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decided to post some art here, maybe i’ll post more sometime :o)
this is my sona! just a little teddy bear!
Mina is here! I LOVE making textured/curly hair in gacha SMMM💜💜
Making Mha characters in gacha! Posting Toga and Ochako tmr:3
I drew this while waiting for scouts to start 💪
Why is Tumblr labeling things that I haven't even posted as mature content? It's only a picture of a black and white bookshelf???
I’m so happy with all the love my Silly little guy got 💛. He got so much love that he has now found a special companion to be extra silly with.
Asked my mum which dinosaur to draw and she picked the absolute icon, T-Rex
Halp
i have too many projects going on right now and i can’t find motivation for ANY of them, so i need your help!
what should i do first?
I’ll ask this for a while until i get enough done and enough motivation :p
“Why do you keep looking for the comfort you’ll never receive?”
“It’s the hope that I ever will find it that keeps me going, even if I already know the answer.”
I lobe mst3k
Og images ^^^
Shigaraki x Barista Reader
“Your Number.” (Fluff)
Danm it...
DANM IT!.
it was you again... the same woman who'd always be working in the coffee shop. your usual 9 to 4 shift,Saturdays to Wednesdays to where on Thursday, to Saturday youd do your daily chores, errands or relaxing...
There you were again... and again... every morning handing Tomura his usual Plain coffee with two sugar packets and you could never forget his stirring stick.
Once again in a repeated schedule Tomura would go every morning only during the days when you work at 10 am for his coffee, 9 was too early to see you.. he didn't seem THAT desperate for your attention but later on he had to things... 10... well.. 10 was perfect.
This had been his routine now, to get this coffee and see you behind that counter... the place was nearly always empty when Tomura was there but he didn't mind that at all...
He was here just for you after all...
He'd always have his snarky yet bold attitude towards you... yet you never minded?
He couldn't help to wonder why...did he hate it? Maybe... Maybe not?
Even when he wasn't in his best moods and was acting all cocky and harsh you'd still be nice.
It'd been pissing him off for quite awhile now... his anger with your kindness, your niceness towards his bullshit... you never called him out, never insulted him, never made any bad remarks or said anything rude. Just the same
'good morning!',
'what can I get for you?' bullshit. What did you think of him? Really... Did you even think he was attractive, or cool... or funny? Or was he just like some rude customer you put up with... what the hell were you thinking...?
It was driving him nuts, his mind racing... he just had to know what you were thinking... maybe you thought he was attractive, maybe you even found him attractive and cute, or at the least charming... it's not like he was some hideous creature or anything... his thoughts started to become more and more lewd and intrusive as his eyes slowly traced your body from behind the counter... damn it... His eyes started wandering down your body, thinking about what you looked like underneath your uniform, your skirt and your top and... dammit all-
He began to feel a slight heat rising to his face, quickly covering his reddening cheeks with his hand, scratching his cheek with his long, bitten back nails. This was a bad habit of his when he got nervous.
“Damnit... no no no...” he mumbled, rubbing his fingers over his rough neck, trying to quell the intrusive thoughts that we're growing more and more prominent in his head. He was getting all worked up over a woman just because she was nice to him, and she was attractive... he let out a low, exasperated sigh, his eyes remaining fixated on you the entire time while you prepared his coffee.
He continued to stare at you from where he stood, letting his eyes travel up and down your form, tracing every detail of your figure. He found himself becoming increasingly distracted, trying (and failing) to control his thoughts.
It's all your fault... you were too damn nice, too nice to a person like him, and that was just encouraging the thoughts he was having about you...
His scratching suddenly became more intense as he became more and more agitated... he felt trapped. Trapped in this seemingly endless cycle of infatuation and desire, unable to escape the hold you had over him. He needed to say something, anything, to break the silence between the both of you. Taking a deep breath, he hesitantly looked back up at you, his eyes filled with a mix of frustration and something else he wouldn't admit.
As he continued to stare he couldn't help but to wonder... would you be into him?
He could have sworn you Knew he was a villain. The moment where one day he had accident let down his mask in front if you as you stood in shock but quickly composed yourself to continue on and take his order.
He knew he wasn't the typical ideal type, He was too much of a dick, too standoffish with an attitude that didn't help much at all with making him approachable. He was awkward, he knew that much, his awkwardness could be endearing in some ways... but it would probably be a major turn off for most people.
His thoughts continued to race as he tried to figure you out.
'Fuck it.' Was all that rang in his mind as he subconsciously moved his body towards you.
'wait... wait..! Stop-... stop moving-!' His mind panicked as he stood infront of the counter as you looked up at him with a tilting head of confusion
"Do you need something sir?" You curiously asked
Dammit... he cursed himself, internally facepalming as he realised what he was doing, his eyes darting to the floor in embarrassment.
Why was it so damn hard to just ask... you...
It's was as if something was holding him back, like something inside him was keeping him from spitting it out. He felt pathetic, standing in front of you like a shy teenager with a crush.
As he heard you speak, he suddenly became acutely aware of the way you addressed him.
Sir? Why was it 'sir...' he was only twenty for Christ sake...
He scratched his neck again, trying to hide his reddened cheeks.
"I'd... like your number..." he mumbled, trying to sound as disinterested as possible as he forced himself to look up into your face, his eyes avoiding direct eye contact, instead focusing on the counter.
He knew it was a direct request and maybe a little bit sudden... but it had been gnawing at him for months now and he just... he just couldn't keep it in anymore.
"I'm sorry?" You furrowed your brows in confusion you didn’t hear him through his mumbles, you leaned over the counter to hear him better. He leaned forwards, his hands gripping the edge of the counter as he repeated himself a bit more clearly.
"I asked for your number..."
He was so close, the only thing separating them was the counter top itself. He could smell the faint scent of pertume on you, as well as faint traces of coffee that clung to your clothing and skin.
Number? Like your employee number?….
"Is there a complaint you'd like to do?" You looked up at him with worry. Did your services not satisfy him? Was it a complain?
He let out an annoyed grunt, rolling his eyes at your confusion.
"No, no... there's no complaint... I just..." he paused, his mind running in circles trying to find the words to say.
"I just, I-" he was getting flustered again, his heart racing in his chest as he looked at you. He had come all this way, he was so close to asking... so why did he feel so damn nervous?
Your eyes furrowed deeply as you tried to understand his stuttered words.
He cursed internally, frustrated by his inability to express himself properly. He knew he probably looked like a complete idiot right now, standing there and stammering like an imbecile, but he just couldn't push the words out.
This was so damn frustrating...
He knew what he wanted, he knew what to ask for but his damn mind and mouth just weren't cooperating.
He took a deep breath and tried again.
"just-" he started, still refusing to make eye contact with you. His fingers dug into the edge of the counter as he tried to calm his racing heartbeat.
"Just... give me your number... please..." Please? he thought in disbelief. He rarely used please... hell, he hardly ever said please. But somehow it just slipped out without him realising.
His heart beat faster as he waited for your response, mentally preparing himself for the possibility of rejection...
"M-m-my number?" You stuttered out as your cheeks rose red, as you began to realize he wanted your number. sure you'd get asked for your number not often but time to time by a couple of different men. But during work? With a customer you Knew was a villain? You wanted to decline but danm it you've been crushing on him for what? The longest he's ever came to the shop?
He couldn't help but notice the way your cheeks became flushed, a slight blush spreading across your face. For some reason that made his gut twist in a way he wasn't quite used to...
He leaned a bit further forwards, his eyes darting from the counter, to your face and back again, hoping that his intense look wasn't too off putting.
"Yes... your number..." he repeated, the words leaving his mouth a bit more firmly this time. He was nervous, anxious even, but he was determined to get what he came for.
"O-oh...o-okay um.." you nervously shuffled through the counter to find a pen and paper
He couldn't believe it. You were actually... agreeing? That was unexpected.
He'd thought you'd turn him down, maybe say your weren't interested, or that it was against policy for employees to give out their personal information to customers...
He watched you intently as you searched through the storage underneath the counter, his heart thumping in his chest.
He couldn't stop himself from scratching at his neck again...
"Hurry up..." he mumbled, his impatience growing with every second that passed.
He wanted your number, he needed your number as soon as possible.
He glanced around, noticing how some of the other customers were shooting him weird looks from their seats, probably wondering why he was leaned over the counter so much.
He grumbled under his breath, wishing they would mind there own damn business...
You finally found a pen and ripped an empty recipe paper nervously writing down your number as you bit the inside your your cheek.
He watched as you hastily scribbled your number down, his eyes eagerly following the movement of your hand.
His heart rate was increasing by the second, the anxiousness and anticipation was almost too much for him to handle.
He leaned himself forwards even further, his arms pressing against the counter as he craned his neck to get a better view of the number you were putting down.
Finally, after what felt like a lifetime, you stopped writing, ripping the piece of paper from the recipe book and holding it out to him.
He stared at it for a moment, his eyes fixed on the numbers you had written on it.
This was it. Your number... he could finally have a direct way of communicating with you...
He quickly snatched the piece of paper out of your hand, holding it between his fingers as if it was the most precious thing in the world.
He could feel the excitement building inside of him, his pulse racing as he folded the piece of paper and stuffed it into his pocket.
He looked back up at you, and for a split second, he almost felt like he was on cloud nine. But just as quickly as the feeling came, the reality of what he had just done hit him like a truck.
He'd just gotten the number of a woman he had zero chances of actually getting, and he didn't even know how to talk to women. He was in way over his head already.
He quickly attempted to school his expression, trying to maintain his usual bored and nonchalant expression, not wanting to let on how much this interaction had affected him.
But as he stared at your nervous expression and flushed cheeks, he realised he was failing miserably. He could feel his own face heating up, the tips of his ears feeling warm as the realisation hit him. He cleared his throat, attempting to compose himself before speaking.
"Thanks..." he mumbled, his voice coming out more gruffly than he had intended.
He knew he should probably say something else, anything else, but he was tongue tied.
His mind was racing a mile a minute, trying to think of something to say to make this situation less awkward. He fidgeted with the paper in his pocket, his fingers tracing over the numbers written on it.
"U-um-…T-thank you..." you softly spoke as you looked at his hidden features. Your ears were dusted with a hue of red as you looked up at him with the most loving eyes. He couldn't help but notice the way your eyes softened as you spoke, the look of admiration and affection in your gaze making his heart skip a beat.
He felt a sudden rush of heat to his cheeks, his body reacting involuntarily to your look.
He quickly looked away, desperately trying to hide the effect you were having on him.
"Whatever..." he mumbled, attempting to sound disinterested and unbothered but failing miserably.
He dug his hands into the pockets of his hoodie, his fingers gripping the piece of paper that held your number. He knew he should probably leave now, he had gotten what he came for, after all... but something was stopping him from walking out the door.
He glanced back at you, his gaze lingering on your face for a moment too long before he spoke up again. "I..uh, I should get going..."
"Y-yeah um-" you cleared your throat before continuing
"yea... thank you for...coming,"
He nodded in response, his heart beating a little faster as he realised that this was it, he was actually leaving.
"Yeah, no problem...thanks..for your number ..again." he mumbled, trying to hide the disappointment in his voice.
He started to slowly back away from the counter, his eyes still fixed on you. He didn't want to leave, he wanted to stay here and talk to you, but he knew he couldn't.
"I'll..see you around..." he finally managed to say, giving you one last glance before turning and making his way towards the door.
“Y-yeah..”
As you watched him leave you felt your heart flutter with nervousness... excitement...happiness..., you held on to your chest with quivered lips as you watched him leave.
He pushed the doors open, stepping out into the bustling mall. He could feel his heart beating faster than usual, his mind racing with thoughts of you. He put his hands in his pockets again, his fingers automatically tracing over the piece of paper that had your number.
He could still smell the faint scent of perfume and coffee lingering in his nostrils, a constant reminder of just how close he had been to you.
As he walked through the mall, he couldn't help but feel a sense of disbelief.
He, a villain, had just gotten the number of a cute, innocent worker. He smirked, a small chuckle escaping his lips as he thought about the whole interaction. It was so cliché, so movie-like, he felt like a damn fool. He had acted like a bumbling idiot almost the whole time, stuttering and blushing like a preteen boy with a crush.
He shook his head, trying to snap himself out of his thoughts. But no matter how much he tried, he couldn't forget the way you looked at him.
It replayed over and over in his mind, a never ending loop of your soft eyes and flushed cheeks.
As he continued to walk, he suddenly realised something.He had no idea what to do with your number.Sure, he had it now, but what was he supposed to do with it? Text you? Call you? He wasn't even sure if you'd actually respond.
He cursed under his breath, shoving his hands further into his pockets as he tried to figure out his next move. He considered just throwing the piece of paper away, it would probably save him a lot of trouble in the long run...
But as much as he tried to convince himself, he couldn't bring himself to do it. The thought of letting go of your number, of losing the only direct way he had of communicating with you, was too much for him to bear.
He needed that number, he had to have it. It was like some kind of sick obsession, the need to have this small piece of paper was driving him insane.
He grumbled to himself, frustrated by the conflicting emotions coursing through him. He didn't understand it, he didn't understand why he felt so drawn to you, why he felt this intense desire to have your attention. He had never felt like this before, not for anyone. It was like you had a hold on him, a power over him that he couldn't break free from.
He wasn't even sure if he wanted to break free, that's what worried him. He was becoming too attached to you, too obsessed...
As he continued walking, he suddenly caught sight of his reflection in a store window.
He looked a mess, his hair was sticking up at odd angles, his eyes were wide and dilated, and his cheeks were flushed red.
He quickly looked away, cursing under his breath again. Why did he look so damn flushed? Why was he acting like some love sick fool?
He gritted his teeth, feeling a wave of self loathing wash over him. It was pathetic, it was... embarrassing. He couldn't let anyone know how he was acting, they'd think he was weak, soft. It was bad enough that you had probably noticed his odd behaviour, if anyone else found out he'd never hear the end of it.
He had been walking for what felt like forever, his mind a tangled mess of thoughts and feelings. He was becoming frustrated, irritated at himself for being such a coward.
He had you number, he could text you right now if he wanted to... but he didn't know what to say.
He didn't want to come across as too forceful or inappropriate...
He let out an annoyed sigh, pulling the piece of paper out of his pocket again and staring down at the numbers scrawled on it.
He could feel the paper crumpling under his grip, his fist clenching subconsciously as he looked at it. as he stared down at the paper, reading the numbers over and over again, he knew it was pointless to try and deny it.
He was obsessed with you, completely and utterly obsessed. He couldn't go an hour without thinking about you, wondering what you were doing, if you were thinking about him...
He was a goner, and he knew it.
He pulled his phone out of his pocket, quickly unlocking it placing in your number, opening up the messaging app.
He stared at the screen, watching the cursor blink silently as he tried to gather his thoughts.
What did he say? Should he be direct and straight to the point? Should he try to be casual and charismatic? Should he text you right away or wait until later?
He groaned in frustration, his fingers hovering over the keyboard but unable to type anything.
He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He had to do this, he had to send you a message. It didn't matter what it said, as long as he got the chance to talk to you.
He started a new message, staring at the blinking cursor again.
"Hey" he typed, then immediately deleting it. No, that was too casual. Too generic. He needed something more unique, something that would grab your attention.
He tried again, his fingers moving furiously over the keys.
"Sup?" No, that was too casual. Too dismissive. He didn't want to sound disinterested.
He backspaced again, trying a different approach.
"Hello." No, that was too formal. Too abrupt. It would make him sound like a creep.
He cursed under his breath, struggling to find the right words to say.
He didn't want to come across as too desperate or too casual. He had to find the sweet spot, the perfect message that would get your attention without sounding clingy or creepy.
He tried again, his fingers trembling as he typed.
"Hey, it's me..." he typed, then quickly deleted it. No, that was too vague. That would make you question who he was.
He grumbled to himself, getting more and more frustrated by the second.
He knew he was overthinking this, making a mountain out of a molehill...
But something about you just made his brain turn to mush.
He took another deep breath, trying to steady his nerves.
He had to just bite the bullet and type something, anything. It didn't matter what, as long as it got the conversation started.
He typed quickly, before he had a chance to second guess himself.
‘It's Tomura.’ he wrote, then quickly typed another message.
‘The guy who came into the coffee store earlier.’
'Black hoodie and blueish hair?’ You replied in a instant.
He chuckled at your description, his heart fluttering a bit at the fact that you remembered what he was wearing.
'Yeah, that's me.' he typed, a small, barely noticeable smile gracing his lips.
Confession
Shouta Aizawa x drunk reader
🌙Scenario/Oneshot
"Heyyy cutieee" you tell the man in the bar you’re not sure how drunk you were but sure as hell you were intoxicated with just about anything. The man chuckled and looked at you with a sly smirk. "Well, aren't you a feisty one." he said, clearly enjoying your drunken flirting.
"Yaaa I am" you hiccup leaning in for a kiss on the stranger but someone stops you, Aizawa appeared behind you and grabbed your shoulder, pulling you back towards him.
"That's enough, you're coming with me." he said sternly.
"What where are we goin?" You ask as He wrapped his arm around your waist, leading you out of the bar.
"I'm taking you home. You're too drunk to be here by yourself." His low voice stated it sounded worried but aggressive
"Mhhh do you even know wha I livee?" You laugh,He rolled his eyes and sighed in frustration.
"No, I don't know where you live. That's why I'm taking you to my place. I'm not leaving you alone in this state."
"Mhhh" you give him a hum, He’s practically dragged you out of the bar and into a taxi, making sure you didn't stumble or fall.
"You're such a handful when you're drunk," he murmured as he gave the taxi driver his address.
you start to fall asleep on Aizawa slowly playing with his hands. Aizawa noticed your head slump onto his shoulder as you started to doze off. He smiled softly, enjoying the feeling of your touch as you mindlessly played with his hands.
Aizawa's heart raced as you played with his fingers, your grip on them unyielding. He gulped as you began to kiss his fingers, soft little taps that sent pleasant shivers down his spine. He tried to remain stoic, but the flush on his cheeks betrayed him.
"When are we getting outtt" you whined.
Aizawa tore his gaze from your wandering hand and looked out the taxi window.
"We're almost there." he replied, his voice strained. He wanted to look back at you, to watch your every move, but he forced himself to keep his eyes averted, his willpower being tested. You continue with why you were doing to his fingers giving them multiple kisses Aizawa couldn't help but gasp as your lips touched his fingers, leaving several light kisses along the digits. His heart pounded in his chest, and he felt a mixture of desire and confusion coursing through him.
"You..you're drunk," he stuttered, trying to regain his composure. "
You don't know what you're doing."
"Mhhh", "I know who I want to doo~" you giggle to yourself
Leaving aizawa a blushing mess furiously as your words sent a jolt of electricity through his body. But he forced himself to remember that you were drunk and not in your right mind.
"You don't," he stated firmly, even as his body ached to pull you closer.
"You don't know what you're saying. You're just drunk and talking crazy."
"Waaa I doo!" You exclaim grabbing onto the taxi drivers collar
Aizawa's eyes widened with a mix of disbelief and quickly grabbed your wrist, pulling you away from the taxi driver and back towards him.
"No, you're not," he hissed, his grip on your wrist firm, "You're not going anywhere near any other man tonight. You're coming with me."
"Mhhh nooo" you look at him with sadness
Aizawa's heart ached at the look of sadness in your eyes, but he was resolute. He leaned in close, his grip on your wrist unwavering.
"Yes, you are," he stated firmly, "You're coming with me, and you're not leaving my sight for the rest of the night. You need to sober up and come to your senses….” Quietness filled the car ride untill you spoke up.
"This car is so boring..."
Aizawa rolled his eyes at your statement, but he couldn't help but agree with you. The taxi ride felt like it was taking forever, with the silence and the tension growing between the two of you.
He decided to try and distract you, anything to divert your attention from the boredom and the alcohol coursing through your system.
"Hey, why don't you tell me why you were out drinking tonight? Why were you at some random club anyway?" He question With curiosity.
"Trying to distract myself" you hiccup
Aizawa raised an eyebrow at your response. He could sense that there was something deeper behind your drinking, something you were trying to escape from.
"Distract yourself from what?" he inquired, his voice gentle yet persistent.
"What has you so worked up that you feel the need to drown your sorrows in alcohol?"
"Oh aizawaaa you wouldn't understand” you reply in despair
Aizawa's expression softened at the hint of despair in your voice. He had an inkling that he knew what you were going through, more than you might realize.
"Try me," he said gruffly, shifting closer to you in the cramped taxi. "I may be a jaded teacher, but I'm not completely oblivious to the troubles of life. Whatever it is you're dealing with, I might understand more than you think." he chuckles at his words.
"Uggg fine since you insist, I was distracting myself from love " you snuggle next to him
Aizawa's heart ached as you revealed the source of your turmoil. He had suspected it might be something along those lines, but hearing you confirm it made his chest tighten with emotion. He wrapped his arm around you, allowing you to snuggle closer to him.
"Love, huh?" he murmured, his voice soft.
"It can be a real thorn in the side sometimes, can't it?"
"Yes... it can... and it hurts a lot Aizawa ... it hurts so much..." you start to calm down with tears filling your eyes, Aizawa felt the pain in your words, the raw emotion behind them. He could see the tears welling up in your eyes, and it tugged at his heartstrings.
"I know it hurts," he replied, his voice gentle yet tinged with a hint of sorrow,
"Believe me, I understand. Love isn't always sunshine and rainbows. It can be messy, complicated, and yes, it can hurt like hell."
"I just wish he'd love me too..." you sigh
Aizawa's heart sank further as you voice your wish for reciprocated love. He had a feeling he knew who you were talking about could it be torshino or possibly hizashi?, it weighed heavily on his mind. He tried to maintain a neutral expression as he asked,
"This...this person you're in love with, he doesn't love you back?"
" I'm not sure... but sometimes I just feel he doesn't love me .. I just know it ..."
Aizawa felt the sadness in your voice, the uncertainty and the despair. He knew that feeling of insecurity and doubt all too well.
He pulled you a little closer, his arm tight around you in a comforting gesture.
"Sometimes our own insecurities can cloud our judgment," he said softly, "It's possible he does love you but doesn't know how to express it, or maybe you're misreading the signs."
"He's so handsome ..., he's everything to me, he's someone l'd die for..." you bite your lip holding in the cries, He tried to remain composed, but his voice wavered as he spoke,
"You feel so strongly for him. It's clear he means the world to you..."
"He does ..."
Aizawa nodded slowly, his grip on you tightening ever so slightly. He could hear the depth of your feelings behind those words, the devotion and loyalty you held for this person.
"And does he know how you feel about him?" he asked quietly, his eyes fixed on your solemn expression.
" mhhh no ... I'm afraid ... he'll say no... he's very busy... he's a teacher yk ..." you laugh at the teacher comment Aizawa's heart sank even further at your response, realizing you were talking about a fellow teacher his suspensions could be true he couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness mixed with a flicker of hope. He tried to sound casual as he replied,
"Ah, a teacher huh? Yep, we're a busy bunch, always grading papers and dealing with troublesome students." He chuckles
"Yes he's so cute when he's in his sleeping bag" you giggle and position yourself to say on his lap
Aizawa's breath hitched as you moved to perch on his lap, your words sending a wave of confusion and...dare he say, pleasure through him. He tried to keep a nonchalant expression, his body tensing under your touch.
"Ah, the sleeping bag," he managed to respond, his voice slightly strained. "Yes, that's my preferred napping method in the teacher's lounge."
"Yes he's so cute I love him so much" you try not to doze off his warmth Aizawa's mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. On one hand, he wanted to correct you, to tell you to stop speaking so honestly. But on the other hand, he couldn't deny the pleasure he felt hearing you praise him, even if you possibly mistook him for another teacher. He shifted a little uncomfortable under you, trying to maintain some semblance of composure.
"You... You think he's cute, huh?" he managed to say, his voice slightly hoarse.
" yes so cuteee i love him so much..." as you doze off before whispering his name "shota... mhmhm love you so much..."
Aizawa's heart skipped a beat as you sleepily murmured his name and confessed your love. A mix of shock, disbelief, and something else stirred within him it was him.. you loved him, this causing his chest to tighten as he looked down at you as you dozed off on his lap, your words playing in his mind on repeat. He sat there, conflicted and torn, his feelings a tangled mess.
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spits out Bumblebee doodle for this au
Also if you are wondering where the other glove is… It went missing
So basically about the TFP x LMK AU…
Bumblebee, the scout autobot or sm. Is going to go through the amount of troubles and problems that MK have done throughout the seasons.
which means that Optimus Prime, will have to lie to Bumblebee about being on vacation. So that Bumblebee will have to deal with the problems in season 2.. Surprisingly, Bumblebee will also have to get rid of a con or bot who will be taking the role of the Lady Bone Demon.
oh and there is this one time where MK told his insecurities to a total stranger (Six-Eared Macaque).
“Its like! I wanna be strong and I'm tryna be but its like Monkey King isn't giving me a chance! What if. What if he knows he made a mistake. Chose wrong. Chose the wrong successor.”
-MK
And that last sentence is what the Lady Bone Demon has told him when she met MK. Telling that the Monkey King has chosen the wrong successor and all that..
similar to this scenes:
yeah… So the people who are interested of my sort of au, how we feeling today?
we cooked or am i cooking?? /half joking
Did another art trade yall
Love is a beautiful thing; love is beauty
“I am a stranger learning to worship the strangers around me”
‘You know where to find me’ by Francesca Kritikos
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My family and I have been suffering and going through the hardest days we have ever experienced in our life . Things are very hard to get and and sometimes unattainable.😭😓
Our sufferings and hardship started on the first day of the war when all our possessions were completely destroyed and burned. We have become displaced and homeless , finding ourselves in a small tent in streets with no means of life. We lack every single necessary thing of life; food, water, hygiene essentials, and other necessities have become scarce and rare.
Our life has been tough and harsh all the last time. No cooking gas , nor cooking tools exist . We struggle to prepare a small meal of food.
No bakeries are available. Everything seems hard and unbelievable.😭
This is a part of burying the dead. We also face some problems in the process of buying our dead people as no place is there for the family. Tombs aren't for the number of people living on a small spot of land.
All what we need is to survive the war and be safe. We are trying to secure the daily basic living necessities and this can come true with your contribution and support. Please don't spare this moment of supporting the people in need in Gaza in this tough and dire time. You can help us by either donating however small it is or sharing my posts. Your support makes a big difference for families in need.https://gofund.me/7e428359
Let's try our best!!
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