#they are very cute nervous

[lady-delamort]

I like to think of Fuyumi as a Hawks fan from before he got to do hero number 2. And she looked at him and thought he was going to spend his entire career in relative peace. Then one day, he is number two and she meets him at her father's agency, and she inwardly screams as she answers him seriously. And Hawks thinks that she doesn't like him, so he visits Todoroki's house unexpectedly to try to make a better impression on her and sees Fuyumi wearing a red-winged chick apron and they both die.

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF Abby and Gregory discover Michael is an artist too

[ohno-the-sun]

Vibrating with happiness I got them signed aaaaa

[artfreaksmeout]

Some Creek because I can’t get them out of my mind

[dogboots]

normal about these two...

[son1c]

first kiss...

[rachlactoseart]

Hello Welcome Home fandom!

Came here to offer humble art to all of my favorite characters.

It's the first fanart I've done in my entire life for some game/ARG/movie fandom and anything else. I'm very happy that I made something that I liked and I hope that you like it too. Enjoy :)

@clownsuu

A small fanart for one of the artists that motivated me to make these drawings. Your art is amazing, and I love your AU, I hope you like it.

[gt-scribbles]

I love smaller companions, who are very used to their larger or size-shifting companions, being abruptly reminded sometimes of just how large and powerful their friends/partners are.

If you hang around a giant enough [especially one that usually is about your size because they're a size-shifter], eventually you get comfortable with them. Casual. Sometimes you forget, in the midst of their kindness and gentle-ness towards you, that they can level whole buildings. Crush boulders with a single hand. Let loose a beastly roar that shakes your bones and makes even the earth tremble beneath you.

You forget that a lot when you're so used to them laughing with you, taking walks, enjoying nature, letting you ride their shoulder or in their pocket.

And then sometimes, when they go to pick you up under your arms, you're sharply reminded of just _how_ big they are compared to you. Those moments of clarity keep you humble. Keep you... excited, almost.

After all, life with a giant requires a healthy level of self-awareness and respect. But it makes that deep trust and the special treatment you get from them all the more special.

[caramelarchive]

You're Pretty. ╾ L

Not my best work by far, but I think it's cute! Just a quick little drabble (I think- I've never figured out quite what the classification system is for writing on here lmao) so I can start this blog up. Enjoy!

I have moved to my main @lawlietscaramels please follow there for new content!

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It was rather dark, the room only lit by the many screens scattered around you and more so around L.

As you clicked away at the keyboard, the sound of rustling wrappers indicated the detective was trailing his slender fingers through a bowl of sweets, judging each one so he could determine the ideal order in which to eat them. You glanced at L as he picked one up, fiddling with the wrapper. He glanced back, pressed a finger to his lips and slowly pushed the bottom one to the side.

"...Why are you looking at me like that?"

L's tone is of course as cold and monotonic as usual as his unblinking, oddly wide eyes hold yours. You just smile, watch as he places the candy on his tongue and swallows it.

"You're pretty."

A beat.

"I see."

And a much longer silence. It fills the room up, unspoken whispers piling on top of thoughts to create a cold blue weight in the atmosphere.

"...There is an 86% chance you just lied, Y/N." L's hands grip his knees a little tighter as the detective stares ahead at his computer. "I told you to stop lying. It frustrates me to no end."

"I said nothing false, L."

"Ryuzaki," he absentmindedly corrects, pointing one of those long, pale fingers at you as he reaches for another candy.

"I think you're pretty."

He turns back to you after a minute, his brow slowly creasing. He prods his thumb against his lips again. "I am well aware I do not conform to the superficial beauty standards society holds."

"So?"

"I don't think that you ought to view me as 'pretty'."

You sighed and leaned back in your chair, eyes closing as you raised a hand in a half-shrug. "I don't understand why you think I'm lying about something so simple, Ryuzaki. I don't need you to conform to society's standards. And honestly, I quite like that you don't. Please just take my word that I find you visually appealing."

"Must I?"

"Yes. You're pretty."

"I require you to at least provide a basis for your argument."

You pause and look at L for a second, then lean over to give him a little peck on the cheek. You steal one of his sweets as you retreat and grin as you throw it into your mouth.

"Bias."

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𝖎𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖙 ˏˋ⋆˖⁺˖⁀➷ 𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌 + 𝖋𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜

[koifsssh]

i absolutely adore the oc’s made for welcome home, all i have seen are so charming and wonderful! very creative too! so i wanted to sketch some out, and direct some of you to some really wonderful artists that are the creators of these ocs!

(more below! it’s kinda lengthy ahaha!)

(poppet reminds me of a slinky toy... i adore poppet sm...)

(silly thing i thought when i drew Sanny and Rainy next to each other! I haven’t seen Sanny colored, but if he’s purple adjacent he and Rainy would definitely look like cousins i think!)

oh boy, im a little scared to tag, but you must know who the lovely creators are!

Dolly - @nonomives Robbie - @clownsuu  Colt - @thelone-copper Poppet - @cupophrogs  Basil (I LOVE HIS DESIGN RAHHH) - @cutepotatook  Sanny - @qep0ermint​ 

(im so sorry to turn all your ocs into marketable plushies...)

[sysig]

Pretty clothes for you! ✨ (Patreon)

[tangerinesteve]

Y'all have got to be like... nicer??? About x reader and people using OC characters in fics. Like i understand that it's not everyone's cup of tea. And yes, a lot of people who write it need to learn not to put tags on it when it doesn't go in that tag. BUT. people still need to be less rude about it, and less shitty about it, just in general.

Because like, it's still writing. It's still people's work and like they put their heart into it. And also, since i see shit like that, I'm over here constantly writing things in my head, or in my notes, that i know are pretty good. Pretty cute and sweet reads. But I'm constantly like... scared to post them. Because i feel like no one will care. Or worse, someone will be shitty to me about it. And like, that's not cool.

Fandom is supposed to be a fun place to like do your weird shit and be like "hey look at my weird shit that i made with love for the thing we all love" and people are go "ooohh. Ahhhh. Love you're wreird shit congrats its so good!" But now we have people being weird (bad) to people just because they're writing reader insert stuff and oc stuff. And it's very annoying to me.

And not just because it's messing with me and my thoughts and feelings about my own stuff. But i know it's effecting how other people feel too. Idk. It just sucks that people are so rude about it when like... it's fanfiction too. It's just as much fanfic as ship fics are. And i get that people are 100% rude about some ships as well. But still.

It'd be nice if we could just fucking chill and let people do the things they enjoy without shit talking it so much that they start hating the things they enjoy. Especially when it's not fucking hurting anyone.

[rainofthetwilight]

hot take I guess, but tbh I Don't Really Care abt bruise...I can 100% see why people ship it and it's cute ngl but I just don't care abt it, it never really grabbed me tbh

[iarrelm]

Angel Dust sketch dump ft. Husk

In honor of meeting Blake Roman at LVL Up Expo today here are some Angel sketches I've had sitting in my folder for awhile.

[tirfpikachu]

hiiii gyns i have a date on SUNDAY!!!!! :D her name is precious (adorable!!) and she's soooo cute she's a writer like me and an anime lover too and just seems like a total sweetheart! it'll also be her FIRST DATE EVER????? 0w0 she has never been with anybody ever????? so the pressure is on for sure omfg... i want to make it super special for her even if we don't work out!! we're going to my fave froyo spot and then anime & weed back at my place!

she's also british and she sent me voice notes and her accent is SOOO ATTRACTIVE AAHHHHH and she's only looking for a serious relationship which is super attractive too!!! <3 we'll see how it goes, but either way we both agreed to be friends if the vibes aren't gay!

[virtue-and-beneviolence]

cool kids don't cry

an eight year old Hanma notices a girl getting picked on and consoles her in a goofy way only he would think of.

<700 words, plat childhood!shuji fluff, the slightest allusion to a rough upbringing from shuji not proofread, not anything we flop like men

Hanma doesn’t like crybabies. Call it a hard lesson from his parents, but he doesn’t like when other kids cry and carry on over dumb stuff. He’s learned that crying doesn’t get kids very far. Certainly not kids like him, whatever that meant.

Even more than crybabies, Hanma hates brats that pick on kids half their size because there’s no challenge in that. No gamble. No risk, or thrill. There’s no appeal, and frankly, it’s cowardly as fuck. It’s stupid, but most kids are stupid. He may only be eight years old, but he knows he’s not cut out to be some white knight. He’s no hero. Hanma usually observes, fingers itching for action, trying to decide on worthy opponents. When he does swoop into the fray it has nothing to do with the victim, if there was one.

Hanma is, shall we say, an equal opportunist observer. He’s far from the gentlemanly type and isn’t above watching a boy shove the occasional annoying girl down. It warrants an eyeroll, or maybe a ‘tsk’ if she throws a fit. 

But today, the classroom bully picked you to pick on. He pushed your little figure down to all fours from behind onto the rough pavement. He expected your yelp and laughed heartily. The last thing the bully (and Hanma, for that matter) expected was for you to get off your roughed up palms, scoot around on torn knees and land as hard a punch as you could on the boy. For better or worse, all you could reach was the boniness of his hip but the hit was enough to shock him into pushing you on your butt and scurrying away. In his wake he left a chorus of jeers from his friends.

Now this girl, Hanma decided, was interesting.  

He watched you sit there, alone, slightly bloodied knees tucked to your chest. He didn’t even notice you were crying until he saw your body jolt with a poorly stifled sniffle. Hanma’s stomach sank and before he knew it, his hands were shoved in his pockets and he stalked over to sit next to you. Even young as you both were, he was tall for his age, so much so that even sitting he looked down a bit at you. 

“Hey.” He said, as eloquently as was expected of a budding delinquent.

 “What.” You said it as if it wasn’t a question, voice was tight in an obvious attempt to keep it from wavering. Hanma noted it, respected it.

“Dunno, you’re the one snifflin.’ Whatcha cryin’ for? You spooked that dumbass away, didn't cha?” When he got no response he pressed on, “Yer knees hurt?”  

“S’my hand.” You hiccuped involuntarily and lifted a little fist, with red knuckles from the impact. 

A chuckle left the boy. “Got a lot to learn about fighting.” Taking his attention off your hand ripening with a bruise and your knees and looking at your tear streaked face, made his chest feel wobbly. He bumped his shoulder to yours, “C’mon, stop crying already.” 

You looked away. 

He knew he wasn’t half as good at making people feel good as he was at annoying or hurting them but that fuzziness he felt made him want to do something to help. So he chased your face with his and licked from your chin to the apple of your cheek. 

Hanma smacked his lips loudly, making a show of sampling the saltiness of your tears. 

“It’s just like I thought.” He said with mock solemnity, looking in the distance straight ahead, ignoring your utterly incredulous expression in his peripheral. “Sad tears taste bad when it’s a cool kid crying them.” He huffed a dramatic sigh.

It took a long pause for your words to come back to you, “What’d you do that for?”

“Dunno. You stopped crying though, didn’t cha?” Hanma stood and held out a hand. “Let's go to the nurse. Or whatever.”