so lame

My little concept for YanDad ovo I tried to use Persona’s 5 style, but it didn’t came out as I wanted to. I may still change his hairstyle in the future but for now I’ll let him be. 

In my headcanon he sometimes throws terrible dad jokes to make Ayano laugh…he always fails terribly…and regrets it later.

tsukkari  asked:

A CONTINUATION OF DAISUGAWEEK2017 DAY 6 BECAUSE I REALLY NEED IT (and maybe also day 2 because that shit was GOOD dawg hECK)

EEHHHHhhhhhh which was day sixx???? ….. New. Ughhhh okay fine. If you want day 2 as well then you gotta sEND IN ANOTHER ASK YOU FUCKIN BITCH.

Part One

Daichi stood on the opposite side of the kitchen and stared intently as the grey haired man explored the room, pulling open drawers and cupboards and leaving them open as he moved along the counter. Every once in a while, he would pause, pick something up, and show it to Daichi with the question,

“What’s this?”

This time, he unplugged Daichi’s toaster and lifted it.

“A toaster,” Daichi replied warily.

“Toaster…” he observed it closely for a moment before asking, “What does it do?”

“Makes toast.”

“What’s toast?”

“Cooked bread.”

And then his eyes lit up and he lifted the toaster high above his head, “That sounds heckin’ delicious!” He lowered the it once more, “Daichi, can I make toast with the toaster?”

“… sure…”

He pranced happily in place for a moment and set the device down where he found it. He glanced up and down the counter and then turned in a circle. Finally he faced Daichi and asked,

“What is bread?”

Daichi stared at him in astonishment. 

He cocked his head to the side curiously, blinking his large brown eyes with childlike innocence.

Daichi reached up and rubbed his temples. His head pulsed and ached, angry about the severe level of intoxication he had drunk himself into the night before. He lowered his hands and sighed.

“Alright. I’ll make you toast if you please explain to me what the fuck is going on.”

The man pursed his lips. He glanced at the toaster, then picked at his fingernails.

“I’ll make you a full breakfast,” Daichi upped the bribe.

The man’s head jerked up and he grinned wide, “Deal!” He climbed onto a stool at the kitchen island and held his chin in his hands. “What do you want to know?”

Daichi warily moved across the kitchen to sit at a stool opposite him.

“What do I want to… everything. I want to know everything. Who are you? Why are you here? Weren’t you a… child last night? Or was I so drunk that I mistook a grown man for a four year old?”

“I think I was five, actually.”

Daichi gulped. So he hadn’t imagined it.

This man wasn’t human.

He hummed noncommittally, eyes drifting off to the side, “My name is Suga. And I take things.”

“You… take things,” Daichi repeated. “Like… a thief?”

Suga sucked in his cheeks and then shrugged, “Sort of. I take things. But the people I take from lose nothing.”

Daichi furrowed his brows.

“What do you take?”

Suga’s eyes drifted to the side again, “I take a form and something special.”

“What does that mean?”

“I can be what other beings are,” he said. “And I can do what other beings do.”

“So…” Daichi frowned. “You took from me?”

“Uh huh.”

“What did you take?”

“I took a form and something special.”

“But what does that mean?”

Suga straightened and drummed his fingers on the counter, “Out of all of the forms I had taken before… this wasn’t one of them,” he gestured at himself.

Daichi’s eyes flicked down to Suga’s chest and then back up to his face, “That body that you’re in right now…”

“I took it,” Suga scratched the back of his head.

“Took what…”

Suga huffed and fidgeted, “Man. The form of man. Of a… how old are you?”


“The form of a twenty-five year old man,” he said. “That is what I took from you.”

Daichi lowered his gaze to the kitchen island in front of him.

My form.

So the reason he is… that… is because of me?

Daichi didn’t feel different though. If Suga had truly taken from him using some strange magic, shouldn’t he… notice?

On top of that, he said he took two things.

A form and something special.

What was it?

What was Daichi’s something special?

Daichi looked to Suga again.

“The other thing,” he said. “That you took. What is it?”

Suga stared silently at him for several long seconds and then turned his face away.


“You can’t tell me? Is there some rule that says I’m not supposed to know?”

“No. I just don’t want to tell you. Will you make me toast now?”

“Not yet,” Daichi scowled. “I still have questions.”

Suga sighed and slumped over the island, leaning his cheek against the counter, “More?

“What are you?”

“Human male, twenty-five years old.”

“No… I mean before you stole my form—”

“Human male, five years old.”

“And before that—”

“Red panda.”


“And before that, sable.”


“Before that, bumblebee. And before that…” his voice dwindled and then faded away. He straightened from the kitchen island and let out a long sigh, “Are you done yet? This is a boring thing to talk about.”

“What were you first?” Daichi pressed. “Before you took those forms from other… things. What were you?”

Suga hopped off of his stool and lifted the toaster, “Toast! Let’s make toast!”

“You didn’t finish answering my questions.”

Suga turned back to him, hugging the toaster to his chest, “I don’t like those questions.” His expression turned melancholic and he averted his gaze to a spot over Daichi’s shoulder. “Ask different ones.”

Daichi wanted to argue. He wanted to demand Suga tell him everything that he wanted to know with no more dancing around in circles or giving vague answers. But he was stubbornly avoiding his stare, hugging the toaster, and pressing his lips in a hard line. Daichi had a feeling that if he pushed him too hard, he might close up altogether and refuse to answer anything more.

He inhaled deeply, “Alright… how do you take things? Did you… suck my blood or—”

“Ew,” Suga scrunched his nose. “I’m not a vampire. Yet.”


“If I ever meet a vampire in real life, I’m definitely taking his form,” he said brightly. “They’re so powerful!”

Daichi decided to put aside the sheer impossibility of the existence of vampires for the time being and asked, “So then how did you take from me then?”

Suga stared at him for a long second and then set the toaster down on the counter. He moved around the kitchen island and Daichi stiffened, hands clenching into fists. Suga walked up to him, ignoring his suddenly rigid position, and immediately climbed onto his lap. He wrapped his arms around his middle and leaned into his chest, resting his head on his shoulder.

Daichi stared across the kitchen, frozen in place.

“This is enough,” Suga said softly, nuzzling the side of his neck. “I just need to feel it. The form… and something special.”

Daichi’s eyes narrowed.

“A hug? That’s all you need to take from someone?”

“Uh huh.”

“How did you hug a bumblebee?”

Suga giggled, “It doesn’t have to be a hug exactly. Hugs are good though because I can latch on if they try to run away.”

Daichi cleared his throat uncomfortably.

“Alright… so why are you here?”

“You brought me here.”

“I know that but… why…” Daichi sighed. “What’s your purpose here?”

Suga didn’t reply.

Daichi rephrased it, “What do you want from me?”

Suga leaned back and slid off of his lap. He pulled himself up onto the kitchen island, legs dangling over the side.

“Last night, you promised you’d protect me.”

Daichi stared up at him.


“You promised, didn’t you?” Suga cocked his head to the side. “Before you fell asleep… you promised that you’d protect me. You intend to keep your promise, right?” He voice rose, words falling over themselves, “You said you would. So I think that you should follow through with that. If not… then, well, you see it’s just that—”

“I said that because I thought I needed to protect a five year old boy being abused by his parents,” Daichi interrupted. “The situation has changed—”

Suga’s eyes widened and he leaned forward and cupped Daichi’s face in both hands, “No, no, no. You gotta… you gotta protect me. You said you would. You can’t go back on your word. I need… I need you to protect me or else he’ll get me—”


Suga froze. His fingers slid off of Daichi’s face and he leaned back, eyes darting away.

“Who?” Daichi repeated, standing. “Is someone after you?”

Suga gulped and hugged himself, but didn’t reply. His complexion had gone pallid, his gaze which had formerly been wide and curious as it explored the inside of Daichi’s home, was now fearful and avoidant.

Daichi took a deep breath and reached out. He clasped Suga’s chin in one hand and lifted it.

“Suga,” he said in a low voice. “Who is after you?”

Suga stared at him, wide-eyed. His lips quivered as he answered softly, “H-he who steals that which was taken…”

Daichi’s eyebrows furrowed, “What—”

A loud knock echoed through the apartment and Suga grabbed onto the front of Daichi’s shirt, pulling him close. His entire body quivered and he stared in the direction of the hallway, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

“Fuck,” Daichi muttered, bones chilling. “Did you lead him here?”

“P-p-protect…” Suga looked into his face. “Please. Protect me. J-just until I have a form that can fight back—”

The knocking sounded again and Sugawara cowered against Daichi’s chest, trembling.

Daichi stared down at the top of his head for a long moment.

This is stupid.

He pried him away and stepped back. He turned towards the hallway and Suga cried out behind him.


“It could be anyone,” Daichi replied. “I’m just going to check.”

“J-Just, don’t invite him in. If… if he still has that one form then he can’t c-come in unless invited so—”

Ah. Vampire?

Daichi scowled and walked down the hall to the entrance of his apartment. He paused at the door, glancing over his shoulder. Suga peeked around the wall, chewing his bottom lip.


Daichi turned forward.

That was impossible.

It was all was impossible.

Daichi yanked the door open.

“Daichi, I’ve been calling all morning, why haven’t you answered?”

Daichi released the breath he hadn’t realized he had been holding.


Asahi stepped into the apartment and bent over to remove his shoes. Daichi closed the door behind him.

“Did you seriously get fired?” Asahi asked. “Tanaka called me last night and told me you screamed at your boss and stormed out—” he paused as his eyes fell on Suga down the hall. “Oh… hello. Sorry, I didn’t know you had company…”

Daichi sighed, “Don’t worry about him. He uh… I picked him up last night.”

“Picked him up?” Asahi glanced at Daichi and then back to Suga. “Like a stray?”

“Hmm… that’s a pretty good description, actually.”

Suga inched slowly into the hallway and Daichi’s blood ran cold.

His irises were nearly completely enveloped by the black of his pupils. His cheeks were flushed bright red, lashes fluttering as he stared at Asahi.

Daichi didn’t trust that look.

“Uhm…” Asahi shifted closer to Daichi, seemingly sharing in his sentiment.

“Suga,” Daichi said slowly. “What are you doing…”

Suga padded softly in their direction, eyes locked on Asahi. He licked his lips, picking up his pace.

“Suga,” Daichi held out a hand as if to stop him from proceeding any further, but Suga dodged his grasp and lunged at Asahi, scaring a shriek from the much larger man.

Suga threw his arms around Asahi’s waist and pressed close to his body, burying his face in the crook of his neck.

Suga! What are you—” the words dwindled and died in his mouth as a cold realization crept up his spine. Daichi dragged his gaze to Asahi, who squirmed and stammered, pushing at Suga’s shoulders.

“G-Get him off of me. Daichi, what’s going on? Who is this—” he caught Daichi’s stare and blinked. “What?”

Daichi furrowed his brows.


Suga finally released Asahi and stepped back, pupils back to their normal size, a soft smile on his lips. He grabbed the hem of his t-shirt and lifted it up to his collar, displaying the large, dark bruise on his ribs. Daichi and Asahi stared as he pressed his palm to the bruise and closed his eyes. Slowly, the black and blue discoloration faded away until there was none left.

Suga lowered his hand and stared at his now unblemished torso. He giggled and dropped the shirt. He looked at the others and smiled wide, eyes squinting.

Daichi turned to Asahi.

The other man’s mouth flapped, brown eyes blown wide. He glanced at Daichi and then immediately averted his eyes to the floor.

“Asahi?” Daichi said quietly.

“I… I can explain…”

“What are you?”

Asahi scratched the back of his head, mussing his shoulder length brown hair.

“W-well…” he cleared his throat. “I’m… I’m…”

He chuckled ruefully and lifted his shoulders in an apologetic shrug.

“I’m Jesus Christ?”

Originally posted by haidaspicciare


Omg this is my dumbest comic. But I love it, it’s stupid cute and I couldn’t help myself(again) I wonder where my humor is sometimes. I didn’t think I’d actually be able to get it finished tonight, it was getting late! But I did it, and now I am done for the night, and done with these idiots for the night lol You’re not cool at all, Atem. You’re a nerd.

at least the quality is good on the first page lolol