Idk Why But I Just Thought If It Was Awkward To Draw And Color Nipples Lmao

Light (Todoroki Shouto x Reader)

Pairing: Todoroki Shouto x Reader

Words: 3.5k

Genre: Fluff

Summary: You are persistent in trying to get to know him.

AHHHHHH I’m rereading this again and I hate it so much lol. I wrote this when I was first introduced to the anime early January 2019, so I wasn’t really able to grasp the personalities too well. 

In this fic, the reader is outgoing and cheerful, but she also keeps to herself a lot.

@yuki-osaki ‘cause I said I’ll tag her in everything from now on

PART TWO | PART THREE

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It had taken a while for Todoroki to open up to you. Since day one of your first year of high school, you were always partnered up with him. You two were almost complete opposites, and you remembered how stoic and indifferent he was to everything.

He was very distant and cold.

You knew he had his own reasons because everybody has a backstory that they are reluctant to share. You were patient though and wanted to be friends with him despite him pushing you away at every advance you made.

But you didn’t mind it. Because it was his eyes that made you keep going. Yes, his beautiful heterochromatic eyes that showed something much more than what people generally would see. It was the sadness, the anger, the loneliness. Not too many people had really recognized it because he concealed it so well, besides you and Midoriya. And even so, Midoriya at first still kept his distance from Todoroki just a little because he was kind of intimidated of him. You, however, had been his partner in class since the beginning, so you had lost all of that feeling of intimidation.

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dont have enough people that like me tho. Also havent written in a long time cuz been feeling down latelyyyy

For Writers:

Reblog if it’s okay for your followers to leave you an ask telling you what the one thing is they remember you for as a writer.  Is it a scene or a detail or a specific line? Is it something like style or characterization?  Is it that one weird kink they never thought they’d be into, but oh my god wow self-discovery time?

Part 3 pinkjin uwu 💓

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You know since I’m writing a hyunjin thing. This is nice inspo

not Jewish, just thought it was interesting 

someone explain the jewish holidays to me like i'm 5 years old

Denki Kaminari x Reader

Summary: Kaminari decides to kabedon you for whatever reason

Quirk: can pull stuff to yourself (like Midoriya’s mom but you can do it with any sized object). You have to be completely focused on the object/s but can do it mindlessly after training. If you do it too much or get something too heavy, your arms get sore.

Genre/Warnings: just some fluff

WC: 750

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You sat in class, bored out of your mind. Cementos was droning on about formulas and terminology and yadda yadda yadda snore. You sighed, resting your head in your hand. You heard paper shuffling and glanced back seeing Sero and Kaminari passing notes. You sighed again boredom making your eyelids droop. Lunch could not come any sooner. You stared at the clock, counting down the minutes before dismissal.

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Ringgggg

The bell finally rang, forcing Cementos to dismiss the class. You stood up, stretched, and called to Jiro to walk to lunch. She was unusually smiley on the way there. “Do you know what Kaminari and Sero were passing notes about?” she asked, knowing full well they were talking about you.

“Nope, don’t know, don’t care. Denki was probably just aksing for flirting advice cuz that man cannot score a girl to save his life.”

“Don’t act like you’re not happy about that”

“Why would I be?” 

“’Cause you like him” she smirked 

“No I dont!” I said, my face getting warm and my heart skipping a beat.

“Mhm... sure...” she rolled her eyes as I continued to drage her to the cafeteria.

Throughout the lunch hour she just kept teasing you about your crush, making you more awake and bringing back the energy math sucked out of you. Unbeknownst to you, he was watching you from afar. He sighed dreamily, leaning against Sero, his eyes basically heart shaped.

“Y’know, you could just ask her out” Kirishima commented

“She’s just so out of my league, y’know? She’s so badass and powerful. She even beat Bakugou that one time in training” he replied, remembering the time Bakugou was underestimating you, allowing his distraction to let you pull him to yourself and letting go, throwing him over your shoulder and off the boundary.

“Shut up” Bakugou grumbled and stuffed his face with rice

“She is really nice too though! The worst that can happen is she says no. And knowing her, she’ll make it blunt and won’t embarrass you” Ashido chirped

“Ooooor you could intimidate her and show that you can be badass too” Sero suggested. 

Bakugou and Ashido rolled their eyes, knowing that that’s not how to get a girl. But that went unnoticed as it seems as though a light bulb turned on in Kaminari’s head. “Yeah!” he beamed, “but how?”

“Spar with her” Kirishima suggested

“No, she’ll definitely beat me” Kaminari replied as Kirishima nodded in agreement.

“oh I know! Kabedon her!” Sero said with a smile. Ashido grinned at the thought and Bakugou was visibly interested to see how his energetic friend would fail. The group cheered and started to form the plan. 

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Lunch was coming to an end and you and Jiro stood from your seats, walking back to the classroom. You both were stopped though as Ashido tugged on Jiro’s arm. “Hey I need to talk to Jiro real quick. Go on without her” she said whispering things to Jiro. 

You shrugged and walked back to the classroom on your own and slid the door open. When you walked in you noticed many phone cameras pointed at you. You looked around confused until Kaminari walked up to you. People started snickering and greeted him nervously. “Hi Denki” you said, seeing a bold smirk on his face, making him look even more attractive. He kept walking toward you making you take a few steps back until you backed into a wall. He suddenly slammed his hand to the wall beside your head. Your eyes widened as you got the gist of what was happening. 

“Kaminari” you started, “is this kabedon?” You smirked

He shrugged, a playful smirk still gracing his features. You took note of all the cameras videoing you two. A surge of boldness came over you as you pulled his chin to your hand using your quirk and pressed a quick soft kiss to his lips.

His reaction was priceless. His eyes went wide, almost comically as he turned red, unable to move. A sly smirk rested on your lips as the whole class erupted in yelling and laughter. Many “OOOOOH”s and “AAAHAHAHAHA”s filled the room as you yourself laughed. You slid your palm from his chin to his hair, patting it as you let him mentally prepare for his friends’ teasing. 

“We can go somewhere after class if you want” you asked in a normal voice as he just nodded, still blushing furiously as you walked back to your seat.

Why does that make me cry?

Good Luck

Shigaraki Tomura x Fem! Child! Reader (PLATONIC) | Drabble! Fluff & Angst | Swearing!

Synopsis: You give Shigaraki a gift and he cherishes it up until the end

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You’re four years old, nervously fiddling with something in your hands. Shigaraki watches you out of the corner of his eye, wondering what on earth has you so shy. Your steps are soft as you make your way over to him. You climb onto the couch sliding next to Shigaraki, something clenched in your fist.

“Um, Kuri said you were going on a super important mission tomorrow,” You mumble, “So I made you something, for good luck.”

And then you’re opening your fist, and offering him a bracelet. It’s the ugliest thing that Tomura has ever seen. The string is the nastiest shade of puke green and The beads are garish and neon in color, not at all good for any stealth missions. And the letters on the bracelet are meant to say ‘Good luck’ but the letters are misplaced and instead say, ‘godo lukc.’ And the little bead at the end of the message that is heart shaped? don’t even get Tomura started. 

He loves it. 

“You don’t have to wear it,” You mumble, fiddling with the hem of your shirt. 

“Fuck that,” Tomura grumbles, sliding the bracelet onto his wrist, “I’m never going to take this thing off,”

“You-you like it?” You ask, eyes wide and small smile turning the corners of your lips.

“Best fucking thing on the planet,” Shigaraki assures you.

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Tomura is gathering villains for his attack on UA. And he’s getting really fucking annoyed. All these stupid villains are way too loud, and their chatter is starting to fray on Tomuras thin rope of patience. God, so much chatter. Tomuras hands twitch. His eyes fall to the bracelet around his wrist, lips twitching up. Right, he’s going to keep calm and-

“What the fuck is that thing on your wrist?” One of the villains asks, face scrunched in disgust, “It’s fucking ugly,”

And the rope snaps. 

Tomura whirls on the man, eyes flashing. His voice is deadly as he asks, “What did you just say?” 

The villain flinches, stepping back, before regaining his confidence, “You heard me, only fucking pansies wear shit like that! You keep talking all this big game, but I bet you’re just a weakling,”

Anger swells in Tomura’s chest, hot and heavy. To insult something you made, and insult him as well? He claws at his neck in frustration, and his voice is strained as he says, “Kurogiri…”

The bartender turns his back, “I see nothing,” 

Shigaraki takes that as approval, and he hauls back and punches the man in the face. Tomura feels the satisfactory crunch of the mans nose as he breaks it. The gasp of the other villains fills Tomura with sick pride. As the villain staggers back Tomura kicks him in the gut, the force knocking him to the ground. Tomura bends over and grabs onto the mans face, fingertips digging painfully into his jaw. His pinky hovers dangerously close to the mans skin. 

“Say it again,” Tomura hisses, voice dripping in venom “Insult it again,”

The villain lets out a choked noise from the back of his throat, eyes wide with fear. Tomura smiles, the poison in his expression has a chill settling into the room that he hates. “Nothing to say? I thought I was a weakling?”

Tomura scoffs, and places his pinky on the mans face. And as the man withers away, Tomura only feels cold satisfaction. He snaps his eyes up to the rest of the recruited villains, they flinch back, “Do any of you have any comments?”

They shake their heads and there is a choking blanket of silence that falls over the room. A sick smile curves Tomuras lips. 

Maybe this thing really does have good luck properties after all. 

–Bonus–

Tomura is slumped against the wall. He lets out a weak cough, pain flares form his side, blood leaks from his lips. He reaches into his pocket, carefully removing an old bracelet. As soon as his eyes make contact with the worn thing, his lips curve into a smile. Most of the beads have fallen off, and on the other beads, the paint is completely chipped away. There’s knots all over the string from where Tomura has tied and retied the bracelet. As Tomura inhales his final breaths, he thinks of you. The way your face used to light up when he came home, the soft feeling of your pinky linked with his, and your bright smile. 

He misses your smile.

 It would be comforting to have you here now, instead of dying here, alone and sad. 

“Sorry,” He apologizes, even though he knows you won’t hear it. 

He closes his fist around the bracelet, tipping his head back, warm tears sliding down his cheeks. “I guess your good luck charm ran out today,”

And They Were Roommates

modern!AU - Part One

Part Two ⋆⋆  Part Three

todoroki shouto x female roomate!reader

Synopsis: When you need a roommate, you should have included on a no-boys-allowed policy.

warning: implied smut… making out… ((this is my first time writing like this so be warned))

word count: 2,613

A/N: so this is honestly my first time writing in this type of way, and it wasnt requested, so does this make me a pervert??? i don’t know, anyways this was supposed to be uploaded so long ago but i had a busy day, please forgive me!!!! this story is also one for smut, fluff, and angst

It had been officially two days since your old roommate had moved out on account of her getting married, and while you were happy for her, you were upset about being told about this ceremony the night before the wedding. You were a working individual, you had big dreams that entailed you working with a set income, benefits, and perks, but to obtain that you needed experience. So, at the moment you were working minimum wage jobs that tired you to the bone, and for your roommate to pull out of your decent place without at least a two-week notice left you desperate for a roommate.

So you turned to Craiglist and posted an ad for the spare room, despite the fact the mass majority of people you knew protested; there was absolutely no time to be picky you justified when rent was approaching. Over one hundred people answered your post, most of which were creepy old men, but you had narrowed it down to three individuals who seemed polite through the initial communication. And all were confirmed girls, except one, but again, you weren’t really sure if they were a man or not.

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What about for bnha (any character) a darling that's actually happy to be getting this overwhelming affection and 'protection' like their touchstarved or something?

I decided to go with Bakugo for this if only because he’s the only one I can think of that wouldn’t take full advantage of a willing Darling. It’s nice to give him something to work with every once in a while, too, when I’m not seeing how often I can get away with making him cry.

Title: Protector.

TW: Unhealthy Relationships, Stockholm Syndrome, and Implied Kidnapping. 

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You’d never been much of a provider.

It was a preference, more than anything else. It wasn’t that you were inactive or unmotivated, you just liked to be… stable, for lack of a better term. Stability came with routine, with predictability, even if Katsuki didn’t seem like the type to shower you in either. There were too many factors, in a normal lifestyle. You couldn’t control how much rent would go up or how nice the people you spoke to would be, nor were you eager to try and do so on your own. You’d never had that kind of drive. Not like Katsuki did.

You weren’t made to survive on your own.

Your boyfriend was just the one to make that fact clear.

He was so much bigger than you. Usually, it was the cute, domestic height difference the media had fawned over back when you were still a new, shocking celebrity couple, but you could never seem to forget that you were the lesser half of a whole when he insisted on being this… close. It wasn’t really his fault. His eyes were still closed, a thin sheet draped lazily somewhere below his waist, but his body seemed to eclipse your own, an arm snaking around your midriff and keeping you pinned against his form as easily as a toddler would cling to a favored stuffed animal. Pale beams of sunlight shined through parted blinds, warming your skin wherever they made contact. You shifted towards the sensation, Katsuki’s bed wide enough to allow the slight change, but you stopped the moment you heard the mass behind you groan, pulling you closer in an effort to minimize the nonexistent space between you.

“One more hour,” He mumbled, his voice weighed down by sleep and exhaustion and all the things you were sure a strong, hard-working Hero was afflicted by. “It’s too early for… whatever you’re doing.”

You were silent, for a beat, not afraid to speak, but still hesitant to. Instead, you rolled over, resting your head in the space between his collarbone and his chin, more intent on making Katsuki think you were comfortable than anything else. It was nice to sleep next to someone, even if you had to remind yourself of that, occasionally. Nicer than that empty, freezing room you used to be stuck in, anyway. “You don’t have to work today,” You said, the statement as much of a declaration as a rebuttal. “We should do something, it feels like you haven’t been home in weeks.”

Another groan, this one labored and throaty, signaling Katsuki’s exaggerated discontent. With a single, muscular arm, you were pulled from your place at his side and deposited unceremoniously on his chest, left to straddle his stomach and glower as he settled onto his back, the man smirking as he scanned over your disheveled form. It was a lazy sort of affection, only made more potent as he cupped your cheek, pulling you into a kiss that was barely a kiss, his lips only just touching yours before you both devolved into tired laughter.

Katsuki was the first to speak, only a touch more awake than he had been a second or two ago. It was the most you could ask for, though. “Exactly. It’s my day off, so I get to say what we’re doing.” He paused, watching intently as you sat up. You almost thought about moving, but something about the hands currently resting on your hips gave you the feeling you wouldn’t get very far. “And I say we’re doing absolutely fucking nothing. I don’t want to hear, see, or deal with anyone outside these four walls, not until Deku calls me to cry about whatever he stubbed his toe on today.”

You pursed your lips, glad he wasn’t capable of giving you his full attention. Any expression so mildly opinionated would never escape his notice, anytime else. “I was really hoping we could go out--”

“You want to go outside?”

You realized your mistake as soon as the words left his lips. “No, that’s not what I--” You cut yourself off, taking a deep breath and straightening your back, attempting to seem professional, composed. As if asking for his permission was a courtesy, rather than an obligation. “I want to spend time with you, ‘suki, and I want to do it out there. I’m not trying to trick you or find a way out or--”

“Or run away?” With one hand, his nails dug into your skin, rooting you in place as he pushed himself up with the other, coming to tower over you with little more than a change of position. He glanced towards his sides, looking for a way to restrain you, but rope and cuffs and chains weren’t necessary. Not when his glare was enough to pin you down. “Because least time I trusted you, that’s what you did. You attacked me, then you ran.” You could hear him choke on the phrase, his voice hitching and emerging as a growl in an effort to compensate. “And now, you’re trying to do it again. I don’t know why I thought you’d gotten better.”

“I’m not.” It was a weak defense, but you didn’t have a better option. There was rarely a good way to defend yourself against someone as insistent as Katsuki. “I’m not like that, anymore. I’m not going to leave--”

At that, he scoffed, rolling his eyes in a way that told you he was past the point of listening. “Remember what happened when you tried to take care of yourself? Remember how long it took you to recover, and how desperate you were when you finally dragged yourself back home? How long did you last? A week, two of ‘em, at most. We’re just lucky you made it out of that alive.”

You hadn’t realized you were still holding onto him, not until you found yourself moving to clutch at your own shirt, kneading at the fabric like that would ease your nerves. “It was a mistake.”

“Got that right,” He agreed, the scowl pressed into his lips never wavering. “There’s nothing you can do out there. No one’s gonna step up and protect you, not like I do. You’re helpless without me. There’s no point in tryin’ to deny it, not after we both saw what’ll happen to you.”

He might’ve had more to say. He might’ve gone on until you were silent and shaking and he was still ranting about criminals and villains and all the things he seemed so convinced would end your life the moment you took a step without his help. You’d been gone for a month, you’d escaped for a month, but that didn’t make your eventual submission any less painful to recall, and it certainly didn’t stop the tears from gathering in the corners of your eyes, or muffle the scratchy, uneven sob that was clawing its way up your throat, demanding your acknowledgment before it surrendered.

Katsuki went quiet as you began to cry, but he was far from finished. Rather, his approach morphed into one of faux-sympathy and inescapable affection, his arms wrapping around your torso and dragging you towards him, smothering you in a strategy so uncharacteristic, you had to melt into it. Resisting wasn’t an option, when Katsuki chose to be patient. “It’s alright,” He muttered, his tone suddenly so soft, so tender. If anything, it only made you cry harder. “That’s why I’m here, yeah? I need to keep you safe, even when you’re too much of a dumbass to appreciate me. I have to keep you grounded.”

This time, you didn’t respond. You couldn’t. You were too busy burying your face in the crook of his neck and clinging to him and letting him cling to you, not daring to wonder why you’d been opposed to it, earlier.

He was right. Katsuki took care of you, protected you, and you couldn’t afford to consider the alternative. You didn’t want to consider the alternative.

It was easier to let him hold you than it was to think about why you shouldn’t want him to.

Heya!! Could you please do hcs or scenarios with Kiri and Baku turning into babies/toddlers from some quirk and how their s/o would have to deal with it? Thanks and keep up the great work!

Idunno…nothing…about children?? So I’m legit guessing at whatbabies do I guess besides cry 24/7 idk man I’ll do my best ha

Kirishima:

It was just supposed to be a normal fight against an averagevillain. And he was winning! At least he was, until he startedshrinking…smaller…smaller…until he was less than half hisoriginal height. A shrinking quirk?!

No…looking at his hands, they were pudgy and short and he nolonger fit in his hero costume properly…oh, oh sh-

“Wh…Kirishima?! Oh god what happened…?” A familiar voicemade his head turn as his s/o came running at him, a concerned lookon their face. For some reason he felt like crying. “You’re solittle now! Oh no, c'mere, don’t cry…”

They wrapped him up in his oversized costume and picked him up ashe clung to the front of their shirt, fat tears rolling down his nowpudgy cheeks. “Mm…sowwy..” Kirishima said, sniffling.

“Hey it’s ok, manly men cry, too! I assume this quirk will wearoff at some point…are you hungry?” Kirishima, now approximately athree year old, nodded enthusiastically at the mention of food,sadness forgotten for the time being.

They carried him to their home, setting him down on the couch ashe sucked his thumb. “Jeez you’re a cute kid…sit still and I’llget you a snack, mk?”

“No!” he yelled, an adorable pout on his face. “Pick me up!Pick me up!” His s/o sighed before picking him up again andcarrying him to the kitchen.

“Cute…but clingy. Alright lets see…ha, I don’t really havebaby food here. How about…cereal?”

“Candy!”

“No candy, you need real foo-”

“Candy!” He pounded his little fists into their shoulder,about to throw a tantrum if he did NOT get some candy in his mouthsoon.

“Cereal or you’re going down for a nap!” The raised voice andthreat of a nap made his big red eyes water. “Oh, oh no sorrysorry…fine! Candy it is!” The tears dried up as quickly as theyappeared.

After cleaning up a mess of candy wrappers they managed to brushhis sharp teeth for him. He really did not like the taste oftoothpaste, but too bad.

Wrapped up in a blanket toddler Kirishima was now sucking histhumb watching one of the few animated movies you owned, eyes lookingsleepy but still glued to the screen. “I’m tired…babysitting istiring. Hopefully you’ll turn back tomorrow…” they yawned out.

They both fell asleep on the couch, the movie still playing in thebackground.

The distinct sound of loud snoring woke them up, drool seepinginto the old couch cushions as they felt a heavy weight on top ofthem. A grown up Kirishima was snuggled up into their chest, strongarms wrapped around them like a pillow. The blanket he was wrapped injust barely covered everything since his hero costume didn’t fit theprevious day, making his s/o blush furiously.

“W-wake up, ding dong!” They pinched his nose until Kirishimasputtered awake, sitting up from the couch rubbing the sleep from hispretty red eyes.

“Huh?…What…oh, hey! I turned back!” Kirishima looked athis s/o. “Thanks for taking care of me, yesterday…sorry I ate allyour candy, ha!”

“Eh, you aren’t so bad as kid…glad to have you back though,”they said, giving him a kiss on the cheek. “Now, please put on someclothes…”

“Huh…? Why am I naked?!”

Bakugou:

“Get back here you shit!” Bakugou yelled at the villain whododged and skittered around fleeing civilians. He jumped into the airready to tackle them to the ground when he suddenly fell flat on hisface. What?! He never missed! What happened?

“Bakugou!” He heard his s/o yell behind him. They werefollowing the villain as well, but of course he wanted to be the oneto catch him. “Where are you?!”

“I here!” What…his voice, what the hell was wrong with hisvoice?!

“Baku…oh my god. You’re a baby!” His s/o finally caught upand they stood…quite a bit taller than him now, looking down with aquestioning expression.

“I not!” Bakugou yelled, his face turning red fromfrustration. He wasn’t a kid, he was a big boy! They triedunsuccessfully to hold back a laugh; he tried to kick them in the legfor good measure but tripped over his now oversized hero costume,tears welling up in his angry eyes.

“Oh, c'mere…don’t cry.” They picked him up off the ground,wiping the tears from his face. He struggled in their arms, notwanting to be picked up or treated like the temporary child he was.“Hold still!”

“Put me down!” People around were starting to stare at thispoint, so his s/o decided it was best to move away from the publiclest someone call the police on a negligent non-parent. They wrappedhim up in his hero costume like a cocoon, carrying him like aswaddled bundle to their home.

“I’m so sorry, Bakugou…you’ll probably turn back soon. Butuntil then you gotta be a good boy, alright? If you are I’ll give youa treat!” He sat in a comfy arm chair struggling out of hismakeshift wrappings with an angry face, but the word “treat” madehim stop. If there was one thing that motivated him right now, it wasthe possibility of a reward. He could be a good boy, the best boythere ever was!

“I good!”

“Aww that’s my boy! Now sit here for a minute, OK?” They lefthim alone for only a second, wanting to find some clothing to put himin…but while sifting through their drawers a pair of small handsclung to their pants leg. “What’s wrong?”

“Mm…” Baby Bakugou rubbed his face into their pants, hidinghis embarrassment. “You left…”

“I’m right here, don’t worry.” They found an oversized shirtto put him in that acted like a long blanket. “Want to play hideand seek?” Wanting to tire him out they hoped a couple of gameswould make the day go by faster so he’d turn back quicker.

Unfortunately, little Bakugou was bustling with energy and woreTHEM out before he was even close to tired.

“Ugh…” they moaned on the bed, Bakugou jumping up and downusing it as a trampoline. “C'mere you!” It was weird having atoddler for a boyfriend, but he still made a pretty adorable kid.After a tickle fight Bakugou’s big red eyes finally started to close,tired from the day’s activities.

“Sleepy…” He cuddled up next to them on the bed as hepromptly fell asleep. They pulled the covers over him before settlingin as well.

“Yeah, me too…goodnight, Bakugou…”

Bakugou woke up first, unfamiliar smells making his nose scrunchup. “Wh…” His arm was wrapped around something warm andsoft…oh. OH.

He was in his s/o’s bed, an arm drapedaround them. Memories of the previous day flooded back as he growled,waking up the other person in the bed. Before they could speak,though, he put a rough hand over the mouth, eyes glaring daggers.

“Tell no one,” he gritted outbefore pulling them in close and closing his eyes to drift back offto sleep, enjoying a few more moments of warm comfort before settlingback into adulthood.

Ahh okay. I didn't know that. Thatnks for an explanation! You're right. Its fucked up. Imma just adjust myOCs and make the lips plump and not like this.

Hey jsyk it’s 2018 and if you’re still drawing characters with big lips like THIS, even if they’re pale/not black, it’s fucking racist. Stop doing it.

No excuses. “It’s a stylistic choice!” It’s a RACIST stylistic choice.

“Idk how else to draw big lips!” That’s because you relied on racist caricatures and are a bad artist. Teach yourself. Learn. If you’re not willing to do that, then you are a bad, racist artist.

“But it’s part of the character design!” Yeah, and it’s racist. If it’s your OC, then change it. If it’s not your OC, make the right choice and draw them with normal looking bigger lips instead of this racist monstrosity.

And if this post makes you uncomfortable because it’s calling you out for stuff you’ve done, good. Fix it. Own up to it. Grow.

If you see this and you’re first thought is to defend this: you are racist. You are part of the problem. Congrats. Now work on yourself and unlearn that.