10 twenty

hey. all concerts are good concerts but sign me the FUCK up for small venue concerts over big arena concerts any day

Lazy Artist Confession #1: The wavy hair looked better.

Lazy Artist Confession #2: glasses are annoying to draw.

Lazy Artist Confession #3: The logo looked easier to draw than the other one.

Hope ya’ll like girl baby yuuri despite him being in his twenties :’D (10 brownie pts if you can guess who my reference was * v *)

One of the many unexpected consequences of fame is that you become a magnet for indiscriminate dreams, hopes, madness and delusions. Its corollary is that you are always disappointing people. Once you become famous, you are always shattering dreams you never encouraged, withdrawing help you never volunteered, and breaking promises you never made.
—  Feel - Robbie Williams by Chris Heath

Get To Know Me: (2/10) Favorite Bands » Twenty One Pilots.

“Don’t give up, push through the droughts. Channel the inevitable disappointments back into your craft. Break molds, think, create. But most importantly, stay alive. And in the meantime, make it about others; that seems to work. Stay strong, live on and power to the local dreamer.”


Gonna combine these; hope you two don’t mind! I can definitely relate a bit to this S/O. ;_; Thank you for the requests! Enjoy!


Cramped. It was entirely too cramped in the petite Hawaiian hotel room, due to the unintended addition of Ann, Ryuji, and S/O. Akira wasn’t disconcerted in the least, and Mishima was so preoccupied with his cell phone that he completely ignored the boisterous visitors.

“My roommate bailed on me for his girlfriend who, uh, happened to be Ann’s roommate. So you’re stuck with us for now, if that’s cool.”

Akira shrugged, hands stuffed in his olive sweatpants. “I’m fine with it. How about you, Mishima?”

The admin mumbled a slur of unintelligible words, the screen dimly illuminating his concentrated scrutiny. Akira reverted his attention back to his guests, his hand dejectedly rubbing the nape of his neck.

“H-he says it’s okay. Probably,” Akira claimed, then he focused his concerned gaze on S/O. “What happened to you? Are you all right?”

They nodded contently, sinking into the mattress as they seated themself on the edge of his bed. “I’m fine, don’t worry. The atmosphere was just really… tense, to say the least.”

Ann propped a hand on her hip and shot a questioning glance at S/O. “Huh? Why is that?”

“There are constant rumors about me, so as a result no one really approaches me unless they need something done. Apparently, my parents’ money is paying for my grades, and I’ve never had to work hard for anything.”

Akira perched adjacent to them and kissed their shoulder reassuringly. “That couldn’t be further from the truth.”

Ryuji crossed his bare arms and furrowed his brows in frustration. “Yeah, I’ve seen you bustin’ your ass at the beef bowl place. They don’t got the right to be sayin’ shit about you.”

“It doesn’t bother me. I donate a lot of my projects to the school, anyway. They’re completely useless, though.”

“…Didn’t one of them shoot lasers and meow whenever it was activated?” Akira inquired, a trace of amusement in his baritone voice.

S/O snickered, their eyes glazing over with reminiscence. “Yeah, that was your favorite. Sorry that I had to get rid of it. I’ll make you a new one for Christmas, and I’ll throw in a few tools, too.”

“I appreciate it, but you don’t have to do that… a-although, a meowing laser would be pretty amazing,” Akira murmured bashfully, twisting his onyx locks between his fingers.

They smiled from his sudden endearing shyness, and they pasted a fond kiss to his pink, dimpled cheeks. “Just the laser cat, then.”

Akira returned their grin with admiration sparkling in his ebony orbs, briefly wondering what he did right to deserve someone as incredible as them.


“H-how the hell’d you do that?! Ya didn’t even look at the paper!”

“I did for half a second!”

“That’s barely a glance!” Ryuji countered with bulging chocolate eyes, exasperation laden in his cadence and demeanor.

The blonde had proposed that S/O assist him with his studies, as his grades left something to be desired, and he would like to avoid attending cram school at any cost. 

However, somehow the study session resulted in Ryuji testing S/O’s abilities as opposed to his own. He was aware that they were intelligent, but he was utterly baffled by their otherworldly eidetic memory. Granted, Ryuji’s reliable recollection of people and events was something he prided himself in, but S/O was on an entirely different level.

“Maybe it’s magic,” S/O teased, sending a wink to their flustered boyfriend.

Ryuji sighed as he shook his head. “Knowing how you are, I wouldn’t be surprised.”

“Hey, what’s that supposed to mean?” they huffed, attempting to appear indignant. They were certainly a genius, but their acting skills were downright atrocious, even compared to Ann.

Ryuji laughed lightheartedly and lazily slung an arm around their shoulders, placing a kiss to their cheek. “It means you’re too amazin’ to be real, ya nerd.”

S/O flushed a bright pink and snuggled into him; although his compliment was merely casual, it meant a great to S/O, who was often ostracized at school due to their monetary wealth, and Ryuji was possibly the only person to look beyond that.

“I could say the same about you… Phantom Thief,” S/O added smugly, secretly eager to witness his reaction.

Ryuji blatantly avoided eye contact and rubbed the nape of neck. “Y-you’re funny. Me, one of the Phantom Thieves? Man, not only are you really smart, you’re friggin’ hilarious too, haha…”

S/O delicately kissed his jawline, smiling as they whispered the following words, “Oh, I don’t know about that. The mind of a thief is somewhere in that skull of yours.”

Ryuji’s cheeks were incandescent with a scarlet tint painted over them, not that S/O could observe that; his face was completely out of their sight now. “Y-you little… Akira told ya somethin’, didn’t he?”

“He didn’t have to.”

Ryuji sighed. “Of course.” He finally initiated eye contact, and he wore an expression of guilt as he apologized, “Sorry for hidin’ it from ya.”

S/O shook their head. “It’s all right, I understand. Do what you have to do, but please be careful.”

Ryuji directed his lips to their forehead, where he placed a gentle peck. “You really are perfect. Don’t make me steal your heart, too.”


“S/O, are you all right?”

Yusuke’s smooth voice interrupted their eavesdropping as they perched on a bench in front of their school. S/O had requested that he meet them there since it was within close proximity to the site of their date; however, as they waited patiently for his arrival, they overheard a conversation about them. S/O could almost feel the eyes of the gossips drilling into the back of their head as the two chastised them for their ‘purchased’ intelligence or their ‘half-assed’ projects that the school pilfers to ‘kiss their parents’ asses’.

Unfortunately, Yusuke had taken notice of the rattled expression on S/O’s face as their anxiety overwhelmed them, and he approached them with furrowed brows.

“Yusuke!” S/O promptly uplifted themself, relief washing over their formerly tense nerves. “I’m fine, l-let’s just go-”

“Oh my god, is that their boyfriend? I feel so sorry him, he’s too handsome to be with a fake like them,” one of the gossips snickered, making no attempt to be discreet.

“…Come on, let’s just go. They don’t matter.” S/O tugged on Yusuke’s sleeve, coaxing him to follow them to avoid any further involvement. However, it was too  late; the searing rage emanating from the artist could be sensed from the far side of the galaxy.

Yusuke closed the distance between himself and the currently silent gossips, his obvious irritation clamping their mouths shut. “Pardon me, but if you would be so kind as to take your ignorance somewhere it’s actually wanted, I would greatly appreciate it.” Yusuke crossed his lithe arms and leaned on one of his legs, appearing exceptionally vexed. “Alternatively, there is a school right there; perhaps you’d like to waste your time on a feeble attempt to utilize the gray matter between your ears and educate yourselves.”

The pair of gossips scoffed at Yusuke and scampered off, throwing piercing glares behind their shoulders as they retreated. Yusuke scurried back to S/O with an apologetic disposition as his arms hung on his sides. “I’m sorry for involving myself and taking matters into my own hands without your approval, but I couldn’t tolerate one more false word against you.”

S/O shook their head and tugged his sleeve once more; this time they successfully convinced him to walk with them so that the duo may commence their date. “I was happy you came when you did, and thank you for defending me. I guess I don’t have the energy to do it myself anymore.”

“Will you be all right?” Yusuke inquired, his cadence thick with worry.

“Of course; you’re here, after all,” S/O said softly, shyly staring at their feet as they walked. 

They felt Yusuke place a swift kiss on their head before claiming, “And I can think of no greater honor, although I wish you didn’t have to endure the fate of an outcast; you’re far too bright, and you managed to discern my… extracurricular identity within a week of my joining.”

S/O glanced at him and smiled fondly. “I guess outcasts attract each other… not that I mind.”

Yusuke reciprocated their smile with one of his own, and his gratitude was as evident as the beautiful, radiant sunlight shining down on them. “The feeling is mutual, my love. For my friends… and you.”


Akechi thought himself to be quite well-versed in the art of poker; that is, until he engaged in a match against S/O. Out of the fifteen rounds they’ve played, Akechi had not once emerged victorious, and his streak of defeats were beginning to erode his once-brimming ego.

“If I discover that you’re cheating, I’m going to make you pay for it,” Akechi jested halfheartedly. “Really though, how are you so talented at a game that relies solely on chance?”

S/O smirked as they shuffled the cards. “A good gambler never reveals their hand. You should know that, sweetie.”

Their glibness made Akechi uncertain as to whether he wanted to smother their taunting face with kisses or a pillow. He opted for a bet instead as he rested his forearms on his dining table. “Fine, let’s play another match. If I’m victorious, you’re going to tell me your strategy.”

“Fair enough. What do I get if I win?”

The detective smiled sweetly as he wagged his hand dismissively. “Oh, you don’t have to worry about that… I don’t intend on losing this time.”

S/O eagerly dealt the cards and chuckled, “You’re on.”

After a fairly quiet and tense match of poker, Akechi had apparently won.

“Congratulations,” S/O commented, attempting to organize the deck of cards.

Akechi crossed his legs and placed his folded hands in his lap. “Thank you, but that was entirely too one-sided to be claimed as a match. Why did you allow me to win?”

“…Because I wanted to see if you used the same strategy as me.”

“And did I live up to that assumption?”

S/O grinned proudly. “Yes, actually. You count the cards, just like me.”

Akechi tilted his head in slight bewilderment. “Then if we utilize the same principle, how does your expertise outweigh my own?”

“That’s…” S/O suddenly became bashful, staring at their twiddling thumbs as though they had been caught doing something wrong. A floral pink permeated Akechi’s ears; he didn’t anticipate them to behave so… adorably. “I don’t know, to be honest. I just remember where each card is placed, even after they’re shuffled. Maybe I am just a cheater…”

A twinge of guilt agitated his heart from the dejected inflection in their voice. “No, you’re incredibly skilled, and I apologize for previously accusing you of such a petty thing as cheating.”

S/O frantically shook their head. “N-no, don’t apologize, it doesn’t bother me. Students at my school say it all the time.”

“It should bother you. Your natural intelligence shouldn’t be demeaned and whittled down; it’s truly something to admire and aspire to, so I sincerely hope that you allow me to take responsibilty for insulting it. Perhaps you could even teach me a few things.”

“Goro…” Despite seeming slightly dramatic, S/O’s heart fluttered from the sincere glint in his mahogany eyes. “How about you make us both some coffee?”

He smiled, maneuvering around the table to press a kiss to their forehead. “Coming right up, dear.”