#umphriel

(( Aww thank you!!! I’m happy you’re enjoying the story and that I can give you something to indulge in! I’m having a lot of fun with it, and it’s so nice when I know you guys are sharing in that too

✏️ Do you prefer traditional art or digital to relax?  

traditional art is easier for me to just doodle and not put much thought into it u_u

 🍀 You wish your art was more..(fill in the blank)

more lively and dynamic i guess? w/ my recent art, ive been trying to make it look not so boring, trying new poses and stuff

🙃 Which is easier: faces facing left, right, or front view?

14. favorite non-chocolate candy?

this candy store is closing and we have a lot of smarties, like a hugeeee ziplock bag full!! i’ve eaten a small bag of them in a day before, so we’ve taken some precautions so i don’t eat em all in one go, such as:

only allowing myself to take 3 at a time from this small box

placing the small box out of my sight and in a whole entire other room so i’m less inclined to get it

hiding little stashes of it in 4 or more different places in the house

not letting me know how many frickin places there are or else i’ll find them

i’m very much into small candies, but the big down side is that i don’t recognize how many i’ve already eaten, and i eat them fast

18. ideal weather?

SUNNY, LIGHTLY CLOUDY, SLIGHT BREEZE. the sun makes it warm, the clouds hide some glare, and the breeze is refreshing, that’s the *chef kiss* MMMMMMMWUAH!!

29. best way to bond with you?

my main love language is quality time!! i get really excited when i remember people, or things about them tbh

32. top five favorite vines?

littereallie i can’t think of any vines, i’m blanking but i absolutely love

killer: “reeeed robin” | victim: *jumps out of hiding place* “yumm! OH NO--”

44. favorite scent for soap?

pomegranate scented foamy handsoap!! i really didn’t think i’d have a favorite soap but like. it really is an amazing soap and i’d love to have more

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be?

“i want magic and powers but not too much” Bro ... Magical Girl Anime... good combo of daily lives PLUS fun adventures w powers :m

66. favorite flower(s)?

so i have a favorite soap but not a favorite flower?? odd, but i like the tiny ones that come in clusters bc they just like having so many friends around!!

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned?

(miles did you know that. i love you. also im turning this into krbk)

Almost immediately, Bakugo’s eyes landed on Kirishima’s crumpled position behind everyone else and the….pool of blood quickly expanding beneath him.

His heart stopped beating.

A horrible choking sound erupted out of him, but he couldn’t hear anything over the roaring crashes in his ears. A burst of adrenaline pushes out any thought of the flaming bites of his own injuries, as his legs took instinctive action. Bakugo stumbled over himself, pushing everyone out of the way, desperately trying to make his way next to his friend, to do something, anything to stop the blood. 

Bakugo kneeled through the crimson pool, instantly applying pressure on the almost blackened bullet wound with one hand and scooping Kirishima’s head to his lap with the other. Distantly, he felt hot tears stinging his eyes, but he couldn’t care less.

Kirishima.

His skin, usually so tan and calloused from exercise, now pale and clammy and cold underneath Bakugo’s fingers. His hero costume, the invention of both Kirishima and Bakugo on a school night, tattered and ripped to pieces. Kirishima looked… terrible. He was on the absolute verge of death. A new wave of pain overwhelmed Bakugo, but he only held him tighter.

Even with his terrible condition, Kirishima grunted as he manages to turn his head towards Bakugo. And he smiles. Weakly.

“Hey,” He coughed out, every word coming out rasped from the pain. “… Looks pretty bad, huh?” The aching smile adorned his face, but his eyes…

“No. No, no, no no, nononono NO! YOU DO NOT GET TO DIE ON ME, SHITTY HAIR!” Bakugo finally found his voice, and he yelled with everything he had. If he was crying before, streams of tears were running down his face as he yelled and clutched Kirishima’s head close to his body and yelled.

He lost himself. Bakugo lost himself in all of his anger, his rage, his sadness, his mourning… when a trembling hand reached up to touch his face. His quiet voice was sad, yet hopeful.