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my Teen Wolf Rare Pair Exchange gift for evolfoalrig who gave me some lovely prompts to choose from.
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i can finally post this here even though I slipped on the anon part when I signed the last page. I was on auto when I did it. I am a goof.
Teddy, what's the matter?
Drawing made with water-soluble pastels, watercolous graphite pencils, ink pencils, and watercolour pencils.
cw ✩ ˖ ݁ . domestic abuse (reader is married). zombie apocalypse au. mentions of blood + bruises. violence. death
you and sukuna ryomen had spoken twice before all hell broke loose.
the first time was in front of the elevators — you held an ice pack to your bruised eye, gentle smile on your face despite your predicament as you softly waved at his kid brother, who smiled wide at you, one of his front teeth missing.
“what happened to your face, miss?”
he had smacked him ever so lightly on the back of his head, caused him to yelp out an ouchie, ‘kuna!
“you don’t ask ladies that, brat.”
but your smile had grown, happy to have a conversation. “it’s okay,” you had told them, looking from the tall stranger then to his child. “i’m just really clumsy. i ran into a door.”
the elevator dinged and sukuna ryomen had a feeling you were lying.
the second time was on the roof of the apartment building, late into the night, no adorable toothless kid in sight. your lip was busted that time around.
he was on his second cigarette when you popped up.
“want one?” he inhaled, savored the smoke, exhaled.
“no, thank you. my husband isn’t a fan of the smell — so i should probably leave.” you had laughed, every bit melancholic and unsure.
he figured out the reason of your bruised eye and bloody lip that night.
without hesitation, he dropped the remaining half of his cigarette and stepped on it with his boot.
you were a little dazed, stuck in place.
to have a stranger do something kind for you.
“is,” you cleared your throat almost awkwardly, “is your son already asleep?”
“he’s my brother,” he had shoved his hands into the pockets of his coat, let out a puff of winter air. “his name’s yuuji. i’m sukuna. we live in 104.”
you had told him your name. apartment 107. the fact you only —
“don’t take care of that kid. what’s he to you?”
your husband sits across from you a few feet away, elbows resting on his knees, bottle of beer in hand.
you sit next to a sleeping yuuji, hand brushing his pink hair away from his face — you had made sure to clean all the grime from his chubby cheeks with a baby wipe. had fed him a portion of your food. had put him to sleep as his older brother looked for supplies on the upper floors.
“he doesn’t have to be anything of me. he’s a child that needs to be taken care of.”
your husband tsks and stands, throws his beer bottle to the side, makes you wince.
“don’t,” he grabs your forearm roughly, makes you stand up. “take care of the fuckin’ kid.”
you grit your teeth. “don’t touch me.”
your husband laughs before sukuna ryomen appears — grabs him by the collar of his shirt and drags him away from the room on the first floor you started occupying after the infection spread.
he throws your husband on the ground rather roughly, straddles him and throws a nasty punch to the side of his face — another to his nose, mouth, the other side of his head. then, he looses coordination and punches aimlessly — until your husband’s face is disfigured and gushing blood.
“didn’t you fucking hear her, scum?”
you stare with your mouth agape, tears brimming your eyes as you watch sukuna’s grey shirt get stained red.
when he’s done, he turns to you.
you can’t help but to see him as a knight. a savior.
“thank you,” you throw yourself into his arms, sob uncontrollably into his chest. wrap your arms around his body tightly. “thank you, sukuna.”
his hesitancy is palpable, until he slowly wraps his arms around you. mouth dry, knuckles busted and aching as his adrenaline subsides. as he’s wrapped in a blanket of comfort. softness. the faint smell of you.
he swallows and the truth hits his stomach — he’s willing to do anything for you.
REPLACEFACE
Based out of the UK, artist Steve Payne is the brainchild behind the project entitled REPLACEFACE. Payne takes digital copies of the works of English painter George Dawe (get your Art History learn on if you don’t know who that is!) to literally swap the heads of the original subjects with the heads of contemporary celebrities.
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This pathetic triangle is down Bad
Steve always felt like an outsider.
He knew from a young age he was different from the other kids. The other kids in his class giggled about kisses and cooties, Steve had no desire for these things. The other boys in his class didn't look at the other girls and want to wear their pretty dresses. The other kids didnt sneak into their mom's bathroom and put on lipstick.
The other kids weren't different.
As Steve grew up he felt even more different. Tommy had a girlfriend now, Steve got one because Tommy said he was a queer otherwise, Steve's dad taught him he didn't want to be one of those.
Steve felt nothing when he was kissed, the girls were nice but the only thing he liked was the lipstick they'd leave behind on his lips.
Maybe he was queer, he whispered as such to Tommy one night, Tommy kissed him, he felt nothing.
"Maybe you just need to find the right girl."
Maybe Tommy was right.
Nancy Wheeler should've been the right girl. She was perfect, smart, kind, beautiful. He loved Nancy but he still felt nothing when she kissed him, maybe Nancy was right, he was bullshit, he couldn't even love right.
Steve loved Robin, Robin was different to Nancy maybe she was the right girl. She wasn't but Robin would use Steve to practice painting nails and let him borrow her sweaters. Robin gave him soft pink Chapstick and told him mascara made his eyes look pretty. Robin told him it's ok to feel like a girl sometimes cause sometimes they felt like a boy. Stevie felt like herself with Robin.
Eddie was different, he wasn't a girl but he made Stevie feel alive. Not at first though. Steve hated him, thought he was stealing her kids. Then he saved Dustin, then they talked a lot in the hospital, then Eddie stayed with him while he recovered, then Eddie kept staying, then months past then Stevie had a nightmare, then Eddie called him Stevie and Steve corrected Eddie that it was a Steve day and all Eddie did was smile and nod, then they started sharing a bed cause they felt safer that way, then Steve woke up one day and he felt the feelings everyone had told him about for years.
"Oh."
Steve wasn't broken she was just different. Kissing Eddie felt right that morning and every morning after.