#technically not a scribble but whatever lol

[t3chborb]

I've been wanting to get into the 3rd dimension with art but haven't found the courage for it for a really long time. Mostly due to over-ambition and perfectionist tendencies making it appear intimidating.

Needless to say, I finally convinced myself to give it a try by sculpting something IRL.

So have a tini Ramattra orb :)

It's super rough around the edges but for a first sculpting attempt since idk, kindergarten, it ain't too shabby.

[chelleisamazing]

Uuuum..

I kinda just saw the pink RWRB copy in my local bookstore and impulse-bought it after having ordered the blue special edition on Amazon 2 days ago... I'm really not normal about this book but...

It's okay right? To have two different copies of your favorite book?? 👀

[hummingbird24220]

Can I request Sanji and reader having a competition about who is more flexible but nobody (including Sanji) is normal about it at all? <3

(Also Neko reader was totally right about taking panties out of the equation lol)

Hello. Yes. Yes you can. I love Sanji bbyboi

I had a lot of fun writing this - don't worry if you cant understand the stretches completely, i cant either.

Enjoy!

Stretch Goals

One Piece x Reader (Technically more Sanji x Reader)

You were bored. Like, “make questionable life choices just to spice things up” bored.

Which is how you ended up perched on the rail of the Thousand Sunny’s deck doing a full split while eating an apple and trying to spark a reaction out of literally anyone walking by.

And it worked—because you made eye contact with Sanji, who froze mid-step, dropped his tray of freshly cut vegetables, and blinked like he just saw God herself do the splits on his kitchen counter.

“Mon dieu…”

You grinned. “You like that?”

His mouth opened. No words. Just vibes. Questionable, chaotic vibes.

“…Are you mocking me?” he finally blurted, flustered and weirdly competitive for someone blushing that hard.

You snorted. “No. Just showing off. Bet I’m more flexible than you.”

Oh. Oh no. That did it.

His eye twitched. A storm of sparkles exploded behind him. “You dare challenge the flexibility of me—Sanji, whose high kicks are more glorious than sunrise on All Blue?!”

“Okay but can you high-kick while in a backbend?”

His jaw dropped. You smirked harder. Around you, several crewmates were beginning to drift closer, drawn in like flies to extremely unhinged honey.

Zoro passed by, caught half a sentence, and immediately turned around. “Nope. I’m not getting pulled into whatever weird mating ritual this is.”

Usopp poked his head out of the workshop. “Did someone say mating ritual??”

“NO,” Sanji and you shouted in unison—before immediately going back to your Flex-Off.

“I’m serious,” you teased, rolling back into a bridge position. “I can out-bend you any day.”

Sanji’s eyes narrowed. He pulled off his jacket with a dramatic flick. “That’s it. Flexibility duel. Right here. Right now.”

You blinked. “…Is that a thing?”

“It is now.”

Chopper trotted up with an enthusiastic, “I’ll be the judge!!” Robin sipped her tea from a deck chair. “This should be... enlightening.” Nami folded her arms, watching like someone about to witness a live trainwreck. “You two are so weird.”

“Ready, mon chéri?” Sanji purred, one leg already lifting above his head at a frankly dangerous angle.

You grinned, not even pretending to hide the sparkle of mischief in your eye. “Let’s bend.”

And thus began the most uncomfortably sensual, overly dramatic, completely unnecessary contest the Thousand Sunny had ever seen.

Sanji was in his element. His leg was straight in the air, toes pointed, shirt open, collar popped like he thought this was a modeling gig, not a flexibility duel. The sea breeze dramatically tousled his hair. The sparkle effect? Unexplainable. Possibly supernatural.

“I’ll start us off,” he said suavely, flipping into a handstand with unholy grace. He bent one leg, extended the other, and winked at you from upside down.

There was clapping. From himself.

“Oooohhh~!” Brook whistled from the upper deck, adjusting his violin. “Ladies and gentlemen, I believe we are witnessing… ballet in battle form.”

Usopp was crouched beside Chopper, scribbling on a notepad like a sports commentator. “Sanji’s opening with the Scissor Swan Split—classic. Good form. 8.5 in showmanship.”

“He blew me a kiss,” Chopper said, blushing and confused. “I don’t think that was for me.”

You popped your knuckles. “Alright, Leg Boy. My turn.”

Your hands hit the deck and you swung into a no-hands bridge, then smoothly transitioned into a standing pose by lifting one leg completely vertical up beside your head like gravity meant nothing.

Sanji choked on his cigarette.

“Are you okay?” you asked sweetly, balancing like a human compass.

“I—YOU—THAT—!!!” He slapped a hand over his nose like a nosebleed was a legitimate threat. “You can’t just do that in front of a man! I am barely holding onto life here!”

“Bro. You challenged me.”

Robin tilted her head, smirking behind her book. “This may be the only duel Sanji has ever regretted starting.”

“You’re welcome!” you called, now in a full split on top of the railing, arms lazily dangling over the side like a cat sunbathing in the middle of a fencing match.

Sanji started pacing like a man on trial for war crimes. “Okay. Okay. Time to bring out the secret weapon.”

You blinked. “You have a secret weapon?”

“Oh, yes.” His voice dropped a full octave. “Prepare yourself.”

And that’s when he jumped. Like a pirouetting demon, he launched into the air, spun, and landed perfectly in a full split. Shirt flying open. Arms extended. Head tilted back with the sun directly behind him.

If he had landed on a plate of roses, it wouldn’t have been out of place.

There was silence.

Then:

“…IS HE CRYING?” Usopp screeched. “Why is HE crying?! I want to cry! That was beautiful!”

Chopper fainted. Brook began composing a ballad.

Even Franky, who’d walked out for one second to grab a wrench, paused and muttered, “That’s… SUPER illegal.”

You clapped slowly. “Okay. That was good. Real good. But I hope you're ready—because I'm about to pull out my final move.”

Sanji gasped. “There’s more?!”

You locked eyes. “Oh yeah. The move I swore I’d never do again.”

Behind you, Nami groaned. “You two are going to break something. Possibly each other.”

Zoro stomped past, eyes shut. “If anyone asks, I wasn’t here.”

You smiled like a demon summoned from the depths of Cirque du Soleil. “Ready?”

Sanji held onto the railing. “Never. But do it anyway.”

You moved.

And the world would never be the same.

--

The deck was quiet. The kind of quiet that settles before an earthquake.

Sanji stood, legs trembling—not from the stretch, but from anticipation. Sweat glistened on his temple. He gripped the railing like it was the only thing anchoring him to reality.

“Okay,” he whispered. “I’m ready. Hit me with it.”

You nodded solemnly, shook out your limbs, and cracked your neck like an elite gymnast about to destroy the competition and probably a vertebrae.

Everyone leaned in.

And then—

You jumped.

A full backflip. Into a handstand. Into a one-arm arched handstand split where you hooked your foot around the ship’s mast while casually sipping the juice box you had pulled from your shirt.

“WHAT IN THE HELL—” Sanji screamed, hands on his head, spiraling. “THAT SHOULDN’T BE HOT. THAT SHOULDN’T EVEN BE LEGAL.”

“I call it,” you sipped, “the Juice Box Dropkick.”

Brook’s jaw literally dropped off. “I—I think I’m in love.”

Usopp slammed his notepad shut. “Nope. No score. I’m not scoring this. I don’t even understand this anymore.”

Chopper wheezed into a paper bag. “Y/N has joints like a snake. Like a stylish, flirty, unholy snake.”

You dismounted with a flourish, landing perfectly upright and striking a pose like this was Chippendales: Sunny Edition.

Sanji fell to his knees.

“I have been bested,” he gasped, clutching his chest. “I am destroyed. I am... aroused and defeated.”

Zoro stood nearby, face hidden behind his hand. “I’m leaving. I can’t be part of this crew anymore.”

“You were never part of this crew,” Sanji snapped, dramatically draped over the railing like a Victorian widow.

“I was here, and that was my first mistake.”

And then—

“Ohhhh is this a stretchy game?!” Luffy landed with a thud between you and Sanji, arms flinging out to the sides like a noodle possessed.

You both froze. Sanji recovered first.

“No. No. Absolutely not.”

“I WANNA TRY!” Luffy yelled, immediately contorting into something that looked vaguely like a starfish having a breakdown.

You blinked. “...Did his shoulder just rotate the wrong direction?”

“It’s fine! I’m rubber!” Luffy cackled, suddenly balancing on one toe while his other leg bent behind his head and slapped Zoro in the face.

Zoro punched him in the shin. “Get me out of this crew.”

“Wait, wait,” you said, cracking up. “I’ve got an idea.”

Sanji looked at you like you’d just suggested marriage and public execution at the same time. “You have another idea?”

“Team flexibility competition. Me and you… versus Luffy and Brook.”

There was a pause.

Brook raised his hand. “May I remind everyone that I have no muscles?”

“You also have no shame,” Sanji gritted out.

“Exactly,” Brook said cheerfully. “Let’s make this indecent!”

Nami facepalmed so hard she might’ve concussed herself. “I hate all of you.”

Robin didn’t even look up. “I’m just waiting for someone to pull something. Probably a groin.”

There was a crowd.

An audience.

At least six crewmates had snacks. Brook had his violin. Robin had summoned extra arms specifically to hold up numbered scorecards. Chopper stood off to the side, holding medical supplies and muttering, “Someone’s gonna tear a hamstring. Someone’s gonna cry.”

And in the middle of the chaos stood you and Sanji. Team "Unholy Tension."

Opposite you: Luffy and Brook. Team “What The Hell Is Going On.”

You cracked your knuckles. “Alright, Sanji. First move is the Double Pretzel Bind.”

Sanji blinked. “I—what?”

Too late.

You grabbed his arms and spun him like a dance partner, locking your legs around his waist and pulling him backward until your torsos were pressed flush, both of you bent at 90-degree angles, looking like a yin-yang symbol designed by horny gymnasts.

“OH SWEET MOTHER OF—”

Sanji’s soul physically left his body. You were 99% sure you saw it float upward.

“Relax,” you said innocently, shifting slightly. “You’re too stiff.”

Sanji made a strangled noise. “I AM TRYING.”

“Not hard enough,” you teased, your breath ghosting over his ear.

Behind you, Usopp was openly screaming. “THIS IS NOT A FAMILY-FRIENDLY SHOW. I REPEAT. ABANDON SHIP.”

Nami shoved popcorn in her mouth with a vengeance. “You could leave, Usopp.”

“I can’t. It’s like a train wreck. With abs.”

Meanwhile, Luffy had twisted his entire torso into a loop and was hula-hooping Brook. Like. Using Brook as a prop.

“I call this move the Skeleton Spiral!” he cheered.

“I feel ALIVE!” Brook wailed.

“No, you don’t!” Chopper sobbed.

Robin, ever the supportive chaos enabler, casually raised a "9" and smiled.

“Okay, new round,” you gasped, having dismounted from Sanji only for him to collapse on the deck, face flushed and steam practically whistling out his ears.

“Sanji, are you okay?” you asked sweetly.

“I am...not okay,” he mumbled into the floorboards. “I am... experiencing every emotion known to man. And several that shouldn't be legal.”

You nudged him with your toe. “C’mon, Casanova. Final pose.”

He looked up. “What kind of pose?”

You grinned like the devil.

“Couple’s yoga.”

Sanji stopped breathing.

Brook immediately played a romantic waltz. Luffy yelled, “I WANNA DO A KISS POSE WITH BROOK!” Brook screamed, “I DON’T EVEN HAVE LIPS!!”

And then you sat on Sanji’s lap. Back to chest. Legs tangled. Arms up and curved into a heart-shape above your heads.

The deck exploded.

“THAT’S NOT EVEN A STRETCH,” Zoro bellowed from somewhere very far away.

“It is if you do this,” you whispered, twisting slightly and stretching your spine—your head lolling back against Sanji’s shoulder.

Sanji died. Just flatlined.

Brook kept playing. Chopper cried harder. Luffy attempted to mimic you both and fell off the deck.

“Sanji?” you murmured, glancing back.

He was just lying there. A gentle smile on his lips. Nosebleed imminent. “I saw heaven. She’s very flexible.”

The Sunny’s deck was wrecked.

Not physically—yet—but spiritually? Emotionally? The vibes? Ruined.

Chopper was sobbing quietly into a first aid kit. Usopp had duct-taped two planks together and was pretending they were “emergency blinkers.” Nami had stopped watching entirely and was just muttering, “I don’t get paid enough for this,” even though no one on this ship actually gets paid.

Brook was still playing violin. You were not sure when he learned the Titanic theme.

And Zoro… Zoro had made a critical mistake.

He came too close.

And Luffy grabbed him. “YOU’RE MY NEW PARTNER!”

“No—”

Too late.

Zoro was in a headlock, Luffy’s legs wrapped around him like some hellish rubber vine, and now both of them were rolling across the deck in what looked like a very violent—and extremely bendy—game of Twister.

“I DIDN’T SIGN UP FOR THIS—” Zoro barked as he went airborne.

Chopper screamed. Nami cackled. Robin politely gave them a “7.”

Meanwhile, Sanji had recovered.

Barely.

And was now leaning casually against the mast, one hand dramatically ruffling his hair. “Alright, mon amour. One final pose. Let’s end this right.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You got a move in mind?”

“Oh yes,” he said, eyes smoldering. “I call it... La Fin de Moi.”

“…That sounds like a dramatic way to die.”

“It is.”

You didn’t have time to process before he scooped you up bridal-style, spun you once like he was dancing through a storm of flower petals (there were no petals—only stunned silence), then dipped you into a perfect backbend, his hand at your lower back, your faces inches apart.

You blinked. “This isn’t a stretch.”

“It could be,” he purred. “If you lean a little closer.”

“…You mean like—”

And then he did it. He bent backward too, supporting you with one hand while you both formed a perfect mirrored arch, noses brushing, breath tangled.

“NOW THAT’S FLEXIBILITY,” Sanji grinned, eyes locked with yours, every fiber of his being screaming "kiss me, you absolute menace."

Everyone lost it.

“OH MY GOD—” Usopp threw his hat. Brook fainted. Just straight-up keeled over. Nami stood and started clapping like it was Broadway. Chopper yelled, “SOMEONE’S GONNA BREAK THEIR SPINE—BUT IT’S BEAUTIFUL.”

You laughed breathlessly, still arched in Sanji’s arms. “So… who wins?”

He leaned closer, eyes fluttering half-lidded, voice husky. “Who cares?” His breath ghosted over your lips. “We both got… flexible.”

And with that, he passed out.

Just full body limp, collapsed like a starfish with a romantic death wish. You ended up awkwardly cradling his head, laughing so hard your ribs hurt.

Zoro, bruised and tangled in Luffy’s arms like a cartoon pretzel, snarled from the side. “Next time I’m throwing both of you overboard.”

You wiped a tear from your eye and grinned.

“Only if you can reach us, Stretchy.”

[dollivue]

I just had a realization...maybe Hasegawa "bloodletting" with the luminol was ALSO a way to practically use the luminol so that there wouldn't be any left when he committed his murder...that was mentioned in the trial. He really did think of everything.

hrrmgmg.... personally i think the luminol was a combination of his way of coping (sh as a form of self-punishment for not being able to save toshi) and the bonus of getting light in his room to (1) calm whatever anxiety he may have about the dark and (2) be able to see a paper he may have been scribbling his little plan on, but it would be really cool if that was part of his intentions as well!! double whammy. to start off at "im such a terrible useless person blah blah blah" to realizing "oh shit. they might not be able to use this luminol lol." depending on how much he used, there's a possibility that monomoko/staff never bothered to add a new bottle of luminol because hey, technically there's still some left to be used! it just also happens to be held hostage in ken's room so good luck

either way ken had a fucking master plan that he COULD'VE WON if monomoko didn't play favorites. grrrr ojima favoritism saving the day... but his plan was absolutely gnarly. fucking with everyone's weaknesses? like giving hiroaki his drugs, messing with ojima's head and force-feeding him, stealing wada's stash, switching the milk and medication?? jesus christ dude. no wonder you were conjuring up a sick and twisted plan in the little brain of yours for a whole week

[vhstown]

miles morales x you headcanons

— 1610!miles x gn!reader (friends to lovers)

warnings: just fluff lol (miles is a dork)

note: normal spider-man au, a little tiny bit long. v self indulgent and oddly specific but i tried to keep them in character + inclusive 😭 wrote this at 3am, somewhat edited

For context, you were Miles' first real friend at Brooklyn Visions. You kept running into each other, and he had a strong liking to you after you helped him escape the wrath of the hall monitors without question. Becoming fast friends, Miles is quickly involved in every part of your life at the academy, and he even more quickly develops a crush on you. Luckily for you, he completely forgets about the shoulder touch. The man has no game when he's around you, his best friend, though it's not like he needs to.

Miles draws you a lot, to the point where it's almost obsessive. You're in his sketchbook, class notes, a loose scribble on the back of a receipt. You have your hair different one day and he scrambles to capture it somewhere without you noticing. He has it down to a science, and he tries to convince himself it's absolutely normal to be able to draw you perfectly from memory.

When you find out, he wants a portal to open up and swallow him whole. It's more endearing than anything, though. It's not like you haven't been stealing glances of his portraits in the middle of class anyway.

You may or may not tease him relentlessly about it, but eventually, you get comfortable whenever he slips out his favourite pencil and you pretend not to catch his subtle, studying glances.

Miles loves his headphones, sure. He begged his mom to get them for him ages ago, promising he'd put them to good use. They're basically glued to his ears, that is, unless he's talking to you. He always takes them off, listening intently to whatever you have to say, even if you're making small talk or just saying hi.

Sharing music with you is always at the back of his mind until he finally caves and buys a pair of wired earphones. It becomes routine to listen to something together whenever you hang out, pulled a little closer to each other by the wire playing Sunflower between you.

And yes, he made you a playlist. He's definitely embarrassed about it at first, and listens to it a number of times beforehand to make sure you'd like it. It's full of songs that make him think of you and ones you expressed interest in. He's definitely overthought it, but it's worth your reaction and seeing the Spotify like count increase to one. He listens to it more than you do, though.

Miles is nervous about telling his mom about you. About the both of you. Yeah, he's already told her every detail of you and your life, but he's scared of what she'd think of meeting you in person; it's not like she's hyperaware of the boy she's known for all his life suddenly changing when you're brought up, right? Rio is definitely a mama bear, even if Miles gets the brunt of it sometimes, but when he brings you over for the first time you feel more than welcome. Miles' mom and dad are constantly whispering to each other during dinner trying to make you feel comfortable, and you catching one of Rio's half-scowls at her husband when he asks a stupid question. Either way, there are hugs and kisses at the door, and you leave with your heart and your stomach full. They might just be your new parents. (Maybe in the future?)

Miles definitely helps you with school when he can, especially with more technical subjects. He always drops everything when you message him with a math problem or right before your science finals. He's up on call with you til the sun's up, the both of you questioning your sanity and basic reason when it's really just an excuse to spend time with each other (though the circumstances are unideal.) You send him your English essay to read over one day and he painstakingly looks through it to find things to compliment you on; he has no idea what you're talking about.

And calls with you are one of his guilty pleasures. When he's sure Ganke's not paying attention or his mom's checked his room for the last time, he drops you a hopeful message. You're tired, but you find yourself justifying each time you call until 3 in the morning, talking about the same couple of things. He likes hearing about your day, where you've been, what hilarious or strange thing happened in your classes. He likes hearing your voice most of all; it's even more comforting when it's muffled by sleep and your thoughts come out in jumbled repetitions of the same thing. One day, you fall asleep on call. Miles doesn't bother to decline it, pulling his blanket over him and letting his eyes close to the sound of your breathing.

When the two of you actually get together, he's even more nervous than he was bringing you over for the first time. His brain short-circuits when you say you like him back, and he just says "yeah" or nods to everything you say. He can't believe you like him. Outside of being Spider-Man, he's a bit of a nobody (he just likes keeping to himself). Not to you, though. You're his only other friend besides Ganke (more like the sneaker thief) at Brooklyn Visions, and now he's yours. Despite the ample advice from his uncle, he misses your first kiss. (You try again after a lot of laughter and it's all okay when he gets used to it.)

But... he might be getting too used to it. In fact, now that he knows you're okay with the scary concept of kissing, he's always holding your hand, brushing away strands of your hair, even just holding onto your sleeve by his fingertips. Miles always steals kisses, especially before he runs off to his class on the other side of the academy (he insists on walking you to yours. Yes, he's been late multiple times.) You swear you'll get him back for those one-sided kisses, but the debt piles up, and you eventually get used to it too.

When he hasn't seen you in a while (after slinking off for his friendly neighborhood duties), he pulls you into the most enveloping, bone-crushing hug. His head is pressed into your shoulder and arms almost double-wrapped around your torso like he hasn't seen you in years. It feels like he could pick you up, no matter how much you insist he'll never be able to lift you. It gives you a strange sense of security, and you never question why someone of his stature could probably throw you like a tennis ball.

Though, when you do manage to show him affection before he slips away, he totally melts at your touch. It's like his crush forms all over again, like it's your first kiss all over again. You like to bombard him with love just to see him go quiet and flustered and hear that very specific laugh he's had since his crush formed. He likes having you close, no matter what you're doing. Even if you're both on your phones, he always lets you lean against him or has an arm around you. When you catch him off guard with a little peck on the face, you notice him frantically looking through his home screen like it's the most interesting thing in the world.

You'll get him back one day. Until then, you'll chase him around the whole of Brooklyn if you have to. He's happy to be caught, even happier to be your boyfriend. Maybe one day he'll even give you his drawings of you. Or his entire sketchbook, it's basically all just you. Recently, it's been made up of your smiles. Maybe he'll just keep the sketchbook for himself.

🕸️💫🎧

thank you for reading ^^ this is my first post so any suggestions wld be appreciated. this is my secondary blog so i can't reply but feel free to drop an ask! (not taking requests atm)

read the rest of my atsv headcanons here!

[sugoi-and-spice]

Chapter Thirty - Yesterday

Summary: Tomura Shigaraki was her dad’s boss’s son. He was the creep that stole girls’ underwear and tried to grope her in his room. But it’s not like he could get her Dad fired just because she wouldn’t sleep with him, right? …right?

CW: Quirkless!AU, Explicit Smut, Dub-Con, Coercion, Blackmail, Cheating, Sexual Guilt, Humiliation, Unhealthy Relationships, Power Play, Hate to Love, Emotional Manipulation, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Self-Harm, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Slow Burn, Racism

A/N: Yeahhhh, so I ended up splitting the chapter anyway lol It was gonna be like 70+ pages, I freaking had to. So sorry for that wait just for a normal chapter!

Read Full on AO3

[excerpt]

Ugh, his head was killing him.

His neck too, although that wasn’t anything new. Nothing he shouldn’t have expected considering how badly he’d torn into it this time. 

Shigaraki really couldn’t remember what about today had been so horrible and overwhelming (or maybe it was yesterday now, considering he had no idea how long he’d been out of it for). At any rate, it wasn’t just one thing, he supposed. 

It was the anniversary of the day Sensei got rid of Mon-chan, that day each year was always a rough one. His dreams always seemed to be a lot worse, so he usually made a concerted effort to not sleep the night before, so he was tired. Not to mention the summer weather was sweltering, and it had rained the day before, that hot humidity causing his worn skin to sting in a strangely familiar and disturbing way.

And then he’d gotten to school. God, fucking school. 

There were alternating stretches in his life among his school peers, where either they’d be scared of and avoid him, or be superior and bully him. He supposed actually that the former actions — the social isolation they consciously put him through — was technically a form of bullying too, but whatever. There was a difference. There were times where the general collective got a lot more hands on with asserting his pariah status to him. 

This week fell during the “hands-on” period of the cycle, as evidenced by the words “die, pervert, die” scribbled across his shoe locker in sharpie. Not to mention the way he was continuously and subtly tripped by the other boys during their gym class. At one point he’d also accidentally bumped into that cute girl that sat next to him — Fuwa he was pretty sure her name was — and she had physically recoiled, whispering and giggling loudly with her friends after about how creepy and nasty he was. Practically making sure that he could hear every word of it.

But honestly, he couldn’t even say that that was the issue that really started to make his skin crawl. He didn’t really notice it much. His homeroom teacher sure had though. She asked him to speak with her in the faculty office during lunch. Expressed concern there over his antisocial behavior and lack of cohesiveness with his peers. Not to mention some of the unsavory rumors she’d overheard about him recently. At the end of the lecture she mentioned that if things didn’t turn around soon, she’d want to speak with his Guardian.

He supposed that’s what he’d ultimately been thinking about when calculus came around that afternoon, his fingers clawing deeper and deeper into the side of his neck as he tried to figure out what to do. Because, what the actual fuck was he supposed to do? How could he turn this around when he wasn’t the one to even put his life in this direction in the first place? He didn’t fucking do anything wrong, didn’t do anything to anybody. He had no control. He was helpless. 

Even as he tried to stay in his seat when called up to solve an equation on the board, he could do nothing about it. There would be consequences if he didn’t get up right now. He was completely at the teacher’s mercy. At the other students’ mercy. At his Sensei’s mercy.

At everyone else’s mercy, just like he’d always been.

His life wasn’t his own, it never had been. And he couldn’t fucking take it anymore. He didn’t want to die, but he wanted everyone else to. He wanted everything around him to just crumble away and leave him alone and finally give him some goddamn fucking peace — whatever that was. 

Because he couldn’t imagine peace, truly. He’d never had it. All he had was hatred, the desire to destroy everything around him. He hated this school, these fucking people, this life.

Himself. 

Jesus, that’s probably what he hated most of all.

And then he didn’t have many more thoughts after that. It was all a blur of screams and people grabbing him and blood loss. Overwhelming pressure and a searing itch that seeped all the way down into his bones.

Yeah it had been bad, even he could admit that. It was pretty hard to deny when the scratching episode had ended with him in a forced stretcher and ambulanceride to the, several stitches, and an express ticket to the stark white intake room of Jaku Hospital’s Psychiatric Ward where little Miss Nurse Ratched was currently watching him like a hawk as he unbuckled his belt. 

Seriously, if he wanted a woman to look at him this unimpressed while he undressed, he would’ve accepted a night with one of Sensei’s hookers.

Whatever, it’s not like any of that really bothered him that much now. It was done, he was here. The bitch could glare and gripe at him all she wanted, but what was really irritating him the most about this situation was the pounding in his head. For fuck’s sake, they were in a hospital after all. Was it too much for him to get some goddamn ibuprofen before he took his pants off? The hell kind of operation was Garaki running here?

Free from the loops of his slacks, Shigaraki dropped his belt onto the ground, pointedly next to, but not in, the personal items bin that the Nurse had set out for him.

She didn’t so much as blink at the disrespect, only informed him:

“Dress shirt too.”

Shigaraki shot her a look, “Seriously?”

“You could swallow the buttons,” she explained simply in that obnoxious deadpan.

He scoffed at the explanation, but did start to undo his uniform shirt. Whatever, he figured, as the bloodied collar slackened around his shoulders and into his view. It’s not like he could wear this one again anyway. 

That didn’t mean he wasn’t going to be an asshole about it though.

“Sure you don’t need my pants too? I might make a noose out of them,” he spat as he tore the shirt from his forearms, “Ooh, or how about my underwear? If I’m determined enough, I bet you I could choke on those too.”

The Nurse just stared at him with that completely unimpressed expression.

“Just the shirt will suffice.”

Well, then. He was sure that she was just a blast at parties.

Stripped down just to his black undershirt and school slacks, the Nurse gave him a final onceover. She lingered for a moment on his uwabaki — having been rushed out straight from his math class, he hadn’t had the chance to switch out of them.

“No laces on those?”

“Does it fucking look like it?”

She circled around him, checking the shoes at every angle, before making another mark on her clipboard.

“You can keep those.”

“Well thank God for that.”

She looked up over her clipboard blankly, “You know, we have scrubs we can give you. Then we can skip this whole ordeal.”

Clearly she wished that he’d gone with that option. She wanted this over with just as much as he did. But the reality was that she was wasting her time even more than she realized. The doctor had told him that they were putting him on a 72-hour psychiatric hold sure, but they were fucking idiots if they thought that was actually going to happen.

He shivered a bit as a gust from the AC rushed over him, bringing up his bare arms to wrap around himself.

“I’d prefer you guys give me a jacket or something to put on in here,” he growled, “It’s cold as shit.”

“You can ask your guardian to bring any necessary items like that when you see him,” she explained, not looking at him, “Just make sure he reads all the guidelines first.”

Shigaraki rolled his eyes, because of course they weren’t going to offer him anything actually useful, “Whatever. Is he here yet? Are we done?”

Finally she seemed to be finished with her clipboard, bringing it down to rest at her hip and looking him in the eye.

“He just arrived, actually. Do you want to see him?”

Shigaraki gave her a confused look.

“Wha- yeah? Why the fuck wouldn’t I?”

“I’m just asking,” she explained, “I don’t know what your home-life situation is. And our goal here is to keep you safe and mentally stable. If he’s someone that might upset or trigger you, we want to respect that.”

Shigaraki’s eyes narrowed. God, this bitch was really pissing him off.

“Well I’m fine, so just get me the hell out of here already.”

She didn’t respond for a moment, just stared at him with that blank expression that Shigaraki was quickly realizing was a poker face. She was analyzing him, looking for cracks? Waiting for him to snap or break down or all of it? Whatever her aim was, it had him itching to grab the plastic bin next to him and cuck it right at her.

“This way then,” she finally relented, turning to lead him out of the intake room, “We’ll need you and your guardian to fill out a couple of forms before we can fully admit you.”

“Yeah well, good luck with that,” he said, happy to keep as much of that  biting attitude in his voice as possible.

She paused for a moment after typing in her door code, remembering seemingly.

“Oh. One more thing before we go though.”

Continue on AO3

[uolivegb]

i finally caved... perirep fankid be upon ye :)

heres my special babygirl! ive been wanting to cook up a child oc for a while now esp after seeing so many adorably creative ones from mutuals and others, so i just scribbled her down rq so i have a reference. expect to see a bit more of her in the future!

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some notes:

- her name is tulip because i think its a cute name, but ALSO bc its a type of flower, which lines up with periwinkle and cosmo! i knew i wanted to stick to that theme (but obv irep made sure she also had a kickass antifairy nobility title too lmao)

- shes half fairy half anti-fairy, which meant her magic was extremely unstable as an infant even by magical standards. around the age of two for her safety it was decided that peri and irep would have to choose if they wanted to have her become full fairy or full anti so that her magic mellows out. they end up deciding on fairy (which like whatever maybe ill go into more detail abt this later, but tl:dr they didnt want her to face discrimination if they could prevent it since a lot of magical creatures are wary of anti-fairies for some dumb reason), and so tulip gets her terrible twos and starts visibly resembling her fairy parent more than her anti-fairy parent. (ik i made this like unneccesarily complicated but i debated abt this for a while in my head lmao)

- despite being "full fairy", she still keeps some traits that point out her anti-fairy heritage: longer canines (not quite fangs, but pretty noticeable), pointier ears (the way i draw them both fairies and anti-fairies have pointy ears, but reg fairies have more rounded ones), naturally long and sharp nails (not quite claws), wings (instead of being mostly translucent, theyre clear with a dark blue tinge). so like... at first glance youre like ok yeah normal fairy. but if you pay closer attention its clear thats not quite the case.

- due to her strange circumstances of having to literally choose a side, she doesnt have an anti-fairy of her own. she still technically would be her own anti, shes just more fairy-presenting (side note: this is cause for a slight identity crisis later in life knowing what couldve been, but as she grows up she understands why her parents did what they did and is at peace with it)

- her fav hobby is playing the electric guitar. this has nothing to do with any previous notes i just decided this right now lol. rock on babygirl shred that thing

[m0nsterqzzz]

is it possible for a Carol Danvers x reader where Reader is a new caretaker of the baby flerkens/kittens and sometimes asks Carol tips since she looks after Goose while this is happening Kamala ships it and asks Kate to help her ship set sail and the two of them tries to be like spies like the Black Widow siblings but fails and in the end Carol has the guts to asks reader out but Kamala and Kate has to do training about stealth as punishment?

this is so cuteeee ahhh

love the flerkens with all my heart so i'm so excited to write this <3

it'll actually be the first carol oneshot i've posted!! (despite writing hundreds and hating all of them lol) so thank you for requesting bestie <3333

sorry it took so long but here you go :)

pairing: Carol Danvers x gn reader

summary: taking care of baby flerkens is scary. That's for sure. But would such a positive outcome of getting a date with a pretty superhero be enough to make you stay?

a/n: love the ask, hate my writing. just like always.

carol is wifey tho so we chill.

You wouldn’t exactly say your job is superhero important, but taking care of thirty kittens who can open up their mouths and swallow you whole at any second has its own set of risks.

It started with you going to visit the vet place you used to work at as a doctor before leaving to pursue other interests. You’re still close friends with the rest of the vet’s there, so you go and visit when you have time. While you were there, your friend Maggie had been telling you about some girl that came in with thirty cats, which surprisingly, has been seen before. That wasn't why this lady was remembered in the office so well. It was because the kittens kept eating workers, just to spit them back up perfectly fine- well maybe a little bit covered in saliva- about an hour later.

When Maggie described the woman, an older blonde woman that had manners, was accompanied by two young girls that wouldn't stop getting on her nerves, and had fists that glowed when one of the girls accidentally ate a dog treat that was shaped like a cupcake. The woman's name was Carol Danvers- a superhero you and millions of other people were familiar with- and her friends, Kamala Khan and Kate Bishop.

Fun day for the office, and you could only say you wish you’d been there to see it. The smirk on your friend's face was one you see quite often, one she only has when she’s planning something.

So that day, you left the vet building with a piece of paper in hand, one that had a messily scribbled out phone number. Carol’s number. She’s looking for someone to take care of the flerken kittens while she's at work, and she was so happy to hear back from someone that she hired you without even asking to see your credentials.

That's how you find yourself here, chasing around one of the kittens with a treat in hand. Kamala, the sweetest angel, was in the wrong place at the wrong time, and now she’s in the wrong place. I.E, one of the kittens' stomachs. As Carol explained it, whatever goes in their mouths aren't technically in their stomachs, just in a pocket of time and space that starts in their stomachs. At least, that's what you thought she said. You were too busy watching the way her arm muscles flexed in the tank top she was wearing while she was hammering a nail to connect parts of the giant bed she’s building for the kittens.

Suddenly, as you get into the kitchen with the cat still several feet in front of you, somebody chuckles and leans down to catch the meowing animal before it can escape again. It’s Carol, dressed in her usual attire of slightly baggy jeans, an old band t-shirt and converse. 

She holds the cat up but it’s armpits, facing him away from her and in the opposite direction of you before she says, “give her back.” That’s all it takes, and then the kitten opens it’s mouth and spits out Kamala.

You’re barely paying attention to the girl gasping for air on the floor though, instead you’re watching Carol's cute smile as she nuzzles the cat and then sets him back on the ground. “How’ you do that?” You start, trying to get your breathing back to normal. “I’ve been trying to catch him for like an hour.”

“Yeah, that was a really long time!” Kamala chimes in, but neither you nor Carol are listening.

“I learned from Goose that if you show disappointment in your voice, they’ll let ‘em go. Weird, but effective.” The blonde says before she goes back to cooking. “I’m making lunch. You want some, honey?

You find yourself turning crimson at the nickname, about to say no thank you before suddenly Carol is speaking again, panic in her voice. “I mean do you want honey! In the tea! That I haven’t made yet. Not you honey! This honey!” She holds up a honey container shaped like a bear to prove her point.

Kamala smirks, awkwardly winking at Carol and mouthing the word, “Smooth!” before the superhero finally just shoves her out of the room.

You sigh, nodding your head before grabbing the baby flerken and making your way out of the room. It’s obvious she doesn’t feel the same way and you shouldn’t be surprised. Why would a superhero like her fall for…you?

-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-

Carol Danvers is madly in love with you.

You don’t know that, of course. But she is.

It’s why she’s here, panicking in the kitchen after accidentally calling you a nickname. Someone snickers behind her, and without missing a beat, she throws a rag towards Kamala’s head. “Shut up. That sucked! What is wrong with me? The blonde pleads, and Kamala’s eyes soften even though her tone is still teasing as she says in a sing-songy voice, “You like them.”

“No shit sherlock. Of course I like them. Have you seen their smile? And the little laugh they do whenever one of the flerkens eat something? Or-”

She’s cut off by Kate barling into the kitchen, Goose in her arms and training suit on. “What’s going on?”

“Carol’s telling us about her crush on the flerkins caretaker.”

“Ooooo! Are you gonna ask them out?”

“Can you two shut up?”

“No. I totally ship you guys!”

“Fine. How about this, if you don’t shut up and let me handle this, I’ll make you do 48 extra hours of training over the course of the next two weeks. That's almost two extra hours a day.”

They shut up.

It’s not like she doesn’t want to go out with you. That would be amazing. But she hasn’t had a relationship in years. Well, there was that little situationship with Valkyrie but we don’t talk about that!

Point is, she doesn’t know all the proper dating etiquette nowadays. Should she take you to dinner and a movie? Ask your kin if it’s okay? Recite poetry?

The two younger girls notice her spiral as she leaves the kitchen, making them feel sorry for their friend. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Kate asks with a smile.

Kamala is silent for a minute before she says, “We should go to the store and get Goose to steal ice cream sandwiches for us because we’re poor?”

“Later. Right now, I think we need to help Carol get a date.”

“I don’t know about this Kate. It’s clear she doesn’t want our help.”

“Wow. Since when did Kamala Khan not want to meddle? It’s like your favorite activity.”

The young girl sighs, petting Goose before she says, “You’re right. Carol needs our help and it’s going to take serious meddling.”

So, with that idea in mind, they come up with a plan. As superheroes, their main job is keeping people out of danger. It’s what Carol also does on a daily basis. If they can put you in a dangerous situation, Carol can swoop in and save you.

It’s why they went to the store and got 2 pounds of butter, melting it over the stove before dumping it all over the living room floor.

Just because they’re superheroes doesn’t mean they’re smart.

Then, they hide behind the kitchen counter, heads peeking over the side that makes it obvious it’s them.

You open the front door, back from your lunch as you call out for the baby flerkens. You stop in your tracks when you see the butter, eyes darting around the house as you call out, “Carol?”

She comes running in, successfully slipping in the butter before you can catch her. Kamala and Kate gasp from their hiding spot, hiding their heads again when Carol narrows her eyes towards them.

“Are you okay? Do you need help?” You say, but she just shakes her head with a grimace. “No. I’m fine. Go on. The kittens are in my room.” With a hesitant nod, you walk around the pool of butter with your crush smack dab in the middle of it, then into the hallway and towards her room.

Carol takes a deep breath while closing her eyes, deciding to lay in shame and butter. Kamala and Kate quietly get up from their hiding spot, taking her moment of silence to escape this situation. “Three hours of extra stealth training tomorrow. A punishment for this and because I don’t know how the hell you two become superheroes. And please….for the love of god….clean up the fucking butter.” The blonde mumbles with her eyes closed, the younger girls grabbing each other's arms as they hold in a groan and continue trying to sneak out despite the fact they’ve already been caught.

-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-

After a quick trip to the grocery store for ice cream, Kamala and Kate spend all night watching movies, eating, and coming up with a new plan to make their ship sail.

Carols a good cook, having had to learn how when she got tired of eating packaged space food on her ship. You don't get home cooked meals a lot, so maybe they can invite you over for a dinner so that you and Carol can have more time to talk about things that aren't work related.

You easily accept their invitation with the idea that Carol knows you'll be there, so its a bit upsetting when you show up and she frowns in confusion. "Hey. Did you forget something?" Carol questions when she opens the front door to see you.

"Um....no. Kamala and Kate invited me for dinner? I figured you knew." You say with a frown of confusion, and she lets out an annoyed sigh that for a second your kinda scared is pointed towards you until she yells, "Kate! Kamala!

They jump up from behind the couch, the nervousness clear in their eyes. "Oh hey Carol. We were just hanging out."

"Behind the couch?"

"Yup. This is our....meeting spot. How'd you not know that?"

The blonde stares at them for a minute before she snickers. "That's another hour of stealth training. Leave the spy stuff to Yelena and Nat from now on girls." You’re still confused about what's happening, but in the end just decide to leave it be and come inside with the dessert you brought.

Carol follows you into the kitchen, thanking you for the treats with a bright smile. “I already ate, and I have to do some repairs on my ship, but I’ll see you tomorrow alright?” With that, she leaves, once again squashing any hope you ever had of starting a relationship with her.

-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-

The next day, you show up at the house to take care of the flerkens like usual though something feels off. The air is more tense, and there’s not laughing going on from some dumb joke Kamala told like there would usually be. It’s always been such a fun, energetic home. Right now though, you feel like you’re in a library and have to stay quiet so a 100 year old librarian doesn’t come and tell you to shut up.

After a awkward run in with Carol in the hallway while you’re on your way to the flerkens room and she’s on her way to make breakfast before leaving packing her bags for the week long job she has to go on in space, she walks into the kitchen were Kamala and Kate are sitting at opposite ends of the table. They’re on their phones, both texting someone.

They’re texting each other about a new plan, but Carol doesn’t need to know that.

“What’s this?” They finally look up from their phones when the blonde speaks, her tone bitter and confused as she holds up a takeaway coffee cup with someone's phone number scribbled messily on it. It’s not her phone number, and it’s not one of the girl’s ethier.

“I don’t know. It’s something your little crush brought in. Said something about the girl behind the counter at the coffee place hitting on them.” Kamala chuckles, fighting the urge to roll her eyes when Kate begins to hit her arm repeatedly.

The archer takes a moment to compose herself before she says in the most casual voice she can muster, “Seems like you missed your chance.”

Carol’s eyes finally move away from the cup to look at her younger friend with wide eyes. “You really think so?” Kamala smiles knowingly and hums. “Yup. I do.”

You come into the kitchen with a flerken in your arms right at that moment, not exactly reading the room as you grab the cup from Carol’s hand and smile. “Thanks captain. I was looking for that.”

You begin to make your way out of the room, but she gently grabs ahold of your wrist before you can so you turn around to face her. She’s nervous, you can tell that by the way her hand absentmindedly draws stars on the counter and she uses her other hand to tap the beat of the Star Wars theme song against her thigh.

“You okay Carol?” You ask with a small chuckle, reaching over to put your hand over the one drawing stars which only seems to make her more nervous.

Kate coughs then whispers, “Chicken.” Carol narrows her eyes at the giggling pair at the table, point towards the entryway to the kitchen. “Out.”

They grumble something about her being a big baby as they leave, but you have a feeling they don’t get very far.

“So I was thinking.” She starts.

You snicker before saying, “That’s never good.” 

She groans, playfully shoving you away. The joking helps to ease her nerves a little, and she can finally look you in the eyes as she speaks. “I was thinking….that if you’re free, and you want to, we can maybe….go out to dinner together? Like more than friends? Only if you want to though! I totally understand if you don’t want to and I guess this might have been a little too-” Your laughter cuts her off, but it doesn't help her nerves.

“What's so funny?” She tries to awkwardly giggle as well.

One look at her face is all you need to go silent.

“You’re not kidding?” The question comes out as more of a whisper. Her stomach churns as she shrugs. “Not really.”

You think about it for a minute before asking, “You like me?”

“I really, really like you. But it’s okay if you don’t feel the same way. I totally understand.”

She watches as a small smile forms on your face, then changes to a cheshire cat grin. “I….I would love to go out to dinner with you Carol. Because I really, really, really like you too.” With that, you pull her into one of the tightest hugs she's ever gotten, her arms hesitantly wrapping around your waist to bring you even closer. 

You guys stand there in silence for a few seconds, just enjoying each other's embrace before she suddenly calls out and is followed by loud groans and your laughter, “Girls, I know you’re in the hallway. That’s five hours of stealth training. Really, how have you guys saved cities?" 

bonus: 

Carol: And me? Oh, I'm 60 years old.

Kate and kamala: damn!

Carol: ……

Kate and kamala: ……we’re sorry.

[beneathsakurashade]

DRAWING MY FAVE ARTISTS/WRITERS DAY 4!! (ALSO HAPPY BELATED BDAY AISHI)

WHAT THE TITLE SAYS!!!! For day 4 of Kanae's June Drawing Challenge!! (KJDC, title is a work in progress-). I drew @ashipiko's yuusona, Aishi Tamadai!! I'm very proud of how everything came out, but uh, now my hands hurt, ( • ̀ω•́ )✧.

Since this is also technically a bday post, here's a word from my yuusona, Kanae.

Happy Birthday Aishi! My deepest apologies for not having a gift prepared for the day, I was shut up in my room, completely absorbed in how to prepare the perfect gift. (Literally, cause my drawing wasn't drawing how it was supposed to draw-). My perfectionism did not help with that, but thank goodness, for I hast brought to thee, my gift… … a drawing of the bday girl herself!! ദ്ദി(｡•̀ ,<)~✩‧₊

I originally was gonna give you the drawing and some konpeito, but uh, Grim ate it. I labelled it 'for Aishi, plz do not eat', but he said that he 'couldn't read my scribbles' which like, lowkey annoyed me cause I spent years learning cursive but whateves. We can go out for some boba if you want! >:D

Side note, no idea why the photo is like, reddish. The goofy phone that Crowley gave me changes photo colors and it's like those games at arcades that you spin and press the button to get a certain amount of tickets. But I lowkey like it lol.

(also I added a little doodle that isnt in the original)

Anyways, Happy Birthday again!

-Kanae

[kafus]

3, 9 and 21 ^^

3. Show us your oldest piece of art you have on hand.

i think this is the oldest piece of digital art i still have immediately available LOL. drawn on my mom's computer in ms paint circa 2010. iconic really. i had just finished reading firestar's quest. i was a massive warrior cats kid

9. What is your least favourite piece that you have done?

this question is hard because i've made a LOT of art in my lifetime and i think it would be too easy to just pick something old asf because i was younger and less experienced. i can't narrow down one piece that sticks out in particular but i think in general i'd have to say any of my commissioned art from the past few years - i don't think it's bad in terms of art quality but it makes me extremely unhappy to look at because i was practically torturing myself through all that work despite rapidly losing passion in feral animal art and burning out on "character just stands there looking pretty on no background" type stuff. i still greatly appreciate my commission clients but yeah.

i feel like it would be really rude to pick out work that someone paid for of their character to answer with here but this is a warmup for commissions i did of my own character silverkit and while the art style is slightly different from my usual at the time, it still represents pretty well what i'm talking about

21. Do you believe there is such thing as “bad art?”

i think you can say that some art is stronger or more lacking in certain technical skills, but lacking in technical skill doesn't make art "bad". i'm a pretty strong proponent of no art is bad and all art has value. even the stuff you scribbled in crayon when you were 5 or the stick figures you draw as an adult while learning to make more detailed stuff or whatever else. all art is worth creating regardless of technical skill

[impossiblenightmarenerp]

Can you tell more abt static i like them...

OFC!!!!!! Here is a very long post about their lore lol.

So here's their "in universe" lore:

Static is basically a weird eldritch cryptid thing, that can mimic other things, how well they do so is based on how long they've been interacting with whatever they're mimicking.

Their story starts after episode 2 of SPTO, when Matthew acquires Gideon's company. He's been working and comes to the conclusion that he needs a bodyguard because using his mystic powers to summon the hipster demon chicks every time he needs a bodyguard is tiring. So he sends out an ad for a bodyguard, and specifies in it that he wants a human.

Cue Static, vibing in wherever they've decided to hide out for the day, when they come across the flyer. They read it and decide, "Human, huh? Yeah I can do that." And mimic the first three humans they see, before combining their appearances into an amalgamation that is inherently their own. Thus: Boom! That's why they look the way they do. However, there are some aspects of their mimicry that aren't, like, right? Where they look off. An uncanny valley type experience for people who look at them.

(I'm adding a keep reading thing because I wrote so much :o)

Anyway, they end up going to the secret lair for the job, and Matthew asks if they are going to fill out an application there or if they already had one. Not knowing what that is, they end up filling one out there, and Matthew ends up writing everything down to do a two for one interview session. So their application ends up looking like this:

[Transcript for those who don't want to/can't decipher my handwriting:

Bodyguard Application

Name: (scribbled out mess); Age: 20 something (anything after the 2 is scribbled out); Do you have fighting experience? Y is checked off; Can you demonstrate that experience? Y is checked off again; When are you available? 24/7; How much do you want to be paid? None

[end transcript]

Afterwards, everyone who filled in their application is put into a tournament style fighting test, so that Matthew can gauge who is best at fighting and therefore the best at being his bodyguard. Static wins...of course.

Their job starts immediately afterwards, and they're taken to get a standard bodyguard suit n such.

From there they just stay by Matthew 24/7 because that's their job. Sometime before episode 5, them and Matthew end up dating due to a comedic falling mishap in which they fall into each other, accidentally kiss, and BOOM, Sparks!!!

They have their job until Matthew isn't CEO anymore, so they end up getting a job at a library, because when they had days off they'd end up going to the library to read. (They have read every single book there.)

That's all I have lore wise, but here are some fun facts too!

They love the rain, and they'll stand outside in it until it stops.

They blink the wrong way, and because of this they don't blink around other people

Their eyes are really sensitive to the blue light from screens so they have stronger than normal blue light glasses to mitigate this

At first they have next to no emoting ability. Their resting face is a smile, and they can move their eyebrows, but that's about it. The more time they spend with humans the more they can emote, because the easier it is to mimic them.

They love just saying fun facts they learned from all the books they read. However, if they are reading a fact from their phone around Ramona, she will pull up a picture of the nerd emoji and say it looks like them. They hate this.

Their height varies from 6 feet to, "a little too tall"

There is only one person who can't say their name, and she just calls them Static, everyone else just says it and thinks it's normal.

Bonus of the two times Ramona compared Static to the nerd emoji:

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And here is where I talk about their creation in general:

So they actually started off as a Mandela Catalogue OC, and they still technically are, there're just two different versions of them.

Anyway, around the time I was getting into Mandela Catalogue, my friends were talking about their SPTO ocs, and even tho the only context I had for the Scott Pilgrim media was the movie, I was like "Hey that sounds cool I wanna join" and my friends were like, "DO IT." so I ended up thinking about what I wanted to do. Anyway, then I made the Mandela Catalogue oc, and I was like "What if I used this design for my Scott Pilgrim OC?"

Their first design was then a human that just had a really wide smile and slightly too small pupils, BUT THEY WERE STILL HUMAN.

Then I started talking to my friends about them, and they started asking questions like, "Does he ever blink?" And to be funny, I said, "No." And it spiraled from there.

Their Mandela Catalogue design, vs first Scot Pilgrim design vs how I draw them now:

And that's everything for now! Maybe I'll upload some of the little comics I've drawn at some point.

[metaphorthejesterdraws]

INKTOBER 2023 BEGINS OH BOY

Oct 1 | Dream

(UNDERTALE SPOILER WARNING)

so!! this is actually my sixth year doing Inktober (my first was 2018), and...not once have i done it the way i think it's intended. well i mean in 2019 and 2020 i did do digital "ink" drawings but i got veeeeeery tired of my lineart very fast.

as such! since then i've just done basically whatever for each day! some days its a doodle some days its a comic and some days its whatever i want it to be. i get a lot less burnt-out that way and i enjoy it more so e h

with that in mind though since i'm technically not following the actual rules of inktober (just the prompts) i wont be tagging any of these as inktober. guess you all get random scribbles for 31 days lol

anyhow if you've seen my rampaging undertale obsession i don't think i need to explain how i came up with this art lol

theres also a short process video! (flash warning - it flashes at the end)

[dennydraws]

not technically an oc question, but can you explain sun haven to me as someone who has never played a farming game before (at least. im assuming its a farming game)

Oooh! :D yeah it's a farming game like Stardew Valley but a lot more fantasy like! You have a farm you can tend to, a story with quests to do, your own house and character to customize to your heart's content and as you get to know the villagers, eventually date and marry!

The charm of these kinda games is that they are casual and there is not time limit on things or events - you can spend as much time as you want not doing any quests and just working on your farm or you can fish all day or do whatever you want!

Farming games tend to be very relaxing like that ...unless you want to min max every day and it can get stressful real quick xD;; I only wish Sun Haven was for switch cause I'd love to play on the couch or in bed. I struggle to be on the PC after I'm back from work and just want to lay down and be a blanket burrito. The only reason I draw so much digitally as of late is cause I got an ipad this year and can draw while in my comfy blanket burrito form ;u;

I love Sun Haven due to it's fantasy theme. It's very detailed and colorful! The description on a lot of things are so hilarious! I love that you can be so many different races and your farmer's customization is HUGE! I super love how the love interests are all kind of races... and now I'm living my angel x vampire romance dream xD;; angel x demon would've been more proper but Claude was too cute for my farmer!

All around the game is just SO full of whimsy ... I love it. It feels different and I only wish I had more energy to play on the PC after work cause I'm slowest player in the universe lol;;

In the mean time... I get to scribble all the lil lovey dovey piccies of my farmer and her hubby cause fluff makes me feel better at the end of the long work day :'D;;; I'm really happy people seem to enjoy my barrage of Ary x Claude piccies!

[capricioussun]

@neonstarslight : "Hello, you would like questions about the goofy goober? (Thought up some, of course pick what you want to/can answer)"

Does he like people? Is he more introverted or extroverted, or is it a case of extroverted around the right people? What kind of people is he prone to like? What kinds of people is he prone to dislike?

I think overall he's very asocial. Due to the scrambling of his mind when he was...whatever happened to him, he's kind of caught in a perpetual cycle of "looking for his home" and forgetting what he was doing/why he’s doing it.

That being said, if something doesn't feel like it's working toward his purpose, it frustrates and annoys him. He’s kind of perpetually disoriented, and only ever feels locked in when he’s gotten "a lead" on either his search or remembering what he was doing in the first place, and then he completely locks in, obsessively, until he either forgets or is forcibly derailed.

So basically he just doesn't care much for interacting with anyone really, unless he thinks it'll help him lol (or he mistakes them for his own universe's version of someone, then he comes across very happy to see them and tries to ask about getting home, usually much to the aversion of whoever he’s approached)

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Does he have pet peeves? What are they? Are there things people do that are absolute deal breakers if he can put up with them?

One pet peeve would probably be arguing with him. Maybe he doesn't always know exactly what's going on, but he refuses to believe anything contrary to what he’s believing in the moment. He’s stubborn and at times delusional - working him out of the delusion by telling him it is one is about as efficient as telling someone with depression to be happy.

Another would probably be slowness. Hates people doing things slowly. Maybe he doesn't have the most energy in the multiverse, but he’s also impatient, and doesn't like being still for any amount of time whatsoever.

As for putting up with things that upset him, absolutely not. Has next to no tolerance for things like that.

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Is his own personality and expression consistent, or does he switch from one thing to another? If he changes, is it a rapid change, or is it a slow change?

I'd say he’s consistent about some things, rapidly changing about others. He might come across kinda friendly, silly even, but then become impatient and sharp pretty quickly. He sort of suffers from like...subconscious paranoia? I'm not sure if there's a proper term for it, but it's not that he’s convince people are out to get him, or afraid of specific things, more so just that he gets a strong sense of displacement or falsity out of seemingly nowhere. He doesn't realize how on edge or tense he appears to others, because in his mind, he’s still just himself, silly, laid back, joking Papyrus (not that he always remembers that had been his name).

So I guess he seems pretty consistently strung out, but sometimes he can be jarringly aggressive or cruel or afraid with seemingly little reason to stoke those behaviors.

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Does he have any hobbies? What kinds of things does he do when he's alone?

Nope, no hobbies, aside from "taking notes", aka scribbling down likely entirely illegible "sentences" or drawings in a tattered old notebook he has. He spends all of his "free time" wandering, pretty much.

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Does he like being alone? Hate it? Not feel strongly either way?

In some ways I'd say he’s indifferent, since he isn't technically entirely aware how alone he is? But I'm sure it doesn't do wonders for his more anxious/negative behaviors, the longer he goes between "leads" or remembering his goal.

I'd imagine it's worse when he’s literally alone, maybe in an empty AU or just an isolated area. Probably when he’s most susceptible to forgetting things and getting upset at how disoriented he feels. But if someone asked his preference, he might get confused and ask why anyone would rather be alone. Despite...generally avoiding others lmao

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Does he listen to music? What genres? Does he have favorites? Does he have any 'won't touch it with a fifty foot pole'?

Generally I'd think not. He gets a lot of "head static", and I think the more outside noise is coming at him, the more overwhelmed he gets. Probably generally prefers quiet places with like...nature sounds, like rushing water/forests/etc, but not music or radio or tv, or anything that might pull his already thin attention any tauter.

[elizmanderson]

Asking all the writeblrs I love to grow a vast garden, apologies if I ask the same thing twice *

Hello! I'm attempting to grow a Tumblr garden, with input from people around here to make a series of short stories about' houseplant fairies. The hope would be to have a 'community tumblr garden' full of all the wholesomeness the internet can offer.

Here's the request/seed - do you have a prior worry' or 'stumbling block'. perhaps an event or a piece of advice others told you that didn't help much or simply an' obstacle that you overcame. To be honest, I'm unsure of how to accurately describe 'the seed' but something in the realm of 'society expectations versus what actually helped- or whatever you wish? Also also, favorite plant/houseplant/ flower to write the story about.

Thanks for participating :)

...I'm actually not sure what you're asking for, like are you requesting that I write a short story? unclear. I'm not going to do that regardless, both because I'm working on other things right now and because I don't prefer to work from prompts that have been yeeted at me (remember in like middle school when your teacher would give the class a journal prompt and then you'd have to write from that? actual torture), but it sounds like also you're asking for an advice or experience share, which I can do

for all writers: find your people

actually this goes for all artists of any kind. many kinds of art seem very solitary. you might have an image in your head of a writer hunched alone over a laptop or notebook, scribbling away by themselves.

technically true, in a sense. but (a) it takes a village to bring a book into the world, whether that's an agent and editors and marketers and designers and printers to print a book and put it on bookshelves or the volunteers running AO3 and other fanfic sites working to keep the site running so you can share your writing with other fans. and (b) writing is hard, and you need people in your corner to cheer you on and help you through the hard bits.

for publishing hopefuls: the only guarantee is a negative one

you can work and develop your craft and do everything right and never get an agent, or a book deal, or never sell a single copy of the book you self-published.

BUT.

if you don't keep working on your craft and putting yourself out there, you'll never get anywhere.

this doesn't mean you have to persevere if your mental health is suffering because of all the rejections and gatekeeping and bullshit, or even if your mental health is fine but you've just decided it's not worth it. it's okay to stop if you need to. temporarily. forever. you don't have to keep going if you don't want to.

but if you (like me) are spiteful, then remind yourself that you won't get anywhere if you don't keep putting yourself out there. that's the only guarantee in publishing. it's a hard pill to swallow, but I like to put it out there because there's a sort of toxic positivity surrounding querying where it's like "it only takes one yes!" and where you're discouraged from ever complaining even the least little bit about querying on main and the prevalent story you're likely to see on social media is "I never thought this would happen for me, but after three whole months I'm finally agented!" which is a good formula for existential despair and feeling like something is wrong with you and your story when you get into the trenches and find out the querying actually sucks and can take a really long time.

(that wasn't wholesome and I think I misunderstood the whole assignment, but. there you go lol)

[bluebunnysart]

Someone made fanart for my Mikuteto fanfic (Rain) and I love it so much, I love it sosososososoo much, words aren't enough to convey it www I really wanted to scribble up a doodle in response to this but I need to go to work rn so I guess I must hold it in but I wanted to promo it and gush about it here...... There are no spoilers from looking at this (the biggest spoiler is what you'd expect from a fic named "Rain" lmao so it's fine if you haven't read it) but hmnfkjdf in this essay I will--

Ok *pushes up my art analysis glasses* Much of what I've already wanted to say, I've said to the person directly, stuff about how I never thought Rain would receive fanart lmao (and then it got so much, the most 😭) and I'm so soo thrilled and flattered and excited that it did. Thank you so much to everyone who's been liking my stuff and made me fanart; I've saved all of it and printed it out and treasure it greatly (yes, yours too!!!). It's soo soo cool so I'll always love it. Everything I've received has been amazing and it's not just 'cuz everyone is such a good artist lol but it's because all art is great and deserves to exist even if it isn't "pro quality" (whatever the heck that means). Idk if that waters things down 'cuz that means I love any kind of art just for it existing as opposed to "technical skill" or whatever but I am NOT saying these things because I think any of the art I've received is lacking in those areas at all. All the art is freakin' beautiful and VERY awesome and technically skilled and pro level (yes, yours too!!!!!!) so yeah, enough rambling there. I'm just saying all Negidrill is beautiful and I love seeing it forever. Lately I've been saving more and more art to my phone to admire lol, when in the past I'd just bookmark it (that's why I have 22k+ bookmarks but I digress).

Idk what else to say about this art that I haven't already said but I'll say it here anyway. xD

When I first wrote the scene, I didn't imagine them facing each other and I'm not sure if the artist imagined them facing each other and that's why they drew it, or if the artist drew them facing each other 'cuz that's a GREAT idea and they chose to take it, but them facing each other during this scene is so fun and funny honestly. This scene is pretty GAY and even gives ME slight secondhand embarrassment so the added visual of them facing each other during it is very amusing to me. The Teto in my head is already cringing in embarrassment (affectionate) but I like it lmfao. Good for them lmaooo

The setting is just a bunch of piles of trash everywhere so the artist did a great job representing that! ��🔥🔥🔥 They did a great job showing how it's possible for Teto and Miku to sit on top of it too! In this AU, Miku and Teto are usually either on top of the trash or on the ground, and sometimes the trash is hard to navigate with lots of stuff sticking out but other times it's more flattened. In my own head I think about how I want to depict the trash piles being their "ground" (I sometimes imagine doing it through having them standing on a metal sheet or something sometimes lol) but as always, this is great! Very good! <3

I didn't ask them this but what the heck is this fhhdskfldsf I guess we will never know...... xD

Anyway, the trash is variable, so when Miku dives off it, the impact on her is very up in the air... She could either luck out and not hit anything too bad or she could experience the opposite of luck and hit a lot of sharp objects. xD Anyway, Miku is fine. I would never hurt Miku. Miku, next to Teto, is my favorite, so all is fine and good forever in this AU 😂😂😂😂 (thinking).

Something else I didn't mention but thought to talk about now is I REALLY like the light under their umbrella 'cuz what the heck?? xD The beach umbrella being this big is already based and very accurate, but the light also serves to show this is kinda like a safe place/spot for them and that's so cool?!????? It's like a safe haven or a save spot in a video game lol. I freakin' love how not only is the umbrella sheltering them from the weather and keeping them secluded/with each other-- it's also covering them in light and seemingly preserving it for them?? And Miku is singing ofc because she always is. Girl likes to sing lol.

Anyway, the symbolism goes so hard. Umbrellas are what you need for the rain but this is so 相合傘 (ai ai gasa / love-love umbrella)-coded lmao, I love it so much. When I first imagined them sharing an umbrella, that concept was literally on my mind, so I'm really happy that there's this freakin' cool symbolism going on even now, despite me changing the moment into a slightly different one from Miku and Teto happily sharing an umbrella and walking around or whatever. xD

I'm not confident in my coloring yet 'cuz I'm impatient and rush things lol but I really love colored artworks and the colors chosen here are so great. Everything else is devoid of color except these two and the umbrella and under it and it's such a great effect.

I made it into my Windows computer app tile. I love it so much.

I really need to go to work now but long live Negidrill 😂😂😂😂 As long as I'm alive, I'll be making more. I really did make up my mind, so I'm not jinxing it, I promise. xD Trust. xD 💖💖💖💖🥰🥰🥰🥰

Thank you again, RandomNobody. 🥰 I won't forget this and I won't be able to 'cuz this will be on my wall soon lmfao. Colored artworks go on my wall. Uncolored artworks get printed and go at my desk. Either way, they are always in my room with me, along with my Triple Baka keychains. 😂😂😂😂