Doodles I Made For Hoshina Soushiro

Doodles I made for hoshina soushiro

Request: Short or Long if you want; but the Great 7 reaction to Overblot in this world and their counterparts Overblot?

The Blots vs The Seven

Only did the one available in the en version

Riddle Rosehearts/The Queen of Hearts

Horrific ink-stained roses formed from the strange blot that surrounded Riddle. As he floats up, ink overtakes him, giving him a new form. An ink covered dress went over his usual clothes, a black simmering crown rested on his head, and even more disturbing was the creature that seemed to lurk behind him.

[What is that?] The Queen of Hearts asks, horrified within your head. The ink monster took form, its inky figure taking on the likeness of the queen within your head. Its inky dress was patchy and its head was replaced with a glass heart, filled with a black substance. You swallowed and held your ground, getting into position to dodge an attack Riddle and that strange monster would throw at you.

You could feel the Queen of Hearts rage build within you, before disgust overtook. [What a horrific mockery of me!] The queen yells within your mind. [Rose, destroy it at once!] She commands, and then with a softer voice she whispers under her breath. [But be careful]

Leona Kingscholar/Scar

[Be prepared, cub] Scar snarled in your head as he glared at the sight in front of you, ink encompassing Leona and engulfing him whole before he emerged. With him a four-legged inky monster hovered around him before standing to the side of him.

It’s tail flickered side to side as the lionesque screature let out a shriek. [And strike him down.] Scars voice was eerily calm, his face showed pure focus and nothing more. You couldn’t help but obey as the cackle of hyenas in your head laughed maniacally as they emerged, ready to fight with you.

Azul Ashengrotto/Ursula and the Eels

Ursula's face dropped at the sight. [Careful Angelfish, a cornered octomer can become quite dangerous…] You know she must be speaking from experience by the tone of her voice. [Boss! He’s transforming!] The eels whispered

Before your eyes, the man emerged from ink, tendrils swaying in a deadly rhythm. Behind him, another Octomer emerged, warped, and twisted into the image of your mother. The seven whispered amongst themselves as the creature lifted its trident. [That's it, get ready boys, were taking this thing down.]

Jamil Viper/Jafar

“I WILL BE FREE!” You pitied Jamil as he blotted. He was absolutely right for it too. He did deserve to be free, to no longer serve Kalim. What was terrifying is how absolutely right he was. Even more terrifying is how similar his story was to your fathers. Should you… Should you let him win? [No, child.] Jafar speaks in your mind. [He will die in this state.]

You could only stare as he transformed into a form eerily similar to you father, along with a new monster emerging from behind dressed exactly like him, the only difference being the inky bottle that makes up its head. [Defeat him, diamond. And free him.]

Vil Shoenheit/Queen Grimhilde.

[Is that supposed to be… me?] The feminine voice sneered with disdain. The beautiful man before you floated amongst the ink that surrounded him, the monster behind him holding him up as it snarled at you.

[What a mockery!] The Evil Queen spoke coldly as she stared down the beast that was nearly an exact clone of her body, with a terribly warped face. [Child, I demand you destroy them at once for their insolence!] She tutted, [And because they dare to threaten you as well…]

Captains and a Kaiju ✨

My Girl{T.S}

Part 2 of ?(UNEDITED)

Where a young, innocent woman moves to Small Heath unaware of the dangerous men lurking about the city.

The day after Adeline arrived she went out in search of a job in order to support herself. She had brought her life saving to Small Heath but she quickly realized that would only last about a month.

She arrived at a small shop called “Lesa’s Tailoring” before popping inside to see if she could find the owner of the establishment. Based on the name she assumed she should be looking for a woman when she spotted a middle aged man sorting through the racks of high end looking clothing.

“Excuse me sir, do you happen to know where the owner might be?” Adeline softly asked the man before he looked up at her.

“I own this place. What’ya need darling?” The man said in a thick Birmingham accent.

“Oh! I was just wondering if you were currently employing people, I just moved here and I’m really good at sewing all sorts of things I’ve gots lots of practice.” Adeline spoke not entirely properly due to not having schooling whilst growing up.

“Well you seem nice enough. I’ll let you work for a couple of days if I like what’cha do then I’ll hire ya” The man said as he studied her face for a reaction.

“Thank you! Oh thank you mister! My names Adeline Levine and I can really whenever you like.” The girl said white a bright smile that took up most her face.

“Tomorrow be here at 8. I’ll walk you through all the procedures of how to deal with the costumers and stuff. My names Fred Brown by the way.” The man said as he stood up from he’s kneeling position and then put his hand out for the girl to shake.

Adeline quickly put her much smaller hand onto his before shaking it and excusing herself out the shop.

Once on the street she began briskly walking back to her apartment with a Sargent smile still lingering on her face.

•••

The next day at the shop went well she learned how to take orders and measure customers for their clothes. She quickly learned that she enjoyed being around the man she worked for he was hard working and kind to her.

Fred and Adeline made small talk as he counted money and she swept the floors at closing time before he called her over and handed her a portion of the money from the register.

“I thought I wasn’t getting paid not till I was officially hired at least.” She said while glancing between him and the money in her hand with confusion.

“Well, I’ve decided you’re hired. You’ll work everyday but Wednesdays and Sundays- the shops closed on those days.” He said while holding the door open while she scurried out and watched him lock it.

“I’ll be here to work then.” The much shorter girl stated as she smiled up at him.

She wished him a good night before walking back to her apartment pridefully.

•••

The first official day of her working came quickly and she headed to the shop. As she was walking she took her time, having left early, observing her the city that somehow gave her hope at a change in life.

The walk was short to the shop and as she got there she noticed Fred was already in the shop getting ready to open.

“Morning Mr. Brown!” Adeline said to him before hanging up her coat and squatting down to get out the sewing material she would need for the day.

“Morning kid.” He said to her as he nodded his head to acknowledge her.

It was growing closer to closing time for the shop so Adeline began sweeping the floor as she hummed a song when the bell on the door rang, signaling that a customer walked in.

“Hello, what would you be needing today?” Adeline asked while still sweeping the floor not looking at the customer yet.

“Pickup for a suit.” The man stated in a monotone voice as she put the broom against the wall and dusted her hands on her skirt before glancing up at the distinguished man.

“Alright. What’s the name the suit is under and i find it for you.” Adeline said while sending a bright smile to the attractive man.

“The names Shelby.” The man told her as he glanced at his pocket watch before sighing and watching her walk to the corner and softly grabbing a suit from the crowded rack.

“Okay, Mr. Shelby that’ll be a pound for the tailoring.

He raised a questioning eyebrow at the gleaming girl due to him not used to being asked to pay for things because of his status in Small Heath.

“Do ya’ know who I am love?” He asked her as he continued to analyze her facial expressions.

“I know that you’re a Shelby as you told me that the name your suit is under. I am not sure exactly who you are I just moved here a week ago I’m not yet familiar with many people here.” The girl stated confused and upset with the tone he spoke to her in.

“Well that’s alright love, I’ll pay for the tailorings then.” He told her as he pulled out a wad of money from his coat pocket.

Just as the man was about to hand her a pound Fred walked in from the back of the store and rushed to the counter as soon as he noticed Thomas Shelby paying for his tailoring.

“Oi’ Mr. Shelby” Fred said as he swiftly pushed Adeline softly away from the counter.

“I apologize for the inconvenience you can keep your money she is new she doesn’t know people from the town yet.” Mr.Brown quickly spoke in a worried tone.

“Adeline anyone by the name Shelby doesn’t pay for tailorings remember that.” He softly scolded the girl behind him.

“It’s alright Mr. brown, the suit looks good she can keep the pound as a tip.” The Shelby man stated as he put the money on the counter and briskly walked away leaving Adeline slightly embarrassed and startled by the interaction.

•••

@mamawiggers1980 @perfectwinnermoon

An old Hoshi sketch (that I updated recently) totally forgot about it 🤭💜

THIS IS AMAZING! I CAN'T WAIT FOR NEXT CHAPTERS! LOVE ITTTT♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

┆彡 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋

Chapter one

HAJIME UMEMIYA X READER

It was extremely out of place to see an unconscious boy around your age. Anyone would have to be a fool to deny that it was more than odd and horrifying to see an unconscious body.

You felt your back start to sweat, it would be scum of you to leave a person that's unconscious to the hurt of this world. It was still fairly bright outside so you questioned how this person even ended up like this in the first place.

But still, you couldn't leave him there.

Upon walking into shadowed area, you felt a stench of nervousness beginning to find it's way to inflict worry in your brain. The senseless body before didn't move a muscle as you began approaching the lifeless boy.

As you got closer, you took note of his features; a lanky-tall body, wispy long hair that fell to his shoulders, and sharp features amongst his eyes and long nose. He gave the image of a first-year.

'He's extremely lean, even so, I can still see few of his muscles point out...' Your mind lingered away as you scanned his body up and down.

You crouched down and placed your shoulder bag on the ground as you put your hand on the boy's arm. You pushed his body gently to make him lay on his back, doing so, his eyebrows and eyes began to twitch.

The look on his face made you panic.

Backing away in a flash, you stumbled a few steps behind as you watched the boy emerge from his slumber. Now you felt it.

The feeling of an itching sensation of gaudiness began to light fire in your head. You felt like running, but to your surprise, you swallowed a thick load of saliva and stood your ground.

"Aah—" You stuttered. Your eyes continuously blinked at the image of the navy-haired male slowly erupting from his lifeless body to a now annoyed sensation.

It wasn't like you—to be found in a hectic situation like this. Could you even call it hectic? Probably not but still, this whole circumstance was able to turn all your gears to spin at an extremely fast rate.

The boy sat up, clutching the side of his head in pain with angered eyes. You heard him hiss when he felt the droplets of blood escaping from the thin layer of skin.

"Um..." Your voice was barely a whisper but the teenager in front of you caught your presence. He stared back at you with that same scowl but once he took a good look at you, it soften to a look of confusion.

Your body jolted at the harsh stare he shot you. He ultimately took notice of your jumpiness but seemed to not have cared. He stayed silent and only remained looking at you.

"...Do you need help?" You asked inquisitively.

He blinked at your offer.

"No."

A gut wrenching silence engulfs the two of you. You knew he was faking his toughness and he knew you saw right through him.

You blinked right back at him.

Your eyes travelled across his figure again. The multiple scratches and wounds on his face, the rips on his white shirt, dirtied up hands, and disheveled hair made you narrow your brows in confusion. Was he being serious?

Your stare on his face eventually made him look away with a tint of blush hiding on his cheeks in defeat.

"...Yes."

After helping up the tardy teenage boy, you found yourself walking with him to the nearest convenience store when he had told you he needed to buy treatments for wounds. After having a short conversation with him, you learned that his name was Kyotaro Sugishita. And indeed, he was first-year as you assumed. He learned that you attended the High school down from Furin and you were a third-year student.

You immediately recognized the famous Furin uniform that he wore. The High school was not too far from the one you attended and you even came across some fables of the delinquents serving justice for your town's sake. Even so, you couldn't be bothered to keep up with the school's stories they kept making.

"Don't speak much either?" You spoke softly as the two of you left the convenience store. Throughout your first instance with this random guy, you quickly came into terms he was quiet, stubborn, and funky; in the way he walked.

You held rolls of bandages and antiseptic wound cleaners in your arms while staring at the boy from the corner of your eyes. For some reason, you didn't feel as nervous when speaking to him, especially the fact that this was the first time you two met, you liked the way his personality was almost to the equivalent of yours.

He looked back at you with a blank expression and nods.

You hum.

"I need to go back to Furin." He says.

You raised your brows at the unexpected reply. "But your wounds..." Your voice barely came out as a whisper.

This time he looked at you from the corner of his eyes.

"...Come with me then."

Your mouth gaped at the sudden invite, "Is that really okay? I don't even attend the sch—"

"Come."

You stood in front of the graffitied High school in shambles, if you weren't feeling scared earlier, you were now beyond terrified to enter the school. It never really clicked in your head that a school of delinquents that focused on fighting would have a normal building. You've never come across the school till now and the moment you were able to witness the sheer size of it, it sent you off to another planet.

The sight of four floors and a rooftop was more than intimidating along with the excessive amounts of vandalism and green vines that grew over the walls in the cracks of the building. You took notice of the numerous roots that emerged from the top of the school accompanied by the random sprouts of bushes.

Sugishita continued walking forward up the steps to the doors and momentarily pushed them open and waited for you to come in.

You could practically feel your heart beating out of your chest upon entering the front doors. You thought the insides would be more nicer.

It surely was not.

"Uh, Sugishita is this really—" Before you could even speak on further, the tall-lanky boy began to walk towards the stairs without much thought. You hesitated to follow before running after him.

You convinced yourself to be lucky that school had ended about an hour ago, so luckily, Furin seemed to be empty each time you commenced to another floor. The stairs were echoey and had an ominous feeling as you soon realized the arts of graffiti continued to every single wall.

He was silent the entire time, the both of you probably exchanged a max of ten words by the time you made it to your destination.

By now, your hands and body were extremely sweaty. You could feel your heart jumping out of your chest when his long arms reached for the metal doors and pushed them open allowing the blazing sun beat down on your face when the both of you entered the roof.

From where you stood, the rooftop of Furin was something much more different than you had imagined.

Instead of the horrendous amount of graffiti scattered everywhere, it was rather kept clean and you soon realized where the roots had come from.

As you stepped onto the roof, your eyes stared in amazement at the widowed tree that grew at the top of the school and managed to adapt it's roots to grow against the concrete walls.

"Hey!! Sugishita you made it!" A cherry voice called out loud.

Your head shot back at where Kyotaro had brought you.

He never mentioned he would be bringing you to new people.

Your eyes widened at the sight of three other high school boys around his age.

'Ahh...' You mentally began to cry in your head as an image of yourself with fake tears crowded your thoughts. 'It's over for me...'

The three boys were sitting under a shed that had vines all over it, in the middle stood a wooden square bench with four plank seats on each side.

"Oh? And it seems like he brought a girl?" The boy with an eye-patch commented when he noticed your presence.

Approaching the table, your nerves couldn't handle the amount of thoughts that kept spewing from your head when you stood stupidly beside Sugishita. On the other hand, he looked almost bored.

That's when you noticed each of them were equally all roughed up like he was.

"Who're you?" The guy in the middle said. You took note of his oddly coloured black and white hair and golden eyes.

You cursed at Sugishita for not telling you in advance he was bringing you to other people you didn't know of.

As you approached the table awkwardly, you placed down the numerous rolls of bandages and liquids of hydrogen peroxide, antiseptics, medical tape, and padding wounds.

The navy-haired boy sat at the table right away and didn't even bother to introduce you to the others as you stood there awkwardly.

Thankfully, the other three were more interested about your presence.

"I've never seen you before..." A boy with bright blonde hair looked at you curiously. Looking at his face, scratches and wounds were found all over his arms and neck. From the sidelines, the lanky boy began to fiddle with the treatments he had paid for but made you carry.

"Perhaps you are Sugishita's girlfriend?" The one with the eyepatch said. You failed to notice how the one with the black and white hair jumped at his accusation. While the boy in the question didn't even bat an eye.

"Er— No..." You said awkwardly looking away.

"I apologize for intruding..." You bowed your head slightly making the three look at each other weirdly.

They returned your gaze back to you and completely ignored the way the navy-haired male was struggling to figure out how to clean up his own wounds.

"There's no need to apologize."

"Right, we were just curious on who you were. We've never seen you is all!"

"G..girl...friend?"

You began to mumble when your eyes winced at the way the first-year boy broke the cap of the antiseptic bottle causing the three of them to turn their attention to his. The liquid began to spill making the blonde one out of the three whine at him.

The one with the eye patch sighed at the wasted cleanser while the black and white haired boy began to insult hm.

You didn't know why you were still there.

"[Name] right?" Nirei shut one of his eyes as you held one of the cotton pads to the side of his cheek after cleaning it with hydrogen peroxide.

You hummed in agreement. After offering to help the four of them, each of you introduced yourself to one another. You soon realized that this group of boys were in the same class as Sugishita and had been on patrol earlier leading up to the state they were in. But still, you were wondering why Sugishita was found unconscious in the middle of a random alleyway when you stumbled across him.

"Yes?" You questioned back plainly before taking a piece of the medical tape and placing it on the cotton pad.

"[Name] huh..." He repeated again as you turned away to treat Sakura's wound on the tip of his right brow.

He jumped when you got close to him.

"That's weird, I've never heard about you before...." Nirei continued looking up at the ceiling of the shed. Suo smiled.

"Is it because you don't do well with women?" He chimed in with a kind grin.

"What! No!"

You remained silent the entire time, not feeling as imitated as before once you learned that they were also first-years. Compared to you, being a third-year had it's many perks.

"Say [Name], what school do you go to?" The blonde-haired boy asked as Sakura stared back at you with wide eyes and a red face as you began dabbing the cotton ball of cleanser on his dry bloodied wound.

"Hikari High."

The other three listened inquisitively.

You focused on Sakura after answering Nirei's question. One thing you knew right away, the boy you were dealing with now was the most difficult of them all. You were able to clean up Sugishita, Suo, and Nirei's most prominent wounds with very little trouble but as soon as you got to the black and white-haired boy, you could tell he was more nervous than you've probably ever been, and he did a terrible job at hiding that.

"Please stop moving." You warned him removing the cotton ball away, "I don't want to accidentally hurt you."

His eyes shot away from yours, "I-I'm not moving!"

"Yes you are." Suo objected.

"SHUT IT!"

There were very few times where you would be annoyed, somehow, this was one of the very few times. A small sigh of irritation left your lips when you stood up and walked behind him as a last resort. The others questioned what you were doing until your hands reached over his body and you began to treat his wounds from there.

"Is this better?" You asked.

You somehow made it worse.

"Y-yes!" He yelled loudly making everyone snicker at his reaction.

The atmosphere the four of them perceived was easygoing. You didn't even notice the way you quickly grew comfortable to their company which you usually do not see yourself doing. It was supposed to be another bland day of school as nothing big never goes on in your life. It was the first time you felt something remotely interest happen to you and seeing that you found yourself in the most infamous High school of where you lived, nobody would have believed that someone like you managed to climb your way up here.

They continued to converse with each other as you continued cleaning on Sakura's wounds, mostly Nirei, Suo, and Sakura since you learned Sugishita fell into the categories of the less talkative people. They didn't mind that it was mostly them speaking. They quickly learned you were possibly shy coming across newer people.

Having been so caught up with the new group of people you met, the sounds of the metallic doors opening caused you to jump on spot.

All of your attentions were not directed towards where the sound came from, to your disbelief, a pair of two older guys walked in and turned to where you stood.

The strange strands of grey hair flowed gently in the wind when his eyes met with the group of people already at the rooftop before him. He hadn't noticed the the display of people upon entering at first, too caught up on his thoughts of worry and concern and so the moment he came across an unfamiliar feminine face, his ocean blue eyes stared back into yours with a hint of curiosity completely forgetting about the others that he originally came to see.

You stared back at him in shock, already taking note of how much matured he looked. Well defined features, bulky muscles, and sharp features on his face made you realize he was someone about your age now. You couldn't see him in detail due to the distance that separated the both you, but when he realized he had been caught in a gaze in the depths of your eyes, he failed to shake out of it as curiosity began to shape in his head.

'Who is she?'

Chapter two