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I did some sketches while I was back at school for its annual senior showcase (for animations of course) these were all thoughts I had when I was sitting in a plane or waiting for a plane hahaha
still using the same character, I might have to give her a name soon :P
drawn in TVPaint
Here's a small sketchdump of random doodles I have done in the last three days, hopes this makes up for a lack of posting things recently :P
I did it, one shot about Aventurine being underweight but getting healthier with Ratio’s help, enjoy!
( Tags for the ppl who wanted it ((I think))
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Dyslexic roach
Every part of my fruity being is offended by these comments. @f3ntime
you should probably
(Kidding! You're fun! I don't want you to die…)
ok so it got worse/ funnier. they are now trying to determine the surrounding states. they do not know arizona. this. this is concerning maybe. they are too old for this
so theres this thing called statle and my siblings are doing it and cant get it but my little sister, about age 8 pops in and goes i know it but you dont and starts to fucking cackle and im like oh ill do it and she tells me what it is with the most evil laugh and she tells my mother with even more evil laughter they just gave in and one of them goes thats a state??? its fucking new mexico
listening to radiocreep while studying math from my exam by jotting down formulas and solutions on my tiled floor with an erasable gel crayon cause i don't have a whiteboard or an erasable marker >>>>
There ja sildverfuck in h braggrokm
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Wow my name’s is pretty sexy. I honestly don’t think it is but hey, blame the “n” and “i”.
McKenzie
How sexy is your name?
Add the letters in your first name using the numbers below =) - Under 60 points= NOT TOO SEXY - Between 61-300 points= PRETTY SEXY - Between 301-599 points= VERY SEXY - Over 600= THE ULTIMATE SEXIEST
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G=3 H=10 I=200 J=100 K=114 L=100 M=25
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Izuku: Not trying to brag or anything, but I can wake up without an alarm clock now simply due to my crippling and overwhelming anxiety, so...
I think Donella’s base/orphanage is an abandoned prison for a number of reasons.
It’s ironic, and they’re all criminals so it fits the theme
who would look for a mob boss in a prison? Just a good hiding place.
really helps build the idea of uniformity and compliance in the thieves. She treats them very regimented, getting up at the same time every day and having very strict rules. If you don’t want to follow them, you’re back out on the street.
it helps communicate how trapped hugo feels in his current situation, and how he thinks that he is inherently bad. He sees himself as a criminal who can’t get better, and the fact that he lives in a prison cell really adds to that.
Of course, none of the cells have doors, and the ones that do have broken locks. The place is very old. Most of the cells have blankets and tarps up so you cant see into the cell, with some things here and there. Very visually messy, unlike a prison, but literally very clean and organized.
Hugo’s room is especially very clean and organized compared to everyone else’s, if not cluttered. The most luxurious thing he has in there is a big pile of pillows instead of a bed (Based on one of the concept drawings where hes all lounged out in a pillow nest), and his nice furniture. He has nice things, better than the other kids because of his status, but everything nice in his room has to be too big to steal, or nailed down. Its very tidy, as luxurious as it can be, and very obviously still a prison cell- a good representation of Hugo himself. Donella does not like to be bothered, so unless it’s an emergency, you deal with the other children yourself. Hugo is not very popular among the other orphans- hes seen as a suck up, and only ever spends his time around Donella.
GUYS NVMD, IM FINE AGAIN !!! YIPPIEEE !!!!
(dawg i hate mood swings)
ANYWAY, GUESS WHAT ?!?!? GUESS WHAT I DID ?!?!?
I WROTE THE SKK FIC !!! ARENT YOU GUYS PROUD !!! (i also wrote and posted another chap for the KuniOda fic :D i love feeling motivated)
Heres the link ^^
https://archiveofourown.org/works/64954138/chapters/166975300
:3
✩ "I would get killed by your hands just to see you live." .:｡✧*.｡✰───
summary: he loved you so much he allowed you to let him go.
contents: jjk as angst tropes series: choso kamo, choso x f!reader, established relationship, not canon so no spoilers cz i realized its called fanFICTION so i can create whatever i want, forbidden romance, choso dies cz of reader, fluff at the beginning, angst cz who wouldve guessed, also written badly
word count: ≈1.9k
The moon generously illuminated the darkness of the abandoned building. It was just like the way you knew it. You memorized every curve of it, how the light would hit each spot, the way the debris stacked on top of each other–and where you would see him standing there, waiting for you.
It started when you two both approached each other, thinking you guys were the same species. He thought you were a curse, and you thought he was a sorcerer. It caused you two to share the struggles you both had, and unbeknownst to both of you, it was similar struggles. It caused mutual pining that you both could only entertain.
You both found out when you first met him in your jujutsu uniform, and he saw the badge that you had. It was a shocking sight to see, but Choso had gently held your hand, calming you down once you found out he was a curse.
Now, you were meeting up with him secretly once again.
“Hello,” you giggled, your shoulders rising up and failing to keep your bubbly attitude hidden. You took your hat off, bringing your mask under your chin.
“Hello, darling,” he walked up to you, his eyes glued to your face. Stepping in front of you, he brought his free hand up to your face and tucked a hair behind your ear. “You look… as beautiful as last time,”
A sound of laughter bubbled up your throat, leaning into his hand. Choso held your hand, guiding you to the usual spot you guys would sit in that faced the moonlight. Ever since finding out about the opportunity of meeting you secretly, Choso had cleaned up a spot that the moonlight focused on, adding a carpet there and occasionally, candles. It was a spot where you two could lean against the wall, cuddling each other and forgetting the world really existed.
“A movie?” Choso asked softly.
“Yeah! I watched one with a friend today!”
Choso laughed, watching as you used your whole body to reenact the scenes and the story–he thought it was enchanting
“You think… we could watch a movie someday?” he asked sincerely, his gaze on you.
You sighed, squeezing his hand softly and leaning back onto him. “...Someday, Choso.” “You think that day will come?” He whispered, his tone vulnerable.
“One day, Choso. I’ll take you everywhere–the park, the mall, amusement parks–oh! We could go to festivals! Tokyo holds them all the time,” you chuckled, hoping to shift his mood into a more cheerful one. Your smile only got wider when you saw his cheeks rising at the grin painted across his face.
“And our wedding?” He teased, bringing your hand up and kissing the back of it.
“I already have plans,” you nuzzled your nose against his, a second of silence passing before you guys erupted in laughter.
It was an endearing sight. You two laughing at each other's shenanigans, acting like you were two highschoolers on a date–nothing else mattered.
Time eventually caught up, and it was time to leave.
“Next week, same time?” He asked, his voice hopeful even though he already knew your answer.
“Always.”
~~~
“You want me to… what?”
Yaga raised an eyebrow at your question, putting his clipboard down and looking at you.
“We can’t afford to keep any Cursed Womb alive. Choso Kamo is a liability, and for all we know, he could be getting even stronger as we speak.”
Clenching your fists, your chest rose up and down in an uneven pattern, and sweat was prickling at the sides of your head.
“But the others are dead? How powerful is Choso alone–,”
“His powers are much stronger due to his cursed energy. There’s no doubt that he’d be giving you guys a hard time on your missions, and we aren’t going to risk it.” His answer was so certain, so sure that you shook. You shook, because none of it was sinking in. Every atom of your body denied it–Choso dying? Because of you?
Yaga noticed your silence, and he sighed. Grabbing his clipboard again and standing up, he spoke.
“If you think the mission’s too much for you, then I can assign it to another student.”
Your head snapped up at him. No–no one else could kill him. No one else should kill Choso–Choso shouldn’t even be killed! Choso was human–you know it. You’d know all of it. How he made you feel more human than the jujutsu society ever had, that he’d shared your feelings and troubles and love and affection–
But, if you didn’t take it, then someone else would. If you didn’t kill him, he’d die anyway. If he didn’t die by your hands… someone’s bound to give him a painful death. Someone else is going to cause him harm in his last moments. And you’d miss it all.
The thought of it made your head throb. Your pulse raced enough for you to hear it in your ears. You were anxious about him getting hurt–being shown no mercy before his death when it was all he deserved. Mercy.
“I… I’ll take it.”
This way, you can ensure he has a quick, painless death.
Yaga hummed, nodding in satisfaction. “Very well then, the deadline is next week.”
~~~
This mission was easy. Physically. And you hated it. You hated it because it was as easy as depending on your love for each other to meet with him and only take advantage of it. You came here early this time, wanting to be the first one to see Choso… and the last time you would.
“Hey,” he arrived, beaming. And the sight hurt. Tonight, you had to carry his blood. A rope in your chest tightened, and your breath staggered.
“I… got you something. You like roses, right?” He revealed a rose from behind his back, holding it out to you both proudly and timidly.
Your eyes went wide. The crimson rose would soon be the color spreading throughout Choso’s fabric, because of you. Taking the rose felt like a lie. Rejecting it would betray you. Choso always did small and cute things like this. For you.
Choso noticed your intense gaze at the rose, as if you’d just seen something you shouldn’t have. Your uncharacteristic mannerisms–hands shaking, frozen in spot, completely mute–it worried him.
“Hey, are you okay? You’re not usually this quiet… Did you have a rough mission?”
A rough mission? You almost scoffed, but when he brought his hand up to your cheek, you hesitated. For a split second, you almost recoiled, backed away. The gentleness of his touch would hurt too much right now. You didn’t mean to, but when your gaze flickered up to Choso’s, his anguished expression only increased your regret.
Choso noticed the weight on your shoulders. He noticed that there was pressure on you, and you couldn’t fight against it. He knew there was something you had to say, or something you had to do… and he knew you couldn’t tell him it. With the way a lump in your throat was forming and causing you to stay silent, he speaks.
“If… there’s anything you need to say or do, do it right now, my love.”
His sweet words combined with his tender actions–it broke you. Tears finally started flooding out, and your voice hiccupped quietly in your throat. Your hesitation said everything–you were shaking, crying–you silently begged him to say something different.
But he was steady. Calm. Almost too calm. Because how could he, who was absolutely ignorant about the situation, not knowing that you were about to end his life, still be so kind as he pulled you into a hug that you so desperately needed? Choso was giving you space to choose–no, space to do it. And you knew you had to, because if you didn’t, it’d end up much worse for him.
“Don’t–no, please–I can’t, Choso–,” you begged the world.
“My love,” he says firmly, not wavering from his point. “I trust you.”
And it felt like your breaking point. It felt like everything inside you snapped–your heart, your tears–and your muscles moved without thought.
Before you knew it, your weapon was buried deep inside of Choso’s stomach. Blood emanated from where the knife was hidden, and Choso collapsed onto you.
“No!” You caught him, his blood slowly dripping from his clothes down to your hands.
The way his eyes went wide broke your heart, and even with your sudden betrayal he was still holding onto you for dear life. How could you? How could you?
Choso still somehow found the courage to chuckle even at a time like this, while blood was dripping from the corners of his lips. “This… wasn’t what I was expecting.”
“No, no! Choso!” You brought him to your chest, begging the universe to go back in time–you’d refuse the mission, refuse to end Choso and run away with him instead–so why’d that only occur now? When he was slowly losing life right in front of you?
“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…” your tears mixed with the blood that was staining his clothes, yet the knife was still in him. Your betrayal was still in him. And it slowly spilled throughout his body–yet his love was still greater.
‘Hey, hey, my love. Listen to me–,”
“No, I’m so sorry–I shouldn’t have done this–I should’ve just–,”
“Y/N.”
You opened your eyes and looked at him through tears. How was he comforting you? When you ended his life? He had dreams, struggles, passions, and someone he loved.
“Yes…?” You whispered, your eyes closing the moment his hand gently brushed your cheek.
“Don’t let them paint you the monster, my love,” he smiled–the one you loved. “I know you chose to save me one last time. I would’ve chosen you out of everyone else to be the one to end me.”
But you were a monster. But you were someone who deserves nothing of his gentle love. Someone who was deemed a murderer–yet all he gave in his last moments was gentle love.
“I love you, my love,” he smiled. “Say it back one last time, yeah?”
You tried your best to scoff, trying to match his eerily lighthearted mood as you kissed his forehead. “I love you too, Choso.”
The two of you closed your eyes, pressing your foreheads together–in hopes for you to give him the life he deserves and the one you don’t. When you felt his hand slip from your cheek, you quickly caught it and tried to savour the last bits of warmth in it, convincing yourself he was just unconscious. You felt the smear of cold blood from the wind–only to remind you that it was his blood.
You were broken. You felt nothing but misery. The air you were breathing, the eyes that you were using to cry tears you felt like you didn’t deserve to let out, how your muscles contracted as you sobbed–it should’ve belonged to Choso. The Choso who never had the chance to live out any of his dreams. The Choso who never had the privileges you had growing up–it should’ve belonged to him. Not you. You felt like you should’ve been the one to take the dagger instead, and even then–you’d still paint yourself the monster. Because now, that’s all you saw of yourself.
a/n
oookay i kNOWWW this was kinda fast paced but i try my best to keep this series under 2k words sooooo it kinda ended up that way... i wish i couldve expanded more on this but oh! well! too! bad! (sobbing) ANYWAYS thisssss lowkey hurt me–i dealt with what felt like ages and ages of writers block and had to force this out of my system and somehow was able to produce something decently satisfying in the end soooo i hope i broke yall :)
(imma be honest w yall tho the original ending was to make the reader end herself in the end too but i thought maybe that’s too much…)
hope you all enjoyed *✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: !!! - ying ☆
BEAST, 2PM, and MBLAQ hanging out (and Mir talking about a “snake”)
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA MARAMA I LOVE YOU SM ASDFGFDAGJFDASGFA!!!?????!!! I WASNT EXPECTING THIS MUCH OF BIG REBLOG AYOOOOO 🥹🥹🥹🥺🥺🥺🥹🥹🥺🥹🤧🤧🤧🤧🤧✨✨❤️❤️❤️❤️🏵️🏵️🏵️🌹🌹🌹
IM SMILING LIKE A LUNATIC EVEN IN THE CLASS NOW JHVDJHAKSGFAGFDHAGAFDAGS
Bon apetit my love, you can eat as mush as you want🤭🤭❤️❤️
Im in your heart now?🥺🥺🥺 (*Screaming, sobbing, smiling like madman and laughing from happiness and screaming again and acting like gremlin and 🥺🥺🥺🥺*) my hands are shaking from happiness lmao dsdhdsjmdasfghsafcgjsv❤️❤️❤️
Yes, i love reading your mind and the only ref for that muscle thingy was horikoshi's drawing and im really happy with the result hihihhi
I mostly used gel pen' copy (bc i wanted to use the brush without watching add so i copied, if anyone wants to do the same now you know the trick :3) and round brush when i had to paint very very light things and bam! She was done🥳🥳
But since i only used round brush while drawing ochako i was a lil bit hesitant about it was looking but after i saw your reblog, im glad i did it like this❤️❣️
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IM GLAD YOU NOTICED!! YES THAT WAS MY INTENTION AGHSDFASHGFAHDJASHISHAHAHAHHAHHIHIHIHHHIHIHI😈😈😈🫠🫠🤭🤭🤭😊😊😇😇😇🥰🥰
I WASNT SURE HOW TO DRAW THE LAND SO I CUT THAT PART AND WASNT SURE IF THAT WAS NOTICEABLE AAAAAAAAAAAA🥺🥺🥺
im losing my mind chat afsdhjafdahgfdahsdfah also i made toga's wing like that bc i wanted to make it noticeable that she cant fly either even if she wasnt rooted to the land🤭🤭🤭
You can be insane about anything as much as you want hehehh <333
Ochako wants to make her fly with herself but thats forbidden, she wants to save her but the cost might be too much hihihihhi
On the other side, himiko is in pain bc of all the things she experienced but after seeing ochako she feels relieved but at the same time, she doesnt want ochako to experience something bad bc of how she wants to save her. She is scared that something bad will happen bc bad things always happens. But even so, she still feels like shes in a dream bc of ochako and wants to confirm if its real or not. Thats why shes reaching for her, if she is real and if she really loves her, she want only one bloody romantic kiss and she will cherish that for the rest of her life. That will be enough for her.
Tbh the background was grayish white and i actually didnt understand if it was transparent or not but then i changed the background color and saw that i didnt even colored their eyes' white part... After that realization i tried to add more details and then decided to make it a lil bit transparent bc it adds something more🤭
to be fuckin honest, i really spent most of the time for her dress and her legs... How did you know-
PINK EYES YES I WANTED TO ADD PINK TO HER EYES WHEN SHES USING HER POWERS🤭
I was really got lazy about doing the background (i actually forgot to do that til the last min💀)
HAHAAHAHAHA IM EVEN MORE GLAD THAT YOU NOTICED THAT TOO, IF YOU LOOK AT IT CAREFULLY YOU CAN SEE HER BROKEN WINGS ARE CUTTING THE LIGHT A LIL BIT EITHER🤭🤭🤭
the fact that you even made an edit for me🥺🥺🥺🥺 im gonna cry-
got inspiration from @marronje 's art and also from these ones
:0
*bites affectionately*
Every teenage girl has a phase when she imagines herself and her crush as transcendent incomprehensible space deities
So why Ochako wouldn't if she actually can
I am.so hard ignoring that I messed up that lyric omfg.
So i was watching Neytirix and,,,
taka??????????
KACE PETERSON
[template made by @hogwartsmysterystory]
IDENTITY
Name: Kace “Kay” Peterson
Gender: Male
Age: 17 (current) / 28 (MA)
Birth Date: 6th September 1972
Species: Human
Blood Status: Half-Blood
Sexuality: Homosexual / Homoromantic
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral (HM) / Neutral Good (MA)
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Nationality: Scottish
Residence: East Linton, Scotland (HM) / Hogsmeade, Scotland (MA)
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I was gonna draw my other ships but I am to lazy.
oh and
A little sketch of Sayaka :)
TYEHEHEHEH LOOK AT KAKARANA
Also she may look like a ghost but that's actually her fire form but i cant blame you either cuz she does look like a ghost lmao
alright, here goes three more people and a small marbles cameo
here we have.. @clownpalette (been meaning to draw something for you for a while, your art is just so cool and pwetty and colorful..)
@kananri in ghost form
and @mattcat being loaf
yes im running out of space, i did not plan this ahead of time so the other doodles are scattered all over so i have no space left
Art by Nathanaël Bronn
