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Hollow Knight's Adventures with Dewi
"Okay, dad! I'm heading out to the woods for a bit!" Dewi threw his bag over his shoulders and tied up his boots. He wanted to spend every possible moment in Hallownest that he could. His dad called back, "Again? You've gone out every day for the past month… just be sure you have your walkie talkie so I can reach you." Dewi was already halfway through the door as he shouted back, "Don't worry, I got it!" and leapt out of the front door, heading back to the cave to meet up with Ghost, Hornet, and all is other insectoid friends.
After some time, Dewi reached the cave Hornet had first brought him to. He'd gotten better at navigating with each visit. Just as Dewi was grabbing the flashlight out of his backpack, he heard a rustle coming from behind. Whatever it was, it sounded much larger than the squirrels and small prey he was used to seeing. He quickly turned around, but didn't see anything. Dewi held the flashlight close in case he needed to bonk anything and run. Suddenly, from a bush popped up to… horn? Antlers? They didn't look like any animal Dewi had seen before. Quickly, the rest of the figure followed until out from the bush appeared… a small, cloaked child. They looked even younger than Dewi, and the wooden mask they wore looked exactly like his friend, Little Ghost.
"Uh… hi?" Dewi lowered his flashlight.
The figure nodded.
"Sorry, I was just… um… meeting some friends here. Do- do you know them? They go by Hornet and Little Ghost- er, just Ghost… I guess"
They nodded again, this time more enthusiastically. The figure pointed to itself.
"You do know them? That's why you're wearing that mask, right?"
They shook their head and again pointed at themselves.
"You… Ghost, is that actually you?"
The figure nodded and walked up to Dewi. Even though Dewi could now see eyes through the mask, their gaze remained empty as usual. He did, however, notice a small sword hanging by their side. "You, still have your sword I see… no, what did Hornet call it? A nail! Though… I guess sword would be more appropriate now." Ghost followed Dewi's gaze and slowly unsheathed the sword. It hesitated in almost every action, like every movement was a conscious effort.
The sword was real, no doubt about it, but it was a far cry from the glowing, pure white metal either of them were used to. The edge was noticeably sharp, but the blade itself was made from a dull, gray alloy. As Ghost put the sword back in its sheathe, Dewi couldn't help but keep asking questions, "What's happening? Did this happen to anyone else? Are they okay? Are you okay? What's going on?" Ghost waited for Dewi to catch his breath before simply shaking their head once. "Nothing, you don't even know or why this happened? W-what's the last thing you remember? Can you act it out?" The little one thought for a moment. It took a step back and started mimicking vague actions. Old habits die hard, it seems, for even with its new limbs and dexterity, Ghost couldn't manage much beyond stiffly waving its arms about.
"I'm sorry, I- I'm not getting anything from that. You can stop." Ghost came back and sat on a nearby rock. The two sat together in silence for a minute, both trying to process what they've found themselves in. After a while, Dewi took off his backpack and began rifling around in it, "Are you… hungry? Do you still need to eat? Did you need to eat before?" Just as he asked, the two heard a rumbling straight from the little one's stomach! Ghost nearly fell off its seat in shock before quickly readying a hand on its sword. Dewi just let out a small chuckle, "I guess that answers all three! Here! It's the best thing I could pack this early in the morning." He handed Ghost a small foil packet. It took the packet, and simply… held it.
"Oh, right. You're probably not used to wrapping, let me get that for you," Dewi grabbed the snack and tore the top open to reveal two pink frosted poptarts. He handed one to Ghost, who again gave nothing but an empty gaze. "It… goes in here," Dewi pointed at his mouth a took a bite from his own poptart to demonstrate. Ghost followed suit, slipping the confection under its mask and pulling it back to reveal a small chunk taken from the corner. "Now chew it, like this," Dewi started chewing through his food, heavily exaggerating the motion. It took Ghost a moment to figure out the movements, but it eventually got a hang of the process. Dewi tried explaining the rest through a mouthful of frosting and jam filling, "now, you shwallow…" He grabbed his water bottle to wash down the rest. He was about to offer it to Ghost before seeing it clearly struggle to figure out the mechanics of swallowing. Dewi couldn't help but giggle at his friend so clearly out of its element.
"Dewi? Ghost? Is that you, little ones?" The two whipped around towards the voice. Behind them stood a woman much taller than Dewi. Her perfect posture would have made her look quite elegant if it wasn't for the ragged cloak she was wearing. In her hands were a ring and a small harpoon, both attached by a long thread of twine, and she wore a mask just like Ghost, only ceramic instead of wood. Dewi recognized her voice immediately, and her mask was unmistakable. Whatever happened to Ghost, it had happened to her too.
"Hornet!" Dewi nearly leapt at her with a hug. She tried to stop him, but the kid's enthusiasm broke through her guard and toppled them both to the ground. "Dewi, please refrain from doing that again! I am not yet familiar with having only four limbs." She nearly had to pry Dewi off her. "Sorry! You don't know how long I've waited for that, now that we're the same size! Well… human sized, at least," he did his best to help Hornet as she slowly got up from the dirt.
"Dewi, what have you done. How have you made us both higher beings such as yourself?" Hornet straightened her mask and dusted off her cloak.
"I didn't do anything! I don't know how to turn bugs into humans!" Dewi was getting increasingly exhausted with Hornet's insistence on Dewi's status as a "higher being". He sat back down on his tree stump, defeated. "To be honest, I kinda hoped I'd get to be a bug and explore Hallownest with you guys. That place sounds so cool…"
"I wouldn't wish such things, Dewi. Even after you and Little Ghost triumphed over the Radiance, Hallownest is still a dangerous place. With your luck, you would wind up alone, or worse, stuck with Lemm." Dewi perked up at the name, "Who's Lemm?" Even in the current situation, he couldn't stop asking about Hallownest. "Just a crotchety old hermit. Lives in the City of Tears, hoarding and obsessing over his relics. I do not believe he would take kindly to your presence, Dewi. Apologies, I did not mean that as an insult."
"Uh… none taken? Oh! You're probably hungry! Ghost is it okay if I…" he plucked the poptart out of Ghost's hands. It hadn't taken more than that first bite, anyway. "Here!"
"What is this?" Hornet eyed the pastry with suspicion.
"It's food!" Dewi continued to offer it with a smile, "it might be a little sweet, but I really like them!" Hornet grabbed the popart cautiously before breaking off a piece and slipping it under her mask, being sure to keep her face hidden from Dewi. She chewed for only a few seconds before spitting on the ground.
"PLEH! This is the food of higher beings!? Is this even natural?!" She was kind enough to give it back to Dewi instead of the ants.
"Well… my dad says they have all kinds of preservatives. He doesn't like me eating too many. Calls them 'an affront to the natural order' but I think they're really tasty!" He breaks a piece off for himself before giving it back to Ghost who continues to hold it absentmindedly. "Here, have some water," he offers the bottle to Hornet.
She grabs the bottle, "This is simply water? Not another disgusting concoction of higher beings?"
"Well you don't have to be mean about it… but yeah, it's just water." He takes the bottle when Hornet's finished and sets it back in his back. He offers Hornet a seat at their new, impromptu meeting spot, to which Hornet silently obliges.
"Dewi, we need to know what is happening, and we are unfamiliar with your world. We do not know if this has happened to anyone else, or who. Are you willing to guide us?"
@lilybug-02 @violetthunderstorm
#I realized halfway through that I was writing ghost and hornet as I headcanon them and not actually as they're written in DAiHK#oops :P#ghost is actually much more expressive in DAiHK#and i wrote hornet's dialogue like Toriel so she doesn't use contractions lol#and i'm pinging violet as well because she's the reason we're in this mess#dewi's adventures in hollow knight#hollow knight#human hornet#human ghost#dewi#fanfic#fanfiction#how many fanfiction levels deep are we right now?#a fanfic of a fanfic inspired by a fanfic of that original fanfic#we've hit fanception
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Jade posting 🐶
#jade harley#jade hs#homestuck#hs art#homestuck art#homestuck fanart#back and with a new style!#did this instead of studying for finals#oops :p
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𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐈𝐍𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍
PAIRING: tech x gn!reader
SUMMARY: "when i met ana, i knew; i loved her to the point of invention." -sarah ruhl
WORDS COUNT: 1.1k
RATINGS + WARNINGS: general audiences. fluff. valentines day blurb. use of y/n. au where everyone is happy on pabu.
NOTES: bada bing bada boom this is 4 days laaaaaaaaate so sorry humblest of apologies please love it
STAR WARS MASTERLIST
“Tech?”
“Yes?”
“...what is that?”
Life on Pabu was breezy. Safe, protected, warm, and happy; Pabu was cut from a different cloth than the rest of the galaxy, light despite the unrelenting weight of Empirical oppression. Thus was why the Bad Batch had chosen it to hunker down and perhaps create some roots somewhere not centered around war and pain.
With the entrance of the Batch on Pabu, came the entrance of Tech into Y/N’s life.
Peculiar, that one was, but you couldn’t help but find yourself enamored by him. Naturally, it was a slow progression between the two of you, with a friendship forming before the man even started processing the second layer of your relationship. Even with the ever so gracious help of Omega, Tech was oblivious to the little hints, the tension that organically formed, and could not fathom why you would go out of your way to do the simplest of things for him.
Tech was more than capable of feeding himself, yet from time to time dinner was brought over with claims of having extra. He knew there was no way you, who lived alone, would have this much leftover food for one meal yet the possibility of you intentionally making this just to bring it to him was unrealistic—and even further, impossible.
It had been Hunter who had let him in on the not so hidden fact that dinner nights with you weren’t really meant for them all. Yes, you were all of their friend—but those visits, that thought and care was for Tech. He had argued, of course, and it had been Omega this time who informed him that that was just what you do.
“What they care for someone, they do things for them,” she explained as if it was the most obvious thing as she tinkered with some gadget. “Y/N makes dinner for all of us, but they always make your favorites, Tech. You know,” she turned, grinning at her brothers, “they always carry a cloth in case you need to clean your goggles.” With that, the girl stood from her seat, gathering her things and exiting the room, leaving behind an air of wisdom of someone much older than her. She did that often, and that was why Tech slightly believed her.
Upon further research, Tech discovered what was known as a love language. The dots, how ever he missed them before, finally connected in his mind in the late of night.
Rules he upheld with his brothers and Omega, he was more lax with you. Your presence when he was not in the mood to socialize was more tolerable than the rest, and he recalled all the times he had observed and factually stated that you were beautiful to himself. Beauty, though subjective in nature, was a natural occurrence in life. And Tech was not afraid of the truth, and the truth was that you had been beautiful all along, and he had thought of you slightly more special than most others he knew.
That was what had led them to this moment. Tech had stayed up all night, working into the wee hours of morning on as many projects as he could manage. And then, waiting until he knew you would go about your usual tasks of the day, he trekked to your home and installed every creation he had produced.
“You complained that the cover over your walkway floods your garden when it rains, so I created a funneling system to redirect the waterflow elsewhere,” he answered, pushing his goggles up his nose. “And you mentioned a draft because your front door would not close all the way, so I fixed it. And the side window that was previously cracked has been replaced with an upgraded version.”
Your heart squeezed in your chest as you watched him rock ever so slightly on his feet, glancing at you here and there but not keeping his eyes on one thing too long, and it struck you that he must have been nervous. While Tech was known to fidget, nerves were not something he displayed signs of hardly ever, and heat gathered in your cheeks.
The sun was warm, Tech was as handsome as ever, and your smile could not have been any larger. “An upgraded version, huh?” Your eyebrows raised playfully, voice light as you took one step closer.
“Yes, upgraded,” he affirmed seriously before continuing, beginning to walk away. “As per your complaints, the window offered no privacy nor did it—” he cut himself off, stopping in his tracks when he noticed you hadn’t walked off with him. Instead of grumbling or giving a sarcastic quip, as he was ever inclined to do, he backtracked until your hand was grasped in his. He tugged your arm lightly, beckoning you to follow him as he resumed his explanation. “As I was saying, nor did it filter any of Pabu’s natural light in your home, so…” he trailed off until the two of you were planted right in front of the said window on the side of your house.
It was your bedroom window to be exact, and true to his word, it was no longer cracked.
But instead of regular transparasteel, the surface had been frosted over. You could no longer see right into the room, but instead see little designs in the glass, swirls and such riddled all over the place. “I made this last night,” he offered, looking between you and the window, voice much softer than before. “The light, it will not be as harsh on you, and you now have privacy while still having the effect of an open window, which…” he exhaled ever so slightly, the weight of your hand in his heavy on his mind as he looked over at you once again, “which I know you love.”
He was right. You had mentioned that the solution to your problem was as simple as some curtains, but then that would eliminate the natural light as a whole and that was the opposite of what you wanted. You had not had the skills or the mindset to create the solutions to these problems, though not detrimental in severity, but for some reason Tech had taken it upon himself to be the one to remedy them.
“Tech…” you whispered, looking at him with a tender love he was not used to receiving. It made his heart rate accelerate in his chest, as he thought back to all of the acts of service you had done for not only him but his family as well.
You had loved him to the point of service, and Tech had realized that he loved you to the point of invention.
“No need to mention it,” he whispered back, unable to fight off the blush in his cheeks as you smiled at him. “That is just what people do when they care. You taught me that.”
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#this was meant for valentine’s day!#oops :P#anyways it’s cute i like it#the witch: writes#tech x reader#tech tbb#tech x you#tech oneshot#the bad batch one shot#the bad bad x reader#tbb x reader#clone x reader#clone x you#tcw x reader#—signed; tech
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(God, this took a while to make) taaaa~ The ultimate surfer, Rantaro!
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He’s a bit less cryptic compared to his canon counterpart (mainly because he actually has a talent this time around) but still says odd things here or there (to be fair, I would be too if I had to deal with the ocean)
originally I have more to say but I gave up ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
speed paint and some bonus stuff under cut
Doodle page
And the moodboard
#drv3#danganronpa v3 killing harmony#danganronpa v3#danganronpa killing harmony#danganronpa v3: killing harmony#drv3 au#Rattle’s talentswap AU#my art#talentswap#rantaro amami#originally I wanted to do tsumugi before rantaro but I couldn’t get any motivation to-#Do her design so I decided to make rantaro and then tsumugi#oops :p#On a side note how is rantaro sane while taking caring of his 12 sisters#i’m going insane with the one I have and this man has 12?!?!?!?!?#Although this implies that rantaro even is sane to begin with#anyway yeah
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So I maaaaaay or may not have wrist ouchie-d myself into my wrist brace--
#oops :P#eh it is what it is I'll live#I should probably go lie down for a little bit anyway I'm starting to get a headache /lh#data log: personal
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here’s hoping november goes easy on us jay… october had like a little grudge there idk :((( literally praying i get to be a cat sleeping in a bay window on a snowy day all november.
EM HI LOVELY! 😭 Cheers to that honestly, turning into a cat sounds like a dream- no worries in life, stress free. Just a little furball that meows and gets cuddled.
I'm happy to say that today started out good, my mom made hot chocolate and my bed was so cozy. It better stay that way too or else i'm throwing hands istg ;-;
Your November started out good I suppose?? Sending you more hugs along with some hot chocolate <33
#OH AND ALSO#i was 100% gonna write and tag you in that chuuya oneshot where he cuddles you in the morning#but damn i don't even know how to start or write it so it's gonna take a long while#oops :P#inbox
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Face/Style Practice involving some characters from my longest ongoing draft.
#digital art#my art#black and white#oc art#They're part of an ongoing story 5yrs in the making at this point.#They're kinda the reason I started drawing more seriously if I'm being for real.#Also why I got into storytelling#and like a whole bunch of other stuff but that's too much to list here.#Also also I've had this drawing done for weeks at this point just never got around to posting it#oops :p
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did i mention i almost broke one of the doors at the museum we went too lol
#it was struggling a bit so when i went to open one of the doors i put far too much force than i should have bc they seemed heavy??#turns out there was far less heft needed lol and the door swung open very violently#oops :P#rigs your gay
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#deltarune#utdr#undertale#noelle deltarune#noelle holiday#kris dreemurr#kriselle#enby#oops wrong account :P u didnt saw nothin!
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It ain't a good birthday without some angst, no?
#love and deepspace#lads#Rafayel#Qi yu#lads rafayel#love and deepspace fanart#love and deepspace rafayel#i dont main him but his outfits are mwah#colouring this was a pain#i feel like the water could be better but i gave up oops#p satisfied with this tho#i feel like i couldve made this angstier#but i rlly dont want to touch it anymore
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(Me and my friend's) Ultrakill play through doodles
#ultrakill#v1 ultrakill#v2 ultrakill#yeah I guess she's there too#fanart#my art#I'm so ultrakillpilled these days but I don't draw anything serious oops#my P rank journey is going AWFUL#I’m not tagging that chud Gabriel drawing
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i wanna get back into ultrakill...
#ultrakill#illustration#2.25#v2 ultrakill#i mastered p-ranking minos like... before wrath dropped? and i got too used to the kit pre-rocket launcher#i still havent learned to rocket ride oops#i also still havent beaten sisyphus. i got stuck on p2 for 3 hours and it gave me carpal tunnel#theres so much to relearn </3...
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Reader loves Invincible but hates Mark┃Mark/Invincible x Fangirl! Reader ┃#2
a/n: I hope I didn't make reader too unlikable :P I’m literally just pulling these out of my ass with no outline. Also I just wanna keep these silly hsdhah
potential ooc warning cause I’m not confident I portray characters correctly ;;
#1, #2, #3
WC: 2.4k
“Mark, why are you whining about spending some time with your mother? You should be ecstatic, you know.” His mom playfully nudged at him as she pulled into the parking lot of the mall, the parking lot completely packed left and right with cars. “I’m getting scared you’re forgetting about me. I thought you’d be momma’s boy forever.” Debbie sighed, shaking her head as she unbuckled her seatbelt. A light smile on her face.
“You’re using me as a porter, mom.” Mark flatly replied, unbuckling his seatbelt. “I’m happy to spend time with you but it’s obvious you’re using me as free labor.��
“And that’s my right! I carried you for nine agonizing months, I get the perks of having you. Besides, you can think of this as—I don’t know—training.” She shrugged.
“Training?” He deadpanned. “Training for what?”
“Weight training or whatever you want to call it. It’s not like you’ll get tired from a couple of bags.” She nodded, pointing out his viltrumite strength. Debbie pushed the car door open, exiting and Mark simply sighed as he followed his mom’s lead.
His mom suggested (more like she demanded) that he accompany her to the mall. Apparently, a couple of stores were having a sale, and she wanted to check out the potential good deals. Mark is completely fine with this, but it’s pretty evident that he’ll be stuck carrying around all the things she’ll most likely purchase.
“What are you even looking for?” Mark asked, walking next to his mom.
“Anything! So many things are on sale right now at Always21 and f.a.e. We can get some stuff for your dad, couple of my coworkers, and you.”
“I don’t want anything.”
“Don’t say that so soon, we aren’t even in the mall yet.”
His mom was standing next to the escalator, with Mark just right beside her. Just as he had predicted, he was being used as his mom’s personal porter as his hands and wrists were full of different bags of different colors and sizes. 85% of the items were for people Debbie knew like her coworkers or friends while the rest were for her, his dad, and him.
Mark eyed the bags, raising his brow. “How many babies is your coworker having again? This seems a lot for a baby shower.”
“She’s having quadruplets. She’s going to need all of those things—babies grow out of their clothes in a blink of an eye.” Debbie chuckled as she looked at her son’s face, being reminded when he was a chubby little baby who would outgrow his clothes practically every week.
Suddenly, her phone began ringing in her pocket and she was quick to check the caller ID. She released a small groan, shaking her head. “Mark, I have to take this. It’s work. You can put those stuff down and go walk around, I’ll find you later, okay?”
“Okay, choosing work over spending time with your son—got it.” He quipped, the corner of his lips raising as Debbie swatted at him. Mark rolled his eyes playfully, setting down the bags near the bench that his mom took a seat on as she brought her phone to her ear with a furrowed brow.
He strayed away from his mom, walking as his eyes passed various stores. His eyes lazily bounced from one store to another, not really paying close attention to the people in them.
An elderly man sitting at the edge of the wall of a Vicky’s Secret.
A mom struggling to get her two screaming children off the floor of a Smallso
A bald guy staring a little bit too hard at a mannequin who was only wearing underwear inside an Aged Navy
You staring at an anime figurine inside Trendy Topic
A kid trying to reach their hand inside a gumball machine—wait, you?!
Mark Grayson immediately halted, tripping over his feet. His sudden action caused some people walking behind him to curse at him, but he pushed past them as he turned to poke his head back to look inside Trendy Topic. Rubbing his eyes, he saw that you were squinting at a figurine as you stood still like a statue. Obviously deep in thought. The punk rock that was playing in the speakers of the store surrounded you while you softly bit your lip, staring at the figurine—searching for an answer to your problem.
Wow, you looked great. You were wearing a casual baggy shirt and pants, the articles of clothing mismatched and contrasting each other in the ‘worse’ ways—yet is it weird to say that you still looked amazing?
Mark could’ve sworn that he heard his brain take a picture, saving it in his memory files with the rest of the mental images he saved of you.
Blinking, he realized that his feet were already moving towards you. His pounding heart matched with his footsteps as he walked closer to you, his body immediately acting on a weird impulse while his brain tried to come up with things to do once he finally got to you.
Shit, what do I say? Hello? Hey? His mind raced as his eyes flickered from your face to the figurine you were looking at. Thinking of buying that? Is that weird to say? Is that a good opener? Oh man, this is actually the first time I’ve ever seen her outside of school as just me. Me, Mark. Not Invincible.
Grayson had seen you multiple times around the city as Invincible while fighting or simply flying around the city. It was a coincidence that he would see you a few times then and there—totally not because he would keep an extra eye out for you and find any excuse to talk to you.
He totally didn't make sure whenever there was danger nearby he wouldn't be the first one to warn and whisk you away to a safer area, hearing you sing praises in his ear about how much you loved him. He also totally didn't pretend not to notice you as he stayed afloat in the sky yet close enough to the ground so you could point him out and call him with that sweet voice of yours.
No, pfft, totally not. What kind of superhero would he be if he did those down right pathetic things?
"Holy fuck! How long have you been standing there you creep?!" You yelped in surprise, shocking him too as he snapped out of his trance. You looked up at him with your gorgeous eyes, clutching your purse close to you as you stared at him as if he had two heads. "Did you stalk me? Fucking pervert." You hissed, taking a step back as if he had the plague.
"What? No! Uh—I saw you just for a second and wanted to say hi."
"Hi, now buzz off. Don't you have a loaded gun that you should be pointing at your head right now?"
Mark felt a chuckle swell in his throat, his lips quirking up in an amused grin. He should be offended at the harsh things you verbally threw at him, but he couldn’t get it out of his mind how you were all over him as Invincible yet so guarded off toward him as Mark. If he were to reveal his secret identity to you right here and now, how would you react? Embarrassed? Flustered? Hell, what if excited?
He quickly raised his hand to cover it, if you saw him smiling you'd get pissed—
"What are you smiling for? Eugh."
Never mind, you noticed.
"Are you interested in that figure? Uh, I saw you looking at it through the window." He smiled, his eyes shifting to look at the anime figurine that was out on display with the copies underneath it.
"Wouldn't you like to know, weather boy." You scowled, eyeing him as if he was going to mug you at any second. Mark really couldn't help but continue to compare how you act towards him and his superhero alterego Invincible in his head.
You acted so outgoing and bubbly whenever he was dressed up in his hero costume, shamelessly fangirling over him by saying things like, "please sign the marriage papers already!" or "let me take you out on a date, I'll give you my whole college fund!" Yet acted like Mark was the dirt on your shoe whenever he was in his civilian attire.
"Is that a no?"
"... I might be interested in it." You teared your eyes off of him, looking back at the figurine. You glanced at your wallet, and Mark noticed how your eyebrow twitched just slightly. He pursed his lips as he took a second to piece the puzzle pieces together before speaking again.
"Don't have enough money for it?"
"!!!"
You coughed, your cheeks tinting slightly in embarrassment as you took a look at Mark's face—a sly smirk on his lips as he stared down at you. You shivered, he's so freakishly tall. "None of your business, jackass. Go die."
He hesitated before seizing the opportunity to take this as a chance to get closer to you. In school there was never opportunities since you refused to be in any group in him, never needed help with studying, declined exchanging notes—but this? Mark knew you were weak to obtaining new items.
"I can buy it for you." Grayson smiled innocently, trying to appear as friendly as possible. He picked up a box, turning it over to see the price tag. 24.99. "I've never seen this anime before. I'm more of a comic book guy."
"Why the hell would you buy that for me?" You barked, raising a brow as you took a step forward. "What are you tryna get at?"
"Nothing! I just want to do a nice thing for you."
"Your trying to get in my pants, aren't you. Your not getting this fucking cookie, it's for Invincible."
"W-What, no?!" He yelped, his cheeks flushing at the fact you accused him of trying to get into your pants and the fact you were so shameless about basically saying your—uh, as you put it, 'cookie,' was for Invincible aka him. "I, I just want to help you! Nothing weird!?"
"Your a pathetic pervert, I bet you were cooking that up while salivating behind the window, huh? Diabolical."
"No!"
"Then why!"
"I—you—" he stumbled over his words, his eyes darting to the Invincible phone charm that dangled. "Your a huge fan of Invincible—I'm a huge fan of him too! Two Invincible fans got to stick together, right?" He chuckled, sweat dropping at how stupid his reasoning sounded.
You stayed silent for a moment, quirking your brow. "... Your a fan of him?"
"Y-Yeah! A huge one!"
“Prove it.”
“I have pictures of him I can share with you.” Pictures?!
You blinked, and he internally screamed as he was certain that he just screwed up and made him look like an even bigger loser in your eyes. “… What kind of pictures?”
“Like, uh, so many of them. Up close ones, pictures of him back when he just started it without his official hero suit, um, and y’know the works!”
“…How up close are they?”
“Practically selfies?”
“…”
A pregnant silence passed between you, the punk music playing in Trendy Topic filling the air as you stared into his sweating face hard like you were dissecting whether he was telling the truth or not. You took a step towards him, your hateful eyes having a sparkle of something else inside them.
“Really?” Your voice chirped. He immediately recognized the tone of your voice being the same as the one you use toward Invincible, so sweet and filled with admiration. Shivers ran down his back.
“Yeah, yeah.”
You coughed, turning your face away. “I guess even losers can recognize peak.” You mumbled to yourself, but with his heightened hearing he heard it loud and clear. “How many of those pictures do you have?”
“Multiple?”
You squealed, jumping towards him. “Show me them, show me them!”
Oh no. “I don’t have them on my phone—I only have physical copies.” Nice one, Mark!
“That’s even fucking better.” You were practically shaking. With no warning, you grabbed on his arm, holding it tightly as you led him to the cashier register, Mark having a firm grip on the figurine box. “I’ll let you buy that for me if you give me some of those photos!”
Mark sat with you on a bench outside Trendy Topic, the figurine he had just bought in your lap. “I’ll only kind of believe you’re not trying to sleep with me if you prove that you actually have those photos,” You squinted, “If you don’t, let’s just say whenever you see me walk faster.”
“I did not buy that to sleep with you! I am… a super big Invincible fan.” He cleared his throat trying to pretend enthusiasm for himself. “And when I found out you were also one weeks ago, I figured you’d finally want to be friends with me.”
“In your wildest dreams. I’m only tolerating you right now for the photos that you may or may not have.”
“I do have them!” I don’t.
“Well whatever it is, I’ll believe it once I see them.” You huffed, reaching your hand out. “Give me your phone.”
He handed it over and watched you open his phone and into his contacts, entering a series of digits.
“I have to go so text me when you can hand the goods over. Don’t jizz your pants just cause you have my number.” You harshly pushed his phone back in his hands. “My hatred for you is on a slight pause, so don’t mistake this for friendship. Merely an alliance.”
His ears perked up at the acknowledgement of you profound hate towards him. “I don’t understand, why do you hate me?”
“Don’t act like you don’t know!” You huffed, standing up. You jabbed a finger in the air, “I know it must come easy to you, but don’t act dumb. Unless you’re a secret blond under that thick hair of yours.”
“I seriously don’t—“
Before he could interject you already turned on your heel and walked off, leaving Mark sitting on the bench staring at your disappearing silhouette.
He internally groaned at himself—as soon as he gets home he needs to take pictures of himself.
Though, he couldn’t help but get giddy at the fact he had your number now.
Always21 = Forever21
f.a.e = e.l.f
Vicky’s Secret = Victoria Secret
Aged Navy = Old Navy
Trendy Topic = Hot Topic
Smallso = Miniso
#mark grayson#invincible#mark grayson x reader#invincible x reader#female reader#reader insert#fem reader#wrote this like half focused#cringe#:P#i think i accidentally made reader a tsundere uh#oops?#no beta read#imma post on ao3 i think#bonsubearwriting
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People just REALLY love people confused about confectionary.
How are peeps still in my top 3, have I really not made anything more impactful? I mean, not the worst thing to be in my top 3 but still 💀
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🐈⬛ BOO-OOP! 🎃
🎃-🐈⬛-🎃 / 🐈⬛-🎃-🐈⬛ / 🎃-🐈⬛-🎃
#stim#stimboard#halloween#boop#sfw#orange#brown#black#pumpkins#cats#kitties#animals#fake animals#cookies#food#desserts#drinks#witch hats#paws#toe beans#leaves#decor#autumn#claws#build a bear#plushies#jack o lanterns#hands#boo p#boo-oop
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For Day 6 & 7 yay theyre hugging
@jonmartinweek
Bonus: live reaction of me finding out that john was canonically ace
#my doodles#also ive been so freaking busy i havent had time to post any other art for days 3 4 or 5#ive drawn stuff im just not happy with how they look yet#I'll polish them soon I think and just post them late :p#the magnus archives#tma#jonmartin week 2025#jonmartin#teaholding#jonathan sims#martin blackwood#happy asexual day yippee#EDIT: oops i marked this for 5 and 6 i meant 6 and 7
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