#{ The Little Ones }

[fabianvalencia561]

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Finally! This chapter is done :]

It took me so long- ༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ

I know the pages are a little different since I improved a bit for each one...

(also that is @kingdicemrwheezyflowertor sir topham hatt )

[krislgfox]

for all: did anyone have a Crush on someone?

(Forgot to mention that all answers will be not colored, expect for characters line art, cus painting this all would be pain in the ass ¡-¡)

Also extra with their orientations! :_]

[lordwiggyton]

Next image dedicated to @bcbdrums story "The Little Ones." This time, focussing on the "Watermelon Saga" which consists of a series of short stories revolving around Shego's pregnancy cravings for watermelon! 😊😊This particular image isn't a reference to any particular scene. Just the collective of Shego being bed-ridden (with morning sickness) and Drakken being an attentive, adorable husbando. 🥰🥰

This is post 2 of 3 (and image 2 of 5 I am in the process of making). Stay tuned for more Drakgo family pieces! 😊😊😊 Link to my first post is below...

I'll link to the first chapter of the "Watermelon Saga" below. Check out all her stories!!! They're amazing! 😊😊

[bcbdrums]

Sealed

A Drakgo fanfic. Read on: AO3 | FFn

A/N: I realized I'd never done...well...this. Never continued the scene at the UN from the end of Graduation. Thanks @incognitonio for the recent art that reminded and inspired me!

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The flash of the camera bulbs seemed to increase tenfold as the vine tightened around them. Shego was pressed against him from knees to abdomen, and Drakken felt the sweat that had already been creeping under his collar drip in a slow, itchy trail down his chest.

"Eh heheh... Sorry," he said. Her body was hot against his, and he could feel her breaths quicken against his cheek even as she attempted to lean away.

His mind raced as the vine tightened. If he were to move, he might lose his precarious balance and they would both topple over. The large pink flower was looming over Shego's shoulder as if watching him, and his embarrassment quickly turned to ire.

"Shego, you are in my personal space," he groused as he set a hand against her wrist to push her away. But before following through his gaze rose to meet hers, and his every thought melted away.

Shego's eyes were wide, and her pupils dilated. Her cheeks were flushed a darker green and her chest was heaving with rapid breaths. Drakken felt his face slacken as his jaw fell open into disbelief. She...couldn't possibly...?

The flower snaked around them further, this time at their shoulders and pulling them so near that it was all Drakken could do to keep his face from touching hers. He was more aware of her presence than he'd ever been—stray wisps of her hair brushing his forehead, her breaths shuddering against his cheek. One of her forearms came to rest on his shoulder, while her other hand settled against his chest, and he felt her body go slack against him in the vine's hold.

"Eh-heh... You're just...doing that because there's nowhere else to put your arms, right?"

He didn't believe the words even as he spoke them, Shego's silence more of an answer than her words could ever be.

Chants of 'kiss her!' from the photographers suddenly cut through the thundering of blood in his ears, and as the meaning of the words fully processed he licked his lips as his brow furrowed in hesitation.

A flash of memory—from the alien ship, when Shego had rushed toward him, smiled, reached for him...until he had drawn back—suddenly made guilt pool in the pit of his churning stomach. He swallowed down the lump in his throat as resolve suddenly settled into his bones, though it did nothing to still the trembling of his hands as he lifted one to place behind Shego's head, the other fitting gently over her wrist where he'd been going to push her away.

Her eyes widened further, but her lips parted as he leaned in, and he had just a moment to see dark lashes flutter closed atop flushed green cheeks before his mouth met hers.

The static that Drakken hadn't fully realized was buzzing in his brain gradually faded away. For a moment all he knew was the soft press of pillowy lips, the gentle sigh from somewhere low in Shego's throat, and then the absolute bliss as she yielded to his touch.

He let his sense of self go as he lost himself in the pure physicality of Shego's lips sliding hot over his, the press of tongues and the gripping of fingers and heat all he knew until the need for oxygen reminded him that he was a human existing separate from the euphoria that was Shego. And when he finally broke away, gasping for air as the weight of her forehead settled against his, he finally realized the vine had released them.

"Ah... I... I..." Drakken gasped quietly as he tried to catch his breath. Below the stage the crowd roared, and cameras continued to make sure the moment would be forever immortalized. His fingers tightened on Shego's wrist as he realized they had an audience of millions beyond the television cameras. But in light of having survived an alien invasion, and with Shego gazing at him with such hope, he decided there was only one audience member he cared about.

"Dr. D.?" she finally said, uncertain. But there was a sparkle in her eyes since they had parted, and Drakken's resolve bloomed into certainty. He slid his hand down to Shego's waist to hold her tightly against him.

"I love you, Shego," he said, and brought their lips together again.

[fidjiefidjie]

Bon Soir 💙 🎸🕊 🆕️

Yusuf/ Cat Stevens 🎶 Stop Bombing, Cease Fire !

[smolbimbo]

Question for ImagineMary

Can I have a hug🥺🥺🥺🥺

Ur so adorable🩷🩷🩷🩷

[citrine-elephant]

painting leon's tits barely contained in a tight shirt? it's healing me.

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

Remember the little ones…always.

[digitalcockroach]

squishmallows are both too expensive and, iirc, made by a shitty zionist parent company? but u know what else they are? supremely shopliftable =)

[comradeboyhalo]

[humming-fly]

was thinking about that one blind professor post earlier today and how well it applied to the aptly named Team Dark

(really 'Team Dark' just sounds a lot cooler than 'Team Saves-On-Electricity')

[fabianvalencia561]

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[krislgfox]

Ahem ahem! Ladies, gentlemans and everyone else! I pleasure to tell that...

Now you can ask and dare characters from New Life au! :D

You can ask DogDay and CatNap, Player and the Little ones! :]

Rules are simple:

-No spam

-No hom*phobic

-No insulting

-No rac!st stuff

-No ped0phile

-No weird/sus questions/dares

Be ready that I can someday close this ask n dare ¡-¡

Okay that's all! See y'a! ^^

If I'm not answering questions right away that means I'm start working at this, I'm busy, I'm sleeping, didn't saw your ask, forgot about it or just got lazy :_]

Oh, also all answers will be uncoloured cus coloring it would be pain in the ass for me and very much more longer waiting for you ¡-¡

[lordwiggyton]

"The Little Ones" By @bcbdrums. Chapter 37: Caterpillar.

"Daddy," she said with hushed excitement, "what is it?"

She looked up at her father, who was smiling his usual smile.

"It's a caterpillar."

"Cat...er...piggle."

"Yes," her father said through a chuckle. "Caterpillar."

She grinned and stared at the small creature as it somehow ate the edge of the flower petal. She was surprised when her father reached around her and picked up the tiny creature, it disappearing into his hand.

"Open your hands," he said.

That excerpt was from the wonderful fanfiction by @bcbdrums for whom this picture is dedicated to. I recently finished this wonderful fanfic based on Drakgo family fluff and I adored her character of Abby Joy (Drakken and Shego's daughter)! So I was inspired to draw some fanart of it... I sincerely hope you like it! 😊😊

This is post 1 of 3 (and image 1 of 5 I am in the process of making). Stay tuned for more Drakgo family pieces! 😊😊😊

The Link to the chapter is below! Go check it out if you haven't already!!!!!!! 😁😁😁

[bcbdrums]

The Little Ones - ch. 77

A Drakgo fic. Read on: AO3 | FFn The Little Ones masterpost

A/N: Sorry no title, I'm just not clever with titles in a hurry. HAPPY BIRTHDAY @flowery-laser-blasts!!! It's short, and was written in a hurry, but I still wanted to give you something so you know just how much you are appreciated. I hope you'll enjoy this little slice-of-life. Know what's neat, is in writing this... I was seeing them in your art style as I went. Interesting filter my brain applied. It was fun.

Drakken adjusted the magnification on his glasses, zooming in as he continued his delicate work. The tiniest error would ruin everything and could result in an explosion that would leave him both physically and emotionally wounded for weeks, not to mention the blow to his pride for not being able to finish the job he'd started.

He slowly leaned back, adjusted his grip, and then leaned forward again as he carefully positioned the brush. He painted a nearly-microscopic black, glittering line across the curved surface, not releasing his breath until he had finished. Then he then leaned back again with a grin of satisfaction. The sparkling zig-zag line was perfectly straight, separating the darker green from the lighter, and would catch the light beautifully.

"Do you want the gel top coat after they dry?" he asked.

"Of course," Shego replied as she spread her fingers and studied the fresh coat of polish on her nails. "I like the zig-zags."

Drakken puffed up in pride and with a bit of relief. He never wanted to relive how angry Shego had been the time he made a small mistake in his fine detail work because of Commodore Puddles licking his ankle unexpectedly.

"Change the channel, then you can do my other hand," she said, setting the painted one flat on the table with her fingers spread apart.

Drakken dutifully lifted the remote and after quickly checking the time, flipped over to Shego's favorite reality show—Monster Jam—and then prepared to paint the nails of her other hand.

"I still can't believe your cousin snuck onto the show," Shego said after a moment.

Drakken grumbled as he glanced at the screen during the show's intro montage, displaying monster trucks crushing car after car.

"He said their monster trucks were 'seriously under-powered,'" Drakken replied.

He gently lifted Shego's other hand from the table, allowed himself a moment to savor the sensation of her hot skin against his, feel how delicate and smooth her fingers were in comparison to his calloused ones.

"I bet you could build a better one."

"Hnh. Don't tempt me," Drakken said as he adjusted his glasses and dipped the brush into the black polish. The accent nail on this hand was going to have a tiny green skull, but he of course needed the base coat first.

As he started, he felt Shego's eyes leave the screen and focus on him instead. His cheeks began to warm as he felt her soft smile on him rather than her fingers.

"If I had known you were so good at this I'd have stopped going to the salon years ago."

Drakken felt his heart flutter.

"I'm good with my hands in other ways too," he said, dipping the brush in the polish again.

Shego didn't reply, and when he looked up her face was flushed crimson and her eyes darted away from his, fixing unblinking on the television. It took him an embarrassingly long time to follow the train of her thoughts, and when he arrived at their conclusion he dropped the brush on the table and nearly choked in his shock.

"Ahhheheheh, I mean! Ahh, I'm— I'm...very good at...giving massages."

Drakken watched Shego bite the inside of her cheek as she glanced back at him cautiously, not bothering to pretend her mind hadn't gone exactly where it must have.

"Youuu you you...don't...need to pay for the spa, either. If you don't want to," he continued quickly.

Shego swallowed slowly, recovered herself, and then turned to smirk at him.

"You pay for my spa vacations."

"Nyeh! Shego... Work with me here."

She chuckled, and Drakken sighed in relief to be let off the hook.

"Okay, okay. I'll bite. When my nails dry you can try to convince me that staying in the lair for a massage is better than a fifteen hour flight to Greece. What do you say?"

Drakken picked up the brush again and cleaned it to resume his painting. He had been frowning in reaction to the misunderstanding, but as he stole glances at Shego watching TV he felt a different kind of flush rise under his collar. She was pointedly not looking at him, and every now and then when she thought he was engrossed in the details of the painting he saw her bite her lip, and her hand had gone clammy in his.

He grinned as he wondered... Perhaps he shouldn't have corrected her after all.

Perhaps he should misunderstand something later when she let him try to prove his other skills.

Drakken dipped the brush in the bright green polish as he allowed himself to stroke her hand with his thumb just once.

"I say...you're on."