pout, crossing your arms at him. he grumbles, reaching to pull your arms away from your chest but you're stubborn, he was right about you being extremely annoying. "cut that out," he hissed.

"mm-mm ! " you shake your head "you can't just decide we're together. i didn't even know you liked me like that.." you trail off shyly. katsuki looks utterly baffled "hah?! whaddya mean you didn't know ? you don't see me actin' like this with anyone else do you ?"

"that's cus you're mean to everyone else !" you choked out, puffing your cheeks out at him.

"well yeah ! but—that's the thing, i'm not mean to you !" he defends, faltering when you raise a brow at him "fuck off, m'not that mean ! i'm just messing with you !" he rebutted. you simply roll your eyes at him and after a moment he sighs.

"fine" he concedes "i should've told you i liked you, i don't just decide that i want you to be my girlfriend when it's convenient for me or something" he keeps quiet about how you could of also told him you liked him as well for now, for fear of you getting moody at him again.

you still look away from him and he groans "hey c'mon, look at me." he utters sincerely. after a minute, you offer him a glance and he takes his opportunity, turning your face towards him, holding back a grin when he feels how warm your cheeks are.

"do you...wanna be my girlfriend ?" he stammers, looking at you with his red cheeks and bashful red eyes, and yet his gaze doesn't falter.

so cool.

it's your last day of middle school, your last day before you go off to a different school with different people. but with your katsuki by your side, and that's all that matters to you.

and with a bright smile, bright eyes and the summer sun slowly setting in your empty classroom, you give him your response by pressing your lips to his softly.

katsuki thinks about the night before today, when you'd knocked at his door in the dead of night.

usually, on any other day, he'd have scolded you for being up so late but would've ended up letting you in anyway. but lately, things hadn't been as they had been before..everything happened. and he could tell you were upset, so he simply let you in without a word.

you take the liberty of laying down in his bed like you used to back at his house and back at the dorms. he doesn't mind. it feels familiar, comforting.

he lies down next to you and you immediately latch onto him, seeking his warmth. with your head in his chest, you hold onto him tightly, like he'll dissapear if you don't. he clings to you just as tightly.

"what's up with you ?" he mumbles sleepily, softer than when he would've if he were more awake, but still focusing all of his attention onto you.

he feels you shake against his chest "jus' wanted to be wif you" he hears you mumbles. he presses his lips to the top of your head, pressing a sweet little kiss onto it as you breathe "you know that's bullshit." he reprimands, he feels you squeeze him tighter. he squeezes your waist twice, his warm hands running up and down your sides "c'mon, talk to me" he prodded

you look up at him and he looks down at you. your eyes are glossy, he can tell even in the dark and he's sure you were crying a little. his theory is confirmed when he hears you let out a little sniffle, his heart breaks at the sound. his heart breaks even more when you squeeze your eyes shut, gripping at the front of his shirt.

"baby," he pleads softly, pressing soft kisses to your forehead, mouth and cheeks when you whine. "tell me what's bothering you, yeah ?"

"m'just—you're gonna be fighting tomorrow, and we all are and i know you're strong but you'll be in the front lines against him" you blubbered, you hiccup as tears roll down your cheeks " and i know you're strong. but katsu, i can't—" you gasp. he shushes you softly, pressing kiss after kiss to your lips. he knows what you're gonna say, he knows you're worried. he's known you for so long after all.

he hated himself the day he woke up after the first war. when he woke up to you crying at his side, with you yourself still being injured. he hates how much he worried you that day and he knows that the fleeting glances you give him whenever you have a briefing with the pro's, the way you stare off at nothing whenever you catch a glimpse of his scars, are all out of worry for him. he did the same after he had found out you had also been heavily injured during the brawl, so he can't say he wouldn't do the same way.

"baby, babe—look at me" he intones softly, grabbing onto your tear stained cheeks to get you to look at him, he's close so he's sure you can see him despite the darkness. he can't help pressing another kiss to your lips " nothing's gonna happen, okay ?" he reassures, rubbing your cheek softly.

"i can't see you like that again, katsuki. i just can't" you whimper, leaning into his hand.

"you won't, promise you won't." he vows. he knows you're even more worried because you'll both be in different areas and he hates he won't be able to keep his eye on you. but you're strong and cool and everything else, so he trusts you'll be okay "i need you to trust me"

"i do" you sniffle, taking a deep breath "i do trust you, but i just—don't wanna see you get hurt, kacchan"

he sighs softly, staring at you lovingly as he pulls you towards his chest. you nuzzle against him and he presses his mouth to the side of your head. "i can't promise i won't be gettin' hurt, s'gonna happen on the job" he says carefully, rubbing your back "but i promise i'll always come back to you. no matter how fucked up i get, i'll win. for you." he declares, feeling you shove your head deeper against his shoulder.

you remember how despite getting extremely injured by shigaraki, he recovered in record time. it seemed nothing could stop your boyfriend from proving to the world he was the best. because katsuki fights and keeps fighting even if you think the odds are low, because he doesn't. because to him, there's absolutely no doubt in his mind he'll win.

and despite the worry and the fear gnawing at you, you can't help but think your katsuki is so fucking cool.

so you nod against his shoulder and he feels the collar of his shirt grow wet, but he doesn't mind as your grip on him loosens lightly until you can feel yourself falling asleep.

before you fall though, you hear katsuki speak.

"besides, i promised you i'd marry you didn't i ?"

he feels you smile into his neck, and you give him your response by happily nodding into his shoulder with a hum.

in his final moments, katsuki thinks of you.

he thinks of the promises he's made. he thinks of the promise he made to his old hag to not cause you, such a sweet girl, too much trouble. he remembers the promise he made to his old man to stay safe while he went out on patrol and when he'd fight against shigaraki for the second time. he remembers the promise he made to himself to get his limited edition all might card signed one day. and he remembers the promise he'd made when he said he'd always, always come back to you.

and he remembers the promise he'd made to marry you. the promise that you both would be together and none of the other losers would look at you.

so when he awakens, katsuki doesn't bother to ask why or how.

he simply fights and keeps fighting, so he can win, no matter how fucked up he gets.

and always, always come back to you.

#eeeeeeee this ones a lil long #idk how to feel i like it but idkkkkk #i love my boyfriend tho i know that much #idrk what to do with that ending lol #but i think it came out okay ! #this ended up being rlly long i got in my feels a little LMFAOO #hope yall enjoy tho !! #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugo fluff #bakugou imagine #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugou katuski x reader #bakugou fluff #bakugou x you #bakugou x y/n #bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo fluff #bakugou drabble #kacchan #katsuki x y/n #katsuki x you

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whenever i start to feel like ive lost the ability to draw humans (due to frequently being obsessed with robots) i just draw kakashi being stupid repeatedly until i feel better about it

#bruh i dont even want to tag naruto. we are nOT doing that. #i hope some of yall are like mild fans of this guy tho so someone can enjoy these. for me hes like my pathetic little guy. #im literally obsessed with him i barely care about the rest of the series. i literally stopped watching because he wasnt onscreen enough. #soeepy #maybe ill put the character tag. for those people who share my brain illness for him. okay? #kakashi hatake

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꒰⚘݄꒱₊ 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 · · · ♡

— pairings: diluc x f!reader , background kaeya/albedo

— warnings: frat party, alcohol consumption, dubious consent (reader and diluc are tipsy), oral (f!receiving), fingering (f!receiving), slight overstim, unprotected sex, he cums on ur cunt, diluc is kind of ooc sorry, i’m rusty so this is probably also bad whoops

— wc: 4.5k

— synopsis: diluc is dragged out to a frat party. he decides its not so bad when he runs into you, his cute chem class lab partner.

— notes: probably a wee bit ooc; first time writing 4 diluc :,)) this came to me while staring directly at dilucs skin. hes so fine i aasjkdhfsjkdg,, also posted on ao3 here!

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“i told you, i don’t want to go.”

diluc grumbles, his arms crossed tightly as he watches his brother strut around the room, gathering up the clothes scattered around his bedroom floor. kaeya pauses to look at diluc and shrugs.

“well, i told you we needed a designated driver. you don’t drink. it’s perfect, don’t you think?” kaeya reasons, throwing all the clothes he decided not to wear back into his closet to sort for later. diluc rolls his eyes.

“i’m not a party guy. you know this.” the redhead sighs, heavily so, but despite all his protests he would probably end up going all the same. just to make sure his idiot brother doesn’t get himself in trouble.

kaeya goes eerily quiet, a thoughtful look on his face. then he perks up, “ah! here, how about this; i’ll buy you all the juice you want for the next… ahh, week, if you do this. sounds fair, no?”

diluc fights the small smile that threatens to turn up his lips. of course it was like kaeya to try and bribe him a little bit — he was going to go regardless, but he was never a man to turn down free juice. especially if it’s grape juice. call him a child, or maybe someone with strange taste, but it was one of his favorite things.

“fine. i’ll do it,” diluc concedes, uncrossing his arm and digging through his jacket pocket for his phone. he fishes it out to check the time while kaeya slings his own jacket over his shoulder.

“we’re picking up ‘bedo and venti on the way, just so you know.”

“albedo? i thought he wasn’t a party person?” diluc raises an eyebrow, looking up from his phone to shoot kaeya a questioning look.

“i convinced him… don’t worry about the specifics,” kaeya winks with a suggestive wiggle of his eyebrows. diluc rolls his eyes dramatically and looks back down at his phone.

“i won’t. i don’t want to hear about your escapades.”

kaeya only smirks in response, tossing his ponytail over his shoulder.

“c’mon, luc. let’s get going, it’s about time we head out!”

diluc has a feeling it’s going to be a looooong night.

the first thing he feels is the bass reverberating in his bones. it nearly shakes the foundation of the worn-down frat house, packed with bodies and alcohol and stained old furniture that has most certainly seen better days.

the moment the group makes their way into the house, kaeya and albedo are already splitting off to do god knows what. venti winks at diluc, thanks him for the ride, and disappears into the crowd. diluc assumes he’s off to get his fill of alcohol.

his eyebrows pinch slightly as he surveys the area and decides that the kitchen is probably the least packed, so he shuffles his way through girls dancing and guys cheering around a dirty ping pong table, muttering apologies as he is bumped into left and right by rowdy party-goers. he lets out the breath he didn’t know he was holding once he regains a little bit of personal space.

the fluorescent lighting in the kitchen is jarring compared to the dark corners of the rest of the house but it only takes mere moments for his eyes to readjust. he takes a spot near the corner, leaning against the wall as he once again takes in his surroundings. there’s a door leading to the back patio—he’s sure there’s some rowdy couple out there making out or something. there are a few other people in the kitchen getting drinks, one of who he recognizes as venti, and another…

he blinks, rubbing his eyes to make sure he’s absolutely correct.

his lab partner from chemistry class — you.

absolutely gorgeous in that short little dress of yours, a smile on your lips as you’re passed a red solo cup filled with what he assumes is some sort of liquor.

his eyes gravitate towards the hem of your dress, barely covering the plush fat of your ass. your thighs are on full display and diluc really hopes he’s not drooling. when his eyes sweep back up again, he realizes that you’ve caught him staring. a playful smile tilts your pretty pink lips upwards and he feels his face heat up with shame.

he clears his throat and looks away from you, busying himself with picking up a drink of his own. he doesn’t know what it is but he needs to occupy his brain with something before he thinks too hard about you in your little dress and pops a boner—

he throws the drink back, his face scrunching up in disgust as he realizes that its alcohol — he’d have to make sure he’s sobered up later so he can drive his group home. he definitely wasn’t going to do it intoxicated.

“diluc? s’that you?”

he hears your voice and tenses slightly, hesitating before his crimson eyes meet your own glittering irises. you’re wearing makeup, he realizes, eyelids covered in glitter and liner sharp enough to cut. your lashes are long, fluttering as you stare into what he feels is his very soul.

he says your name softly, clearing his throat when his voice cracks a little. you smile a little wider and he resists the urge to grimace in embarrassment.

“didn’t know you were the partying type,” diluc finally says after he’s managed to calm his nerves a little. you tilt your head a little.

“i didn’t peg you for the partying type either,” you reply with a giggle, taking a sip from your plastic cup. “you’re so… quiet and stoic and, i dunno, responsible, so i was surprised when i saw you here!”

‘checking me out, no less!,’ went unsaid, but diluc was sharp enough to catch on. you didn’t seem put off, though — he thinks if you were, you would completely ignore him, probably ask to change lab partners-

he’s getting in his own head again. he rubs the back of his neck and glances off to the side with a half-assed shrug.

“my friends needed a guy to drive. i don’t drink, so…”

“but you’re holding a cup of alcohol?”

he glances down at the near empty cup, bent in slightly from his iron tight grip. he winces and loosens up a little.

“.. i sober up quick. i needed something to…“ he trails off, biting the inside of his cheek nervously.

“loosen up a little bit?” you finish his sentence, and he lets out a sigh of relief, nodding. initially, he just needed a distraction, but he wouldn’t mind a little bit of relaxation as well. he was tense, horribly so, and he’s worried you would notice sooner or later.

“i get it,” you continue, swirling the liquid in your cup. “sometimes all the people at parties make me nervous, so its nice to get a little something something to make the night easier!”

he nods again in agreement, a little slower this time. a comfortable silence falls upon the two of you for a few moments. the party music is blaring, bass rumbling the floor, a comfortable blanket of noise that keeps you both company.

“you’re here with friends too?” he finally asks, not to fill the silence but out of genuine curiosity.

“oh— yeah, but i think they’re going home with someone tonight...” you scratch the side of your head, laughing — he thinks he’s in love with the sound of it. “i’ve been drinking a bit too much so i’ll probably just uber home tonight anyways...”

“i can take you home if you want,” diluc blurts out. he can’t help himself. you turn him damn near into a blubbering fool.

you laugh again, sheepishly this time. “don’t get me wrong, i would love that, but…. don’t you have your other friends to take care of..?”

he shrugs.

“two of them are probably hooking up, and god knows where the other one went. i’m positive they’ll be fine. i’m more worried about you right now.”

your face warms at his words, and you play with the dainty golden chain necklace that rests on your collar bones. his eyes dart to the action before he forces himself to make eye contact again.

“well, when you put it like that..” you grin, and in a sudden burst of boldness, you hook your arms around his. he grunts, turning his face slightly in a poor attempt to hide how hard he felt he was blushing. god, he can feel your perfect tits through the thin fabric of your dress and its despicable. he takes a deep breath. do not pop a boner, ragnvindr, absolutely do not.

“i’ll be in your care, master diluc~” you sing and he wills himself to stay strong.

for once in his life, he thinks he needs another drink.

you find it fun to mess with diluc.

even more so when you’re just a little bit intoxicated.

the way his face turns cherry red, a brilliant shade that nearly rivals his fluffy hair, the way he grumbles and furrows his brows, it all makes you want to kiss him all over. you nuzzle closer to him and he turns a few shades redder, if that was even possible. you grin.

while you’re hanging off of his arm, his phone buzzes, and you tilt your head quizzically up at him as he checks his texts. he rolls his eyes.

“told you they’d be fine,” he says as he shows you a slew of drunk texts from what you could only assume to be his friends.

you zero in on the last two texts, a sneaky little smile growing on your face as you read them.

dont wait up fo rus, bedo ans i cab get qnothwr ride ; ) you hv fufn with ur girly ovr there

“your girly, huh?” you tease.

diluc rolls his eyes as he tucks his phone away, then tugs you closer to him. he steals the cup of alcohol from you and downs it in one go. you gape at him in surprise — he doesn’t even flinch.

“luc—?”

the way he stares at you shuts you right up. his crimson eyes bore into yours, flit down to your lips, then makes eye contact with you once again. you look away from him, breathless.

lord, the things you’d let this man do to you.

he says your name again, gruff this time.

“do you want to find a quieter spot?”

you glance around the two of you, your dreamy little atmosphere shattered when you come to the realization that there are still quite a few people in the kitchen; most are just people looking for drinks, but it seems the party is seeping out here as well. you glance up at the redhead and nod.

he shifts the both of you so that he has an arm wrapped around your waist, and he leads the two of you to a quieter part of the frat — an unoccupied bedroom a bit farther away from the booming bass coming from the living room. you feel impossibly warm like this, right up next to diluc, his large hand idly rubbing along your side as you enter the room. you hold back the dejected sigh that desperately wanted to come out when he lets go of you to close the door, locking it and checking with you just to make sure its okay.

“just so a drunk couple doesn’t come stumbling in,” he murmurs. you nod your head as he walks back up to you. your eyes are instantly drawn to his lips, and you think to yourself how fucking kissable they look right now.

he notices.

he’s confident that you at the least feel attraction to him, and that fills him with enough courage to pull you into his larger frame, his hands making their home on your hips once again. you yelp softly, hands coming up to rest on his chest.

“is this okay?” he asks softly, rubbing soothing circles into your side through the thin fabric of your minidress. you gulp and nod.

“yeah,” you mumble, a warm feeling growing in your tummy. butterflies maybe, whatever it is was driving you nuts.

the drunken girl in you just wants to pull him in and kiss him senseless. but you don’t. you hold on a little longer, that still sober part of you wanting to see what diluc would do next.

he doesn’t disappoint.

he leans closer and closer down to you, his head tilting slightly as his lips meld with yours. the kiss is hot and definitely sloppy; but considering you were both a little tipsy, it wasn’t too bad. not bad at all.

you note that he tastes like cherries.

you think you’re in heaven at this point, especially when the kissing turns into straight up making out, never once separating even though he’s backing you up into the bed. the backs of your knees knock into the mattress and you fall back onto the soft bedding. diluc is quick to follow, chasing your lips with his own.

you’re addicted to the taste of him, cherry flavored lips bruising against your own kiss swollen ones.

“fuck, ‘luc,” you whimper as he hovers above you, lips leaving a blazing hot trail down your jaw and over your neck. you claw at his shoulders, fisting the fabric of his jacket in one hand while the other travels up to card through his hair. he lets out a groan that goes straight to your core and you respond in kind, your legs moving to wrap around his hips so that you had some leverage to grind against him, separated only by the thin layer of your lace panties and his jeans. you’re soaking at this point, chest heaving as he sucks a pretty purple bruise into the tender flesh of your neck.

“i’ve been dreaming about this,” diluc says, voice a low rumble against the sensitive skin of your collar. it sends shivers down your spine.

“have you now?” you reply, kiss bruised lips quirking up in a smile. he nods, ghosting his lips back up your neck before hovering them right above yours.

“been dreamin’ about it since we were assigned lab partners.” he hums. “been goin’ crazy over how perfect you are. so smart, so gorgeous, so fucking perfect.”

his words make the butterflies in your core go wild. it makes you feel light and warm and tingly and you smile even wider.

in response to his words, you tug him gently by the collar of his jacket and smash your lips back against his, trying to convey all the words you wanted to say in this one action. a kiss you hoped felt full of love to him as it felt to you, bodies pressed so tightly together that the only thing that could get you even closer is if you became one.

he whispers your name softly as he pulls away, both of your chests heaving as you catch your breaths. in this moment you take in his flushed face, his swollen lips, his ruby eyes filled with so much adoration for you and only you.

“you’re driving me insane.” you mumble, cupping his face and stroking your thumb along his cheek.

“how d’you think i feel? i’ve been pining after you nearly this whole semester,” diluc chuckles. you laugh softly with him and peck the corner of his lips.

“you have me now, you know. whatever you want. i’m yours.”

“those are some dangerous words, love.”

“i meant what i said, master diluc.”

his eyes narrow slightly as you smirk up with him, knowing the effect those words had on him. it was just a silly joke amongst his friends, but when the words came from you? you knew it drove him crazy.

“it goes both ways, love. you are mine just as much as i am yours.”

what a sap.

you pull him down for another feverish kiss, his hands drifting down to pull the dress up your body. he pulls back and nearly groans at the sight of all your curves on display, pushing your dress even further up to reveal your chest, heaving up and down with each breath you take.

“no bra?” he hums softly, more of an observation than a question.

“it would’ve shown in the back,” you reply, raising your arms so that he could pull the piece of fabric up and over your head.

he tosses it over his shoulder, bringing his hands up to knead at your sensitive tits. it makes you arch your back, letting out a small whimper when he rolls a nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

“you like that?” he asks softly, leaning down to kiss in the valley of your breasts. you nod your head desperately.

“feels good,” you respond, gripping his shoulders tightly. if he minds, he doesn’t show it, laving his tongue over the soft skin of your chest before taking your left nipple in his mouth while he plays with the right.

“fuck.” you curse, tangling a hand in his hair as he smirks up at you. he releases your tit from his grip in favor of bringing his hand down to your panties, pausing as his hands ghost over your slit through your panties.

“you’re soaked…” he murmurs, rubbing gentle circles over your clit. your hips jerk slightly at the contact and you let out a whine. you needed more.

“s’all for you,” you breathe out, moving your hips against his hand. he tuts, stilling you with one hand.

he smiles down at you. “have patience love.” he waits until you’ve settled before hooking his fingers in the waistband of your underwear, pulling the article down your legs oh so painfully slow. you bite your lip in anticipation.

once the flimsy fabric is dangling around one of your ankles he kneels, throwing your legs over his shoulders. you can feel his breath ghost over your core. you shudder.

“you’ll be a good girl for me, won’t you?” he asks, looking up at you. he waits for you to make eye contact with him and you gulp. he squeezes your thigh, “i’m waiting.”

“y-yes,” you whine, goosebumps rising on your skin where he kisses over the sensitive flesh of your inner thigh.

“good. now stay still for me, okay? i’ll make you feel good. promise.”

true to his word, he slowly drags his tongue up your slit, drawing out a soft noise from you. he lets out an appreciative hum as he plays with your clit, tongue drawing circles around the twitching bud.

you needed more.

so you ran one of your hands through his hair, gripping the fluffy red strands and pushing his face towards your dripping cunt. he chuckles, amused, before wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking.

you gasp out, tugging again, and he responds by slipping two fingers into your clenching hole. the sensation has you crying out in pleasure as he slowly twists his digits, pumping them in and out, working in tandem with his mouth on your clit. it has you seeing stars.

“diluc, diluc, diluc,” you chant, trying to grind your hips against his face, but his other hand grips your hip tightly as his other continues to pump in and out of your cunt. he slows down to add a third finger, drawing a long moan from you, pulling back from you to properly watch your face.

“so fucking beautiful,” he says as he curves his fingers just right, watching as you crumble and fall apart. your hole spasms around him and you mutter curses, repeating the words “so close, so close, so close,” as he continues to hit that spot inside you.

the tightly wound coil in your tummy snaps when he puts his lips back on your pussy, licking up all your juices and sucking at your sensitive spot. you tug harshly at his hair and he groans, not in pain but in pleasure, continuing to lap up all of your essence as you twitch beneath him. he withdraws his fingers slowly but continues with his mouth, addicted to the taste of you.

“luc, m’ sensitive, please,” you gasp, hips twitching and thighs closing around his head. he tortures you for a few longer moments before pulls back, satisfied.

when you make eye contact with him, he makes a show of licking his lips and it has you immediately looking away, face burning in embarrassment.

“you taste good.” he mumbles, kissing his way back up to your face. he hovers over you with a sly grin before he kisses you, long and sweet, the taste of you lingering on his lips and tongue still.

you found that incredibly sexy.

“i do,” you grin up at him when he pulls away and he rolls his eyes playfully. “now c’mon, you’re still wearing too much.”

he hadn’t even realized that he was still fully dressed — he was solely focused on you and your pleasure that it had slipped his mind.

“lets fix that, shall we?” you hum as you sit up, tugging at the hem of his hoodie. he helps you pull the article of clothing up and over his head along with his shirt, and you just can’t help yourself as you ogle his muscles. he lets out a hum as you run a hand up his bicep and along his pecs, suddenly yelping as you playfully pinch one of his nipples.

“careful now,” diluc warns you and swats at your hand, raising an eyebrow as you giggle and move to run your hands up and down his abs.

“couldn’t help myself!” you sing, now toying with the hem of his jeans. “they’re just so cute.”

he rolls his eyes. “and you’re just so cute i could gobble you up.” he says sarcastically, loosening his belt and letting you push down the denim article. his bulge strains against the fabric of his boxers, stained with precum. you lick your lips.

“i’ll let you taste me another time, darling. i want this to be all about you.”

you blink up at him with a tilt of your head.

“are you sure—?”

“positive.”

he hooks his fingers in the waistband of his boxers and pulls them down, his cock springing out and slapping his toned stomach.

you think you’re drooling.

to be honest, you probably are.

he steps out of the fabric and sits himself next to you, pulling your hips so that you straddle his waist. the heat of his cock is so close to your aching cunt and you let out a little whine, obediently placing your hands on his shoulders. he lets out an appreciative hum.

“so wet for me baby. you wanna keep goin’?”

“i do, i do,” you mumble back, hand grasping his pulsing cock and lining it up with your slit. you both let out a groan as the fat tip breaches you, feeling nice and full as you sink lower and lower on him. he gives your hips a squeeze as you spear yourself on his cock, and you let out a mewl as he bottoms out.

“so tight, fuck, feel s’good baby,” he groans into the crook of your neck, gripping your hips tighter as you draw them in a circle. it’s so filling, so fucking much all at once, and your mouth drops open as you pant and whine atop him. “luc, so big, it’s so much..”

“you can do it.” he urges you, guiding you to gently bounce on top of him. you let out a soft cry as you rise high enough to leave only the tip inside before you’re dropping back down rhythmically, your fingernails gripping his shoulders.

but its not enough. you’re shaking as you move, thighs burning with exertion as you bounce on him, guided by his rough hands on you. it’s so much all at once and yet not enough at all and you’re babbling nonsense to him.

sensing your plight, he suddenly stands with you in his arms. he bounces you once, making you cry out in pleasure, before he’s gently setting you to lay on the bed as he pulls your hips flush to his. once he’s sure you’re settled, he gives your thighs a squeeze.

“let me know if it’s too much, okay?” is all he says before he’s pounding away, making you see stars.

you cry out his name like a prayer, scratching at his back as he leans over you and pistons his hips into yours. he brushes the spot that makes you cream around him, creating a nice little ring around the base of his cock.

“so good, so good, fuck! don’t stop, please,” you ramble breathlessly, nails leaving angry red trails down his back. he doesn’t seem to mind, in fact, he takes it in stride, mercilessly hitting your sweet spot over and over and over again.

“cum for me baby, c’mon,” he grunts, reaching between the two of you to rub your clit in tight circles. your back arches off the bed, pulling yourself flush to him as you cry out in pleasure, pulsing around his cock. he fucks you through your high, chasing his own, letting out the prettiest groan as he pulls out of you. he twitches as his cum spurts over your pretty little cunt, onto your stomach and thighs, making a mess. you hold eachother tightly as you recover, seemingly catching your breaths in sync. neither of you seem to mind.

he flops on the bed next to you, pulling you to his chest.

“feelin’ okay?” he asks, stroking your hair gently. you nod.

“feeling amazing, to be honest.” you grin at him, pressing a chaste kiss to the tip of his nose. this draws a smile from him and you feel a swell of pride in your chest. it’s not often that diluc smiles at you like that.

“you oughta smile like that more,” you murmur, pressing your forehead to his. he pulls you tight against him.

“maybe. only for you.”

“it’s a deal.”

he lets the two of you bask in the afterglow a little longer before he presses a kiss to your forehead and gets up. you whine at the loss of warmth, quickly followed by a yelp as you feel a ball of fabric hit you gently in the side.

“i’ll take you home. lemme get you some towels for.. y’know.” he trails off, feeling a little ashamed about what he had done. “sorry about that.”

you grin at him, watching as he digs through the closet for a washcloth before he throws one that looks clean enough at you.

“be careful with that thing. still in a frat and whatnot,” he quips as you wipe at the mess on your pelvis. you giggle.

“i’ll take a nice shower when i get home, don’t worry.”

he helps you get dressed before he dresses himself, hooking an arm around your waist as he leads you out and to his car.

you wake up the next morning with a killer hangover and sore legs.

as you roll over, your phone pings with a notification. you slap your hand around the nightstand for it, letting out a triumphant sound once you grasp the device.

wiping at your bleary eyes, you open your lockscreen.

diluc❤️: want to grab a coffee?

you grin widely as you hurriedly text him back.

you: i’ll be ready in 10 :)

you think that you’ll wear your cherry flavored lip gloss. just for him.

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[noxious-fennec]

C!Q + vylette's fit from Jawbreaker

(aka an idea I've had for every conceivable holiday for months and decidedly couldn't put out on an appropriate date)

#i feel a little off posting this during such a time of distress but my own misery wont help others so I'm doing it anyway #also hi!!! I've been offline a lot but after much stress and a week being mildly mistreated at the hospital i finally know what's wrong!! #PM/SSc overlap syndrome you can look it up. they caught it early tho so none of my connective tissue is damaged #nor do i have any major systemic effects so yay. im taking meds for it and im praying for the best #anyway enough of my life hi folks this is the first thing ive drawn in MONTHS sry im rusty #sidenote in light of the tumblr panic never hesitate talking to me about anything I'd love it im just socially anxious #anyway i love yall hope yall enjoy <3 I'll leave yall now xoxo #fennec. art #my art #dsmp fanart #cquackity

[sheepydwagondraws]

"You must embrace that as a part of yourself and continue to live positively."

(Anime comparison pic + rambles under the cut)

Rewatched all of s1 and s2 Mob Psycho 100 so I could watch s3 as it aired and naturally the brainrot seeped in LMAO

Formulated a whole mp100 x Deltarune crossover in my mind,, will definitely be posting more art of it, but rendering my beloathed </3

This drawing of human Spamton tho... my babygirl, my malewife, my ideal gender presentation

Also I feel like I shouldn't have to say this but just in case: spamton/kris and reigen/mob shippers will be blocked on sight yall are not welcome here gtfo

#I love him sm u dont understand #and i think the themes of mp100 work rlly well with DR too #i tend to do crossover stuff when i get invested in multiple fandoms at once lmao #aaanyway hope yall enjoy #deltarune #spamton #kris dreemurr #human spamton #krispsycho100 #<tag for this crossover au #stanley my beloved #<tag for human spamton on my blog #Sheepy post #i dont wanna put this on my main mob tag with the ending tonight #still trying to figure out how to tag stuff here for traction tho