#bombsareforbabies

Featuring Bomb!

I’m bomb! I write and draw, mostly for Naruto and MP100 respectively. I love this show and am so glad I get to be a part of the fandom! 

AJKDSLFJKA I DID THE HORRORTALE THINGIE! I’ll prolly draw more Horrortale in the coming days bc this man........ this dude........... THIS AESTHETIC!! gives me life. 

This is where you ask! Thanks for the prompt!

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If there’s one thing Teru’s learned about Ritsu over the years they’ve known each other, it’s that Ritsu is unbearably stubborn. About everything.

Teru doesn’t have a right to complain, he supposes, considering his own track record when it comes to the subject, but that doesn’t keep it from grating on his nerves on the occasion he and Ritsu don’t see eye-to-eye. Today is one of those days, it would seem, as Ritsu shuffles into homeroom, red-eyed and pale as a ghost. Teru can tell just by looking at him that he’s come down with some nasty bug or another, and if his appearance hadn’t given him away immediately his behavior certainly does. He practically collapses into his seat, next to Teru beside the classroom window, and immediately lets his head fall onto his desk with a groan.

“Tough morning?” Teru guesses, slightly concerned but mostly amused by Ritsu’s melodramatic entrance. He leans against his desk, propping his head up in his hand as he gazes down at his friend’s slumped-over form. “It’s only Monday, it’s a little early to be giving up the ghost, don’t you think?” he teases, a habit that comes easier and easier to him the more time they spend together.

Ritsu opens his eyes to shoot Teru a now-familiar scowl, his bangs falling out of his face and fanning out across his desk. “Don’t laugh at me, Shige got me sick,” he scolds, though he doesn’t seem to have the energy to argue much.

Teru quirks a brow at him; he knows that Shigeo had been sick with the flu most of the previous week, and had spent most of that time at home, in bed, resting. “You caught Shigeo’s flu? Why’d you come to school, then?!” Ritsu looks practically dead in his seat, and Teru isn’t too fond of being near a potentially contagious friend, either, no matter how much he appreciates Ritsu’s company. He pulls his math notebook out of his backpack and flips it open to last night’s homework, noting that class is due to start soon.

Ritsu doesn’t answer Teru’s question, just lifts his head to peer over Teru’s shoulder the way he sometimes does when he wants to check his own answers against Teru’s. “What did you get for number four?” he asks, and his breath tickles the back of Teru’s neck in his proximity.

Teru leans away immediately, wrinkling his nose. “Stay away from me, you’re one big germ,” he accuses, “and you didn’t answer my question. Go home Ritsu, you’re sick.”

Ritsu backs off, meeting Teru’s gaze. “I need to turn in my homework,” he insists.

“Just give it to me, I’ll make sure the teacher gets it,” Teru retorts.

“I can’t miss too much schoolwork, or I’ll fall behind.”

“I’ll give your homework to Shigeo, you can do it at home while you rest.”

“I have student council meetings every day.”

“They can survive without you while you’re sick, I doubt you’ll be much use in your condition anyway.” Teru waves his hand at Ritsu dismissively. “It’s just a few days, Ritsu, let us take care of you.”

Ritsu stares Teru down for a few long seconds, frowning disapprovingly, and then he sighs and turns his gaze down to his homework. “Nosy,” he mumbles, and Teru knows he’s won the argument.

“Stubborn,” Teru retorts right back, an amused grin tugging at the corners of his mouth as Ritsu stows away the textbook he’d brought out.

Ritsu snorts, futilely attempting to hide a grin of his own. He passed Teru his homework, letting it fall onto his desk with a quiet thump as he slung his bag over his shoulder. “Fine, you win. I’ll have the nurse write me a note,” he relents. “Make sure Shige gets my homework, okay?”

Teru leans back in his chair casually, clasping his hands behind his head. “Sure, whatever you say,” he replies. “Be careful on your way home, alright? Fevers can be really dangerous, you don’t want to pass out on the way home.”

“You’re the one who holes up in his apartment and refuses to ask for help when he gets sick,” Ritsu points out, raising a brow at him briefly, but he seems unwilling to argue further in his fatigued state.

“Just be careful, you can scold me later.”

Trevor/Julia A++++++++, my OTP for the show!

Naruto: Itachi reincarnated as Sakura

Keep up the beautiful work, and once again I am so sorry

Ah, the classic

46. share a scene of a story that you haven’t published yet

Hehehe, here's a thing from a Reach one-shot I've been working on for a bit!

Biting his lip, Shou takes Ritsu’s uninjured arm in both hands and helps him to his feet, steadying him while he gets his legs back underneath him. “That was a nasty fall. I guess you got a little too close to a nest,” he says, glancing up at the top of the tree where the falcon has descended into the branches and reclaimed its nest. “You’re usually good with birds, though. I didn’t think it would attack you.”

“That doesn’t mean they’re not going to defend their nests from me,” Ritsu sighs out in response, dusting off his pants and wincing when it disturbs the scrapes on his arm. “She had eggs in her nest, she might’ve thought I was going after them. Can’t really blame her for being protective.” Once he’s straightened up all the way, Shou lets one of his hands drop from Ritsu’s arm, and reaches over to tentatively brush away the feathers between his shoulder blades to get a look at the scratches underneath.

Ritsu hisses in protest and jerks instinctively away, a few bloodied feathers falling from the spot Shou had touched and falling quickly to the ground. “Sorry,” Shou amends, flashing Ritsu an apologetic smile. “That looks like it hurts, we should get you cleaned up before the dirt gets into your cuts and gives you an infection.”