There Is So Much More I Could Say About This, But There Is Not Enough Room. Remember To Check With Reality

JONATHAN SIMS

Damn traditional art from me - about moon knight shit

That ol’ chart of mine makes the rounds online periodically and it drives me crazy because it’s frankly not very good. So, I finally got around to remaking it.

I doubt this will get anywhere near as popular, but I wanted to make it.

Good reference for animation, comics, and for visualizing phonetics!

This is so amazing thank you for writing this !!!!

Could you do a reader insert for Bakugo where he helps you get through a really bad nightmare or find out people have been bullying you and helps you by fighting them off

˚ ༘✶ ⋆｡˚ ⁀➷ Bakugo x Bullied/Insecure Reader! (｡ŏ﹏ŏ) [fluff]

₊˚✩ warnings: swearing, mentions of bullying, negative thoughts

₊˚✩ word count: 2,801

After what felt like one of the longest days of your life, you were finally in your last period class, fidgeting around as you miserably awaited the bell to dismiss you. All you wanted were a few minutes of peace, but, unfortunately, all you heard were distant whispers from everyone in class murmuring rumors about you as you waited. The pressure you felt from everyone eyeing you like prey suffocated you. You wouldn’t dare look up from your desk, even after the bell rang. Instead, you waited for everyone else to exit first, hoping to avoid interaction at all costs. Even so, one of the boys next to you half opens his bottled water, flicking the cap at your head. While you tried to shake it off, he then proceeded to casually spill what was left onto your desk, ruining your class’s entire day of work as he passed by. “Be grateful I didn’t use my quirk on you this time,” he smirks, laughing with the nearby students.

Enraged, you scramble out of your desk, grabbing one of your wet books and chucking it at that asshole as he walks out. Thankfully missing and slamming it against the wall instead, the last thing they need is another reason to justify beating you to a pulp. “Y/N! What is the matter with you?!” Your teacher spat, annoyed with the constant outbursts you have in class. “As if you’d care,” You mumbled under your breath, agitated by how your teacher continuously favored your abusers instead of helping you. Then, walking back over to your desk, you held your bag upside down and shook everything onto the floor. Grabbing the very few personal items you had, you left the rest of the mess for her to deal with, not planning to ever return to that hellish school. “Y/N, get the hell back here!” You ignored your teacher’s furious screams and decided to take whatever punishment you’d get at home.

Every day you’d come home collapsing into your bed. The unholy amount of distress you’d be in for eight whole hours was killing you, making you completely drained. You could barely sit up, worn out after years of no sleep, skipping meals, paranoia, and for what? Nothing. How can eighth-graders be this bitter? The school year had just begun too.

“I’d rather die than go back for a single second! Why don’t you care about what’s happening to me?!” You desperately cried, begging your parents for help once they got home. Rather than trying to stick up for you, they’d always scold you instead, annoyed with the persistent complaints about their child’s behavior. They always took your teacher’s words to heart, becoming convinced it’s you at fault. Your parent’s disappointment was devastating.

People’s opinions of you can be scary, especially when your own flesh and blood leave you in the dust. No matter how much you achieve, one mistake is enough to get you looked down upon, something they’ll use against you forever. It makes you wonder if accomplishing anything is even worth it. Your small handful of achievements only burdened you with self-doubt. You slowly became over-obsessed with trying to be perfect, wanting to desperately please everyone, hoping their unjustified hatred towards you would disappear. It was insufferable, and even then, it still wasn’t enough.

Fed up with the countless nagging teachers from school, your parents finally let you transfer out, deciding to let you travel and turn over a new leaf. After moving from America to Japan, you miraculously got accepted into Yuuei High School and bested their 20% acceptance rate. That in itself is a fantastic feat, but just the tip of the iceberg. Now, it was time to become the greatest hero you could be!

…Except you may have gotten a little distracted. Thankfully, the boy you spent all this time romancing was very stern about staying on top of things. So here you currently are spending lunch at a small café with your absolute brute of a boyfriend, Bakugo Katsuki, tutoring him for your next English exam. When Present Mic had announced the upcoming test, everyone had begged you to help them, quickly surrounding your desk with pleas. But he immediately snatched you from the crowd, knowing he could finally score higher than you and everyone else.

You stood up, looming over Bakugo, watching him messily scribble away in his notebook. “You’ve practically nailed everything, but you mixed up you’re “there’s” again,” you spoke, struggling to point out and mark the error with your pen as he kept slapping it away. “Don’t you have your own shit to take care of? Stop harassing me midsentence!” He fumes, agitated by all the tiny red marks on his paper. Chattering customers nearby became concerned by his vulgarity. “Don’t get so worked up,” you giggle, sitting back down on your dark wood seat in front of him.

Your phone suddenly buzzed against the table; Uraraka’s text lit up the screen. It shows off the slightly blurred selfie you and Bakugo took on an arcade date that you have as your wallpaper. It’s him pridefully showing off the prize he won you from the claw machine since it took a million tries to win.

[ Ocha (♥ó㉨ò)ﾉ♡ ] 

4:26 pm

Hey Y/N!! How’s the date going :D?

You attempt to sneak a picture of Bakugo, but he angrily looks into the camera right as you take it. The accidental flash of the camera exposes you further. “Uhh, nothing suspicious to see here!” you sweatdrop, not bothering to try and play it off. You look at the image, nodding in approval before sending it her way. “Nice.” He clicks his tongue in defeat, knowing he’s too busy to argue.

[ Ocha (♥ó㉨ò)ﾉ♡ ]

4:28 pm

[image attached]

Pretty great!

...Y/N-chan

Ochaco-chan..?

What did you do?

What do you mean???

He looks like he wants to kill you

Actually-

No

He IS going to kill you

Lmaooo

What a nice looking boyfriend you have there O__o

Glad we agree!

It took everything in you not to burst out laughing. Placing your phone back down, you take a delicate bite out of one of your many sugary sweet pastries that were scattered across the table. You sit back, thinking to yourself for a moment, only to realize you don’t even know when the test is. Forgetting an exam date for the subject you’re best at is only natural after all. “Hmm, when are we taking this again?” “Next week,” Bakugo grumbles, aggressively filling the blank pages with practice sentences. You nearly choked on your food as you were scarfing it down. His intense study regimens completely threw you off. “Seriously?! You made me think it was like, tomorrow. We have five whole days, dude! So calm down,” You chuckle at his overly serious attitude. “How am I supposed to do better than you if I study last minute, huh?! Now shut up and stop tryna sabotage me!” He huffs, accidentally crumpling his paper from frustration.

Not wanting to be rude, you stayed off your phone while waiting for him to finish, unintentionally zoning out when looking out the window. As much as you enjoyed being here with him, you couldn’t ignore the lingering thoughts that randomly crept up in your mind. ‘Is he annoyed that he has to be here with me? Wait, that’s a stupid question; of course he’s not. …But what if he is? Maybe I’m not as helpful as I thought,’ You mentally sigh, wishing you didn’t second guess everything. Back in America, your classmates would belittle every word you’d say. But even with all those dreadful people being far, far, away from you, you can still hear their voices in your head constantly torturing you.

“Oi,” Suddenly, you felt something hardly tap against your forehead. You softly gasp, looking up at Bakugo, who flicked you to grab your attention. “Where the hell did you go?” he interrogates, having called your name a few times and getting no response. “Oh, sorry, sorry! My stomach started hurting,” You lie, not knowing what else to say. Bakugo slightly shakes his head and scoffs at your answer. “That’s what you get for ordering so many desserts, sweet cheeks.” “Haha, yeah,” Forcing a grin, you nervously fiddle with your coffee mug.

‘Why did I have to order so much? He probably thinks I’m a pig--What the hell am I thinking?!’ You abruptly start chugging your warm drink, desperate to slap yourself back to reality. Slamming your mug down, you exhale deeply, wondering, ‘When is this psychological warfare going to end?’ Bakugo sat there, just silently eyeing you the entire time. The awkwardly quiet atmosphere made you frantically search for a new conversation topic. “Oh, uhm- So… Are you done?” You guessed, catching a glimpse of his wordy paper. Bakugo slides his notebook across the table and over to you. “Check the circled parts,” He firmly instructed. “Alright,” Carefully leaning down and looking over his writing, you mutter the words to yourself.

“We’re visiting the beach next weekend; (you) should try coming too.”

“We’ll (look) into the problem and contact you when we have more information.”

“The doctor quickly approached us, informing us that they’re (constipated).”

Your brows furrow at the circled English words in front of you. “...Wow, uh, aren’t you romantic?” You falter, not knowing what to expect. Bakugo scowls at your reaction. “It was supposed to make you laugh, dumbass. What’s going on with you?” You and Bakugo have dated for just a few months until this point, but he’s already picked up on all your nervous mannerisms. He instantly caught on after you spaced out. There was no hiding anything from him; your facades were always seen right through. Bakugo hates when you keep everything bottled up, wishing you wouldn’t carry your burdens alone, but you couldn’t help but worry he’d look down on you. “I’m sorry,” you sigh, avoiding eye contact.

‘How the hell do I start this conversation?’ You thought as you repeatedly tapped your fingers against the table, worried you might come off as a cry baby or something. “I’m just--I’m worried that I’m the last person you should be dating...” Bakugo isn’t the greatest when comforting people; he merely responded with a confused “Hah?” “All of my old classmates made my life a living hell; I know it’s all solely because I didn’t bother trying to be douchebags like them, but a part of me is convinced I must’ve done something to deserve it.” You violently shivered from nervousness, not being able to contain your racing heart.

“They’d literally spend all their time insulting me, ruining my things, or trying to get me into trouble. Like... You don’t do that unless the person really sucks,” You continued, not being able to wrap your head around your old classmate’s aggression. “Tch, don’t be stupid; you don’t go out of your way to constantly pull that shit unless you don’t have a single better thing to do. But, God, don’t you understand how obsessed you have to be? They practically dedicated their life to just following you around. Sounds like fan behavior to me,” Bakugo confidently spoke without hesitation, reaching over to grasp both of your hands. “I can’t even begin to imagine how jealous those no-lifers must’ve been of you, Y/N. If you’re just walking around tryna live your life while those idiots were constantly breathing down your neck, who’s the real problem here?!” His temper was slowly starting to get the better of him; boy, was he ready to break someone’s neck.

“Pfft, that’s easy for you say, “Mr. I’m gonna be number one,” you’re amazing, Katsuki. Your psychotic tendencies aside-” “Die.” Bakugo hissed, talking over you. “You have such high grades, an incredibly powerful quirk, and never let anyone get in your way.” You praise, knowing that lots of people look up to him regardless of his nasty attitude. “Damn right!” He grins, raising his head with pride. You nervously play with your hair, trying to not pick at your hands. “I’m so lame in comparison. Am I even worth dating..?” Bakugo balls his hands into fists and slams the table’s surface. “That’s what those bastards want you to think, damn them! I’m in love with who you are, not the idea of you becoming a second me. As long as you’re taking care of yourself, the one person I give a shit about, then you’re already doing great, dumbass.” His gaze was intense; he wanted his words to knock some sense into you. Burying your face into your hands, you squeal over how sweet he’s being. “Awwww-” “Fuck off,” Bakugo groans, bashfully looking away.

“You have to spite those motherfuckers, work on being your best self and start enjoying your damn life, you hear me?!” Bakugo demands, trying to distract you from his blushing face. “Hell yeah!” You cheer, relieved that he didn’t make fun of you. Time had flown by, and the sun started to set. You began packing up your things, not wanting to be late for dinner.

Out of nowhere, you noticed how crusty your upper lip felt. Unlocking your phone and opening the camera, you flip it to the front-facing one. “...No fucking way!” Bakugo curiously looks at your jaw-dropped self. “Katsuki..!” you angrily mumble, staring at him in disbelief. He could not contain himself. The longer you stared, the harder he began to shake. “I’ve had this whip cream-stache for like fifteen god damn minutes! And you said nothing? Nothing?!” You cry, embarrassment burning every inch of your body. “BAHAHAHAHA!” Your realization only made it a million times funnier; Bakugo doubles over as he absolutely lost it. “You dick-head!” You dart your eyes over to your leftovers. Then, grabbing your remaining sponge cake, you throw yourself over the table and smack it into his face. “Hah!.. Oh fuck-” The murderous look in his eyes sent you running for it.

“You’ll never catch me alive, Katsuki!” You yell, sprinting down the road. “Of course not, you little fucker, I’m gonna tear you to shreds!” Bakugo roars from the cafe’s doorway. “You’ll pay for this, god damn it!” Yes, he did stay back and pay for your meals with a face full of frosting. Rushing back to U.A., you quickly hid in your dorm, spending some time thinking about Bakugo’s words. “Be my best self...” You ponder, not exactly sure what you’re aiming for. “Well, whatever that entails, I’m going to make sure those punks never get to my head again.” Smiling to yourself, for once, you felt excited for what was to come.

The next day, you and Bakugo peacefully walked through the halls together, trying to get to your next class. As you rounded the corner, Monoma was found creepily glaring at you both. “Oh for the love of-” He, of course, interrupted your dissatisfaction without hesitation. “Good to see you again, Y/N, Bakugo-” “Get lost, I’m not in the mood,” Bakugo grunts, wanting nothing to do with him. “Oh no, Mr. high and mighty isn’t in the mood to chat. How about you Y/N--yeesh,” Monoma turns to you, suddenly looking at you in disgust.

“Dorm life clearly hasn’t treated you well. What’s it like being so pathetic that they have to babysit your asses 24/7? You’ve clearly put on some weight after sitting around doing nothing all day.” Monoma cackles, trying to get a reaction out of you. Before you could even open your mouth to respond, you hear Kendo performing her signature knock-out move, but on Bakugo instead, he fell with a loud thud. “Sorry! Unfortunately, I have to bring that loser back alive,” Kendo apologizes, noticing that Bakugo was on the verge of actually killing that idiot. His clenched teeth, furrowed brows, and crackling fists were quite the giveaway. “But you can do the honors Y/N!” she happily grins, patiently awaiting your move. “Wait, what?” Before Monoma could run away, you speed behind him, kicking the back of his head down, shoving him into the ground, landing a brutal K.O. “Eat it, you asshole.” “Good hit!” Kendo praises, giving you a thumbs up before dragging his lifeless body away.

Walking over to Bakugo, you kneel down, pulling out your water bottle and flicking some droplets onto his twitching face. He struggled to fully wake up. “...What the-?” “I love you, Katsuki, but you have an unhealthy addiction with trying to kill people on sight.” You sigh, not wanting Kendo to have to karate chop his neck too. As you pull him up off the ground, he squeezes you into a hug. “You think I’m going to leave people who insult you alive? Think again, Y/N.” Bakugo smirks, giving you a quick peck on the cheek.

˚ ༘✶ ⋆｡˚ ⁀➷ thank you so much for giving me my first request @a-smol-ginger :D

₊˚✩ i hope you mind mind me changing the prompt a bit and that you enjoyed it ! hope you’re doing well, have a good rest of your day ! ! !

₊˚✩ for anyone who’s reading this and currently struggling, you’re an amazing person, please try your best to not let others get you down. they’re the ones wasting their energy trying to drag you down with them ! i believe in you, i know you’re going to do great things ! !  your happiness and wellbeing always comes first.

- mocha <3

˚ ༘✶ ⋆｡˚ ⁀➷ thank you for your support (๑´ ³`)ﾉ

₊˚✩ © coldmochaccino2021 - do not repost without permission !

I swear I can spell Kas

Kaz vs Eddie

All my origional art please dont repost without my permision

I may or may not be gay panicking right now because of the show I’m in right now and the actor who plays my characters love interest.

We have a first kiss scene together where we are sitting on a couch and we are getting in the feels and then he just kisses me. Normal love interest for plays things.

For the past 3 weeks they’ve done the same thing to me for the scene which is cup my face and then lightly pull me down by the chin. It was sweet and good and I got used to it.

But tonight

Fucking tonight!

Instead of cupping my face ya know what they do!

They tucked a piece of hair behind my ear like normal lightly cupped my face , but instead of coming down my jaw line

they

fucking

MOVED THEIR HAND TO THE BACK OF MY NECK AND PULLED ME IN !!!! THEY EVEN GRASPED MY HAIR A BIT!!!

How the fuck am I supposed to deal with this I was caught so off guard my brain short circuited I already have a bit of a crush on them wtf am I supposed to do with this shit now!!!

Reblog to make him lose another 200 billion, like to make him lose 1 billion

yall better be just as outraged about this as you were about notre dame

You/reader: this is heaven, pure heaven.

Sukuna: what do you think you’re doing, pest.

You/reader: *nuzzling his massive tits* I’m in heaven, big…soft…tattooed tits that I’ll happily die in.

Sukuna: okay that’s enough out of you *picks you up by the collar of your shirt and puts you in the corner of the room*

You/reader; NO! I will not go to jail for my crimes! On what charges?! Liking big fat juicy tits?! This is blasphemy!

Sukuna: …