Been Thinking About Appearances And Stuff

have two eggs 🥚🥚

wh,, what does this mean 😰😰

WE MUST FIGHT, BROTHERS

Round 3

i love. .. demon houseband and 2 braincells peak lord 

Digital painting study of The Fallen Angel but Binghe because I’m never not thinking about him

ok but...........NEW AU TIMES!!!!!!!!

AU where Deku's original quirk was the ability to see/talk to/interact with dead people. They found out because a few months after Izuku was diagnosed as being quirkless, the Midoriya and Bakugou households' were having lunch together only for him to greet the Dark-Skinned woman with sharp red eye's just like Auntie Mitzuki standing in the corner smiling at them, with tears slipping down her elderly face.

Not even 30 mins later of Izuku talking to one Jasmine Bakugou, Mitsuki is receiving a phone call and told her mother passed away almost an hour ago.

tears are shed, but the adults know the boy had not been lying for the simple fact he had never seen Mitsuki's mother a day in his life. She had just left not a week ago after her mother had fallen ill, and came back for the sole fact that she knew her mother wanted to be left alone.

this leads to years of Izuku and Katsuki growing up wanting to be the worlds best Detective/Hero duo the world has ever seen, but they never change the fact that Izuku is labled quirkless. this saves his life seeing as he learns the darkest secret he and his best friend will ever know. AU may spit out the best hero's.... but they also train the worlds worst villain's.

Que Dekusquad really being plugs from of the unknown class 1V and Shinso being apart of 1a... Izuku is in GenEd, and finds out after he sees a grape headed boy, and the child tells him he was killed apart of the first exercise from the villains class about 20 years ago, and he's stuck around until his murderers are caught..... Aizawa-Sensei, Midnight-Sensei, Present Mic-Sensei, and a man named Oboro.... or what they WERE known as X-Out, Enchantress, Ear-Splitter, and Thunder-Clap aka Kurogiri

The robes are hanging on for dear life

Boring old werewolf instincts:

Sexual jealousy

Constant aggression

Rigid hierarchy

Must win sports

Homophobia And Sexism Is Normal™

Eat people

Cool new werewolf instincts:

There is no five second rule

Corvids are friends

Hang out as a pack

Karaoke

Gotta pee

There are figures in the mist.

Haven’t you noticed them? They loom at the edges of your vision, perpetually on the edges of sight. They wander as if lost, moaning with their silent mouths, pleading with their wispy hands. But every time you whirl around to get a closer look, they dissolve into the air, only to reappear the second you turn your back.

Do you know what they are?

No one else knows. We know where they come from, we know they’re dangerous, but we don’t know why they follow humans. There are theories of course; some say they’re chasing after the one thing they’ve been given a taste of that was cruelly ripped away from them- a soul; some say they’re hungry and nothing else can satisfy them; some even think they aren’t harmful and their dangerous reputation is simply misunderstandings. I know better.

They come when you look into The Mist. Looking into The Mist is fatal. See, these creatures, they know when someone is looking, and they flock to you the moment they sense the change. Something about them forces you to keep looking - perhaps because there are so many, or because you’ve never seen them in plain sight before - but, nevertheless, you keep looking. And The Mist, it sears itself into the contours of your brain, slinking it’s tendrils inside you through the receptacles of your eyes and through your skull. It wisps and twirls through you as it likes, shifting, shaping itself, and always followed by a soft thickening of the mist inside you. You’re allowed to look away then, because it’s started. The creatures absorb themselves back into the silver shade they came from, and you’re left wondering why they were there in the first place.

You go about your business as normal, but even you can tell you’ve changed. A strange fog rests over your mind, pushing, pressing, but you push back. You can’t be out of action, after all. You have a life with friends and family and a job, and it’s not appropriate to take sick days just because you feel all foggy. The defences of your mind are weakening. The figures don’t follow you any more. Their purpose has been fulfilled. However, it doesn’t stop you from seeing them. You spot them following your children, their friends, their teachers. No longer do they have to hide, but you seem to be the only person they’re not shrinking from. That’s the first symptom.

The second symptom is when you get the urges. This would be once a month or two has passed, and you’ve forgotten about The Mist. It’s made your forget. Nobody can suspect anything, after all. The urges cry into your mind, a constant command for you to return. Return to where? You don’t know. But you want so desperately to return, you feel it echoing within every fibre of your being (or is that the mist within chiming again?). So you start wandering, trying to find your place. You go up to people, hands clasped, telling them you’re lost and you’re trying to get somewhere but you don’t know where. You never find it.

The third symptom is very similar to the second symptom, but it has its differences. For instance, the second symptom hits you in strong, irresistible waves, while the third is like an insidious presence in the foggiest corners of your mind, a susurrus that never pauses for breath. The third symptom tells you to follow, so quietly that your brain takes it as its own and executes this without your noticing it. You start to shadow your coworkers, a strange blankness in your eyes, and when they call your name, you don’t respond. You start to follow your children to school, staring after them without replying when they say they love you. You even follow customers around the shops you frequent, when you should be collecting groceries for the next week. Sometimes, you catch yourself, but you have no memory of what you were doing before. The urge to return is still strong within you, but you don’t realise because it coincides with the need to follow, and so you think your strange feeling has finally disappeared. You call yourself cured, unknowing that the gaps that you are you are growing shorter and shorter.

The fourth symptom is the final step. This is the step that enables The Mist to pull you within its clutches, where you never escape from its strangling embrace. You start to fade. Your coworkers that before would have greeted you every morning, start to ignore you. When you greet them, their eyes slide right over you as if you aren’t there. They see only an empty space. Your children no longer see you, only a monster that used to be their parent. Your eyes mist over, the fog within them finally showing in your physical form through a familiar silver. Your brain becomes yours no more, only belonging to The Mist. Your fingertips fade away, becoming transparent, and your skin turns pasty and grey. Your hair, before a shiny, luscious thing, now has the permanent look of dampness to it. You remember now. You know your true purpose. You serve The Mist. You leave your house, and return to your true home, to become fully incorporeal to those who view you. And you never return.

So, dear reader, beware. There are figures in the mist.

This the image prompt I used!

This is Lungs.

Long story short, I recently got Among Us {as in, a couple of days ago}, and I’m already quite obsessed. In the first game I played with my mates, I set my name to “Lungs” {simply just to be cursed} and instantly fell in love with pink and the egg hat. From that day on, I’ve been using to same name, colour and hat.

But, I’ve heard about these things called “Among Usonas” and people just making Among Us OCs in general which is really exciting. It’s always good to have a highly creative fandom, that from what I’ve seen, isn’t really toxic at all. Makes my little, autistic brain happy when I can engage with an obsession through art. Cough, Ghost fan art. Cough, Will Wood fan art. Cough, OC art.

So this is a little bit about Lungs!

His nickname comes from both his strangeness and how he could be considered the “lungs” of the ship since he’s mostly tasked with clearing things out in O2 and is often the first man on the job when O2 malfunctions. However, he is very much paranoid when fixing the reactor which can make him look suspicious. Speaking of paranoia; Lungs is very much scared of the dark and will rush his way down to electrical if the power shuts off.

About his outfit. Lungs strongly dislikes it when he’s made to wear any other colour. He does not perceive pink as a feminine colour, more of a colour that suits his personality, which is why he becomes pretty frustrated when other crew mates accidentally think he might be a female. When Lungs makes his breakfast, he always ends up flinging a fried egg on his helmet and goes abaout the day wondering why he smells so lovely. He only realises at night when the egg starts to go off. However, when he wakes up, since he has the memory of a goldfish, he will not recall the egg and teh cycle will repeat. In summary, he constantly is egged.

If you haven’t gathered already, Lungs is a little bit stupid. He is often fooled into putting trust into someone, is framed or even frames himself. This gets our little pink spacebean into plenty of dilemmas, despite not being an imposter. But like they say, ignorance is bliss. Lungs, despite being a complete moron, is happy go lucky and a straight up loveable idiot. He has a very fatherly attitude and will protect even the silliest of things, such as the egg he keeps as a friend, convinced that one day it will hatch, despite it being 3D printed. Lungs just loves to make friends with anything and anyone. He’s just happy to be here.

Lungs is a short and lanky gentleman. He’s probably the shortest man on the ship. He doesn’t really mind this, and doesn’t try to compensate for his height by being confident... because he’s not confident at all, but also because he quite likes being small.

So basically he’s cute.

8 page short kids book class project on important/current/difficult topics! Covered the topics of change, sibling relationships and the subject of having a transgender family member (in this case an older brother!)

Was made with trans and non-binary art students!