Called Myself Indoodled But Didn’t Post Any Doodles. Smh.

Afterlife

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free me.. from this brainrot… au stuff again

this was supposed to be an actual colored sketch, but things didn’t really work out. blood is hard to draw…

Tomura x Female Reader

word count: 1,300+

(You tend to Tomura’s dry, cracked hands and itchy skin while the two of you watch a movie.)

disclaimer/content warning: no warnings apply! just a lil sfw drabble in honor of tomura’s birthday. also reader has a technology/hacking quirk. enjoy!

The light from the television cast the room in a pale glow, muted colors shifting from blue to green and back to blue again as the scene of the movie oscillated between the perspective of the two main characters— the protagonist and antagonist about to come to a head.

Tomura was enraptured, unable to tear his unblinking gaze from the screen as the tense music began to pick up speed, the cuts between the two opposing sides getting faster and faster until they met on the same ground, the final fight about to build to a crescendo.

You, however, were currently focused on something much more important than a dramatic psychological thriller you’d already seen a million times.

Because, being carefully massaged between your soft little hands was one of Tomura’s big, rough palms, the skin cracked and flaking with irritation.

“Tomu…” you murmured, sort of with a concerned, sympathetic coo. “I told you… you don’t need to wait until they’re this bad to come to me. I can do it nightly, I don’t mind.”

All he gave in response was a simple hum and a barely detectable nod. You felt his hand tense slightly in yours as the fight took a turn and the villain got the upper hand. You knew that’s who he was rooting for, though, unfortunately, very few films ended with the bad guys winning in the end.

You continued to work the first layer of lotion into one of his hands, then reached over to grab the other from his lap, giving it the same treatment. It was a thin, lightweight hand cream that, for you, normally did the trick. In the colder months, maybe you would have to reapply it two or three times a day, at most, but for Tomura, you’d gathered every lotion, cream, and salve within your moisturizing arsenal to treat him with.

All it took was one look at his hands to know it was going to be a lengthy process.

“Just tell me if any of it starts to burn or sting,” you instructed him, finishing with his left hand and retaking up the right one where, just as you’d thought, the first layer of lotion had already soaked all the way in and left his hand still feeling dry, albeit slightly less rough. “And if you notice any unusual redness by tomorrow you need to—”

“I know, I know,” he sighed, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. He appreciated your help, truly he did, but he wasn’t used to having someone fuss over him like this. The care you offered was still a foreign thing to him.

He remedied the harsher edges of his voice then by looking over and giving a small grin, chapped lips beseeching of your attention as well. Lightly squeezing your hand in his, he said, “I’ll let you know.”

That seemed to placate you, for the time being at least, and you resumed your work tending to his hands.

“You better…” you muttered with a crooked grin.

Now moving onto the second layer, you flipped open the cap of a thicker, slightly stronger eczema cream. It would help lock the moisture in better than the surface layer that you’d just finished applying. It was your favorite for whenever you, yourself, encountered any stubborn dry patches on your own skin. A few days of this stuff and your ailment would disappear. You figured it would take a few weeks to have even half the effect on Tomura, though, it wasn’t so much the appearance of his skin that concerned you. It was more so how the constant itching sensation affected him.

It was painful, you could tell. It showed in the way he flinched and hissed and scratched himself raw, carving new scars over old ones. It hurt you to watch him hurting, so whatever you could do to help him feel more comfortable in his own skin, you were more than willing to try.

“Ah, man…” you heard Tomura grumble, clicking his tongue in annoyance. “They always let the heroes win. So predicable…”

He turned his attention away from the movie— there was only about ten minutes left now anyway— and instead decided to focus more on you now.

“What’s this one do?” He half-mockingly, half-curiosity inquired, plucking up step three of your six step lotion lineup for the night. He narrowed his eyes as he read the packaging, smirk widening as he asked with a bit of a chuckle, “And what the fuck is colloidal oatmeal?”

You swiped it from his grasp, motioning for him to give you back his hand.

“It helps your skin!” was all you could offer in defense. And then, before he could tease you any further, you said, “Now stop stalling and sit still.”

To humor you, Tomura complied, though the way his entire body relaxed the more you lulled him with the soothing circles you massaged into his hand spoke to just how much he’d needed this. Craved it. He never asked for it himself, but whenever you told him to sit down and let you tend to him, he never tried to argue.

“Y’know, I’ve been trying to do some research,” you eventually admitted, “and I think I might’ve found a few products that could really give you some relief in the long term. They’re pricey but…”

“Well,” Tomura shrugged. “That’s what shoplifting was invented for.”

At that, you gave a gentle chuckle. “Well, some of these things are prescription only…” You shot him a coy glance. “Which is why I’ve also been researching how to commit prescription fraud.”

“Ah,” he replied, perking with sarcasm. “Glad to see your robbery skills are leveling up.”

You let out another laugh, opened the cap to the next ointment. “Forging medical documents might be the boss battle,” you joked.

“Yeah…” he sighed, something in his expression softening then. “But if anyone can beat it, it’s gonna be you.”

You felt yourself warming to his praise. You were his favorite little hacker, after all, your quirk allowing you to enter into any kind of technology— the internet included— and navigate through it as if it were a physical space, your consciousness traveling into the coding and giving you the ability to alter things, to fidget with and rearrange the contents like they were items on a shelf or paintings on a wall.

By now, you were nearing the end of your moisturizing process, a pile of previous lotions, potions, oils, and hand creams collecting on your side of the couch.

“How does it feel?” you asked him. He hadn’t complained about any discomfort, but you still wanted to make sure.

“Mm, pretty good, I think,” he answered. Though, what he really liked most about these exchanges wasn’t necessarily the effect it had on his skin, but rather getting to have your full attention, privately, away from the other members of the League.

He liked how meticulously you tended to his hands, making sure to get every inch from fingertips to wrists.

He liked how you touched him with such gentle care, dare it be compared to love.

“Good,” you smiled, interlocking your fingers with his as soon as you were done. After these sessions, your palms were even softer than they'd been at the start.

You snuggled against his shoulder, resting your head against it even though it was a bit boney. His hand grasped yours just a little tighter, a silent plea for you to stay here, like this, with him, for just a while longer.

“Thank you…” Tomura eventually muttered, sounding halfway to dozing off. You were starting to drift too, so you almost missed it. But once it registered to you you grinned, softly nuzzling against him.

“Anytime,” you murmured.

Anytime.

"Symbol of Fear Reincarnation"

a.k.a.

"Date with Tenko" pt.4

Cacti/succulent hunt date 🌵🌵

I'll edit this with the frame by frame later for better image quality 😩

🎶 Steve Lacy - Dark Red (Instrumental)🎶

shigaraki bf hcs pt 1

he is so chronically online. he def has a reddit account

one time he called you a beta during a fight and then immediately cringed at himself

he loves being called pretty, or pretty boy. he won't admit it but it does things to him to hear his s/o say such nice things about him

he definitely has a thing for thiccer girls cause every incel gamer boy does, come on now. be real. every gamer has a thing for thighs

speaking of thighs, he loves to lay on your lap and play on his switch or sometimes his ds.

he's basically nocturnal

his favorite drink is the ORIGINAL monster energy. like straight up battery acid

he texts like it's 2002. says shit like xD, blep, rawr, :P, etc.

whimpers

loves watching you do your makeup/skincare, and will ask you to do his (your lotion feels nice on his skin)

his hair is so soft but tangles so easily and you have to brush it out cause he'll forget to

once joked about you getting under his desk, (wink wink) and when you did it, he had an anxiety attack cause he didn't believe you actually would

biter. not even sexually, he just bites a lot, probably out of cuteness aggression but maybe he's just weird.

when he realized the two-fingered gloves work to stop his quirk from activating, he held your hand for a full day. like he dragged you everywhere.

so so so clingy and paranoid, needs lots of reassurance

metal head for sure.

has the kitty gaming headphones and isn't even ashamed

little spoon ;-; also one time u scratched his back to help him fall asleep and now you HAVE to scratch his back EVERY NIGHT otherwise he won't fall asleep.

IT'S SO MUCH BETTER THAN I EXPECTED

Ho(e)stage

synopsis: Your captor lets out his feelings...but not really

Cw: Smut, that's it :)

Shigaraki was fucking you nice and hard, just the way the both of you liked it. The sound of skin slapping skin plus the way you sinfully moaned as his hips kept rutting into yours.

It almost took away from the fact that the league had kidnapped you only two days prior, but it didn't really matter right now. Not when his cock was reaching so deep inside of you, farther than any man you've ever been with.

He was so grateful to find a slut with a self regeneration kink, his fingers around your throat, tightening when your moans got too loud. "Shut up. It's almost as if you want everyone to know I'm filling your desperate little cunt up" He grunted out, a smirk forming as he pressed your head deeper into the old mattress.

You were so so close to cumming and Shigaraki knew that, pulling your head back with a forceful grip on your hair, he bit your earlobe harshly. "Only good girls get to cum, not slutty pretend heroes." The villain grinned maliciously at the sound of your pitiful whine.

It was becoming too much for you so you tried to scramble away much to his amusement.

"Hey now, you're the one who's been cumming on my cock for the past hour, don't act like you're not craving more. You'll take whatever I give you and more."

You both knew he was right, no matter how many times you came, your body still wanted more. It turns out that being a hostage isn't too bad.

him

"Too hot"