#love heem.......

[daffyselixir]

beastie baby

[mblue-art]

BAD SANSUARY // [13] shadow for owl-bones's event !

me whenever ppl draw voidfaced dust

extra under the cut !

selfshipping jumpscare /j

"Would you smooch a ghost the voi-" yES YEs i would, absolutely, especially if the void is named dust sans

i love hoodie kisses

[daily-plush]

Official Nintendo Bulborb Plush Clasp Purse

[ffc1cb]

played thru all of zero escape games recently... it was an experience

[woosh-floosh]

(read left to right) I had to make a comic version of this moment form the fanbook because it's such a funny image

Fantranslation is by @wireddd1 on twitter!

[mirrorhouse]

"Since the party, I've had a spring in my step. And I've got you to thank."

[fantasykiri5]

My second piece for @hermitshippingbigbang !!!

A model sheet for Mr. Tango Tek!

This has been such a blast, and you should totally go read the FIC this piece accompanies and check out the other artist’s works as well!!!

// piece one // piece two (you are here!) // piece three //

[tami-ko-bunny]

he’s beautiful

y’all get a high quality drawing since I only posted once yesterday :3

[mokadevs]

i love pink cat !!!

[diioonysus]

flowers + art

[xblood-sugarx]

[frigid-m-grim]

i like this nerd

[mblue-art]

angy

[kaijukebox]

Deify your loved ones 🫲☺️🫱✨💕

[tteokdoroki]

tw: breastfeeding, bad pregnancies n supportive bakugou cries

“what’re you doin’ down here?”

it’s the middle of the night; probably nearer to three in the morning when you catch your husband’s gruff voice before you see him emerge into the kitchen; the sharp edge of his handsomely matured jawline illuminated by the silver moonlight. smiling as he rubs sleep from his ruby encrusted eyes— you hold up a baby bottle mina had gifted you from the baby shower, filled with breast milk as you set a timer up on the warmer.

“your son was hungry again,” you hum, placing the bottle back into the warmer, smiling as warm and familiar arms wrap around your waist and calloused fingers trace the c-section scar. “he wouldn’t latch so i figured we’d try a bottle tonight.”

bakugou makes a noise of disapproval in his throat, squeezing you close to his chest as if to cushion you— protect you. “y’shoulda come ‘n got me, need all the rest you can get feedin’ a hungry tike like that all day,” he rasps into the shell of your ear, swaying your bodies to the quiet tick of the one minute timer on your baby bottle warmer. “we agreed t’split feeding, r’member?”

your husband is warm, like a comforting hug or the safest place to be in the world— and if you’re not careful, you might fall asleep standing up. “i didn’t know you were awake kats, besides you just came back from a long mission and—“

“firstly.. had to put the little princess back t’bed, she wanted to know how her parents met.” bakugou grunts, spinning you softly in his arms— fingers brushing over your wedding ring, his forehead practically plastered to yours. “secondly, none of that, we’re a fuckin’ team, we do this shit together,”

maybe it’s the left over hormones tingling through your body; the exhaustion of being a mother to two of the country’s most adored children and the wife of a top pro hero… but you feel yourself curl in on katsuki, feel your body flood with relief knowing that you can always count on him no matter what you both go through.

the timer on the bottle warmer ticks with the indication that your son’s late night meal is ready— and before you can reach for it, bakugou has your eyes on his once again. tired with age and becoming new parents for the second time, the stress of your son’s difficult pregnancy and labour evident in the crease between his brows despite you both being closer to the start of your careers than retiring, but masked by the love in his eyes.

he picks it up, kissing your forehead as he goes— guiding you back up to the first floor of the home you built together, where you part ways at the landing. bakugou to the nursery and you back to the comfort of your bed.

“get some rest,” katsuki tells you, sleepy but warmly. “don’ wait up for me, kay?”

you know that your hungry four month old son is in good hands, that your three year old daughter is sleeping safe and soundly— but something in your heart tells you that you can’t truly rest until the last bakugou is tucked into your arms tonight.

“no promises,” you say wistfully, grateful to your husband and your children— counting your blessings too.

[spaciebabie]

local artist realizes that b/c they never draw characters interacting they cant draw themselves kissing their fave and cries and shits so hard they die of dehydration. more at 11