He Needed It (part 1)

(7/15) happy birthday midoriya boy…. i haven’t been keeping up with your series i wonder if you’ve been breaking ur bones less

🚫(NO reprint/NO repost please)🚫

may i offer you

a cup of warm boy

”What We’ve Become”

Mondays be like…

It was hard to believe that this house had once been bustling with activity and life, the now decaying walls once having been littered with memories of the past. Sitting in what use to be a glass sun room, you peered around silently at the decay, nature having long since begun to overtake what ever it could, forcing it’s way between glass and rusted metal.

Seeing the evidence of the time that had passed, only made your condition even clearer, a heavy weight forming within your chest at the reminder. Those who had known you had long since passed on, though you couldn’t help but wonder just what they would think if they could see you now.

Nothing had changed about you since that day so long ago, your features remaining forever frozen at the age that the accident had happened. You wondered how everyone had reacted, how they must have felt after your apparent death.

There hadn’t even been a body to bury, though enough blood had been spilt that your death would have been unquestioned. 

Despite the years that had passed, you still didn’t know what had made you like this, nor did anyone else. You’d met many beings since that day, demons, witches, even a couple of reapers. Though every single one had somehow been able to sense your unnatural state, none had been able to understand it, nor offer you any answers to the things you didn’t know.

It was frustrating, but after all this time you had finally decided to just let it be. 

It was agonising knowing that those you loved were long gone, that anyone you chose to let into your life from now on would also one day leave you. But worst of all, was knowing that you would never get the chance to say goodbye to the one who meant the most to you. 

It was why you had finally come back here after all this time, some part of you unable to let go until you finally got to say goodbye, even if only to a silent grave.

Unfortunately, until you could locate where that was, you couldn’t really do much about it. It didn’t help that they had never even told you their real name, even after all the years the two of you had spent drawing closer to each other. You hoped they had ended up having a happy life at least. A life filled with love, even if you couldn’t be there to give it to them yourself.

Perhaps visiting that old funeral parlour of theirs, would grant you some answers….. if it was even still around now that they had passed.

Woo!! The first comic for my Bnha x poke series! ( This took way too long to color, I’m not sure if the next ones are going to be in full color or not oof )

Bakugou: people always ask me 'Bakugou, how do you balance school and hero work so well?'

Bakugou: and i always tell them the same thing

Bakugou: how dare you fucking speak to me

Kaminari to Bakugou: your inability to learn complicated handshakes is tearing the gang apart

Your eyes were straining as you stared down your opponent, but you refused to give in, not this time. Not even the sound of your roommate getting home, could deter you from your goal. You. Would. Win!

As soon as your roommate saw you, they groaned loudly and rolled their eyes. Dropping their things on the ground heavily, they stomped past you, smacking you in the face with a pillow as they went, and ruining your staring contest. Squawking indignantly, you flailed as you fell over, quickly pushing yourself back upright and hurling the offending pillow at your roommates retreating back.

“I almost fucking won that time you glittery turd!”

You could almost hear the roll of their eyes as your roommate called back irritably.

“It’s a fucking figurine! Get over it! It can’t do shit!”

Grumbling you turned back towards the figurine, scowling intensely at it as you flipped it the bird. 

“Next time you little shit” You grumbled, rubbing at your stinging eyes.

Silently, the figurines smirk widened.

Drew these last year for a cooking zine that fell through. Probably give them some updates/redraws at some point but I’ll post them here anyways. Had a lot of fun making these! There’s (assuming I can still count properly) 100 chars between the 3 pics