#cosmetreee

Fic can be read HERE.

Post-Canon, Ficlet, Angst. Completed. Rated: M. Word Count: 750

Pairings: None

Trigger Warnings: Suicidal Ideation, Suicide Attempt, Vomiting

Me: *can’t draw today, have too much to do*Me: *also has a million ideas suddenly that I want to draw*

I have to run a workshop on Tuesday so I have to do work work today even though it’s a Sunday so of course my desire to draw is stronger than ever ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

What I really want to do is some aged up Mob Psycho character designs, though I’m not sure if I want to do high school or just after uni. I really, really love the idea of them all going to high school together because boy am I a sucker for group dynamics! And I’m really intrigued about the idea of evolving their designs, keeping them distinctly them but seeing where their personalities and interests would take them. And then for the after uni one I’m very interested in what they would start doing with their lives when they are given somewhat a free choice, what they would do as young adults, the directions they would take and why. Though I have a feeling that would work much better as a fic than art, it’s more a story than just designs. sigh These have been running in my head for so long but I haven’t done much with them yet.

fdsgdfg checked that you didn’t actually mean that because i just did it so 

♞: Caring for each other while ill

The spirit’s attack had hit dead center, right between Shou’s eyes, with no chance for him to construct a barrier. Neither of them had been expecting it, hadn’t even thought they’d encounter something like that way up here.

Ritsu had been just close enough to watch Shou’s aura stutter and flicker as he began to tip sideways, struggling to stay conscious and keep himself upright, but then it disappeared completely and then he was falling, careening towards the ground and plummeting right past Ritsu and he had been just out of reach.

Ritsu flings himself earthbound, trying to push himself to terminal velocity just to catch up, he can almost grab Shou’s ankle, he’s right there, but so is the ground, trees looming up higher and higher towards them…

He just manages to catch his fingers around Shou’s jeans, pulling him in and tucking his head into his chest as twigs snap at his wind-burnt face.

hell this was a month ago and i never saw it!!! oops!!!