Literally I Have So Many Ideas Pls Ask Me About Them

PLEASE SHOW US UR YUME ART!!!!!!!!!!

- hollie-san

@hollie-san JUST BECAUSE OF THIS ASK, I MADE A REF FOR MY FREAK. (this was bound to happen actually but this was just further incentive LOL)

Say hi to Ash! This is basically just how i look irl for the most part tbh minus some tweaks. The goober is shipped with Osomatsu and that's aaabout it (but I have been toying with the idea of shipping with a couple of the other matsus but WHO KNOWS). Still kind of pondering like... i guess story shit?? lore?? I have a vague idea but still Thinkin on it. I've also got some scribbles from a month ago and Ash has less sauce going on visually but it's fffine, they're still cyute

I've got some other ideas i wanna draw of these two together but i keep getting distracted with other things lately, ALAS o(-( i'll lock in at some point soon and doodle some more though hopefully!!

AND as a treat, have the scribble of the goofyass oso i put in the heart locket 🫶

some phobiaverse donnie and leo doodles, + a phobia!leo funny based on a joke spoopy made that i thought was SO funny

ALERT! stupid idiots have been released into the Fallout New Vegas Wastes!

so this post

i gotta know

what IS the constant feed? i've been imagining just something like static and white noise that just drives him crazy, but i gotta know what it actually is

It’s a constant feed of his family being awful to him. It starts pretty mild.

Mikey making a joke that’s less funny, and more hurtful.

Splinter telling Donnie to be useful and fix something.

April telling him she’s through with pretending he doesn’t drive her mad.

Leo blaming Donnie for his tech getting in the way.

Raph furious because it’s Donnie’s fault that one of their brothers got hurt.

And it just repeats with different scenarios, all varying in intensity, until Donnie can’t remember who’s said what and is just left with the knowledge that his entire family hates him. So when Kendra finally shows him this, it’s the final nail in the coffin.

First

Ao3 being down may or may not have just given me the brain worms to make another rottmnt au, where splinter dies right after getting the boys away from draxum...

currently writing, that one I'll share here first :>

Osomatsu san fandom here I come I hope you enjoy this it gets a little self indulgent somewhere in there but yea lesgo

I hate her.

Ichimatsu x reader, fluff? Angst? Background all matsus x reader, she/her pronouns, mention of a back scar

Word count: 454

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You're asleep at the Matsuno's house, something about drinking with Osomatsu the night before. Ichi didn't care to remember. Maybe he didn't want to.

I hate her, he thought, slotting in perfectly right behind you where you were curled up. I hate her, as he wrapped his arms around your warmth. I hate her, as he buried his nose in the scent of your shampoo. I hate her, as his hands traced the waistband of your pants. Your soft skin and fluffy hair and gentle breaths pissed him off.

He especially hated how you allowed yourself to get wrapped up in their filth, because you'd have to leave. Ichimatsu knew that, and his heart twisted up like it would shatter with the tension, and he hated that the most. Why were you torturing him?

Why spend your time with the six scummiest people?

Why give Oso money when you have so little?

Why spend what little time off you have doing things his brothers liked?

Why push yourself until your energy ran so low that, even now, with his horrible aura and cold hands and exploring touch, you didn't wake?

God he couldn't fucking understand you. I hate her.

He froze when you squeaked, hands stilling on your ribcage. He was trash but he didn't dare go too far, because he couldn't lose this just yet. You, he could do without, but not the warmth. He hated how comfy you were.

You turned in his arms, now facing him with your closed eyes and pretty lips. Your hands were so warm against his chest, fingers curled but palm flat on his hoodie. Your back was a perfect expanse of skin beneath his touch, even the scar. It was like you had a seam, like you were literally made to be so perfect and couldn't hide it. I hate her.

He squeezed your sides, eyebrows cross, expression loathing, just until you told him to stop. He wanted to rip you to shreds. "Ichi, cut it out," you grumbled, and he quit. He hated that you knew it was him. Hated that this song and dance happened enough that it was routine. Hated that the others weren't so eager to cherish what they had every second that they had it, even this. Even the rest. He was the one that got to see every expression you made with closed eyes.

You wrapped your arms around him, and his irritation turned into steam, vanishing in the waves of your warmth. He wrapped his arms around you, too, tight but not squeezing. He could feel your breathing slow against his chest. He buried his face in your hair again, taking a deep breath.

Ichi sighed.

I hate her.

Happy Valentines Day lovelies! ♡･:*+.♡♡･:*+.

Saw @saltydoesstuff ‘s post on the turtles having skritches spots and drew something for it

Maybe I drew more and posted it somewhere else (*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)…

My babies🥺🥺🥺💙🧡💙🧡💙🧡

I WILL CRY /POS /J omg thank you so much!!!! They're so cute and I love you art style!

Links to the fanfic and my own art for it are on my masterpost!

This is fanart for the fanfic „Under Streetlight“ on ao3 by @spoopyblues214