sleppingtodyeing

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guys, i'm so sorry but i couldn't resist the urge to make more of these...so here i am again spamming in your feed/fyp.

WARNING! it's just a silly post w/ bunch of memes so yeah there may be OOC behaviour. please, don't mind me.

the last one can be a spoiler for ppl who haven't read past chapter 120.

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found some screenshots online -> made more memes

not sure if it's funny enough though.

anyway.

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Is it okay if I tell u that he is soo malewife coded? :3

An au where Lin Ling got hired as Ms. J's assistant

they're here to sell you girl scout cookies

stills:

What I saw in my head for chapter 150

ghost story doodles from the past few months

Kim Sol-eum the MC you are

Reading the creepypasta Isegye web novel

my offerings to the nicecest community

Thought of a random idea for a forsaken lms with basic noob and basic jason called noob vs noob or something lol

Lin Ling, working overtime on Nice commercials with tons of white and gold flashes and sparkles in the dark office at midnight:

(part 2! You guys seem to love this silly idea of mine! This will be primarily told in slice of life snippets. I'll add in new characters (heroes, villains) as their arcs end. That way i can get a feel for their characterization. Then mold them to fit this AU better.)

Lin Ling was able to calm Nice down. Eventually. It took a while. The poor Hero had been bottling up a lot of pain for a very long time. Once it seemed as if he was winding down Ling used one of his abilities as Homemaker. He didn't have a name for it, but he could infuse a mild calming effect into a melody that he hums. He abused that ability liberally when watching children. 

Nice absolutely melted into Ling’s lap at the simple lullaby. He turned boneless. Ling continued petting silky hair.

“Thank you…” the other hero whispered softly.

“You're welcome.” Ling said as he pulled out a travel pack of tissues from his pocket. He wiped the tears from Nice’s face. “There we go. Much better.” He smiled softly once he was cleaned up.

The other hero was looking at him with wide, wonder filled eyes. “I’m Nice. I mean. Hello.” 

Ling was absolutely charmed by the awkward introduction. 

“Lin Ling. I’m also a small-time hero, Homemaker. I’m happy to meet you.” 

Ling, in another world, would have been much more freaked out about everything. In this world, though, his Trust Value made him have a much calmer demeanor. His parents, when he started gaining Trust, had been mildly horrified at the implications of his personality changing to reflect how he was perceived. Ling accepted it, though. Very easily. A calmer personality helped him with his babysitting. In turn that helped him earn money to help his parents. 

“Come on. Let's get down from here. It's getting late and getting colder. You must be hungry and thirsty as well.” Ling was in full Homemaker mode at that moment. He helped Nice to stand up and caught a glance at his wrist and Trust Value. He’d had a huge jump in trust. He calculated and realized he would have gone from rank 500 to 450. His Value was still climbing, too.

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Little did he know, that huge jump gave him a boost to his abilities. He now just radiated a calming presence and Nice was soaking it up. 

The white haired man (in his own mind) needed  to have this amazing fellow hero with him always. Nice needed Lin Ling as much as he needed Wreck. As much as he needed air. He’d never felt so cared for outside of the time he spent with his boyfriend. It was addicting and he was already hopelessly dependent. He started making plans as he flew them to Homemaker’s apartment.

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Local Hero Forum

GigaGirl: omg. Look at them! Homemaker is best boi. Absolute wife/mom material. 

Tutifruti: I love this for them. Nice needs care, too. 

Bunni: i gotta share this with my cousin. She loves Nice. Huge fan of his. She’s gonna freak! 

(Little did they know that said cousin would post the original post to her own social media and cause it to go viral. It soon caught the attention of a certain Hero Manager.)

white streak in my hair but no stress now (i'm so sorry)

MASTERLIST

MAIN SERIES:

Lin Ling's guide to becoming an emotional support civilian [YANDERE EDITION]

(Credit goes to @kiraisrika for the idea)

In this world, Lin Ling can calm people down if they are within arm's length of him. He thought nothing of it until one day he saved the 15th hero, Nice, from suicide.

PART 1:

Lin Ling and Nice meet for the first time. Miss Juan is less than impressed

PART 2:

Lin Ling finally decided on what to do in this whole situation. Nice and he grew closer as a result.

PART 3:

Lin Ling meets the other people in Nice's life. Wreck is less than impressed.

PART 4:

???

REQUESTED HEADCANONS:

[X] x [LIN LING] requested by inviflower and special thanks to cemeterydwd for translating!

One-sided [ENLIGHTENER] x [LIN LING] requested by @kiraisrika

going feral over your nicest art aauuguhkjds tysm for feeding the freaks (me I'm the freaks) I need moooore (respectfully ^_^ )

Hehe thank you^^

I have a bunch of ideas i still haven't done ( ._. ') but my sister gave me one more so tried to do it (and it didn't come out well tbh)

Probably not the type of drawing you were expecting sorry, hope you still like it^^

Sketches

...Cowabummer 💔

If you couldn't tell already he is my new baby girl

Lin Ling :)

GUYS

SERVANT OF EVIL BUT MAKE IT NICE AND LIN LING IN AN AU WHERE NICE TURNS EVIL AND BECOMES A TYRANT BUT THE PEOPLE AND OTHER HEROES ARE REBELLING AND FIGHTING SO HIS TWIN BROTHER LIN LING SWITCH PLACES WITH HIM SO WHEN THEY CAPTURE "NICE" FOR EXECUTION, IT'S ACTUALLY LIN LING

Going off vibes/predictions

I love OG!Nice but he'd hide a body and take the secret to his grave.

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(Part 2) Lin Ling's guide to becoming an emotional support civilian [YANDERE EDITION]

[TO BE HERO X] x [LIN LING] [Part 1 can be found here!]

Context warning: Cursing

Author's note: Finally! I'm finished! This took a hot second, but I hope you guys enjoy this as much as the 1st one!

Once again, thank you @kiraisrika for the idea! [ Also, @izarosf1833, you now owe me your firstborn. I'll be expecting it by mail on Wednesday >: ) ]

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Lin Ling was having one hell of a weird day.

Not a bad day, not a good day. 

Just a weird day. 

Following Miss Juan and her crew into the lobby of Hero’s Tower. (His heart was beating frantically in his chest. He can feel his inner child fist-bumping the air because he’s finally here! After all these years, he’s here-!) He can’t help but try to get out of Nice’s grasp, his white hair tickling his jaw. “Man, can you like” —stop clinging to me like a koala— “not?” No matter how hard he tugged, Nice’s grasp was as hard as steel. 

“Nope!”

And that was that. 

The elevator ride was an equally awkward affair—the only sounds being the dull music, tapping of nails on tablet, and the light breaths of everyone in the elevator. The only one who wasn’t awkward was Nice, but Lin Ling, drunk off of hysteria and exhaustion, suspected that he had taken something and was high off his rocker, if only to make sense of this nonsensical situation. 

Like he knew he had ‘relaxation powers,’ but his number wasn’t nearly high enough for this! Hell, it wasn’t even affecting Miss Juan and the other men who were standing at arm’s length of him! Really, the only thing his powers should be doing is offering the same calming effects as lavender, not acting like…like-like catnip to drug-addicted cats! 

‘Holy shit, I compared Nice to a drug-addicted cat. What is my life?’ 

“We’re here,” Miss Juan announced, breaking him out of his thoughts before they could spiral even further. Stepping out into the apartment, he looks around, and he has to admit.

It sucks. 

Now, when he imagined a superhero’s apartment, and one belonging to the 15th hero at that, he imagined something grand, with white walls lined with gold and classical elements strung around to give it a real luxurious, Victorian feel. But even without those expectations, this is just a sad apartment. What with its barren walls devoid of life, not a single small plant to liven the space, and the less said about the gaudy, grandiose statue in the middle, the better. 

“Do you like it?” Nice ask, turning to look at him. Lin Ling doesn’t know what face he is making, but it must have shown his true feeling as Nice barks out a laugh. “Yeah, me neither.” He perks up. “But! Since you’ll be living here from now on, you can redecorate all you want! No budget! Here, let me give you a tour.” Detaching himself only to immediately grab onto his hand, Nice floats into the sky and begins to tug him when-

“Not so fast.” A hand shot out and grabbed onto Nice’s cape, yanking him back down to the ground. “We don’t have time for house tours. You two are coming with me and are going to sign enough papers to make your hands bleed, do you understand?” All Lin Ling can do is nod. Nice rolls his eyes, but they both dutifully follow Miss Juan as she leads them to the office. 

The office was just as sparsely decorated as the rest of the house, with only two white couches facing each other, a long glass table in between, and bookshelves sandwiching everything together. The only good part was the window wall, letting in enough light that they didn’t need to turn on the lights if they wanted to. 

Sitting stiffly on one couch with Nice and Miss Juan on the other, what ensued was a full hour and a half of back and forth between Nice and Miss Juan that was one blow away from a full-blown fistfight. He also had to sign enough papers to—like she said—make his hands bleed. 

His vision started blurring around the fifth paper, and by the 20th, his eyes were gorilla-glued together. It took all his strength not to faceplant into the stack of papers and sleep away the next year and then some.

“- He will not be joining you in your stunts with Wreck. How many times do I have to tell you before you get it through your thick skull?! “And how many times do I have to tell you that if he’s not joining me, I’m out! Permanently! What? Do you want me to spell it in blood? I’ll do it!” “Oh, for the love of God, you are acting like a child!” “And you’re acting like a bitch!” “You-!”

Okay, that’s it. “Can I go to the bathroom?” He asked quietly and flinched slightly as both snapped their heads at him. “Fine. Be quick.” “I’ll go with you!” They both said simultaneously. Miss Juan intensified her glare at Nice, but he was already getting up from the couch to follow him. 

“Huh? What? No! I- Thank you, but I really don’t want you following me to the bathroom.” Realizing a beat too late that it sounded a tad too rude, he awkwardly tacked on “Besides, you two still need to finish up...whatever you guys were talking about! Don’t worry! I’ll be back in a flash!” 

Nice narrows his eyes, looking like he wants to argue further. After a second and a half of silence, Nice sighs.

“Promise?” Lin Ling nodded in rapid succession, “Promise!”

He jogged out of the office. The door clicks softly behind him. Not looking back, he runs.

He didn’t know where he was headed, and frankly didn’t care. This wasn’t how his day was supposed to turn out. He was supposed to be at work, hunched over his computer as he edited frame by frame, or he was supposed to be in his boss's office, getting yelled at over his promo videos. Or, he was suppose to be at the ledge, looking death in the face before chickening out and going back to his shitty one bedroom apartment to enjoy another cup noodle dinner.

He wasn’t supposed to be here—why was he even still here in the first place? He should just take the elevator down and go back home. Leave this all behind him and—

“Hey! Cheer up!”

The elevator was in sight; just a few more steps to get there. But, even if deaf and blind, he would recognize that voice anywhere. Turning his head, he saw a blimp outside, displaying. 

“....Moon?”

“Being alive means experiencing many challenges, but please, don’t lose faith!”

Moon voices wash over him, and he can’t help but remember the long nights spent at his desk—the only light coming from the bright LED monitor in front of him, burning his eyes with its glow, and how the only thing that kept him going was her encouragement.

Does he want to leave Nice?

Sure, the last few hours were the most overwhelmed he has ever felt and sure, Nice was- well pushy was to put it mildly. But, does he really want to leave? Leave Nice and go back home to no one?  Continue his life like this never happened?

You don’t have a responsibility to Nice.

No, he doesn’t; he knows that. But… Nice’s mental state is clearly in tatters, and if his presence—if his ability—can bring him some peace, then he’ll stay. He may not be a hero, but if he can help one person, then that’ll be enough. 

If Lin Ling can be a hero to one person, that’ll be enough.

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Stepping back into the room (he did genuinely need that bathroom break), he was surprised to find the place as neat as when he first walked in. Honestly, he was expecting a war zone. 

Miss Juan looked like someone had pulled multiple teeth out of her—scowling and rapidly typing something away on her table. Meanwhile, Nice looked like he just caught the canary. His smile was wide, smug, and real. (Looking at it, he can’t help but compare it to all the others he's seen before- plastered on billboards and ads. He never noticed how fake they were before.) “You came back.” Nice tilts his head to look at him, his smile softening. 

Lin Ling tilted his head back at him. Of course he did. “Of course I did,” he answers simply, taking a seat back on the couch. Nice wastes no time in scooting over until their bodies touch. Out of the corner of his eye, he can see Nice’s tense body relaxing, his shoulder slumping, and his perfect posture faltering just a bit. 

“Ehm,” Miss Juan cleared her throat, breaking Lin Ling out of his train of thought. He turns back to her, “We finally managed to draft up a final contract for your—” Wait, what? “Hold on, what were the ten million other papers I signed before for then?” She raises an unimpressed eyebrow. “NDAs, of course. Since you will be living here, you are bound to see other superheroes and their teams. So, you have to sign an NDA for every single one of them.”

“Now this—” She waves a single white paper up in the air before placing it on the table. Nice reaches out to straighten it out while she continues, “—is an offer of employment to join Treeman Corp as Nice’s emotional support civilian. Inside, I have outlined all of the benefits you will receive when you join us.”

Yeah, that makes sense- Hold on. Snatching the paper off the table, his eyes skimmed to- Holy shit, there it is. Written in bold black ink. 

“EMOTIONAL SUPPORT HUMAN!? Why is that the name!?” He stares up incredulously at Miss Juan, only for Nice to reply.

“It fits, no?” He cocks his head as he skims the contract. “Originally she wanted your title and job to be one of a personal assistant, but!” His smile widened, bordering on blinding. “You will not have to lift a single finger as long as you stay by my side! So, we changed it to this!”

“…”

“Do you like it?”

“…Just hand me the pen.”

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Lin Ling was starting to get nervous. 

After signing the contract (He tried getting the name changed to anything- anything else, but, coupled with Nice’s puppy eyes and Miss Juan pointedly looking at the clock, he gave up and just accepted his fate, his embarrassing, embarrassing fate), Miss Juan immediately chaperoned them to True Love Recipe’s studio where they were shoved into the makeup room with what he assumed to be the script and were told to wait for the makeup artist. 

They were told that 30 or so minutes ago at 7:00 pm.

It was now 7:43 pm

The show starts at 8.

Lin Ling was getting anxious, and from the sound of Nice reshuffling every item on the desk and him glancing at his phone every minute, so was he. 

“Shouldn’t the makeup artist be here by now?” Nice looked up, offering a reassuring smile to Lin Ling. “Don’t worry, he’s often late, so this isn’t out of the norm for him.” He gnaws on his lip, glancing at his phone. “Still,” He presses, “It might be a good idea to do your own makeup, Nice. Just in case he’s a no-show.”

Nice hums, “I should." He pauses, "There is a problem, however.” Holding up a finger, he turns to Lin Ling with an almost embarrassed smile, “I don’t know how to do makeup.”

“For real?” “Yes.” He turns back to the assorted makeup, picking up two of the nearest bottles. “It shouldn’t be too hard, though, it’s just blush and cream, right?” Lin Ling couldn’t help but snort, the sound making Nice blush a faint pink. “Here,” Getting up from the couch, he walks over and plucks the two bottles out of his hands. “Sit, I’ll do it for you.” Nice stared at him in shock before immediately slamming himself down into the chair. 

Leaning in close, he can’t help but marvel at how smooth his face is, not an acne scar in sight. This will make his job real easy then. Looking at the makeup supplies on the desk, he picks up a highlight and contour palette along with a big bristle brush. Opening the thing up, he begins to paint.

He should keep the makeup light, he muses to himself as the soft, repetitive motion of blending and smoothing things out lulls him into a trance, just enough so the stage lights won’t wash him out. Stepping back half a step and deeming the contour complete, he picks up a blush to continue the process.

Nice observes him with half-lidded eyes, “You’ve done this before.”

“Mmph,” he nods, carefully applying the blush. “A coworker of mine got really sick and begged me to fill in for them as the makeup artist for some small commercial. Feeling bad, I agreed.” A grimace tugged on his face as he further recalled the memory. “My boss got on my ass about it, though. Assigned me so much work after because ‘-If you have the time to play around with dress-up, you have the time to finish these by Monday!’ God, I had to pull so many all-nighters to finish those.” During his semi-rant, he didn’t notice how Nice’s eyes narrowed into slits, his hands clenching into fists.

“Why didn’t you quit?” 

Lin Ling freezes for half a step, his hand reaching for the gloss. He laughs, “Well, because I liked the job.” He starts, turning around with the gloss in his hands. Bending in closer, he uncaps the lid. “Sure, it wasn’t my dream to work there, and my boss was an absolute grade A asshole, but,” Tilting Nice’s chin up, he began to apply the lip gloss, the stick sliding across Nice’s lips, leaving them shiny and plump. “I always wanted to help, and what’s better than to help out heroes from behind the scenes?”

(He doesn’t mention the fact that his actual want was to be a hero, to punch bad guys and save innocents. He doesn’t mention the fact that when he was a child, he would look up at heroes like Nice and want.) Dammit, a bit of the gloss got onto his skin. Swiping it off with his thumb, he steps back to admire his work and—

Nice’s face was red. Pure tomato red.

Shit “Did I hurt you?" Fuck, fuck, fuck "I am so sorry! What do I do!? Are you allergic to something!? Hold on, let me go find a doctor!” Turning around, he was about to sprint before a hand shot out to stop him.

“...No, I’m fine. You didn’t hurt me.” Turning back around, Nice’s once tomato-red face has calmed to a dusty pink. “Still, shouldn’t you get checked out? I'm sure I can find a doctor before the show starts.” Lin Ling argued. Nice’s mouth opened to retort when-

Miss Juan bursts into the room, tablet in hand. 

“What’s taking so long!?” She demands, “We’re airing in 5! Get your asses on set!” 

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Oh, Lin Ling,

Does he know how much he is affecting him?

How must know. He must know how much he drives Nice mad. 

His heart is still beating uncontrollably in his chest, the touches left by Lin Ling burn on his skin, and the way his face was just a breath away, his cute eyes focusing on him and only him. Oh, how it took all his patience not to pounce on the boy and take him right then and there.

The anger—the absolute fury he felt when Lin Ling began talking about the despicable man who was once his boss took him by surprise. A day ago, he could barely muster the energy to get out of bed, but now? His vision was filled with red and how he wanted to hurt. Hurt all who dared to lay a finger on Lin Ling. Lin Ling’s boss is a dead man on borrowed time because the minute he gets his hands on him—

Perhaps he’ll present his head as a gift to Lin Ling, showing him how deep his devotion goes. Show him that whatever he wants, Nice will provide.

Oh, Lin Ling, you truly are my heart.

Now, if only filming could end right so he can take Lin Ling back home. But alas, he must suffer sitting next to Moon as this new host, what’s-his-name, goes wildly off script, rambling about one thing or another. Really, the only thing stopping him from killing the guy was Lin Ling.

Lin Ling, who is standing behind the host. Far away from him so the camera can’t see, but close enough that Nice can see all the intricate details on his pretty little face. Nice smiles.  

Ah, what a good day. 

Ehh random thing ehh

what if you were SOME GUY and the first time you meet a famous superhero is when he KILLS HIMSELF and then you get KIDNAPPED and told you have to ADOPT HIS IDENTITY and your new girlfriend HATES YOU and your new arch nemesis is GAY and tries to KILL YOU because you’re not his REAL BOYFRIEND who he ALSO WANTS TO KILL

…. I PRESENT GIRLDAD SILENT SALT W STAR SWIRL AS LORE OR WELL SOME PART OF LORE

I hate drawing armor so I improvised-

*cracks elbow*

Finished the revamped caretakers! The holiday toons and Yatta (and the easter toons ig) will come in soon ^^

Design changes yap below

Nothing really changed for Boxten tbh- besides the colors. I kinda realized how his colors feels a bit eye-bleeding so I tried to tone it down to at least make it so it is a bit pleasing to the eyes ^^ gave him eyebags cuz the poor boy is sleep deprived- fingerless gloves and made his hands look puppet-like oh and since I draw the crack near his eye a lot; I made his left eye going a bit blind

Poppy got a whole makeover holy shit- but yeah, I actually didn't like how I drew her design so I completely redid her! A cloak since she needs to get around without being spotted, more patches on the face, changed her hairstyle, yellow sleeves and have the split in the middle instead of the sides, double strapped bags, eyeshadow✨ and have it so she has the veemote to instantly complete machines and get out of floors quicker

Connie got a new cut chat‼️ eyeshadow ofc :3, a bow on her hat from her wife, jacket she stole from Dandy's closet, necklace she got from Looey and a recorder strapped to her to record videos for some reason- ask poppy that

Like Poppy, Looey got a whole makeover- gave him a jester hat, the tips of the hat has Yatta's confetti thingies, CLOWN NOSE‼️, a charm from Connie on the hat too, small cloak to help Poppy with supply runs whenever, long gloves and patches on the tail

Primeros dibujos de la cuenta >:D

he's chronically ill guys

(fun fact; the 'bad sanses' gave him that soup, but a combination of swap just learning to cook and multiversal travel (and sans's shaky hands) made it spill a lot)