Lucy

26 y/o | writer | artist | lazy af | posts something every three years

[wirbelstuermchen]

Just two rivals who look each other in the eyes for a little too long.

This was supposed to be the cover of a fanfiction, but I’ll probably never write it.

[wirbelstuermchen]

Since I will never write the fanfiction and have also dropped the idea of a comic, at least I drew the follow-up. Maybe they are something more than rivals after all ;)

[phaeroh]

A comic doodle from @wirbelstuermchen fanfic Stiller Sturm, I like this disaster duo.

Yes, I read it with google translate

[wirbelstuermchen]

I just found a really old picture of chibi Kyoya. The lines and the shading are terrible, but somehow I still find it quite cute.

[wirbelstuermchen]

Just two rivals who look each other in the eyes for a little too long.

This was supposed to be the cover of a fanfiction, but I'll probably never write it.

[wirbelstuermchen]

It's snowing and I couldn't help but think of a certain Legendary Blader. 

[ladyryukyo]

You could also write something about Kyoya/Chris. Or do I have to post cool pictures of them first and write all the stories about them myself? :D

of course i've been planning to write something for kyoya and chris, you know i love them 👀👀 but none of that is close to finished so here is something small just for you heh 💛

chris is obsessed with kyoya's hair. it starts small and innocuous enough, chris catching himself staring at the way kyoya's special move blows his hair out of his face, revealing his tense jaw and eyes set in determination. the strong gusts of wind loosen his low ponytail but kyoya doesn't seem to mind, letting long strands of hair whip into his face while his gaze is fixed on the bey battle in the arena before him. orion and leone crash together in an explosion that bathes kyoya in sharp, bright white light, his lips parting in a cutting grin that is almost feral, canines bared.

chris doesn't even realize that he notices this but when he's lying in bed that night, the image haunts his thoughts and he keeps tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. every time he forces himself to shove the image out of his brain, his mind wanders back to it after a few minutes and the cycle starts anew.

in the morning, chris is exhausted and dizzy and in a shitty mood and he keeps. thinking. about. kyoya's. stupid. hair. and the way it framed kyoya's face in wild, untamed locks by the time his ponytail had loosened almost completely due to the lion gale force wall pulling and tearing at it with unrestrained strength. the more chris thinks about it (and he thinks about it a lot), he realizes that he really wants to run his fingers through that hair. he wonders if it's as soft as it looks and if kyoya uses special products to get it that way.

once he realizes where his thoughts have turned, chris' eyes widen as he feels the unfamiliar sensation of his face heating up. he instinctively crumples up the piece of paper he's been holding, squeezing it in his hands until it suddenly rips in two. fortunately, no one at the wbba headquarters pays him any mind, aside from hikaru who eyes him suspiciously from the other side of the room. chris ignores her because he knows that she doesn't have the time to check on him anyway, her schedule always packed to the last minute.

the more often he catches himself thinking about this, the more annoyed he gets. his coworkers avoid him for most of the day like they can sense his worsening mood from a distance which suits him just fine. he goes home with a headache and a frown that has possibly been permanently carved onto his face.

he does not like kyoya's hair. he does not want to touch it or play with it or braid it (badly and unevenly) and he definitely does not want kyoya to lean into his touch and make little noises of contentment that will remind chris of the pleased purr of a cat. he does not like kyoya's hair and he does not like kyoya and-

chris comes to an abrupt halt in the middle of the sidewalk. a pedestrian swears at him when they almost crash right into him and others walk around him while glaring at him for obstructing the way. but chris doesn't really notice any of that, his mind too overcome with the realization that just blew his whole world view slightly out of proportion.

shit. he likes kyoya, doesn't he?

[mermaryseewitch-blog]

My boyfriend and and I are moving together and I‘m having an identical crisis because my ironman-shampoobottle does not fit into the boxes so now I‘m carrying him like my little baby

[wirbelstuermchen]

You're crazy and that's why I love you ❤

[wirbelstuermchen]

A tribute to Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow. She is my favourite female Marvel character and as a child I always wanted to be as strong and beautiful as she was. After Endgame I love her even more, although she broke my heart. She fought and sacrificed so much.