have a kitty shinsou pixel art as a treat
boing
every time im out in public i fear a mind reader will hear my thoughts and find out im not just some cool band-tee-wearing teenager and in fact im actually a weird anime kid with the voice of izuku midoriya in my head telling me to buy more figurines
Midoriya, NO
"No one else noticed. But Izuku did. Of course he did, how could he not? He was always watching Katsuki.
Katsuki, who woke up sobbing and screaming for Izuku in the hospital. Katsuki, who spoke far too softly and looked at Izuku with too much tenderness.
Katsuki wasn't the same. Izuku wasn't quite sure who he was, but it sure wasn't Kacchan."
fic concept i may or may not write. been on a writers block.... bkdk x hhsn??
experimenting with clip studio paint
tis a woogly dood.
im beginning to animate! (wish me luck)
Writing is like, type type type, clackity clack clack- and whoops im on social media now