#idolfell

[nekojaf]

Been a bit since I've drawn Star.

[bombhero]

Day 7 of drawing BNHA characters on my wall - I couldn’t do this one without breaking out the colored chalk. Miss Joke just doesn’t look right unless she’s as bright as possible!

[helsaiwa]

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send me a 🌹 and i’ll gush abt you !

         PAAAAAIGE. ily paige !! some of the stuff you’ve written over on all might has had me in TEARS from laughing so hard. you just — wow. you have a way with knowing how to make him so funny ic. and the dedication you have to him is so admirable !! I really really love how you change the text color depending on the moods he is feeling??? that is something i rly rly love about your portrayal. but you just got him spot on !! i love it !!! and on this blog !!! Im —- WOW. so many exclamation points in this gush fest bc !!! you write all your muses with dedication and care and have really captured their voices in a way that is so believable and i just wanna interact with them all bc i love them so much. djflksjfksdjf thank you for gracing my dash ( again ), and i’m glad that we’re writing together xoxo

[bombhero]

@idolfell​ sent :  Shinso's hiding up in the rafters when he clicks on the voice modulator. The voice of choice? Bakugo's mother. Hopefully Midoriya's prank doesn't backfire. He'll have to move quickly after reciting the line. "Katsuki, you little shit! You are in so much fucking trouble when I find your ass!”

            -- the very first response in a sharp, visceral fear; not for one’s life, of course, or the kind one would feel in the heat of battle, but rather the fear of harsh reprimand. It was the kind of apprehension that only a child whose parent just called them by their full name could comprehend. It was like having a thousand ice cubes stuffed down the back of his shirt all at once. He practically jumped out of his skin at the familiar bellow of his given name in that harrowing intonation, and his hands immediately abandoned their hold on the vacuum cleaner in favor of flying up to protect the tender crown of his head out of sheer instinct. His knees buckle in a crouch and his shoulders hunch in self defense, his gaze darting about the room in a frantic search -- but to no avail. He had definitely heard that ornery old hag, there was no mistake -- but he can’t friggin’ see her! 

            ❝ – what the fuck ... ❞ He half whispers, hesitating to holler back with his usual gusto for fear that she might actually be there, and his retaliative yell would lead her right to him and provide her the precise coordinates to come kick his ass at. What the hell did he do this time?? And how was it bad enough to warrant her coming all the way down here to Heights Alliance to scold him about it?? Not relishing the notion of finding out, he immediately makes a beeline out of the common room -- only to backpedal once he’d hit the hallway. ......wait a fucking minute. That bitch was supposed to be in Okinawa right now with his old man premiering a new line. She’d sent him a fucking post card just the day before! 

            Suspicion and rage brewing like a steaming cup of malcontent, he turns and marches straight back into the common room -- just in time to see that goddamn mind control creep from C class descending from the rafters with what he could only assume was a shit-eating grin on behind that fancy, voice-modulating mask of his. The blond’s expression twists into a smile that drips sadism, his fingers flexed out from his palms and firing off a cacophony of tiny explosions to warn the other of his impending doom, like a rattlesnake shaking its tail -- or a wolf bearing its teeth in a growl.

            ❝ – betcha think that was pretty clever, huh? Let’s see what a fucking laugh riot you are when they’re CLEANING YOUR GUTS OFF THE CARPET, ASSHOLE !!! ❞