gremlin kinnie

lux. 30. artist. cosplayer. writer. weeb. Genshin, Blue Lock, BNHA, FB, KNY, JJK, DN, No. 6, Free!, KS, idk man this is a mess

[kiwinatorwaffles]

having adhd and being a creator is like being on a timer. oh sorry you have this art idea? well you have approximately 12 hours to start it and 6 hours to finish the task or else you will lose interest and inevitably move on. oh you have an idea for a one-shot? well you’d better finish it in a day unless you want to banish it to your wips forever. ding dong bitch

[kruinka]

now that the blade fiasco is almost over im trying to rediscover how to draw kaiser

[savagegood]

[akiisks]

Biker Series pt. 1 for my first post!

[sophistopheles]

reconsuming the source material before writing fic to pickle your brain in the characters' voices

[milesfan472]

[eleanorenchanted]

I never cared about things like medals before.

But this time, I want to go all out and win one.

I want to win a medal…with you.

[luxsombra]

Workin on a pirate au and having the most fun ever. This is self indulgent af.

[kruinka]

reference

uh kaisercore

[em-dashes]

when u come up with a tiny change for your story that not only makes the writing flow better but also hammers in the character motivations and story theme

[itsrn]

art dump pt3.

(More ryurin doodles….)

[rei293]

[knives-and-narcissi]

So I saw a post where someone was commenting on Kunigami’s fury, as shown in his clenched fist, at Kaiser calling Chigiri beautiful, and it just dawned on my what a clever shit Kaiser actually is.

Kaiser: Isagi and Kunigami teaming up could be a real threat to my position on this team.

Kaiser: sees how friendly Isagi and Chigiri are; borderline flirty.

Kaiser: also senses Kunigami’s fondness for Chigiri / that there’s some sort of history there.

✨Time to insert that wedge.✨

Kaiser to Isagi in front of Kunigami: Yoichi, is that redhead an old friend? 😏😉 he’s beautiful 😮‍💨

Kunigami: the fuck he is

Isagi: I know what you’re doing you piece of shit

Chigiri, you will always be the centre of the drama babes 😘💅🏻

[luxsombra]

oil & canvas

an upcoming chigikai fic

Blue Lock

Chigiri x Kaiser

Rated T

College AU

Preview below the cut. Subscribe on AO3 for a notification when it’s posted. Ko-Fi tips are always appreciated.

Content: college parties, alcohol use, implied sexual content, minor ReoNagi

Chigiri Hyouma hates his friends.

He’s not being dramatic. He honestly and truly hates them. They dragged him to this damn party that he didn’t want to be at and now they’re who fucking knows where doing who fucking knows what.

Actually, he can answer the second half of that statement. Each other. They’re most definitely doing each other.

So while he waits for his horny companions to return, he decides he should at least try to enjoy himself. He grabs a drink from the kitchen without questioning what’s in it. This is his 4th semester in college. He knows better than to ask stupid questions by now. He finds an empty piece of wall to lean against, tucked into the corner. The perfect place to people watch. He knows half the people here - it’s the frat house full of the jocks. Most of whom were Hyouma’s good friends since he used to be one of them. Too bad injury ended his relationship with sports, though honestly he doesn’t miss it so much anymore. At least, not when he’s watching Kunigami do a keg stand and Karasu get slapped across the face for the third time that night. Otoya’s standing nearby snickering about that and Gagamaru is practically lifting people out of the way to search for something. His hair is down so Hyouma guesses it’s his hair tie again. He’s pretty particular about it.

Hyouma wishes he had his drawing tablet.

For every person he does know, it seems like there’s three people he doesn’t. They all seem to blend together, the blurry out of focus people in the background of a photograph. Hyouma snorts into his drink as he realizes how pretentious that sounds. As if these people are irrelevant just because they’re not relevant to him.

Loud whooping and hollering sounds from the center of the room where a table has been set up for beer pong. The team facing Hyouma is an odd pair. One of them is the one hollering, his blonde hair spiked back with the tips colored pink. His partner seems simultaneously pleased and annoyed, a scowl twisted into his lips despite the way his bright turquoise eyes shine with mirth. If Hyouma had to guess, he’s pleased because they won but he’s annoyed by his partner. Either that or Hyouma’s too drunk to play the guess-the-scenario game.

He’s staring at the backs of their opponents, so there isn’t much to gauge there. Another blonde guy only the ends of his hair are blue and choppy. Hyouma can’t see his partner. Blue guy seems to have his head pressed to the table with one hand. Hyouma rolls his eyes, grateful once more that he’s no longer associated with jocks.

As if on cue to prove him wrong, Reo suddenly appears from who fucking knows where. Nagi is trailing along behind him looking ready for bed, which just proves Hyouma’s suspicions. Nagi is usually a big sleeper, to be fair, but he hardly ever looks tired. He only wears the exhaustion after a good orgasm. Hyouma knows from being the cause of it on several occasions. Which is also why he knows *Reo* knows Nagi only gets fucked in one of their dorm rooms. ‘Their’ being Nagi or Reo themselves. Hyouma had long since tapped out of that one.

“You having fun, Missy?” Reo says, reaching for Hyouma’s cup. Hyouma lets him take it, mostly because it’s empty and it’s funny to watch Reo’s face flood with disappointment when nothing comes out.

“No. Can we go now?” He asks as Nagi drops his head onto Hyouma’s shoulder. Somewhat on instinct, Hyouma lifts a hand to card his fingers though the soft white fluff, earning a quiet hum of approval from the humanoid cat.

“We just got here,” Reo protests, grabbing two abandoned drinks from the table next to them. “Here. Just drink more, you’ll be fine.”

[luxsombra]

Stop Me When You've Had Enough

Fandom: Blue Lock (Manga)

Main Pairing: Itoshi Rin / Shidou Ryuusei

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 12k+

Tags: Soulmate AU, Canon Compliant, Manga Spoilers, Switch Dynamics

Summary:

Soulmates. Such a stupid fucking concept. Rin honestly thinks it’s fucking fake, anyway. See when soulmates find one another, there’s no visible mark, not physical change. It’s supposedly just a ‘feeling’ you get when you see your fated partner. A load of fucking horse shit is what Rin thinks about that. People will look for any sorry ass excuse to justify why their relationship is superior to all other relationships. Just say you’re in love and move on. No need to drag this damn ‘soulmates’ concept around. It has to be a cosmic fucking joke when his soulmate turns out to be Shidou fucking Ryuusei.

Read it on AO3

[luxsombra]

Chapter 5 preview:

Ko-Fi tips are always appreciated!

He wouldn’t say they’re cuddling. Rin would have never agreed to that. But Rin is stretched out across his bed, leaning back against the wall as his fingers card through blonde hair. Shidou’s between Rin’s legs, using one thigh as a pillow while the other leg is bent beside his head. They’d been like this for ten minutes or so now and neither seemed to be in a rush to change that.

“Hey, cockroach?”

Shidou twists himself around enough to catch Rin’s eye. “Why don’t you give me a cuter nickname? What about Teddy Bear?”

Rin rolls his eyes. “In your dreams. Now shut up. I have a question.”

Shidou, predictably, doesn’t shut up. “Ask away, Rin Rin.”

“Do you feel weird when we’re apart?” Rin hates how fucking soft that came out sounding, had intended for it to be much more nonchalant. But how else could he have worded it without being obvious?

“Not weird but I guess pissed off,” Shidou explains, settling back into what Rin assumes was the more comfortable position. “I started at least three fights with the Under 20 bros because I was just in a shit mood.”

“That sounds normal for you.”

“Nah. Normal is picking fights for fun. Being actually pissed off is so much less enjoyable.”

This feels like the most docile moment they’ve ever experienced with each other. Shidou’s being open with him and Rin feels the urge to give the same in return. He speaks up, focusing his gaze on the way Shidou’s hair fans out beneath his fingers.

“I feel this… nagging prickle in the back of my head.”

“Yeah! That’s it! And that’s what pisses me off.” Shidou’s head tips back until he’s looking at Rin upside down, his usual crazed grin on his face. Rin’s heart slams against his rib cage so hard, he’s positive Shidou can feel the vibration.

He’s so fucking content right now, dare he say, happy. He can’t even remember the last time he’d felt either of these emotions. What’s worse is he doesn’t seem to mind it near as much as he thought he would. It’s as terrifying as it is a breath of fresh air. He doesn’t know if he should hold it close to his chest or throw it as far as he can. And yet, he can’t bring himself to panic about it either. One look into the depths of magenta and everything goes quiet.

“I guess soulmates are a real thing after all, huh?” He more meant to keep that thought to himself, and yet, he doesn’t feel any regret towards Shidou hearing.

“What’s your beef with them anyway?” It’s not aggressive. It’s pure curiosity as Shidou turns and rolls onto his side, looking at Rin properly.

Rin’s quiet for a moment, trying to figure out the best way to articulate his thoughts in a coherent manner. Shidou waits silently, eyes never leaving the younger yet the gaze gives no pressure. Finally, Rin decides what he’s trying to say.

“I’m tired of always being half of a whole. I’m never allowed to just be me on my own. I’m either Sae’s little brother, or Isagi’s rival, or I guess now, your soulmate.”

Still Shidou watches him. It seems like he’s waiting for Rin to finish, because it’s only once Rin remains silent that he reaches out to give Rin’s calf a gentle shove.

“You’re whole on your own whether we’re soulmates or not. You don’t need me. You’d burn this world under your cleat with or without my help.”

It’s so strange to hear such words coming from Shidou. Sure, he barely knows the guy. Even since meeting him, they’d spent more time apart than together and yet still, Rin knows this side of him is not one Shidou allows the world to see. It feels like this is something special, just for him.

“Who knew you could be decent at life advice?”

Shidou visibly relaxes, apparently much more comfortable now that they are through the heavier mood.

“I’m decent at a lotta things. You’re just gonna have to learn for yourself, schmoopy.”

“Don’t call me that, idiot,” Rin says, kicking Shidou hard until he falls off the bed. A loud thud fills the air, followed by a grunt of pain just as Rin reaches over to hit the light switch on the wall beside his bed.

He isn’t sure what he expected, but it certainly wasn’t to feel Shidou’s arms close around his waist a moment later.

“Go to your own bed,” Rin says, trying to shrug him off. Shidou, of course, doesn’t budge.

“I spent two weeks unable to think about anything other than you. Gimme one night of relief, dammit.” Shidou speaks low, his lips brushing against the nape of Rin’s neck with each syllable. It’s intoxicating. More than that, Shidou has a point. He’s the most at peace he’s been in weeks. Why not give himself a few hours to enjoy it at least?

“And you said I’m the romantic,” he grumbles, shifting so they both have room. “One night. That’s it. This doesn’t mean we’re dating.”

Shidou’s only response is a soft hum.

[soohco]

[arctvros]

they’re “fighting” again