#thank you again my friend! :’)

[wispmotherr]

Hello hello!! 15, 46, and 88 ☺️🩷

beloved, thank you for the questions <3 15. Do you get wanderlust? Where do you want to go? I'm a creature of habit and am very content in my corner of the world, to be honest, but any chance i might get to experience the wider world will be a chance i take with both of my greedy lil paws. 46. What's the most beautiful dream you can remember having? I don't have beautiful dreams. they're usually pretty frightening, honestly. 88. What kind of things confuse you? Everything. But especially how tf airplanes work.

#thank you again my friend! #answered asks

[skitty-kirby]

I'll just say, I love your art so much. Keep it going! :D

Thank you for the kind words! It's been a blast following your characters and stories as well, I can tell there's a lot of love put into what you do. It's so sweet that you do what you can to keep everyone's spirits high. This means so much to me, thank you again!! <3

#Skitty's asks #thank you again my friend!

[blissfulalchemist]

hk + mentor, aza + exit 🤍

Thank you my friend! Let's get to talking about the new kids on the block!

Mentor: Does your OC have a mentor? Have they ever reached out to anyone for guidance or teaching, or been taken under someone's wing? How does your OC get along with their mentor?

HK has a mentor in the person he is charged with protecting. He comes from a line of revered warforged that are built for protection and war and taught in a very family line kind of way so its almost like the same exact model with minor differences, and because of this he was charged with protecting the oldest of their society who was the primary head of magic essentially. Their name was AQ and HK has so so much respect for him because HK is never allowed to learn magic, even built to not wield it in the slightest, but he has such an interest in it and AQ doesn't turn away his questions or expect him to be as stoic as the rest of their society is. In many respects HK understands how magic works and its because of them. To describe their relationship it very much resembles that of Monk Gyatso and Aang from avatar the last airbender, just someone that understands him and encourages the curious nature.

Once being separated from his people he starts to look to those around him for guidance with mixed results. Its a very thorough education don't get me wrong but you got one woman who's no nonsense and calling him soft and says herself the better fighter (he'll let her have that title), another who's encouraging it, one that's advocating for deception and revenge, another questioning their faith, one that he's admired in heroic tales that did something that frowned upon to become a hero, and another who's just bringing a little chaos to the mix well he's only sure that humanoids are very confusing. He gets along with them all well enough and appreciates that no one really faults him for asking questions, and their honesty when he's learning to cook for them.

Exit: Has your OC ever had someone important leave their life in a way that was unremarkable, unintentional, or clumsy? How do they feel about it? Is there any chance they'll meet again?

Well I pose another question: Does it count if you're the one leaving? Aza doesn't have people walk out on her she's the one walking out on people. She walked out on her kind of adopted father when she was a teenager in anger only to be immediately be met with trouble and brought back to him. Of her own accord 100% what do you mean you saw her be escorted back to the "trade" ship by some guards? Clearly you didn't and you're wrong.

The latest person for her to leave was her girlfriend Mari and that was slightly longer unintentional because had she not been taken by mindflayers she would have gone back after a few months but sadly that did not happen and she is stuck with memory loss now. When she left though she was scared of settling down and commitment and being so close with someone that was just opposite to her in their kindness and openness. This is all after Aza got them a dog (technically a wolf) to care for in their little house in the city! It is still a bit of a mystery to me if she sees her again in real life but it's gonna be interesting if they both cross paths again.

#hk oc #hk chara ask #azatae oc #azatae chara ask #Thank you again my friend!

[elizabeth-karenina]

🎉If you get this, answer with 3 random facts about yourself and send it to the last 7 blogs in your notifications, anonymously or not! Let's get to know the person behind the blog.

Thank you, T.J. my dear! It was kind of you think of me. @1980s-jean-ralphio

I am deathly afraid of spiders. I truly do think I have full-on arachnephobia, because every time I see one my body completely shuts down. I just can't handle them, they're too frightening for me.

I collected a lot of off-beat things when I was a kid. Idk if y'all remember, but back in the mid-90's, McDonald's had a line of mini-Barbie dolls from around the world, and I tried to get as many as I could. The years changed over to the 21st century when I was about 9, and during that time, the U.S. minted new quarters with an image of every State in the Union on the back of them. I tried to collect as many of the Millenium Quarters as I could, too. Every time I went to the beach, I got to keep a few seashells in a bucket that was kept in my basement. I kept all the movie ticket stubs whenever I went and saw a movie, too. I was also very fixated on the DK Eyewitness books, and I tried to get as many of those as I could as well.

When I was in middle school, a bunch of my friends on the bus I rode shared a green composition book that we passed around to each other for a couple of days. Once that girls' time was up, they'd pass it on to the next girl. In it, we would draw pictures, write fanfictions, tell jokes, paste pictures of movies and TV shows we loved, share what we were feelings about our lives. It was kind of like The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants, but with a book. I'm very sad that I wasn't the one who ended up keeping the book; I would've treasured that thing for life.

#Elizabeth responds to things #thank you again my friend! #for real tho

[hilo-fall]

omgomgomg just wanna say I LOVE your art AHHH your drawings are so cozy and your style is so adorable,, absolutely love how you draw hobbits they r such creatures omg 😚 I just love the vibes in your art it makes me happy can't wait to see more 🥰🥰💕💕

Oh my goodness you're too kind! 🫶 Thank you for such a sweet little message, I actually saw it yesterday and it genuinely had me smiling throughout the day 🥺

Me and a friend were literally just talking about how with each time I draw one of the hobbits I tend to make them less human and more beast-like LOL I can't help it they're just little guys to me

#thank you again my friend! #msgs

[radiation]

#Thank you once again to my friend Audio for making tjis #breaking bad

[lovely-v]

Me before completing the forest temple: okay I get that ocarina of time is fun and nostalgic for people but it’s a bit of a stretch to call it one of the greatest video games of all time

Me after completing the forest temple: By revealing that Link is not a Kokiri, but a Hylian, the game effectively strips him of his humble origins amongst a group of people that already fail to recognize him in his adult form. Thus, kokiri village instantly becomes a location that is no longer Link’s home in any sense, exacerbated by the fact that the game now loads up in the temple of time instead of Link’s bedroom— he is a stranger in the only place that has ever been familiar to him and he is depressingly reduced to his destiny alone. However, the subsequent introduction of the time travel mechanic, which allows the player to travel from the horrific apocalyptic future back to the idyllic past of Link’s childhood, gives new meaning to the idea of this “destiny”. In effect, Link is not a stock “chosen one”, but a protagonist who consciously decides to fight onwards. Link’s dual existence as a child who knows the grim future and as an adult who was powerless to stop disaster gives a sort of desperation to his character, because while it brings the player relief to revisit the Castle Town that is populated by cheerful villagers instead of lurking zombies, the story can only be progressed through the acknowledgement of reality — the decision to make those seven years pass again. Therefore, both the player and Link as a character must be proactive in their heroism and make the conscious choice to struggle onwards despite the darkness that permeates—

#veesaysthings #ocarina of time #fantasy story: yeah the protagonist can never go home again. Me: OH MY GOD THEY CAN NEVER GO HOME AGAIN #Im dearly sorry for all the Zelda posts #I’m getting my shit rocked by ocarina for real #(no spoilers I literally JUST got to this point in the game) #thank you so much to my friend who is forcing me to play this #I will cry at all the temples though bc I am so awful at puzzles pls I am so dumb

[ibtisams]

On January 25th, what would have been my father’s 60th birthday, I started a donation match fundraiser where at the end of February I would match up to $1,500 of donations made to the PCRF in his honour.

In the past month, I ended up receiving proof of around $11,500 in donations and I have been challenging myself to match as much of it as I can.

With the help of one of my closest friends, today we were able to donate $7,000 USD to the PCRF 🤍 which means in total about $18,500 USD has been donated to help Palestine in memory of my father. I am deeply moved by every single person who sent me a message with the proof of their donation and I appreciate all of you so so much. You are all an amazing reminder that despite everything, there is so much kindness and generosity still in the world 🤍

#it was my friends paypal account that’s why all information is crossed out but I promise it’s my donations! #I am feeling so emotional about this #sorry if this is so cheesy but I just can’t believe it #thank you all again 🤍 #🦢

[crunchy-rocc]

i bet jeremy would be fun at parties

#my art #aftg #all for the game #thats jeans hand btw. thank you again anna for the party outfit for jean #jean moreau #jeremy knox #jerejean #the sunshine court #tsc #does anyone want to hear about jeremy knox my friend jeremy knox

[blue-mood-blue]

I’ve grown to appreciate the aus where Shen Yuan enters the story as “Shen Yuan” - same name, probably similar face, generally able to interact with PIDW as himself and change the story through his added presence. I like the sense of “if only you’d been here, things might have been better the first time around” of it all.

And I was thinking, it’s a funny coincidence in that scenario that someone named Shen Yuan gets put into… another Shen Yuan. What are the chances? What a weird twist of fate that Airplane would pick out the name that his most dedicated critic could slip into seamlessly.

What about a version where it’s not coincidence at all?

Airplane goes to school with a kid named Shen Yuan. He’s prickly and hard to approach and a little intense, but Airplane is persistent. In fairness, Airplane is relentless - and maybe it’s a good thing that they end up being friends, because they’re a little too much for anyone else to handle. They balance each other out. They’re the “weird kids” in class and they’re okay with that, because even when they don’t have any words for it, they know they’re not like their classmates, not really. That’s okay; they don’t want to be.

Recesses and breaks are consumed with the elaborate stories that Airplane wants to tell, and all the holes Shen Yuan pokes into them. It’s not mean-spirited, though, even though Shen Yuan isn’t the kind to temper his words. It’s passionate. He cares about those stories the way Airplane cares about them, and it can’t be mistaken for anything else when they lean together conspiratorially across the lunchroom table. They’ve both got notebooks filled with details and characters and monsters. Shen Yuan’s practically got a whole bestiary sketched out in wobbly childhood attempts at art, entries fervently scrawled beside them. Airplane prattles out plots nonstop, always with the promise of shining eyes and being asked “what happens next?”

They come up with a whole world together. Airplane’s going to write about it someday. Shen Yuan is going to read every word.

Shen Yuan misses school. Shen Yuan starts missing school a lot.

Airplane goes to the hospital room instead. He doesn’t think to worry, because Shen Yuan is okay - that’s what he says. He looks okay, and he’s a kid, and it doesn’t feel real that anything bad should happen to a kid. He doesn’t think to worry. He doesn’t think to say goodbye.

It’s one of the older Shen brothers who catches him on the way up to the room one day, in the hallway just outside - snaps at him to go the fuck home, and when Airplane hesitates, pushes him into the elevator and tells him not to come back. “Tells” is a generous way to describe the way the words come out - a growl, a hiss, the sound an animal would make when a hand got too close to a wound.

(It’s not fair to name a villain after him, even if the name never really comes up in the story. He wasn’t trying to be mean. He’d lost a brother minutes before, and he was getting his brother’s friend out of the way so he didn’t have to… see. It isn’t fair, but then, none of it is fair.)

Death feels very real after that.

The notebooks get shoved into a closet, and it’s not until Airplane’s moving out and one falls on him from a high shelf that he thinks about it again. He’s written things, lots of things, but nothing as ambitious as this - nothing as important. It could be good, he considers. He’d promised. Shen Yuan wanted to read it.

The problem was that no one else does, not for a long time, not until Airplane has whittled himself and his art into a corner and into such an unfamiliar shape that he has to wonder how it’s still his own face he sees in the mirror. He has to eat. He has to pay rent. Shen Yuan would yell at him, but Shen Yuan isn’t there to yell at him, and who cares. Who cares if it could have been better? The people who actually are here love it, and it’s paying his bills, and sometimes stories don’t go the way they’re supposed to and the world is fucking unfair. It doesn’t matter.

(It does. But he shoves that thought away along with styrofoam cups and soda bottles to the bottom of a garbage bag.)

Authors are not gods and their power is limited, but Airplane exercises just a sliver of what he’s been granted and gifts an inconsequential sort of immortality. He thinks about making him a rogue cultivator, maybe the kind that goes around documenting beasts and compiling his findings. He thinks about making him someone too powerful for death to touch, or too important to threaten, but when Airplane looks at the world he crafted and everything that’s become of it, it feels like the kindest thing he can do for Shen Yuan is a childhood where he’s loved, and a death that’s peaceful. What does it say about that world, that he’d kill off his best friend too early again instead of making him live there?

(The best writing he ever does is the only, shining moment of humanity that his scum villain ever displays: a lament about death that comes too early, about a brother gone too soon. The commenters praise him. The commenters flatter over how real the emotions feel. The commenters don’t get any response from Airplane on that chapter.)

Death is incredibly real when it comes for him too early, too, still hovering over his keyboard with the story technically finished and incredibly incomplete. Airplane could tell himself that’s because the written version can never be the version in the writer’s head, always shifting and with every possibility still on the table, but he knows better than that. The System knows better than that, with its condescending message about “improving” his writing and “closing plot holes” and “achieving his original vision”...

…and he’s a child again. He’s a child in his own story, he’s Shang Qinghua now without the benefit yet of a peak or cultivation or anything, and maybe he’s a little bitter, and a little scared, and…

And Shen Yuan - with longer hair, with robes, with a couple of older kids watching him from across the street, but undeniably the prickly little boy who used to sit down imperiously across from him and tell him everything that was wrong with the chuck of writing that had been handed to him last period, but with that smile that said he was only invested because he knew it could be better and they were going to make it better - marches up to him with a fire in his eyes and a frown that warns of a coming tirade.

“You told it wrong,” is the first thing he says.

Shang Qinghua wants to ask how him how he’s here, how this is possible, or maybe laugh because, yeah - yeah, Shen Yuan has no goddamn idea how wrong he got absolutely everything.

(Shang Qinghua wants to say “I missed you” and “why did you leave so soon” but he’s here now. He’s right here.)

“I know,” he says instead. “I’m sorry. It all kind of… spiraled out of control.”

Shen Yuan frowns, but then it dissipates the way it always does, and his eyes shine with ideas the way they always used to. “That’s okay,” he relents, grabbing for his hand. “We’ll fix it. We’ll make it what it was supposed to be.”

#scum villain self saving system #svsss #shang qinghua #shen yuan #airplane shooting towards the sky #this got more into the feelings than i thought it would #surprising no one #anyway just! childhood friends au! as a reason for a shen yuan insert! #obviously he is not going to die as a child in this version #shang qinghua would not have that nope not again #also pls consider poor shen jiu who looks at this child that shen yuan has picked out for a best friend like '...really? that one??' #(it's up to you if he's shen yuan's actual brother from his first life) #(put there's a part of me that likes the idea that shen jiu also gets a second chance to spend more time with his brother) #a second chance for them to grow up together! #THAT SAID #RIP TO SHANG QINGHUA #WHEN SHEN YUAN IS OLD ENOUGH TO LEARN ABOUT ALL THE PAPAPA #the LOOKS shang qinghua is going to get #anyway here have a thing because I CANNOT add another au to my drafts thank you and goodbyyyyye

[surreal-duck]

I'll make myself look even cuter, so come find me, okay?

#woe. my blood sweat and tears poured into a barely a minute clip be upon ye #duck scribbles #arashi narukami #anzu #naruanzu #naruan #which one was it again ........ #enstars #ensemble stars #thank you so so much to my good friend wheeze for editing it OTL ilysm i owe u my life #my neck hurts. my back hurts. my shoulders hurt but at least ive finally finished it after imagining it in my head for so long #you can take me out of my haniwa fixation but you cant take the haniwa out of me #kawaiiku nar[u]tai has played in my mind for over a year now #i think redrawing each background from the mvs took two times longer than actually drawing the characters help me

[floccinaucinihilipilificationa]

Hello may 31th anon! Look at that, another year behind us and a new one to come. Have a nice day! ₍՞◌′ᵕ‵ू◌₎♡

#may 31th anon #hello friends!! (｡’▽’｡)♡ how are you!! I missed you so much! #I'm sorry that once again i have not been posting but I did that thing again where I got scared of posting #I do not know why but it is the same with physical paper diarys #I have 3 diarys and they all have 1 entry #I think one just says 'I am ten' #what have you been up to!! did you do something fun? is it summer too where you live? c: #my tumblr messages seem to be broken! I'm sorry if you wrote something :C it just says 'no new messages' despite also saying new messages #not a lot has happened here! I got a tomato plant and then I got very invested into the tomato plant and I have eaten three tomatos so far ( #my roses are also doing well!! I just got a new yellow rose and since she got here she only made orange flowers #I do not know the meaning of that #but I am very thankful! ( ˊᵕˋ )♡ I love it when things are orange!! #I've been trying to buy an orange shirt for the past 2 weeks but they always sell out before I get to them #I'm also thinking about buying a jean jacket #I have not worn a jean jacket for at least 15 years because one time in 7th grade tthe girl behind me said #that I was wearing a cool jean jacket and I just assumed that this was bullying for no actual reason #but maybe she just thought that it was an acutal cool jean jacket #we'll soon have out 10 year school reunion #maybe I should ask her #is anyone else going to a secret Sherlock phase again #I just want to see that silly little hat again #would sherlock holmes wear a jean jacket #have a nice day everyone!! #see you soon hopefully!! #♡＾▽＾♡

[elizabeth-karenina]

YOU JUST GOT TAGGED!!!

Yay!!! I’m really excited because I’ve been tagged a few times in the last 24 hours, and I’m getting them out of the way today.

This first one is from my mutual, the wonderful and hilarious @1980s-jean-ralphio! Thank you so much, my dear. :)

Here’s the first 10 songs from my ‘on repeat’ playlist on shuffle:

When I Kissed the Teacher - Mamma Mia 2 soundtrack

The Chain - Fleetwood Mac 

Who’ll Stop the Rain - CCR

Play Date - Melanie Martinez

Orange Trees - Marina 

When I Was Your Man - Bruno Mars

I’m Still Standing - Elton John 

Sunlight - Hozier 

Hammer To Fall - Queen

Make Up Your Mind - Florence and the Machine

Until I Found You - Stephen Sanchez 

#Elizabeth responds to things #this was fun #thank you again my friend!

[collophora]

TBB cadets ideas

#star wars #star wars the bad batch #the bad batch fanart #tbb fanart #star wars fanart #more to come maybe idk #Anyway #idk how fanartists manage to get their chara right I couldn't #hope they're at least recognizable #I'm too tired to clean them anyway #BTW I got my broken tooth fixed #I mean ...more like vital prognosis engaged #Dentist scolded me #deserved #It was really the meme “you live like this??” but with my mouth #anyway at least they'll have a fun story to talk about at party I guess #oh last time I got a PATIENT #WTF #like first she hadn't seen anyone since YEARS #then she went livid when I told her I had to operate #she was probably on the verge of a panic attack I had to reassure her like EVERY five minutes like a child #can you fill my glass again thanks #I mean I've got several friends working in medical I know how it is ^^; #Now my whole jaw aches #and I'm hungry ofc #ANYWAY #if you excuse me #I'm gonna roll myself in a burrito and cry

[triptychofvoids]

commission for @szsza36 !!

#tf2 oc #art commisions #commissions #thank you again my friend for the commission i appreciate it :] #doodles #tf2 #not archimedes in this by the way just the ocs bird and misc doves

[willowser]

you don't know how much comfort your dragon king bkg drabble has given me ever since you posted it!! i keep reading it i love it sm 🥹

as it turns out, the man bakugou is — a bit harder to handle.

he sleeps like a heathen; you once thought the dragon bakugou to be a bit lazy, with how often he tended to curl up in the fields of grass, warm under the sun, but now — it would seem his little human form needs significantly less rest.

almost up all hours of the day, and when he does finally lay down, he's everywhere. a mess of limbs: one thrown carelessly out to the side and the other bent at an angle you can't believe doesn't hurt his joints. his head stays tucked into you somehow, either buried in your neck or pressed against your ribs — or you'll wake to find him nose-to-nose with you. he still snores like a dragon, however.

you're also beginning to wonder if there is a bottom to the pit of his stomach. he ate much before, whole fields of things, but you expected that appetite to dwindle, at least a little, now that his stomach has decreased considerably in size. and in number ? you're not even sure how many stomachs a dragon has; that's not something that was mentioned in the fairytales.

it burns through him quickly, gives him more energy than he needs, and it doesn't ever seem to affect his weight much. already, he's huge and thick with muscle and eating as much as he does never dulls the severity of his cut abdomen. not that you're looking all that much.

— not that you have a choice not to, as he seems to have little-to-no understanding of —

the door to the bathhouse kicks open, with enough force that you already know who it is without ever turning to look. you try not to shriek when you see him, because he seems to like that in some evil, impish way.

you've been alone to wash so far, thankfully, as the inn you'd managed to find was small and far enough out from the nearest kingdom that the occupancy was low — enough for you and your little brute.

the man bakugou comes to stand in front of the bath, blinking and huffing against the steam. finding clothes for him was — nearly impossible, and so the trousers you'd found hanging on someone's line outside fit above his ankles, a bit too tight around his waist. instead of a shirt, you've wrapped him in a scratchy linen, swaddled him up like a baby to cover the small smattering of scales that decorate his body, almost like freckles from the sun, though they gleam just as bright and red as they ever have. no matter his form.

a horn has started to sprout, on the right side of his forehead, and you've done your best to cover that, too.

you have no idea how long this man thing will last. if it's permanent or if he even has control over it. the last thing you need is for him to switch back, somehow, while you're in the middle of feeding him, absolutely demolishing whatever tavern you're in and calling all of king todoroki's guards to attention.

bakugou grunts, almost sleepy, and tosses a fat, weighty sack onto the edge of the bath. it jingles a certain jingle that makes your heart stop.

"oh, allfather—" you move for the edge, awkwardly keeping one arm against your chest despite the fact that he's seen it all by now. when you peek inside and confirm your fears, you lob it back to him furiously, as if it were a steaming potato. "where do you keep getting this stuff?"

things have started to turn up, miraculously. shiny things — like coins and rings and gems. things he could not have simply found rolling around in the dirt.

"go put it back!" you hiss at him, and the tone of your voice makes his frown deepen. you never realized how pouty he was, when he was still a dragon.

you think he understands you, and you're pretty certain he just chooses not to listen; instead of doing what you've told him in the slightest, he simply dumps the coin-purse to the floor, and then lets his linen and stolen trousers cover it as he unceremoniously undresses.

the biggest issue that you would say the man bakugou poses is — his complete lack of understanding of personal space.

"bakugou!" your voice wavers, shocked again by his nakedness. as if you haven't seen it all by now. "no, you — get out!"

but he does the exact opposite, which is hop into the steaming water, ignoring the arm you hold out to keep him away as he saddles up beside you. skin against scales, pressing a nose into your hair to huff out his annoyance, to make it something you can feel.

if anyone were to walk in right now, they would — probably think the lie you'd told the innkeeper was true. that you are a simple traveler and this is your mute, over-sized husband.

regardless, you think this behavior isn't polite. especially in a public bathhouse.

"bakugou," you try again, turning your face away as you speak to the wood-paneled wall. "i'm taking a bath, you have to wait your turn."

all you receive in response is another huff against your ear and a low rumble of disagreement from his chest.

he has yet to speak back, and has only used inhuman sounds as his points of conversation. the only word you've ever heard him utter is oi, which he does when he really thinks he needs your attention. you're starting to wonder if he's named you that in his head. oi.

curiously, you turn back to him and the movement has him pulling his face from your hair, just enough that he can look down at you, too. watch you, with the red-rippled sea in his eyes.

they're — amazing, you will admit. just as bright and detailed as they always have been. fit for a fairytale told by the fire, veiled by the soft-ash of his lashes. he watches you through them, half-lidded, and you wonder if it's something other than fatigue that has them so heavy.

"do you know what i'm saying?" you ask quietly, voice lacking the firm heat you want it to. instead it's heavy, too, weighted by something soft and unfamiliar and frightening. "can you even understand me?"

bakugou doesn't respond, not with a huff or a rumble or ever a purr, like the one he let out on the night he lay over you by the lake. you've only heard it sparingly since then, oftentimes in his sleep when his face is pressed into you.

you try not to frown at his silence, try not to let it disappoint you because it shouldn't; he's a dragon afterall, and you're not sure what it matters. the little horn protruding from his forehead catches your eye and you reach up to touch it gently, watching him blink away the water that drips from your wrist — and then he's turning into you again, too close.

beneath the water, you feel his hands skate up your bare thighs, wrap around your waist until your chest is pulled flush against his. you feel his huff, again, against the damp skin of your neck but it's slower, lighter. not laced with his frustration. some unknown thing you feel guilty for liking.

you drop your hand to his hair, rushing full force into all the damned things you've thought about doing but have been too afraid to. he's soft between your fingers, and you trace your nails lightly against his scalp until he groans quietly; a new noise, one you don't know how to translate.

your fingers stop when they brush upon little spines that have grown at the base of his skull, that have started to trail down the center of his back.

suddenly, tangled up in the bath with him, you wonder how much time you have left.

bakugou huffs again into your skin, a little fiercer this time, and it's because of his light jostling that you realize how rigid you've gone. you try to relax so that he will, too, though you must not do a convincing job, because a sharp nip comes to your earlobe.

"ow!" you squeal, but he doesn't let you go far, not even as you try to jerk away from him. in fact, the harder you try the more his teeth show: into your cheek and the point of your jaw and then dangerously low on your neck.

it's not until you finally freeze that he stops, huffing again, with a warmth that burns more than the steaming water.

and then, very quietly, he grumbles, "shitty wife," into your collarbone, just before biting you again.

#anon dear friend i am so happy you have enjoyed it !!! and that it has comforted you in some way !! #i am wrapping you up in a big hug and so is our bratty lil dragon🥹 #this message was just so cute and i wanted to write more for you !!! #this is all for you my peach my plum 😌 thank you for being here and reading my silly things !! giving me a reason to share them !!! #how fuuuuunnnn i am enjoying him way too much LOL #he's a brat !! a biter !!! he does what he wants !!! #god this is going to become a thing on here isn't it LOL might as well start a tag because i have much more to say !! #the lil world-building i have done for this in my mind...you have no i dea LOL #thank you again dearest !! #he he he he said THIS IS MINE 😊 #and by this he means YOU 👀 #๑ remember me love: bakugou ๑ #✿ willow writes #✿ ask willow #✿ thoughts: bakugou