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🦈 Flip4Flip KiriBaku HCs!💥

title sounds like I’m speaking in code lmao. anyway, I present to u one of my fav pairs w a flip dynamic :3 (wrote this at 3:00 AM sorry if it’s bad lolol)

These are platonic but can be interpreted as romantic? ^___^

💥 ~ Katsuki is a toddler regressor, while Eijirou is a middle regressor. They regress to 4 and 14 respectively, Katsuki a lot more often than Eijirou.

🦈 ~ Eijirou has an oral fixation that gets more prominent when he slips. A lot of the time, he’ll subconsciously chew on water bottle caps or his shirt collar, which Katsuki immediately shuts down with a chew necklace and a scolding for ruining his teeth.

💥 ~ Food is tricky for Katsuki. He’s not necessarily picky but his sensory issues get in the way. This has resulted in Eijirou having to get real creative with his snacks to incorporate healthy foods and even beg Aizawa to let them order takeout on multiple occasions, lest the boy starve.

🦈 ~ Contrarily, food is practically Eijirou’s love language. On the days his regression fog and insecurity won’t let him out of bed, Katsuki will deliver him a fresh, home-cooked meal. Every time, without fail.

💥 ~ It’s not uncommon for Katsuki to go non-verbal when he slips, especially in the presence of authority figures. After unveiling this discovery, Eijirou took it upon himself to make him communication cards. He let Katsuki write some too, which consisted of an ungodly amount of insults and vulgarity.

🦈 ~ Katsuki insists on being the one to re-dye Eijirou’s hair, mostly because it’s the only form of physical affection he can comfortably tolerate and he knows Eijirou melts at it.

💥 ~ When they first decided to be one another’s caretakers, Eijirou bought Katsuki a pair of noise cancelling earmuffs to help with his meltdowns. To his dismay, Katsuki only uses them to pretend he doesn’t hear Eijirou telling him it’s bed time.

🦈 ~ Words of Affirmation vs Acts of Service.

💥 ~ Katsuki has a fascination with insects, especially millipedes. Eijirou deliberately floods him with questions about bugs just to see his face light up at the opportunity to talk about them. His favorite pet name for him is bug.

🦈 ~ Eijirou’s random EBay shark and Katsuki’s IKEA octopus are best friends.

💥 ~ They both keep their gear in Eijirou’s dorm because it’s easier to hide. Eijirou doesn’t have much since his regression doesn’t change his behavior as drastically, mostly just chewelry and a regression journal. Katsuki didn’t allow himself gear out of shame, but Eijirou buys him some in secret and shows him when he’s little.

🦈 ~ Eijirou’s regression is completely involuntary and spaced out. No matter how hard he tries, he just can’t slip if he isn’t negatively triggered. But during bad stress highs, Katsuki treats him as if he’s regressed anyway to calm him down.

💥 ~ Katsuki hates being dependent, so often-times, Eijirou will give him small tasks to do like picking up his toys just to satiate him, even though he doesn’t mind doing it himself.

girlies, are we ready for another disappointing quali?

there is such an inherent rage in being queer. not by choice but because other people’s rage is inflicted upon you. and it’s so hard. and i’m so tired. i work twice as hard to achieve half as much decency, which should not be something i can achieve it should be given freely, and no stupid sticker will ever truly encapsulate the immense rage in me, the anger. if i play by the rules and lay down and take it, i betray myself and my community. if i stand against it, i am demonized and harassed and painted as though that is the natural state of a queer person, instead of the truth: i am a response. i am a response to every injustice that has ever been delivered to me. the whole thing is going to make me scream.

real

one thing that has surprised me in my 1+ years on this hellscape of a site is how most of the jjk fans i have run into are also bsd fans. you guys have no idea how genuinely happy that makes me.

thank you dear fish, i survived the day (⁠ ⁠⚈̥̥̥̥̥́⁠⌢⁠⚈̥̥̥̥̥̀⁠) just gotta prepare for next week now....

i just gotta get through this week

I just finished the fattest art piece work I've ever done, 15 hours and 40 something minutes. Don't underestimate me. I love you guys. I'm writing this in 3 AM and it's almost 4. I have no life.

im a drawhoholic and if you try to push me away from drawing I will communicate with the council of marios❤️❤️❤️ /silly

Good night everyone

(btw I'm making a really fun surprise, expect it somewhere in early April's. And if it's not in early April's, then you'll have to wait. Stupid/j/silly)

Love you guys <33

hi guys no new fics for today im rlly tired and i have a cosplay convention to attend tomorrow lmfao 😭 love u guys tho xx!!

because why can't i?

★ Soul Searching ★ 1

(Oh, look! Another Tang au)

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(TW some descriptions of throwing up, but it's very brief)

Sunlight shines onto Pisgy's early in the afternoon, bathing everything in a warm, cozy light. The sign outside is shown brightly to the busy streets.

The weathering on the door and outside counter gives it a homey look. Everything to the way the windows are opened just enough to let the smell of noodles out, to the chalk announcement board with swoopy letters making its charm.

Inside the hole-in-the-wall restaurant, the sound of bubbling and the flickering lights above add to its atmosphere. The growing pile of to-go orders now shoved to the side so the chef can see the lobby.

Barely anyone is actually sitting in the restaurant. Just the chef in the back, with a green teenager and an older looking man with glasses sitting at the bar.

The chef seems to be fed up with the both of them. "Can't you two do something other than taking up valuable space while I'm working?!"

The man in the glasses just shrugs and smirks at the outburst, continuing to sip some noodles he grabbed from the ever growing to-go pile. "Pisgy, Pisgy, Pisgy. If we were to leave, who would give you such riveting conversation? And besides, we're patiently waiting for Mk to come back."

Pisgy just glares at the man before speaking up louder than the first time. "Mei is waiting for Mk to come back." Pisgy gesture with a wooden spoon to Mei, who's looking at her phone with an unserious expression.

The man with glasses just raises a brow in response. Pisgy sighs heavily before continuing his rant. "And heck, so am I! He's left so many orders here, I could probably afford to fire him if I sold 'em all myself!

"Now what are you even doing? Mooching off of Mk's generosity for free noodles, and just sitting in front of me with a smug look on your face like I'm an idiot, which I'm not! Your so lucky I don't kick you out any time you set foot in here Tang."

Tang just laughs in response, spilling some sauce onto the ground as he readjusts his glasses to look at Pisgy. "Oh please Pisgy, you know you love me~" He said in a jaunty tone, smirk never falling. "If you didn't, I would've been in the hospital by now! Probably with a wooden spoon lodged in my head."

Tang continues to chuckle, with Mei joining in soon after Pisgy stomps off back to the kitchen, grumbling up a storm.

"He's always so grumpy! Maybe he's a bit more ticked today because Mk 'ain't back yet for all those orders." Mei says to Tang absent-mindedly, eyes focused on her screen as she slouches on her stool.

Tang huffed, amused. "Hah, maybe. I just think he has his apron in a twist all the time." He giggles at his own joke before pulling a stained and well-worn book off the counter.

"Journey to the West ", a classic in Tangs' personal opinion. He immeadietly flips the long time annotated pages to a specific bookmark, stopping right on top of a bright red post-it note.

Most of his scribbles were how inaccurate some of the legends were, how the stories were twisted to be seen in a good light for an easier consumption, Tang guesses. It hurt him to see so many people enjoy these fake stories, but at least he knew most of the truth.

However, there were parts that were kept somewhat accurate. Those were the ones Tang liked to reread the most, ones marked with bright red, from the only version available in metrapolis.

1, 2, 3.

4 red post-its fly past his vision as he takes in the legends, smirking at some passages before the next page was turned.

An hour had passed if Tang had to guess. The pile stopped growing after Pisgy gave up on Mk coming back in time. He's now sitting next to Tang on the bar, with Mei sitting at one of the nearby tables, seemingly still scrolling on her phone.

Tang had been working on his fifth bowl of to-go noodles when the ground started to rumble violently. It shook everything in the shop; things like chairs toppled over and loose kitchenware fell to the floor.

Mei screamed as her phone flew out of her hands and onto the table, Pisgy tried to stabilize himself on the counter while swearing up a storm, and Tang held up his bowl so nothing spilled out, one hand on the bowl the other holding on the counter for dear life.

It finally subsides after a couple of seconds, leaving the shop in disarray. "What the heck was that?!" Pisgy shouted as he righted himself back onto a bar stool.

"Ugh, I don't know, piggy. That was definitely stronger than a mega street race or an out-of-control party at the anti-gravity arcade." Mei answered as she sprawled across the table to take back her now cracked phone. She let out a small Aww, man! afterwards.

Tang had been gasping the entire time, seemingly trying to regain lost breath from the mysterious earthquake. "I don't know how *huff* you guys recover *huff* so quickly like that! Phew. It took all my strength just to save these precious noodles!" Tabg held up the bowl as some sort of proof, with half its contents missing.

"Maybe that's just because you're old, Tang." Mei smirked at him. Tang just scoffed after her with Pisgy giving an amused huff in the background.

Tang put his bowl of noodles back onto the counter before bending down to retrieve his book. It had a few noodle stains, but it's been through much worse than that. It isn't that bad.

Just as Tang sat back onto his stool, the restaurant doors burst open with a winded Mk in the middle of them.

"Mk! Where have you been? We've been stacked through the roof with noodles that were ordered ages ago! Our customers have already given ZERO STARS Mk!" Pisgy said, grabbing Mk by the ear and sitting him down across from him at one of the tables.

"Now you better have a good reason for this, or else I'm cutting your pay for a month with full work hours."

Mk seemed to go through a mix of sheepishness, awe, confusion, and shock before he answered in long winded rambles.

"Pisgy, Mei, Tang, the legend of the Demon Bull King is real! The Demon Bull King family took Monkey Kings staff off his prison, which I took in return to defend myself, and now he's probably out there wrecking everything! And now he's probably after me too because I have the staff and all those legends Mr. Tang told me were true, and now I'm freaking out!" Mk finished his ramble by lifting up the red and gold staff in his hand.

The restaurant was silent... before hysterical laughter from Pisgy and Mei filled the restaurant. "Bahahaha! You can't expect me to believe that kid! Those are all just legends!" Mei spoke up. "Hahahahah! Yeah, Mk! Are you sure you didn't get a concusion from that earthquake?"

Mk pouted as he raised the staff once again. "But I'm telling the truth! This is the Monkey Kings staff, and all those legends were true! You at least believe me, right Mr. Tang?"

But Tang didn't answer. He just stared at the staff blankly. His hands dug into the pages of his book until they were wrinkled beyond repair. "Mr. Tang? You okay there?" Mk asked in concern.

"That's... that's Sun Wukongs staff." Tang whispered through short breaths, still staring at the staff.

Mk quickly turned around to Pisgy and Mei. "See? At least someone sensible believed me."

Pisgy scoffed before challenging Mk. "If that really is the Monkey Kings staff, then why don't you show off some of its oH MY-"

But it was too late, as the staff elongated quicker than light and smashed straight through one of Pisgy's tables.

Mk showed them a bright smile. "Haha! See that?! That was freaking monkey power -"

Sounds of scraping metal and something hitting the floor stopped Mk mid sentence. Everybody turned around to face the bar.

Tang was on the floor, shaking violently with laboring breaths between small mumbling. His stool and book strewn to the sides as Tang kept staring at the staff, eyes unseen behind the reflections in his glasses.

Pisgy rushed over quickly, reaching out to shake Tang on the shoulder. "Woah, woah. Tang, are you doing alright there?"

But before Pisgy could even tough Tang's shoulder, his arm was swat away with a surprising amount of force. Pisgy cursed as Tang gasped and mumbled something out in response. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry, Pisgy. I'm sorry, I'm sorry; I just, I was shocked to see Sun- erm, the Monkey Kings staff in person like that, with the implications of the Demon Bull King back out again in out city."

Pisgy just huffed, "You're fine, Tang." Pisgy slowly put his hand around Tang's shoulders, giving them a slight squeeze.

"Thanks, Pisgy. I'll just... I'm gonna need some time for a moment. Go get Sandy; I'm sure he'll have some ideas about this." Tang gave a wobly smile as he slowly stood up.

Pisgy gave a scrutinizing look before seemingly giving up. "Yeah, you're right. He would know what to do." Pisgy turned back to the worried looking Mk and Mei. "Were gonna go meet my friend Sandy. He was THE MOST blood thirsty person I knew before..."

Their voices faded out of the restaurant as Pisgy ushered them out, with Tang left standing in the lobby. He just stood and let his smile drop for a moment. Eyes seemingly glazed over as he slowly walked back to Pisgy's bathroom.

His thoughts became louder and louder as he got closer and closer, collapsing as they started to become akin to stabbing his skull. Tang grits his teeth in pain as he lurches forward. Tears ran down his face along with black liquid out of his mouth, dripping onto the tile. He threw up.

Dark liquid and chunks of what looked like characol flooded into the toilet. He coughed violently before sagging onto the floor, mouth tasting like ash.

Tang takes off his glasses and puts them to the side as he puts the toilet seat down and flushed it. He sat on the toilet seat and forced himself to take deep breaths.

He thinks back to Pisgy, Mei, Mk, and that fucking staff... he hopes they'll be ok.

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Brief episode notes

Oh Trever Herbert I missed you so, your voice is less energetic so I’m sad but still nice to see you

Oh so there’s another group that does similar things hmmm

Not the forced diversity photo shoot

Dude Gwen wasn’t kidding about wanting Lena’s job hot dam

Sam’s trauma speed run lets goooooo

Yeah this isn’t suspicious at all bunch of children with no real supervision hmmm

Dude this guy has the weird bone movement like that guy in the first episode

Huh is this a Jonah variant but instead of replacing eyes he is doing a weird mix of the circus and flesh and it just taking handfuls of skin

But also Sam could it be that they rejected you to protect you

Oh damn this is just like Georgie in a way especially with the skulls

Ha dude just Dropped

Anyone else have multiple art styles? Because I do

Sometimes I wish I could go back to 2019

Mmmm Paint is my childhood 🥰🥰🥰

Today at work there was a dude with a chihuahua in his bag, and it was quite cute (I don’t like chihuahuas usually, they are rat bastards, but this one was fine). I complimented him on his dog, and he said “oh, she usually wakes up when she smells food,” (I’m a caterer), and I—seeing the golden opportunity this was—replied with “me too, man,” and HE DIDN’T EVEN LAUGH. My talents are wasted here.

Every day I become a little more gay by simply being me. But man does it get tiring being the only homosexual in my household...

everytime someone downplays how bad pre-UA bakudeku was an angel loses it's fucking wings

this was gonna be my experience with meds this morning but I think it actually could be used in funnier contexts too

because yeah. I will be using this whenever I commit a stupid also.

I think I am depressed again

I didn't post much in a long time, but I will probably start due to TikTok starting to shadowban my OC's artwork, anyway here is an OC art of my OC Megeran/Armaggedon and her father Jaroslav

Start of chapter three, Sins of the flesh.

Link to Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/1249130358-sins-of-the-flesh-chapter-3-a-brother%27s-love Link to Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38974686/chapters/101269308#workskin --- Dean struggled to keep his eyes open despite the coffee he was sipping on, his head leaning against the window of the impala; usually driving was one of his saving grace’s from the blindfold since the car had been a gift from his father to him, but today was an exception due to his tiredness. Dean listened to the hum of the engine and relaxed in the way the car drove over the road as Sam drove, the radio turned off to pull them both into a comfortable silence.

Neither had questioned the fact that Dean had been on the floor that morning when Sam went to check up on him since he wasn’t up yet; Dean hadn’t said a word as he was roused awake by his little brother, the memories of the night before vague within his mind.

As Baby drove steadily down the highway, her tires gripping the pavement and the leather seat pressed against Dean’s back, Dean found his thoughts drifting back to the mysterious Castiel. His dream from the previous night was still bothering him immensely; he knew his father was not always the most honest of men, and he had experienced nightmares that involved him before, but nothing like this.

Ever since he started praying to the angel, he would get flashes of gold and black in the middle of the dream and be woken up, but never had he had a conversation with them.

He didn’t want to dwell, but something was telling him to dig for more answers; perhaps he would call or visit Bobby soon to see if he knew anything. Dean took another sip of his coffee and grimaced only slightly when he realized that it had gone cold; he placed it down in the cup holder and took in a breath of air, thankful that they were almost to the other town.

There was a sudden crunch under the tire of the impala and Sammy was slamming on the brakes while Dean grasped both the dash and the door with both hands. As the car came to a halt, Dean turned his head towards his brother, jaw still set from the fear. “What the fuck was that?” Dean asked his brother as Sam sighed, falling silent for only a moment before he spoke.

“I don’t know, but I think our tire popped because of it,” Sam murmured and opened his door, leading Dean to join him and walk around the car. Dean leaned against the car as Sam knelt to the ground and examined their car, a heavy groan coming from him as he seemed to shuffle his feet against the gravel for a moment. “What is it, Sammy?” Dean asked as he tilted his head in his brother’s direction, and the way his brother sighed came off eerily loud as the road and surrounding area seemed to be silenced now that they had stopped driving. “It’s a crow; I didn’t even see it on the road, why would it have been there in the first place?” Sammy wondered aloud, and Dean could tell that his smart-ass brother was probably looking at it with fascination like he always did when it came to something strange.

feeling frustrated while being in the closet and living with other people who dont know im trans, having to hide my art so they dont suspect a thing is really exhausting. it prevents me from doing bigger and more explicit paintings :c

(btw my commisions are open so I can save up to start hrt)

To Draw Or Not To Draw....That Is The Question.

I didn't sleep at all last night and I stayed up till 6 in the morning chatting with c.ai, listening to music, and drawing Ace Attorney related schtick cause the summer depression is setting in and I barely leave my room now. Here's some drawings I made 😶

Is nap time?

Please.

To anyone who is able to vote this year, please listen!

I know I haven't been posting much art lately. Sorry about that. I have been having some burn out and my mental health has been shit.

Anyways, I figured I would post what's been on my mind today.

I know many of us who currently live or are born in The States/USA have felt pretty hopeless with everything going on in the country at the moment. Especially because of the whole Biden V Trump shit that has been going on for a long while.

We have felt like that no matter who we vote for it's honestly pointless because either Biden or Trump will win. Well, honestly I would HIGHLY recommend checking out Mrs. Marianne Williamson.

Marianne Williamson is the only person in the Democratic party who has been calling for a ceasefire over in Gaza since the very beginning.

She stated that if she becomes the president she is going to be negoiating with the Ukraine and going to try and do as much as she can to help.

She, if she becomes president, wants to establish a Department of Peace because she believes that we need to better target and discuss peace just as much as we do war.

She wants to fight climate change.

She wants to make healthcare and college universal and free.

She wants to help disabled communities.

She wants to give land back to Indigenous tribes.

She wants to create more gun safety laws.

She wants to make jobs and homes more accessable.

She wants to help protect reproductive rights.

She wants to target mental health and make it more accessable to the people.

She wants to put more POC, LGBTQIA+, and disabled people into our government to be certain that when they are discussing matters that personally target those communities, people who represent those communities can speak their minds on it.

She wants to provide funding over the span of two decades to the black communities for the years of slavery that our country has put them through.

She wants to target poverty and the economy as a whole.

And lots more.

If you'd like to read up on her and what she stands for, you can find that -> here

Please spread this around as much as possible! We need a president who stands with Gaza, the LGBTQIA+ Community, the POC community, the Disabled Community, etc. She is that. She is just aaa. I checked out here site and was not disappointed. You can find her main site -> here

I just wanted to say that there's hope!!!! I know who has my vote this year. Please make sure you vote this year!

(Sorry for typos-)

I might've reblogged this already but I have not been counting in 2025, nor do I wish to

ah, the benefit of tumblr: I can talk about an odd occurrence that's incredlbly specific but nobody will pay attention

Anyways,

So I am an incredibly boring looking person, Brown haired white girl, so in theory I am just a face in the crowd, love that,

Except,

Everyday, I go to school in a signaturely colored winter bunny hat. Why? Its cold af! But it is fucking purple and a novelty item most people only wear once. Nobody else wears that!

So I mind my own dang business, going to school in my hat and a mask, completely unrecognizable as myself until

"oh hey! Good morning Bunny hat girl! "

and in that moment of being nicely shouted at across the walkway, I felt my soul leave my body.

everyday I make a choice, and it's the wrong choice.

we should start an internet trend where instead of writing a counter arguement, we just respond to insults with a disgustingly compressed picture of coleslaw with the caption "get slawed, idiot"

Getting rating bombed on your Audio Fiction podcast for being a guest on another show by a single person over many different accounts is WILD. And so very immature. I just started my show a few months ago and already see in the sparse data I have how much it has impacted growth and discoverability. Kill em with kindness and move on I guess?