Strawberry Jam

Cleaned up Maid Reigen for those Reigen lovers out there

Tomodachi Life: Living the Dream Mob Psycho 100 ver

Ft. Maid dress Reigen, Serizawa being down bad, and Reigen beefing with his two kids

I want to make more of these sort of things lol

A bit old, first time I ever drew Mob Psycho 100 art, a little less than a month ago.

I have a lot more art for Mob Psycho, it’s been consuming my life lol so I guess look forward to more of it if I remember to post

Pokémon day, it’s 30 years old now wow

“I HATE YOU!”

Blue’s words echoed through the hall, freezing Red in place. Hate? No, no. He and Blue were best friends. The were going to be champions together, put their names and teams in at the same time, celebrate as a pair.

So why? Why was Blue crying? Was it the words the professor said, about him not caring about his Pokémon?

Don’t listen to him, Red wanted to say. We can be duel champions, just like we said we would.

But the words didn’t come out. Red tried to speak, to tell Blue that he didn’t take anything, that he did this with him. But did Blue ever see it that way? Was Red, the entire time they were on their journey, a roadblock? Something that Blue had to overcome?

Why didn’t he say anything? Why didn’t Blue tell him, say that he saw Red as a threat, not a friend? Why why why why why why why-

Tears fell down Red’s cheeks as Blue ran out the door.

Day 7: Free Day

Regu-yuri is peak lowkey

Sorry this day is late, it’s been a pretty busy week for me and I started to get hit with BAD art block and burnout.

Day 6: School AU

Warning: Implied Suicide

“Yet again I’m-

Flashing back, to cicada cries

And to you, who’ll never come back to life

Torn apart for eternity

The same way that our keychains were

Lost to time, though they fade to white

Let that very girl and summer I grieve

Possess me again

I miss them so much that it’s all I can think”

Shoujo Rei (Oktavia Eng Lyrics)

Day 5: Heartache

Warning: Implied Pokémon Death

By the time Red got there, Blue was already on the ground, curled in a ball, crying. He had stopped loud sobbing a while ago, just sniffles came from him. Red had heard that Blue’s Raticate had some health issue that made it a risk to allow her to battle. Even so, she wanted to take on Red’s team, not wanting to be seen as weak. Red couldn’t help but feel like it was his fault that she had died.

“It isn’t your fault…” Blue had whispered. Red believed him, but a part of him still felt guilt.

Day 4: Polaroid

They had some professional photographers at their wedding, enough photos were taken that day to fill a whole scrapbook plus some. It made Red’s mom very happy, being able to go back and look through them.

A photo that was cherished most was the one taken by Leaf. She had gotten new film for her old Polaroid, allowing her to take photos. While the trip to Alola was for work, Red and Blue worked some time out for themselves to have a pseudo Honeymoon while there. It was lovely, a whole week was gifted to them to spend that time together on their own. Leaf offered one photo to remember the honeymoon by, and took many photos. Silly ones, calm ones, more artsy ones. But the best one was the one on the beach.

Leaf wouldn’t say she cried, and neither Red or Blue would ever tell.

Day 3: Day in the Snow

“I don’t care if you spent a few years up on a mountain covered in snow, you are wearing this scarf!” Blue demanded. Little did he know, about five minutes later, he would ask Red for the scarf to warm himself up. Red would smile, nod and give it to him.

“Shut up…” Blue would say, voice muffled from under the scarf.

Day 2: Meeting Your Past Self

Warning: Self Hatred (implied)

When Red spoke to his younger self, he found that he wanted to encourage the boy. He saw a shy and insecure boy who didn’t know how to convey his feelings, how to deal with the stress and responsibilities he had. He saw who he used to be. He didn’t have a lot to say to his younger self, not like they could. This was a short window of time, maybe just a minute, where he could try to save his younger self the pain and isolation that would follow him long into adulthood.

“Please, let him in, Red.” He said simply, holding the boys shoulders. The grip was firm, reassuring. An unspoken message of ‘everything will be okay’. The younger Red nodded, as if he understood, but Red couldn’t tell for sure if he fully did. Did he know things would be better, that it would be hard, but not to run away? Would he know to let Him in? He couldn’t guarantee and time was now up.

When Blue spoke to his younger self, he found anger bubbling inside him. He knows it’s wrong, to blame a younger version of you for all the issues that you have in adulthood. That those issues came from the failure of those around him as a child. But he couldn’t help it, he couldn’t help but look at the boy in front of him and see the anger and resentment built in both their eyes.

“Don’t push him away, coward.” Were the only things he said to his younger self, not bothering to hide the venom in his tone. The younger him scoffed, looking away in attempts to look like he didn’t care. But Blue knew. He knew he cared, he knew he looked away to stop the tears welling in his eyes, to hide the ugly sobs from the prying whispers. Because he knew that his words were too late, and time was now up.

Day 1: New Years

The two of them wanted to ring in the new years together with their partner Pokémon. Red even took a nap earlier in the day to stay up till twelve with Blue for this celebration. A glass of wine and fireworks outside their window, it was looking to be a promising night for them both. But around 11:30, Red began to drift off to sleep while Blue sipped his wine, watching the fireworks.

“Ah, Red,” Blue said as he looked at his phone. “About 30 seconds till the new year!” No response came from his husband, not even a “hmn”. Blue turned and found his beloved dozing, just a little away from falling asleep sitting right in his chair. A small chuckle left Blue as he moved his hand to hold Red steady. Both Eevee and Pikachu both seemed wide awake, waiting for the day to change.

The clock hit 12 and cheering could be heard from outside, a large amount of fireworks being shot up into the sky drowning out those cheers.

“Happy New Year, Red.”

Day 5: Family

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Don’t call them a family! They are a very evil bunch! An evil mastermind with his loyal husband agent and their three uh…. Three no relation really! kids! I swear, it means nothing!

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If you have seen my other stuff, I think you guys KNEW which day I was hyped for the most. They are girl dads fr fr

Day 3: AU

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We watched the sunset, me and you

We sent memes of cute puppies too

We would get so offended over stupid trivial news

We’d laugh while watching parodies

And cry while listening to comedies

Two lonely and broken souls having the time of their lives

I’m glad that you’re you,

that I’m me, and for us two

I’m kinda glad that you’re evil too

I’m Glad You’re Evil Too (English by Rachie)

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Day 1: Entertainment

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For Stone, nothing was more entertaining than watching his husband rant about whatever he was currently doing. In this case, it was reading a book.