My Self Esteem So Low I Dont Even Think Im Good Enough For My Favorite Fictional Characters

ITS 👏🏼 OKAY 👏🏼 FOR 👏🏼 DUDES 👏🏼 TO 👏🏼 BE 👏🏼SOFT 👏🏼 AND 👏🏼 SQUISHY!

WE 👏🏼 DONT 👏🏼 ALL 👏🏼 LOOK 👏🏼 LIKE 👏🏼 STATUES 👏🏼 OF 👏🏼 GREEK 👏🏼 GODS 👏🏼

You are beautiful and perfect king the way you are!

Hiding bakugo's hearing aid batteries whenever you're pissed off at him. "Oh, you don't wanna listen to me? thats fine listen to nothing then"

i have found another relationship to appreciate

these two big bros

i love love love to imagine how these two started to interact cuz theyre the older brothers in their family and toman. draken, chifuyu, baji, and kazutora all have the "only child syndrome", mikey is the middle child mess, we dont know anything about mucho's life and i think practically everyone ignores him and sanzu. so among the mess they found themselves in, these two created a tight bond no one ever expected.

their contrasting nature works: mitsuya with his polite way of talking, respects everyone unless they give him a reason not to, and generally is a friendly nice guy while smiley has a rough way with his language, disregards anyone who is not worth his time and once you peel back the layers is just as amiable as his twin. yet they share that responsibility of being the big brother, of taking care of their younger sibling/s. they get each other.

i imagine the day the kawata twins were introduced, nahoya and mitsuya locked eyes and nodded cuz they have that "older sibling" vibe to them that only the other one gets. they just went "i feel u, bro" and left mikey and draken to wonder wtf is going on.

they can also telepathically communicate!!! whenever one of them is having a rough time, the other acknowledges it and tries to destress them. nahoya catches mitsuya struggling to be strong and offers him a handkerchief, tells him its okay to cry it out. one day, mitsuya happens to stumble upon one of the kawata twins arguments and gently intervenes, explaining to souya that his brother just wants him to be safe and telling nahoya that he doesnt have to raise his voice and could also explain things in a soft voice because souya is not a three year old anymore.

i also would like to imagine these two eat together and just talk about the hilarious stuff their siblings have done or advice each other on how to get them to sleep quicker or what to give them for their birthdays.

"luna tricked mana into letting her cut her hair yesterday."

"seriously? man, shes got bal-"

"nahoya."

"confidence. shes got the confidence that every girl should have."

mitsuya sighs. "gods know what mom wouldve done to me if she saw half of mana's hair gone."

they just get along with each other and its a mystery to others. their bond became so close that they swore to take care of each others siblings in case something happens to them.

naturally, them being close also meant souya and luna and mana see each other very often. they get together every once in a while and although souya is older than luna and mana, the three of them are a pact and already have inside jokes. oh and hakkai's there too.

"is it wrong—" caleb murmurs, the tip of his thumb gently scraping along the curve of your earlobe as his palm rests flat atop the sheets, beside your head.

you blink up at him, breath coming slow on a silent inhale, heart treading a curious rhythm.

his thighs are warm, caging you in between his tall, solid frame and the soft give of the mattress. the bed creaks as he shifts, leaning in closer.

his breath is hot when it fans across your cheeks, down the slope of your upper lip.

caleb's eyes search your face.

"is it wrong," he starts again, in a rough voice wrapped in gravel as it crawls up his throat and slides slowly down your spine, "that seeing you like this..."

his thumb finds a home in the center of your bottom lip, pressing down so you feel the bite of your teeth. he twists his wrist, fingers curled around a phantom blade.

"...that having you here now, to myself.."

he drags it down a little further, violet eyes watching the way your jaw moves for him.

and then he exhales, unsteady. sharp.

"...it makes me want to ruin you for anyone else."

the edge of his question feels better than it has any right to as it sinks in deep.

and something unfurls inside of you, yawning awake. something that's lain dormant. something that has saliva pooling on the back of your tongue, anticipation stirring in your gut.

your tongue flicks out, sliding along the digit before you take it into your mouth.

and something akin to satisfaction presses itself into the corners of caleb's lips.

man ive gained a new appreciation and admiration for smut writers cuz goddamn is it hard!!! (pun unintended)

like i have been edging my characters for so long because i do not know how to write sexy scenes

i relate too much to bossanova-kun for my own good

Do you ever think you'll stop drawing fanart? No offense it just seems like the kind of thing you're supposed to grow out of. I'm just curious what your plans/goals are since it isn't exactly an art form that people take seriously.

Ah, fanart. Also known as the art that girls make.

Sad, immature girls no one takes seriously. Girls who are taught that it’s shameful to be excited or passionate about anything, that it’s pathetic to gush about what attracts them, that it’s wrong to be a geek, that they should feel embarrassed about having a crush, that they’re not allowed to gaze or stare or wish or desire. Girls who need to grow out of it.

That’s the art you mean, right?

Because in my experience, when grown men make it, nobody calls it fanart. They just call it art. And everyone takes it very seriously.

cant believe im saying this but theres a difference between simping over villains and morally grey characters and whole-heartedly wanting to make ted fucking bundy your husband.

the first thing that popped on my head when i saw this was Hoshi and his horanghae agenda... and lemme tell ya i think kuroo would 100% be on-board with that

im lowkey upset that the meaning of netflix n chill has changed