#possibly the most mismatched set i've ever made

[ey-there-little-guy]

hello, goodbye, t'was nice to know you

Chapter 1 of 2: Daises - loyalty ; secrets between friends

Tubbo found a borrower in his flat a couple months ago, injured and in need of help. Now that Ranboo has healed it's time for them to part ways. (Unless?)

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finally decided to post this here. this all spawned from a prompt I found on a list by @a-tiny-frog-girl who is very cool 👍 It turned into its own AU haha. Next chapter will be Ranboo POV so that'll be fun ^_^ - cw: mentioned past captivity, past violence, referenced broken bones. tell me if I missed something! -

Tubbo looks away from the borrower that's been in his life for the past couple months, arms crossed over his chest in a way he hopes comes across as casual. "You can leave now. If you want to." He says.

"I-I can?" Tubbo can perfectly picture the way Ranboo looks when they say that; ears perking up, mismatch eyes shining in the light as they actually look up at Tubbo for once.

He shrugs "your arm is pretty much healed, so, yeah. Just— like, don't go straining it and shit."

"O-of course, yeah, mhm." Ranboo says, "and this isn't— you're not going to, like... stop me?" Their voice gets more unsure at the end.

Tubbo's eyes snap back to Ranboo, still standing on the shelf right where he set them, next to the hole in the wall. Their hands fidget with the tuft of fur at the end of their tail, attention still solely on the human.

"Why would I?" Tubbo says, frowning.

"Just— well, because. You, uh, y'know?" Ranboo waves a hand—the uninjured one—around the air between them and Tubbo in the most sweeping, vague motions possible.

Tubbo's frown deepens, "no, I don't know."

Ranboo winces and looks away at Tubbo's response, ears drooping immediately.

Tubbo takes a slow breath in, then sighs, expression softening. He thinks for a moment, trying to understand why Ranboo would ask that and what they're implying.

Ever since they took the makeshift splint off of Ranboo's arm yesterday, the phantom feeling of loneliness has been creeping back up on Tubbo, an invisible clock ticking down the hours, minutes, seconds until Ranboo finally decides to go back to their own life, taking up most of Tubbo's thoughts and causing a hollow feeling in his chest that he tells himself he'll deal with later.

He assumed Ranboo would be excited to finally go back to their normal life inside the walls, they were yesterday and this morning, why would they think Tubbo would stop them? Did they think he would...

Oh.

For a moment, the empty hole in his chest turns into a lead weight that interferes with his breathing.

"Ranboo," Tubbo tries to make the way his arms tighten around himself go unnoticed, aiming for a calm tone, "did... did you think I was going to keep you here?"

The borrower brings their tail closer, the end wrapping fully around one hand. Ranboo doesn't answer verbally, but after a moment, they nod.

The weight doesn't lessen. Tubbo keeps his hands tucked close, taking a deep breath.

"I'm not, I was never going to. You're free to go wherever you want Ranboo. I'm sorry if I made you feel trapped here, I just— it was partially my fault you broke your arm, so I wanted to help fix it." He says.

Ranboo nods as Tubbo finishes, "I-I know. And I'm... I'm really thankful for your help, Tubbo. It's just I've— I guess— it wouldn't be the first time a human changed their mind about, uh, that."

The duo let that statement sink in.

Ranboo looks smaller, if that's possible; uncomfortable, focused on brushing through strands of their tail fur while tension makes their movements stiff. Tubbo doesn't think he's much better, neither of them have ever really talked about things that happened in the past before. Ranboo has never asked Tubbo where his scars came from or why he feels the need to check every locked window and door late at night, and similarly Tubbo has never asked Ranboo why they wake up in the middle of the night gasping for air or why smiley faces make them freeze and go quiet.

(Tubbo did hide all the notes and things with smiley faces away after he noticed that though. Just because they don't talk about their problems doesn't mean they'll disregard things that are clearly distressing to the other.)

But just this once, Tubbo will ask just a little. "Are you saying a human has... refused to let you go, before?"

Ranboo nods.

Again, they're silent.

Tubbo has never been one to react with wild emotions, but that doesn't mean he can't feel the horror and fury broiling deep in him. Time and time again he's reminded just how bad people can be, he almost feels ill thinking of what that could mean for a borrower, someone that can fit in the palm of Tubbo's hand, bones snappable like twigs; what someone like the man that gave Tubbo his scars could do, without consequence because no one even knows you exist—

"...That's fucked up." Tubbo says after a moment.

Ranboo snorts, glancing back up at Tubbo, "is that, like, all you're gonna say?" They ask, raising an eyebrow.

"I'm not going to force you to talk about something horrible that happened if you don't want to."

Ranboo's ears twitch, watching Tubbo take a quick breath before continuing.

"Ranboo, I promise I would never do that to you. Okay? You are my friend, and no matter if you leave and I never see you again, or if you stick around and I do, I will never do anything to trap you here." He finishes, watching Ranboo mull the words over.

The borrower sighs, "I guess I just... thought you might change your mind about letting me go like that human did. That human and I weren't— we never became friends, really, but I thought we got along at least, until he, um... yeah." They trail off, shrugging.

Tubbo nods, expression pinched. Despite still knowing practically nothing, it's a start, even if this is his last time seeing Ranboo so they'll never have a chance to continue beyond that.

As if reading his thoughts, Ranboo takes a step back towards the hole in the wall, Tubbo makes no move to stop them, he doesn't even twitch a finger.

"Welp..." Ranboo smiles, crooked and awkward and something else, making Tubbo loosen his stance and smile back halfheartedly.

"You're gonna go?"

"Yeah, I think so."

Tubbo blinks away an itch in his eyes, "it's about time, I guess." He says simply, no real coldness in his tone even as he shrugs.

Ranboo smiles larger, eyes squinting, "that eager to get rid of me huh?"

Not really, you've been the best thing to happen to me since Tommy left, a surprisingly big part of Tubbo admits.

He isn't going to say that though, he doesn't want Ranboo to feel like they need to stay, especially with the reveal they've always been a little scared Tubbo would take advantage of the borrower's small size to make that choice for them.

Besides, Tommy had his reasons; If Ranboo stays, maybe they'll find their own reasons too. So it's better to leave this way, with things left unsaid—a hollow goodbye, maybe, but better than the explosive arguing that was Tubbo and Tommy's last interaction.

"I mean, you do snore pretty loud at night bossman. Can't say I haven't missed my beauty sleep..." Tubbo says, trying to put on a considering face and failing miserably as Ranboo scoffs with their most 'are you kidding me?' expression.

"I am like, ninety-percent sure that you don't even sleep, Tubbo."

"Yeah, because you snore." He repeats.

"You are impossible." Ranboo says, smiling.

Tubbo grins, "thank you."

Ranboo laughs lightly, Tubbo lets it soothe some of his own feelings.

They let the moment linger. Tubbo takes in Ranboo's more relaxed stance, happy he could calm them even a little bit. They're not fidgeting so much with their tail anymore, just loosely holding it close, which is usual for them. Their ears turn and wiggle more freely too, no longer fully focused on one thing but content to listen to whatever draws their attention, something Ranboo wouldn't do if they were still scared Tubbo would do something.

Of course, even then, Ranboo manages to make everything sound like they're in a constant state of anxiety.

"It feels a bit awkward to just walk into the wall with someone watching, to be honest. Um." Ranboo chuckles, brushing one hand through their hair, "not bad awkward, just... Weird?"

"Mhm." Tubbo hums, thinking. "What if we left at the same time? Like—" he steps over a few paces to the arch leading into the kitchen, just down the wall from the shelf "—I'll go into the kitchen, and at the same time you'll go into the wall. Or I could just leave first, I guess." He doesn't want to leave first.

Ranboo shrugs, "the first option sounds okay."

"Cool. Alright then. On three?"

Ranboo nods.

Tubbo readies to start the countdown, but the words get stuck, his mouth stays closed. A few seconds pass, maybe a minute, eventually Ranboo speaks in Tubbo's place, taking a deep breath.

"Uh— one?"

"Two..."

"Three."

Tubbo sidesteps into the kitchen, the shelf with Ranboo on leaving his sight.

He stands there, feeling like he's holding his breath despite breathing evenly. The tile underfoot is cold and seeps into his skin.

Eventually, Tubbo sighs harshly, forcing himself to uncross his arms, resting his hands at his sides. Slowly, he shuffles back into the living-room.

Ranboo is no longer on the shelf.

Tubbo sighs slowly, blinking rapidly a few times. The little hope in him that maybe Ranboo would choose to stay dies, shriveling in on itself like a flower left on the windowsill to dry.

Speaking of, he should really throw those petunias out already.

Tubbo walks past the shelf, across the room to the short hall leading to his room. The wood floor creaks loudly as he enters the doorway.

The room is the same as always; two beds on his right, the closer one fixed neatly and the farther one stripped down to the mattress. His clothes are strung across the floor, figuring out whether they're clean or dirty is a guessing game. The faded dresser at the foot of the empty bed stands against the right wall collecting dust. Directly in front of him is the desk with chipped paint and a rickety folding chair, laptop in place.

To the right of that, in the middle of the wall is the window. It has light gray curtains with little designs and squiggles embroidered into it by hand, the one Tubbo's eyes catch on this time is a very nice cow stitched with brown and white thread in a bottom corner.

He walks over, brushing the curtain to the side to see the windowsill. Just like he left them, a handful of petunia flowers are dried up, not even in a cup or vase. Most of them are red, because of course they are, but a few yellow ones are there too, even if the colors of both are hard to make out when the petals are curled in and dead.

They were very pretty when Tubbo first received them, bright and soft to the touch, even if they were meant more as a 'kinda fuck you'.

Tubbo's never been that big on flower language though, so who knows what exactly Tommy was trying to say.

Now, this is the part where Tubbo grabs them, walks to the bin next to the door and drops the flowers in. There's really no point in keeping dead plants in the flat, just sitting there, it's not like they're something to move on from, Tubbo will find more flowers on his own. Maybe he'll even put those ones in vases, give the flat some more color.

Still, for some reason, it's almost too much effort to raise the hand not holding the curtain open to pick up the flowers. Tubbo blinks down at them a few times, willing himself to anyway.

He scoops the flowers up carefully, much more used to the slower actions after carrying Ranboo so much. The stems feel too light and brittle, Tubbo holds them in a loose fist.

Tubbo sighs, pulling the curtain back in place.

He doesn't go to the bin. Instead he goes to the dresser. He pulls the topmost drawer open and gently places the flowers at the very back of the empty drawer, sliding it closed after. He never used those drawers, and Tubbo is of the belief 'out of sight, out of mind'.

It doesn't work much with people, but oh well.

He climbs onto the stripped mattress and sits in the top corner where the walls meet, leaning against one with his knees under his chin, arms looped around tightly.

There's a hollow feeling in his chest, he said he'd deal with it later and well, Tubbo meant after dinner, but he doesn't feel like getting up to eat anything so there goes that plan to deal with it at all.

Tubbo's eyes, for some stupid reason, start to sting and blur. He tilts his head to press them into his knees, the material of his jeans feels odd on his scars but he's used to it.

He stays like that until he dozes off. If in that time the knees of his jeans become a bit more damp, he'll blame it on a shorter dryer cycle.

-

Petunias - resentment; anger / friendship (yellow)

[Chapter 2: Yellow lillies] | [AO3 link]

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#mcyt g/t #dsmp g/t #tiny!ranboo #borrower!ranboo #giant!tubbo #dsmp gt #mcyt gt #ey.writing #FFSO au #im happy with this there should be more giant pov of missing the tiny #it's fun weaving in instances of how the giant has changed bc of the tiny like gentler holds 'nd careful movements #then thinking how if the tiny leaves those reminders could stay with the giant long after #would they wonder if the tiny also missing what they had? #i have many thoughts but few words #just wait until i finish ch.2 that one has some Real longing in it haha #nervous to post this tbh but screw it. y'know?

[lorei-writes]

Weekend party! I don't think I've ever done one of these, so here goes!

5 of your positive qualities: always willing to help, very quick thinker, will always encourage someone's creativity/whimsy, useful in a crisis, easygoing.

5 of your negative qualities: procrastination (SO MUCH procrastination), self-centered (not selfish, just ... prone to retreating into myself and forgetting to think about friends if they don't shove themselves in my face), impulsive, indecisive, kind of a slob.

up to 5 of your likes: cats, music of all kinds, anything purple, romance novels, long hot baths.

up to 5 of your dislikes: pranks, extremely hot weather, sitcoms, pickles, roller coasters

your pet peeves: habitual know-it-all behavior, constant negativity, being unwilling to change/experience something new

relationship deal breakers: lying, being too clingy/wanting your partner to be your only human contact, being judgy of another person's fun.

(optional) up to 3 wild cards of your choice: I am blanking right now, so we'll leave this where it is!

Aye, hello!

First-timer, hm? Okay, let me see...

From the thoughts dairy...

kind of a slob

Keep Leonardo and Mitsunari away. Keep. Them. Away. (Or hire a Hidemama...Hm.)

Also, I'm judging you very seriously for your dislike of pickles. How dare you. How dare you. (Unless they're the ones made with vinegar rather than the properly fermented ones. Then we're on the same team; Otherwise... Can I have your pickles? *she says, still very judgementally, of course*)

--

My first impression was that seriously considering a vast majority of otome suitors may lead to, hm. A mismatch, if not a fiasco. Largely because plenty of them either need to be chased down to some extent (nets may or may not be useful) or need to lie to "remain on the dark path for the sake of the greater good", neither of which seems like a particularly desirable option. Not to mention clinginess or yandere types.

But, let's not go down the "not [descriptive]" route, and instead set out to define something in more positive terms.

I think you'd do well with honest, supportive characters who seek an equal relationship and can see your smarts... So, in other words, a real-life boyfriend material. Possibly somebody a bit more on the responsible, "I stay on top of things" side... Or, well, at least "I can get things done" side. A fun person with their own set of interests and friends to hang out with.

But not too fun. Definitely not a serial prankster. Most likely not even the purple one, but... Who knows, who knows... It could be a love/hate relationship...

Now, my main issue is that it is not exactly easy to find suitors who'd be just... your normal everyday daydream, so to say.

Suggested Characters: Masamune (IkeSen; you may need to chase him a little, but he also does some chasing, so it evens out?), Leon (IkePri; ... don't let me break out into a rant on why we need more Leons irl, please...), Yves (IkePri; maybe?), Sasuke (IkeSen)

Weekend Party

#answered #msviolacea #weekend party

[luststricken]

20 YEARS OF I’M A SLAVE 4 U Official ‘I’m a Slave 4 U’ music video debuts on MTV | September 24th 2001

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[n-ctarinenga]

the warmest home [ cottagecore!ashton blurb ] | 995 words

From an outside perspective, you and Ashton were quite the odd couple.

Until you looked closer, noticing Ashton's chipped black nails from hours of digging in soil, your earrings made from hand picked flowers set in resin, and the smell of mint and wildflowers on your sun-kissed skin, that is.

Both of your friend groups joked about your relationship at first, both of you really proving right the old saying about opposites attracting.

You and Ashton have, for the most part, always been people who are confident in yourselves when it came to how you presented to other people. The difference was while you lived in fishnets, velvet and platform shoes, Ashton was much more at home in light cotton, plain jeans and his feet in the dirt, a pair of boots and a leather jacket if he's feeling fancy.

You were the odd couple, visually. But after being together five years, and living together for three of them, you were more comfortable around each other than anyone else in the world.

The house you called a home with Ashton was slightly eccentric. Paisley rugs covered the floors where dark woods hid underneath, plants hung and sat in any available space they could sit, Halloween decorations sat out all year round, and your door stayed open for anyone of your friends at any time of the day.

Turns out when you mix goth and cottagecore together for an interior design aesthetic, the theme turns out to be warmth and comfort for as many people as possible.

As you wake up, you feel that warmth as the first thing you notice is the warming spring air coming through your open window. You hazard a guess Ashton opened the window after getting up himself, and are proven right when you reach your arm out for your boyfriend, instead only finding the coiled body of you fluffy black cat Siouxie instead.

You wipe the sleep from your eyes as you open them slowly, turning over to see your little napping buddy and reaching out to stroke her fur down from sticking up on the top of her head.

"Good morning, princess." You say, slightly groggy and quietly, but good enough to earn a small meep.

Yawning as you swing your legs out of bed, your feet hit the floor, and you grab Ashton's shirt from the night before to pull over your body while you summon the inner strength to go through your daily routine of getting ready.

Walking out of your room, you're met with a hallway filled with pictures of your and Ashton's adventures and loved ones, taking special care to acknowledge a couple in particular as Siouxie follows you down the hall and downstairs.

You can already hear music softly playing as you make your way through the house, coming to the back door and smiling at the sight of the man you love already hard at work in the veggie patch closest to your back porch.

It surprised you Ashton waited this long to plant his snow peas, convinced he was gonna leave your bed in the middle of the night to do them after hearing him excitedly talk about the sprouts he had successfully sewn.

Walking past you out the back door, Siouxie curled into her favorite spot in the sun next to General Cluckers, who sat on one of the mismatched outdoor chairs you kept on the back porch. Ashton did his best to deny he had a favorite chicken out of the few that called your yard a home, but it was obvious Cluckers had a special place in his heart, being the first chicken he had ever adopted.

Turning to the kitchen instead of going out the door, you pull your favorite mugs from the cupboard, setting the kettle on top of the stove and preparing tea bags into the mugs while you wait for the water to boil.

You take a moment to yawn again, stretching out your muscles not quite adjusted to being up yet when your attention is caught by your front door opening, looking out into the hallway to see who had arrived.

You smiled as you saw Luke closing the door behind him, pulling another cup from the cupboard and setting it beside yours and Ashton's. It wasn't unusual for the guys or any number of your other friends to show up and make themselves at home.

Hearing his feet coming down the hallway, a noise of surprises comes from Luke as he turns into the kitchen.

"Who the f-" Luke starts before interrupting himself as you turn to him, "oh jesus christ y/n you scared the shit out of me." He breathes out a sigh of relief, hand on his chest dramatically.

Confused, you raise an eyebrow as you pour water into each of the mugs in front of you.

"Scared you?"

"Yeah, well," Luke gestures to your outfit, "I don't think I've actually seen your legs without jeans or fishnets before."

You roll your eyes as you let out a chuckle, handing him a cup of tea.

"And I don't think I've ever seen your hair without grease." You joke, reaching a hand up to ruffle his hair with a laugh.

Luke huffs jokingly, smiling as you pick the cups up and nodded your head towards the backyard.

"Come on, Ash is out the back."

To be continued one day

#Ashton irwin #5sos #Ashton 5sos #ashton irwin imagine #Ashton irwin fanfic #Ashton irwin blurb #Cottagecore!ashton #Gardener!Ashton #5 seconds of summer blurb #5 seconds of summer imagine #5 seconds of summer fanfic #5sos fanfic #5 seconds of summer

[clearcorona]

all i want is you // todoroki shouto x fem!reader

It doesn't sound stupid, it's super cute! I also made this a bit angsty. Hope that's okay!

Ever since you came you U.A., you began to doubt yourself. You had always thought you had a small chance of being able to muster up the courage to ask out your childhood friend, but it was all lost when you saw your potential competition.

Of course the girls talked about him. Why wouldn't they? He was handsome and strong and they were all beautiful girls. Despite the fact that his father was against him having you as a friend, he still stayed, but you weren't sure if it was because he didn't want to hurt you or just out of spite.

You groaned and put your head down on the table you were sitting at in the cafeteria, hating the thoughts that crossed your mind. Your heart ached painfully in your chest, wishing you could just say those three words to him and pray that he felt the same way as you did.

"(Y/N), hey!" you heard someone chirp and lifted your head to see Mina standing there with Momo and Jirou at her side. You frowned and looked away, wishing you could have a body like one of them. Mina frowned as she saw your reaction. "Is everything alright?"

"Just peachy," you muttered and the girls looked at each other.

"We're here to help if you need anything," Momo said and you simply nodded.

"Is it boy troubles?" Mina asked and your cheeks took on a pink tint, putting your head down again. "So, it is!"

"Who's the guy?" Jirou asked and you frowned, knowing you couldn't tell them. You knew they'd laugh. You knew they'd make fun of you for even thinking you had a chance with him.

"It's no one important," you said softly, but that wasn't true. Todoroki meant the world to you and despite his sometimes clueless nature, he had gotten you through some of the worst times in your life.

"You don't have to hold out on us. We won't tell anyone. Promise!" Mina chirped and you bit your lip, nervous. You didn't believe them. You felt that if you told them, you'd only set yourself up for failure, but you at least wanted someone to know. You slowly sat back up and ran your fingers through your (h/c) locks.

"It's Shouto," you said softly, jumping as you heard Mina and Momo squeal, obviously excited. Jirou only had a smile on her face, but it didn't seem as if she was mocking you.

"That's so cute! I can totally picture you two together!" Mina said and Momo nodded as well. You hesitated, suddenly wondering if they were saying things like this in order for you to tell him and get your heart broken. You were quiet, avoiding their bright eyes. They were lying. They had to be.

~

You stood in front of one of the window displays of a store you had seen. You didn't know what to get Todoroki and even though you had asked before, he wasn't exactly much help. He claimed that he didn't want anything, but you felt bad about just not getting him anything.

A sigh left your lips and you frowned, shoving your hands in your pockets.

"(Y/N)?" you heard someone call and turned towards the sound, your (e/c) eyes meeting a pair of mismatched ones. "I thought you said you were finished with Christmas shopping."

"Well, almost. I wanted to get something for you and-" you started and he interrupted you.

"You don't have to get me anything," he said and you frowned, digging your nails into your pockets. Did he just not want anything from you?

"Okay then. I guess I'll just head back to the dorms then, Shouto," you said and walked past him, heading back in the direction of the school. Todoroki stood there, confused for a moment. You never called him Shouto. It was always either Shou or Todo. Did something happen? He figured that if something did happen, you'd tell him.

~

In the end, you did get Todoroki something. Well, more like made something for him. Since he didn't seem to want any gifts, you decided to make him a few different batches of sweets, hoping he'd accept it. The Christmas party was starting in less than two hours and with each passing moment, you were filled with dread.

"(Y/N)! We're coming in, babe!" Mina's singsong voice came from the opposite side of your door before she entered. Behind her were the rest of the girls from 1-A. They were the last people you wanted to see at that moment. You were sitting on your bed, holding the box of sweets on your lap. They were each wearing dresses for the party and you were jealous of how good each of them looked.

"You look so pretty!" Uraraka gushed and you frowned, knowing it wasn't true. You hated the outfit as soon as you took a look in the mirror, wishing you hadn't agreed to attend the party.

"Is there something wrong?" Momo asked and you shook your head, knowing they couldn't possibly understand.

"It's nothing, really," you lied, not wanting to explain anything to them.

"(Y/N), you can talk to us. We're all here to help," Jirou said and you stood up, setting the box of sweets down on your bed.

"Are you? Are you really? Or are you just setting me up to failure?" you asked, starting to get frustrated. All you wanted to do was lock yourself in your room and binge watch some comedy movies to try and forget your struggles. "You said we'd make a great couple, didn't you? I bet you're just waiting for me to crash and burn so you'd get your own chance."

"(Y/N), we would never do-" Hagakure started, but you cut her off.

"Just get out and leave me alone! I was stupid to accept the offer to go to this Christmas party and there's no way that Shou could possibly like me when I'm competing with you! It's not fair!" you yelled, tears threatening to fall down your cheeks. They all seemed alarmed. You were usually so quiet and shy. They had never expected you to blow up like that.

"You're beautiful, (Y/N), how could you not see that?" Mina asked and you dug your nails into the palms of your hands. You were exhausted and just wanted to forget about this whole thing. You felt everything would be better if you just didn't have a crush on Todoroki to begin with.

"Just get out...," you whispered and they frowned, slowly turning to exit the room. Mina looked back at you one last time before being the last one to leave, closing the door behind her. She was hurt that you could possibly think of them in that way, but had never known you had those insecurities.

As soon as the door closed, you let the tears fall, messing up the makeup that you had put on earlier that no longer satisfied you. Only a few minutes into your meltdown, there was a knock at the door.

"Go away, Mina. I don't want to talk to you," you said and sniffled, wiping your eyes in hopes to see clearly, but your vision was quickly blurred again by a new wave of tears.

"I'm not Ashido. Can I come in?" Todoroki asked from the opposite side of your door. You froze, hesitating. You looked even worse than you did before. You couldn't let him see you like this, now when- "I heard your conversation."

Your heart stopped and you bit down on your bottom lip, knowing this couldn't be real. It had to be a nightmare.

"(Y/N), please. I just want to talk to you," he said softly and you didn't reply. He let out a soft sigh and slowly pushed open the door. He looked handsome in the white button up he was wearing and black dress pants.

"How much did you hear?" you whispered and he was quiet for a moment before opening his mouth.

"The whole thing," he admitted and you put your head in your hands, wondering if things could get any worse than they already were. You were just waiting for him to reject you, waiting for those words to leave his lips. What you heard, however, surprised you.

"So, you think we wouldn't make a good couple?" he asked and you blinked, lifting your head to look up at him. He was looking straight at you and your heart started to pound in your chest.

"What?" you breathed out, confused.

"Do you think we would make a good couple?" he asked and you were quiet, trying to process his words. You then hesitated, wondering about what answer he could possibly be looking for. "I'd think we would."

"S-Shouto, I don't think you know what you're talking about," you said softly and he frowned, stepping towards you. You took a step back, tensing up as he took your hand in his.

"They explained that you have romantic feelings for me. Is that true?" he asked. In that moment, you hated how blunt he was, wishing you could just curl up under your covers and never come out again. His gaze was so intense, you just had to look away.

"Yes," you whispered and you missed the way his body seemed to relax at that single word. You began to panic when he didn't say anything, about to open your mouth when he pulled you into a hug.

"I'm sorry for not noticing sooner," he said, his voice soft and gentle. You were wondering if that was his form of a rejection.

"Shouto, I-" you started, but he quickly cut you off.

"Shou," he corrected, pulling away slightly to wipe your tears away as you sniffled. "Or Todo."

"What?"

"You never call me Shouto." He stared into your eyes and you squirmed slightly in his hold. He then let out a sigh and placed his forehead against yours, letting his eyes close. "(Y/N), you're beautiful, you know that?"

"Okay, now you're just messing with me." You tried to push him away, but his grip tightened slightly. You tried to ignore how your heart skipped a beat.

"I mean it. You're one of the most beautiful girls I've ever seen." His eyes slowly opened and you could find no trace of a lie in them. You slowly relaxed in his hold and a small smile tugged at his lips. "I didn't know what it was that I was feeling... Midoriya explained it to me a while ago. I just didn't want to lose you."

"Lose me?" Your voice came out in a whisper and you buried your face in his chest, hugging him back as you blushed. He chuckled softly and gently ran his fingers through your hair.

"I'm glad you feel the same way. It makes things a lot easier for me," he said and moved away, lifting your chin up with his fingers.

"Does this make me your girlfriend now?" you asked shyly and he rubbed his thumb along your cheekbone.

"That's up to you," he said and your eyes lit up, smiling. You nodded and he leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "Oh, I almost forgot." He let go of you pulled out a small box that was wrapped up in silver wrapping paper.

"Is this for me?" you asked and he nodded, watching as you took the box out of his hands, undoing the wrapping paper. You gasped as you pulled a charm bracelet out decorated with your favorite color. "It's beautiful..." Todoroki let out a breath, glad that you liked it. He helped you put it on, noticing the frown on your face.

"Is everything alright?"

"My present to you isn't very good compared to this."

"It'll be fine."

"And what makes you say that."

"Because you're the best gift I could've ever gotten."

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[littlewalken]

Jan 7

Okay, getting back to the normals, just ordered a bunch of doll heads. They're 1/6, unpainted, and no neck where as most of my bodies have split necks.

Ask Angry Tobey, necks aren't that much of an issue.

But having an Angry Tobey now implies I'll have a not so angry Tobey, doesn't it?

I'll also have a confused Tom Holland who can't predict anything.

All I'll have to do is paint them.

That's Wanted Action Figure's 10th Doctor should y'all be curious. It's the one I painted to be 10, decided I liked the sculpt on the official 10 I got, and made this one Crowley.

And the answer for most of y'all is no, I don't do commissions. But for some of y'all who were decent human beings to me when I was in hell, altho there was hot dog factory there so perhaps it wasn't, we can talk.

Blame the person who couldn't give me more than a couple of anime drawings and a vague idea, waited until after thing were sewn to tell me thy didn't like them, and so on and so forth for why I pretty much don't do commissions any more. It was at the time I had the cluster fuck of a Windows hard drive crash and having to pay to get an OS as well, car repairs, and final payments on a doll I had ordered months ahead of time being do.

The Phantom of the Paradise with a plunger who was discounted because his box wasn't perfect but I was opening him anyway so there.

I think the only other time I did any sort of commission was some rerooting in exchange for Monster High dolls but that was clear instructions, one hair color, and another doll person who literally needed some extra hands.

In general I like painting the little plastic people. It works to set up a sort of assembly line so by the time I've finished the last the first id dry. It's a good time to binge something and bliss out.

Another big reason I don't really want to paint for others, unless they're real doll people, is the problem of skin matching. For a ball joint, yes, the head and the body should match as close as possible. For my little plastic people who are mostly caucasian they get the shade of caucasian that I feel closely matches their human skin tone.

Then Thomas explains some times you find a body that is the perfect shape for someone and altho it is the wrong skin tone again as a doll person you let it slide. He is not a person of color or Alexander Siddig/Dr Bashir so this body which is about the same color as the one we use for dragon chasing Jimmy Page will suffice.

The Daft Punk heads are 3D printed keychains.

It's more about how the Pullip Teyang is taller and thinner than the average doll bodies we have around here thus is feels more like Thomas. Guy's body is a bit thicker than the others because it has consumed more garlic bread. It also does not look at attractive as many of the others, and has a broken ankle, and being that the robots usually have clothing on repairs can be hidden under them.

Color mismatching can also be hidden under clothes but yeah, it's too convenient for someone who wants their money back so they get the job done for free to complain that the head doesn't match the body.

Not that getting a head and body from the same company (Kumik) will match either. On a full set boxed doll there's probably a better chance but as you can see, Fletch's hands don't even match his arms.

If you order an Obitsu or a full set Pullip or Blythe they'll match. Volks 1/6 were consistent. But beware some of the tans and limited runs can't cross. I have a Volks tan and a limited Obistu run.

I mean, y'all ever try to match Barbie hybrids?

But yeah, a less angry Tobey, a somewhat sultry Andrew, a confused Tom, the other Tom, and a half Eddie half Venom have been ordered. No real idea when they'll get here, being on the other side of the planet, but all the Tobeys in the US were just as pissed off as the one I already have.

And I'm going to try and get the head box with some others who need to be painted out at the same time so I can discover my paint dried out in storage and I have to go to the store.