somebody on twitter said Tsukauichi looks like he could be Sero's dad so i did this really fast
THIS IS JUST ONE WAY THIS IS NOT FINISH PRODUCT PROBABLY
whats going on in this tree? well-
theres a kid that appears in the background that looks like Sero in the remedial course arc i've been telling my friend is Sero's little brother so i called him Hino from Hinoki (ひのき) - which is a type of cypress tree native to Japan, often used in construction and crafting, but his friends call him Sho cause that's his name on his wiki
and the teacher who worked with those kids is the only women with black hair that's not midnight so i had to improvise, her eyes kinda look like Sero's so we can go with that, i want Bondo to be Sero's cousin he's got a adhesive quirk
Also Makoto from the vigilante manga cause nobody talks about her like at all
this is a prototype i will fix it up later
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Doodle of Alduin
Some design concepts. A headcanon look of what Miraak looks like without his mask. In my headcanon, he won’t be able to take off any of his old clothes because Hermaeus Mora cursed him. It’s only after truly breaking his bond with Hermy Mory is Miraak able to remove his clothes, and he sees that he’s been furthered cursed to an undead state where tentacles writhe all over his body. How fun :)
And then a type of anti-dragon priest mask. I kinda hate all the options in the atherium forge, so I thought that Ego would hire some blacksmiths to make them a custom dragon priest mask out of atherium.
Teldryn appreciation post. While Erandur and Serana are normal people, the siblings have the biggest fake crush on Mr. Sero.
And this was a comic from an unreleased fic I made. The buildup was that Ego manages to free themself and Miraak from Apocrypha, and then put him in a ward-cage for safety’s sake as Miraak was being aggressive. The comic shows Miraak talking to Ego behind the ward, and then Ego later asking Durnehviir what Miraak said, as they don’t know dovahzul (or “dragontongue,” as Ego calls it). This is non-canon to the fic, now, but a fun concept that I had.
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Bakusquad Self Care day
Bakusquad has a self care day, all of them get their own thing, here it is
They start with waking up early as usual to train and do the usual routine, and kirishima and bakugou, who are usually the first up day fuck that and turn the alarms off and go back to sleep. All of their partners are fine with that.
They end up getting up around 9 and making food. Bakugou cooks and everyone kind of helps, he makes Kirishima’s favourite breakfast, omelettes and pancakes.
Then they all sit down and braid Mina’s hair, they all learned to braid for this purpose right here, and she absolutely loves them. All the while actively re dyeing Kirk’s.
They each lunch after that, ramen with all the add ins they could find in the fridge, which happens to be Kaminari and Shinsou’s favourite thing to eat.
They play Mario cart after, much to Kami and Jirou’s delight, which turned into just dance and karaoke after a while, which Jirou, mina, and sero all certainly enjoyed.
They ordered dinner after that, seros favourite: fried rice with grilled octopus, which once again bakugou made
Then they used their bed as a massage table for said boom boom boy, cause he took care of them all day he gets to relax. And relax he does, Jirou and Kami take his hands/arms sero and Mina are on his feet/legs, shinsou gives a head massage all while Kiri sits on his ass to give him a back massage. He turns into a metaphorical puddle of goo under his partners, and spends the rest of the night cuddled up on someone’s lap nearly purring.
They all fall asleep cuddled together, which is shinsou’s favourite things in the whole world, laying on top of his partners.
All because they decided the world could wait a day, that for one day, that they, for one day, could be selfish. They risked life and limb every day, every day was spent wondering when their partners would come home if they got to come home at all. They decided for one day, the world could wait, because their partners needed them more than the world
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WIP Whenever~!
Oh hey it's actually Wednesday already!
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Here's a snip of chapter 30 of The World on Our Shoulders. Some of you may have seen versions of this before :> More soggy emotions, because, of course. OF COURSE.
Teldryn buried his face in his hands and Geldis squeezed his shoulder. He let the silence wash over him — not that it was actually silent. The crowd left him anonymous, another sad fool alone at a bar, which, to be honest, was for the best.
“She doesn’t want me here, either. She wants to go home, back to just…everything she had before. Even after what we’ve survived. Even after realizing what we are,” Teldryn said. He picked at the sweetroll again, crumbling it onto the plate. “She doesn’t owe me anything, of course. I was the s’wit who thought for half a second the feeling was mutual. And clearly, I was wrong.”
“Did you ask?” Geldis asked. Teldryn glared at his friend.
“Oh, I don’t know, Geldis. Did I ask my married friend if she lo — ” He paused and cleared his throat. “No, I didn’t ask her.” He sighed heavily again and crossed his arms over his chest, mind filled with the iciness of the distance she’d put between them, even after everything. A whole northern sea, dark waves to drag him under and everything. He’d added to it, too, not innocent at all in the endeavor. He shivered. “I didn’t have to.”
“You’re an idiot, Teldryn Sero, that’s what you are,” Geldis said evenly and put up a hand to prevent him from protesting this. “You’re gonna carry this around until it tears you apart instead of resolving it — just like a hundred other issues I’ve seen you struggle through. And you know what? It is, in the end, up to you to make the changes instead of cozying up in the corner over there deep in your cups, becoming another mess I’ve got to clean up.” He leaned in and shook Teldryn’s shoulder. “Even if it’s a no, it doesn’t mean this is the end of the world. But clear the air, for Gods’ sakes. And let her go if that’s what she wants. Plenty of fish in the sea, no matter what you believe about fate and other nonsense.”
Fate and other nonsense indeed.
He didn’t say anything at first. Geldis understood part of this, in his way, but not the entire story. Not the echo. Not the gravity of the situation Nyenna was about to face. Teldryn had lost someone he’d loved before due to the trappings — or failings — of heroism, watching across a vast expanse of sand as the earth quaked under his feet, leagues away from the damage. The Red Year, not long after he’d chosen to leave everything behind. A whole life he’d refused, a whole person he could have been instead of…this. He was no stranger to wrong choices and the urge to simply…run away. To put it all behind you and keep going. From an ultimatum or a destiny, it didn’t matter — the cause was the same. Guilt, fear, grief, and a deep unshakable conviction that you are simply not good enough. And have never been.
Sometimes she visited him in his nightmares, the one he’d left for the job in Elsweyr. She was still so clear in his head, almost two hundred years later, like he had only just turned from her offer of peace. When the horrors faded and left room for regret, he felt the memory of her hands held tight in his like the ghost of a missing limb. Every so often, he swore he could still smell the light scent of her coda flower perfume, her own recipe mixed with sweetbarrel blossoms and the spice of juniper. There was never a time back then when his mind hadn’t been occupied with feeling stuck, so why did she still torture him like this? It was as if she served as a haunting reminder of what could happen the second he let himself be seen. It would all be gone from him in a flash, and then what?
He did not deserve peace. Not then, not now. Part of him was still convinced all of this chaos with Nyenna was just another extraction of debt due to one God or the next for that specific misstep. Sometimes he could go years without remembering. Years soaked in Sujamma, true, but years nevertheless. But then, times like these? Given the chance to start over, it seemed he never quite could. Or perhaps he was never quite worthy. He both wanted to walk away and couldn’t.
Geldis was right in a way. Maybe if he cleared the air, then he could go and prevent another disaster. Or try. And then it could be the same as it’d always been. Square one. And Nyenna would fade from his memory, same as the rest, eventually, no matter how long it took. He had eternity, anyway. It would be better this way. Hurt less, if he was lucky, if he could find the words to begin with.
Sure. You keep telling yourself that, you s’wit.
He wanted another Sujamma, but he knew it would do him no good. He took the sweetroll that he hadn’t crumbled to nothing and bit into it like an apple. There were things to do to prepare for the trip to Skyrim. Geldis would have to accept the subject change. He wasn’t going to bring up things that had been done with long before Geldis was even born.
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