Sky/fem/bi/she,her/ 20+. I’m a fanfiction writer and fanartist. I’m currently working on a fic for my Rise of the TMNT AU, Retired Leo, which updates every Sunday. More information on that can be found in my pinned post, along with my massive Invader Zim/ Johnny the Homicidal Maniac fic, Fanatics, and my Borderlands OC fic, Skies the Ultimate Treasure Hunter. I also draw fanart for things I like. If you wanna see all of my art, search ‘myart’ tag on my blog!
Invader Zim/Johnny the Homicidal Maniac crossover fic 'Fanatics' (completed)
Zim, Dib, Gaz, Squee, and Pepito, along with Johnny, Devi, and Tenna, team up as unlikely friends and heroes. Together they protect their city and the Earth from all manner of enemies new and old, all while dealing with high school and real life.
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Borderlands fic 'Skies the Bodyguard' (completed)
Skies was just a space travelling mercenary, taking whatever job she could. But after an important job from Handsome Jack himself goes wrong, she finds her unwittingly involved in the Vault Hunter stories on Pandora. Now she struggles to survive any way she can, whether it's by playing the villain or the hero. (Takes place from Borderlands 2 through Borderlands 3)
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Borderlands fic 'Skies the Ultimate Treasure' (completed, for now)
Follow Skies the Ultimate Treasure Hunter as she adventures through the borderlands, helping her friends in and out of the Crimson Raiders, causing shenanigans, getting into trouble, and of course hunting treasure. (Takes place after Borderlands 3, includes DLCs and original stories)
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Rise of the TMNT fic 'You Are Not Alone' (Completed)
The origin story of my Rottmnt AU, Retired Leo. Leonardo travels back in time with his apprentice, Casey Jones, to stop the apocalypse. But they can't do it alone. Will they be able to work with the past versions of the family they lost? And can they stop the Krang once and for all?
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Rise of the TMNT AU 'Retired Leo' (Ongoing, updates every Saturday)
After defeating the Krang and saving the world, Leonardo has decided to retire from being a ninja warrior and simply wants to relax with his apprentice, Casey Jones, and their new family. Unfortunately with this family, relaxing is not always easy. (A collection of drabbles and shorts, mostly episodic, with the origin story You Are Not Alone.)
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Want a chance to win a copy of the ROTTMNT artbook?
Look no further!!!!!
I have created a DTIYS giveaway with the prize being before mentioned artbook!!
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To enter,
all you have to do is redraw the above image in your style!! Feel free to change a few things as well- i encourage everyone to add ocs or other characters!!
Wanna just draw one of the turtles? Go for it!
Wanna draw you and your fav suffering the heatwave together? Do it!!
The world is your oyster here!!
To submit your entry,
you can post your art on tiktok, instagram, or tumblr and tag me to be added to the list!
Tiktok: evenmorebees
Instagram: evnmr.exe
Tumblr: evenmorebeess
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THIS IS NOT A SKILL BASED GIVEAWAY!!!!!!!
The winner is RANDOM and has nothing to do with the “quality” of your entry so don’t think that you are not good enough to enter!!! As long as it is appropriate and before the deadline, you are welcome to enter!!
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Details:
To receive the book, you will need a amazon account with the art book in a amazon Wishlist that had your address HIDDEN. this allows me to buy the art book and have it directly shipped to you without you having to give me your address! Please make sure amazon is available where you live!
The deadline for the giveaway is:
August 8th!!
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‼️IMPORTANT‼️
Just like everyone else has the right to turn down the prize and let someone else have the chance to win- i ALSO have the right to change my mind about a winner and choose someone else if i believe they acted inappropriately (aka if i find out you were being rude or hateful and if i find out you support weird things like Tcest or maps).
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I’m super excited to do this and if anyone has any questions or concerns about the giveaway part- feel free to comment or dm me!
Smoking Behind the Supermarket with You- I'll Catch You if You Fall
I really needed to get this out of my system. This manga has me by such a choke hold. I can't stop thinking about these two. I had to write this while at work on my notes app then emailed it to myself to save on my computer.
Originally, my idea for this drabble was to write about what their first kiss might be like and turn it into something spicy. But while writing I ended up leaning more into fluff and I'm happy with it.
I hope you enjoy!
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What should have been a normal smoke break between Sasaki and Tayama takes a sudden turn when Tayama tries to hide an injury.
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“Tayama-san?”
Sasaki stops in front of the delivery dock behind Super S. Normally at this time, Tayama would be there, waiting to smoke with him. And she’s there now, but instead of puffing on a cigarette, she’s on her knees picking them up off the ground.
“Yoooo, Sasaki-san,” Tayama says, with her usual drawl. “Good hustle today.”
“Are you okay?” Sasaki asks, frantic with worry. “What happened?”
“Eh, I dropped my pack and it spilled all over,” she replies. “NBD.”
“Oh, I see,” he sighs with relief, happy to hear she didn’t fall herself.
Tayama grimaces guiltily. The truth is, she’s too embarrassed to admit that when she came outside, she jumped off the delivery dock, landed too hard, and fell, dropping her smokes in the process.
It’s okay though. She’s wearing leggings so Sasaki won’t be able to see her skinned knees.
Sasaki helps her pick up the last of her cigarettes, handing them to her as she slips them back into the carton. Then he stands up to go and sit on the crates, as usual. Tayama moves to do the same, but as she rises, her knees throb and she flinches.
Sasaki blinks at her. “Are…you sure you’re okay, Tayama-san?”
Tayama scowls. Stupid dense-saki is only perceptive during moments like these.
“I already said I’m fine,” she insists, resorting to lashing out in order to look tough and hide a weakness. But as she takes a step forward, her knees throb again far worse.
She gasps painfully and her legs give out.
“TAYAMA-SAN!” Sasaki cries.
Unable to catch herself, Tayama braces for the cement. But instead, she lands against something soft and warm.
She can feel his chest rising and falling against her as he tries to catch his breath, his long arms wrapped around her, kneeling where he dropped to his knees to catch her. Tayami is too shocked to respond as the heat rises in her face.
“Are…are you alright, Tayama-san?” Sasaki asks.
“…yes,” she replies simply.
“You…really are hurt, aren’t you?”
“It’s not bad.”
“Can you stand?”
She probably could, with a bit of help. But she doesn’t want to. She doesn’t want to move. She wants to stay like this- his big hands holding her, his pounding heart against her cheek, her hands against his chest. She feels so safe and warm and comfortable.
Sasaki feels much the same. Despite his face burning with embarrassment, he doesn’t hate the way Tayama feels in his arms, the way he can feel her back rising and falling as she breathes.
Her head is just at his neck. He could rest his chin so neatly on her hair.
But no. She’s not speaking or moving. Could she be even more hurt than he thought?
“T…” Sasaki croaks worriedly, lifting one of his hands to push her hair back. “Tayama-san?”
She finally moves at this, just enough to lift her head and look up at him. He freezes, his hand hovering next to her face, holding back her fringe.
She stares up at him with her eyes, so bright and beautiful, her face as burning red as his. Her lips are parted slightly. He feels his heart beat even faster.
They really are so very, very close. Almost close enough to-.
“Yamada! Are you still here?”
The manager, Goto, bursts through the back doors in a hurry. Instantly, Tayama and Sasaki repel apart like magnets, facing away from each other.
“Ah, you two,” Goto says, glancing between them. “Why are you on the grou-?”
“NOTHING!” they both exclaim, completely unsuspiciously.
Goto hums thoughtfully. She definitely walked in on something interesting.
“Well, sorry to interrupt,” she says and starts to turn away.
“Ah, excuse me, ma’am,” Sasaki says quickly, standing up. “Do you have a first aid kit?”
“What for?” she asks.
“We-well, um…” he trails off, not wanting to embarrass Tayama further.
She sighs bitterly. “I skinned my knees jumping off the deck.”
“Huh?” Goto snaps, “are you stupid or something?”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m real stupid,” Tayama grumbles.
“Stay put!” Goto demands. “I’ll bring the first aid kit!”
Tayama pouts and stays on the ground as Goto goes back inside.
Sasaki sits on the crate nearby, rubbing the back of his head. “S-sorry…”
“For what?” she asks.
“Uh…erm…”
They can’t look at each other. She can still feel his arms around her back. He can still feel her hands on his chest. If Goto hadn’t burst in, what would’ve happened…?
“Ah!” Sasaki exclaims suddenly, standing up and shaking those thoughts from his head. “I should go! I hope you’ll be okay.”
“Yeah,” Tayama mumbles, her head down to hide her blush. “Thanks for…catching me.”
“R-right,” Sasaki croaks and quickly walks away.
That moment replays over and over in his head. Especially her face when they were looking at each other. She really is so-.
Sasaki halts that thought before it can finish, leaning against a streetlight and presses his hand against his burning face.
“What were you doing, stupid?” he mutters to himself. “She was hurt and you let yourself get carried away. What were you about to do? Argh, just…stop thinking about it. Don’t think about it, don’t think about it, don’t think about it.”
He repeats this mantra as he continues his walk home. He’s tense, knowing full well that if he lets his guard down, that moment will come charging back into his head.
He does wonder, for just a brief second, if tomorrow Yamada-san will be limping.
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Smoking Behind the Supermarket with You- I'll Catch You if You Fall
I really needed to get this out of my system. This manga has me by such a choke hold. I can't stop thinking about these two. I had to write this while at work on my notes app then emailed it to myself to save on my computer.
Originally, my idea for this drabble was to write about what their first kiss might be like and turn it into something spicy. But while writing I ended up leaning more into fluff and I'm happy with it.
I hope you enjoy!
--
What should have been a normal smoke break between Sasaki and Tayama takes a sudden turn when Tayama tries to hide an injury.
--
“Tayama-san?”
Sasaki stops in front of the delivery dock behind Super S. Normally at this time, Tayama would be there, waiting to smoke with him. And she’s there now, but instead of puffing on a cigarette, she’s on her knees picking them up off the ground.
“Yoooo, Sasaki-san,” Tayama says, with her usual drawl. “Good hustle today.”
“Are you okay?” Sasaki asks, frantic with worry. “What happened?”
“Eh, I dropped my pack and it spilled all over,” she replies. “NBD.”
“Oh, I see,” he sighs with relief, happy to hear she didn’t fall herself.
Tayama grimaces guiltily. The truth is, she’s too embarrassed to admit that when she came outside, she jumped off the delivery dock, landed too hard, and fell, dropping her smokes in the process.
It’s okay though. She’s wearing leggings so Sasaki won’t be able to see her skinned knees.
Sasaki helps her pick up the last of her cigarettes, handing them to her as she slips them back into the carton. Then he stands up to go and sit on the crates, as usual. Tayama moves to do the same, but as she rises, her knees throb and she flinches.
Sasaki blinks at her. “Are…you sure you’re okay, Tayama-san?”
Tayama scowls. Stupid dense-saki is only perceptive during moments like these.
“I already said I’m fine,” she insists, resorting to lashing out in order to look tough and hide a weakness. But as she takes a step forward, her knees throb again far worse.
She gasps painfully and her legs give out.
“TAYAMA-SAN!” Sasaki cries.
Unable to catch herself, Tayama braces for the cement. But instead, she lands against something soft and warm.
She can feel his chest rising and falling against her as he tries to catch his breath, his long arms wrapped around her, kneeling where he dropped to his knees to catch her. Tayami is too shocked to respond as the heat rises in her face.
“Are…are you alright, Tayama-san?” Sasaki asks.
“…yes,” she replies simply.
“You…really are hurt, aren’t you?”
“It’s not bad.”
“Can you stand?”
She probably could, with a bit of help. But she doesn’t want to. She doesn’t want to move. She wants to stay like this- his big hands holding her, his pounding heart against her cheek, her hands against his chest. She feels so safe and warm and comfortable.
Sasaki feels much the same. Despite his face burning with embarrassment, he doesn’t hate the way Tayama feels in his arms, the way he can feel her back rising and falling as she breathes.
Her head is just at his neck. He could rest his chin so neatly on her hair.
But no. She’s not speaking or moving. Could she be even more hurt than he thought?
“T…” Sasaki croaks worriedly, lifting one of his hands to push her hair back. “Tayama-san?”
She finally moves at this, just enough to lift her head and look up at him. He freezes, his hand hovering next to her face, holding back her fringe.
She stares up at him with her eyes, so bright and beautiful, her face as burning red as his. Her lips are parted slightly. He feels his heart beat even faster.
They really are so very, very close. Almost close enough to-.
“Yamada! Are you still here?”
The manager, Goto, bursts through the back doors in a hurry. Instantly, Tayama and Sasaki repel apart like magnets, facing away from each other.
“Ah, you two,” Goto says, glancing between them. “Why are you on the grou-?”
“NOTHING!” they both exclaim, completely unsuspiciously.
Goto hums thoughtfully. She definitely walked in on something interesting.
“Well, sorry to interrupt,” she says and starts to turn away.
“Ah, excuse me, ma’am,” Sasaki says quickly, standing up. “Do you have a first aid kit?”
“What for?” she asks.
“We-well, um…” he trails off, not wanting to embarrass Tayama further.
She sighs bitterly. “I skinned my knees jumping off the deck.”
“Huh?” Goto snaps, “are you stupid or something?”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m real stupid,” Tayama grumbles.
“Stay put!” Goto demands. “I’ll bring the first aid kit!”
Tayama pouts and stays on the ground as Goto goes back inside.
Sasaki sits on the crate nearby, rubbing the back of his head. “S-sorry…”
“For what?” she asks.
“Uh…erm…”
They can’t look at each other. She can still feel his arms around her back. He can still feel her hands on his chest. If Goto hadn’t burst in, what would’ve happened…?
“Ah!” Sasaki exclaims suddenly, standing up and shaking those thoughts from his head. “I should go! I hope you’ll be okay.”
“Yeah,” Tayama mumbles, her head down to hide her blush. “Thanks for…catching me.”
“R-right,” Sasaki croaks and quickly walks away.
That moment replays over and over in his head. Especially her face when they were looking at each other. She really is so-.
Sasaki halts that thought before it can finish, leaning against a streetlight and presses his hand against his burning face.
“What were you doing, stupid?” he mutters to himself. “She was hurt and you let yourself get carried away. What were you about to do? Argh, just…stop thinking about it. Don’t think about it, don’t think about it, don’t think about it.”
He repeats this mantra as he continues his walk home. He’s tense, knowing full well that if he lets his guard down, that moment will come charging back into his head.
He does wonder, for just a brief second, if tomorrow Yamada-san will be limping.
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Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
Smoking Behind the Supermarket with You- I'll Catch You if You Fall
I really needed to get this out of my system. This manga has me by such a choke hold. I can't stop thinking about these two. I had to write this while at work on my notes app then emailed it to myself to save on my computer.
Originally, my idea for this drabble was to write about what their first kiss might be like and turn it into something spicy. But while writing I ended up leaning more into fluff and I'm happy with it.
I hope you enjoy!
--
What should have been a normal smoke break between Sasaki and Tayama takes a sudden turn when Tayama tries to hide an injury.
--
“Tayama-san?”
Sasaki stops in front of the delivery dock behind Super S. Normally at this time, Tayama would be there, waiting to smoke with him. And she’s there now, but instead of puffing on a cigarette, she’s on her knees picking them up off the ground.
“Yoooo, Sasaki-san,” Tayama says, with her usual drawl. “Good hustle today.”
“Are you okay?” Sasaki asks, frantic with worry. “What happened?”
“Eh, I dropped my pack and it spilled all over,” she replies. “NBD.”
“Oh, I see,” he sighs with relief, happy to hear she didn’t fall herself.
Tayama grimaces guiltily. The truth is, she’s too embarrassed to admit that when she came outside, she jumped off the delivery dock, landed too hard, and fell, dropping her smokes in the process.
It’s okay though. She’s wearing leggings so Sasaki won’t be able to see her skinned knees.
Sasaki helps her pick up the last of her cigarettes, handing them to her as she slips them back into the carton. Then he stands up to go and sit on the crates, as usual. Tayama moves to do the same, but as she rises, her knees throb and she flinches.
Sasaki blinks at her. “Are…you sure you’re okay, Tayama-san?”
Tayama scowls. Stupid dense-saki is only perceptive during moments like these.
“I already said I’m fine,” she insists, resorting to lashing out in order to look tough and hide a weakness. But as she takes a step forward, her knees throb again far worse.
She gasps painfully and her legs give out.
“TAYAMA-SAN!” Sasaki cries.
Unable to catch herself, Tayama braces for the cement. But instead, she lands against something soft and warm.
She can feel his chest rising and falling against her as he tries to catch his breath, his long arms wrapped around her, kneeling where he dropped to his knees to catch her. Tayami is too shocked to respond as the heat rises in her face.
“Are…are you alright, Tayama-san?” Sasaki asks.
“…yes,” she replies simply.
“You…really are hurt, aren’t you?”
“It’s not bad.”
“Can you stand?”
She probably could, with a bit of help. But she doesn’t want to. She doesn’t want to move. She wants to stay like this- his big hands holding her, his pounding heart against her cheek, her hands against his chest. She feels so safe and warm and comfortable.
Sasaki feels much the same. Despite his face burning with embarrassment, he doesn’t hate the way Tayama feels in his arms, the way he can feel her back rising and falling as she breathes.
Her head is just at his neck. He could rest his chin so neatly on her hair.
But no. She’s not speaking or moving. Could she be even more hurt than he thought?
“T…” Sasaki croaks worriedly, lifting one of his hands to push her hair back. “Tayama-san?”
She finally moves at this, just enough to lift her head and look up at him. He freezes, his hand hovering next to her face, holding back her fringe.
She stares up at him with her eyes, so bright and beautiful, her face as burning red as his. Her lips are parted slightly. He feels his heart beat even faster.
They really are so very, very close. Almost close enough to-.
“Yamada! Are you still here?”
The manager, Goto, bursts through the back doors in a hurry. Instantly, Tayama and Sasaki repel apart like magnets, facing away from each other.
“Ah, you two,” Goto says, glancing between them. “Why are you on the grou-?”
“NOTHING!” they both exclaim, completely unsuspiciously.
Goto hums thoughtfully. She definitely walked in on something interesting.
“Well, sorry to interrupt,” she says and starts to turn away.
“Ah, excuse me, ma’am,” Sasaki says quickly, standing up. “Do you have a first aid kit?”
“What for?” she asks.
“We-well, um…” he trails off, not wanting to embarrass Tayama further.
She sighs bitterly. “I skinned my knees jumping off the deck.”
“Huh?” Goto snaps, “are you stupid or something?”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m real stupid,” Tayama grumbles.
“Stay put!” Goto demands. “I’ll bring the first aid kit!”
Tayama pouts and stays on the ground as Goto goes back inside.
Sasaki sits on the crate nearby, rubbing the back of his head. “S-sorry…”
“For what?” she asks.
“Uh…erm…”
They can’t look at each other. She can still feel his arms around her back. He can still feel her hands on his chest. If Goto hadn’t burst in, what would’ve happened…?
“Ah!” Sasaki exclaims suddenly, standing up and shaking those thoughts from his head. “I should go! I hope you’ll be okay.”
“Yeah,” Tayama mumbles, her head down to hide her blush. “Thanks for…catching me.”
“R-right,” Sasaki croaks and quickly walks away.
That moment replays over and over in his head. Especially her face when they were looking at each other. She really is so-.
Sasaki halts that thought before it can finish, leaning against a streetlight and presses his hand against his burning face.
“What were you doing, stupid?” he mutters to himself. “She was hurt and you let yourself get carried away. What were you about to do? Argh, just…stop thinking about it. Don’t think about it, don’t think about it, don’t think about it.”
He repeats this mantra as he continues his walk home. He’s tense, knowing full well that if he lets his guard down, that moment will come charging back into his head.
He does wonder, for just a brief second, if tomorrow Yamada-san will be limping.
