#lil nerds

[lucielangel]

NISHIKI NISHIO AND MINORU KANESHIRO!!!!!

I tried the best I could of drawing Nini, and I didn’t have space for both hands of Minoru’s kagune

[bezzpez]

"Nico Nico Nii"

[kenconffetti]

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[chaosbastards]

The girl was silent as she walked inside the bar, Wilson staying in front of her. The man sat down on a stool, grabbing the bandages from behind the bar. 

He raised an eyebrow, letting the girl sit as he handed her the bandages.  “Are you able to do it yourself?” “Si- Yea, I’m alright.. thanks a lot..” She mumbled, wrapping her hand carefully as Wilson nodded.  “.. What’s your name, kiddo-? If you want to, that is-”  “Lucia- It’s Lucia, mister..?” Wilson nodded at that, smiling softly.  “Wilson.” 

“Dad, have you--” Peter popped his head in, going quiet. Wilson looked over at the doorway, raising an eyebrow.  “Hm?”  “Oh- if you’re busy, sorry..” The boy hummed, waving softly at Lucia.  “It’s fine-! What’s up-” Wilson turned, thinking.  “I.. I was gonna ask about going out with you, but you’re busy-” 

Lucia was silent, keeping her eyes down as the two talked.  “... You doin’ alright, kiddo?” Wilson’s voice was soft as she looked up, nodding quickly.  “Oh- Sorry, I don’t think I introduced myself, for what it’s worth..” Peter smiled, waving at Lucia as she smiled right back.  “Lucia-”  “Peter.. Müller-” “Diaz-” 

The two smiled softly, Peter fidgeting with his hair. Wilson’s fingers tapped suddenly against the bar, getting up. 

“C’mon you two, Lucia’s got a home, y’know-” Wilson huffed, Peter nodding. “oh- yes, yea sorry- Sorry about that..”  “‘s alright-! Don’t worry about it, feel free to come over whenever.. we have nothin’ better to do-” Peter piped up, smiling softly. 

Lucia nodded at that, shrugging as she grabbed her things. 

“Is tomorrow night alright..?”  “Oh- yea, yea that’s fine!” The teen smiled, nodding as he waved. 

[dotrousersmatter]

Itchy and QBall: Otp

[jadedpuppet]

OOC

Post!Puppet Arthur @ Puppet: “...but don’t you think he’s really squishy and cute? Come on, I know you think he is~” *makes lil grabby hands*

Puppet: *SCREAMS AT LOUDLY* "N O!!! SH UT UP!!!!!!"

[brindleberry]

I keep finding really nice photos of the hats that I’ve never seen before

[katrinawritesthings]

Jonghyun/Taemin; Resourceful; PG

25 Day Spring Challenge: Day 23: In Season Food (aka jong goes on a not-so-voluntary baking kick) ((also look at these shity stickers i wasted three days making))

Taemin barely makes it out from the bedroom with five minutes to spare before noon, but he is up and out before noon, so he can’t be faulted for anything. He pushes his shower wet hair out of his face and wiggles his pants more up his hips as he walks. Jonghyun’s in the kitchen already; maybe he’s hungry and will make a combination of lunch and breakfast so Taemin won’t have to cook. Taemin thinks he’s already cooking something, though, as he rounds the corner and peers curiously at their counters. Smells like cake.

“Are you baking?” he asks, finding Jonghyun standing over the baking tray with a knife. Jonghyun looks up with a little grin.

“Yeah,” he says. “C’mere and hold this for me.” He scoots to the side and Taemin scoots next to him, peering down with interest. He’s got a sheet cake in there and is attempting to hold down a circle tupperware lid to use as a stencil. Taemin presses it down for him and watches as he cuts out the circle.

“Layer cake?” he asks, moving the lid to the next empty portion of cake when Jonghyun nods.

“With strawberries,” he says happily. Taemin gasps. He fucking loves strawberries. He’s so pumped for this cake. He sneaks his hand in to pluck a tiny piece off of their second circle, but Jonghyun gives his hand a sharp tap with the flat site of the knife. “No,” he says sternly. “This one’s for Jinki. And Kibum, I guess.” He moves the lid to a third area and Taemin pouts for several reasons. His hand hurts, Jonghyun was making a cake for Jinki without him, and--

“This one?” he asks. Like, this one specifically, implying that there’s more than just the one? Jonghyun nods.

“Yeah. Ours is setting up in the fridge. I did it first so I’d have some practise so I wouldn’t fuck up Jinki’s. And because I knew you’d want to decorate his.”

“Oh,” Taemin says slowly. Jonghyun moves his hands so he can cut a fourth and final circle; once he’s done, Taemin goes to look in the fridge where the admittedly sloppy looking cake is firming up. And also like, smothered in strawberries. Taemin raises an amused brow, reaching in to poke some frosting off of the side.

“I wanna make an orange bundt cake later, too,” Jonghyun says from where he’s carefully separating his cake circles from the scraps. “Do you want breakfast? I can make us fruit smoothies and I put together some apricot-kiwi parfaits earlier.” He sounds so bright and cheery about it all. Taemin snorts, closing the fridge and shaking his head fondly.

“I told you you bought too much fruit at that market,” he says. Jonghyun doesn’t reply immediately other than with pouty lips and pink-tinged cheeks. Taemin won’t give him shit for it, though. It’s not like he’s never done the same and had to figure out how to use it all before everything goes bad.

“Help me stack these all up and then I’ll make us some real food before we decorate it,” Jonghyun says. He picks up the baking tray and carries it to the table, stopping off halfway to offer Taemin one of the scrap pieces of cake. Taemin takes it gratefully.

“I’ve always kinda wanted to do that thing where you cut orange slices like, between the membranes,” he says, wiggling his fingers to demonstrate. They have oranges to spare a couple of fuckups with. And it’ll probably go great next to banana pancakes.