deerbelly

[doulayogimama]

I finally completed my Doula and LC course and submitted my application to graduate!

I will be an internationally Licensed Lactation Consultant and Doula!!!!

[zu-is-here]

The unknown magician ★ Underfell birthday!

Ink by comyet

and his mew mew Fell by underfell

[evanzbuck]

RAFAEL SILVA appreciation series: ↳ working out pt. 2 (for @nelsonnicholas @pragmatic-optimist @sunshinestrand)

[demonslayedher]

Wind down doodle

[lemonarts]

i drew an thing, it's based on this guy of @littleguymart i made it a lil extra fancy.

watercolour + ink on paper

[hellofeanor]

RINGS OF POWER WEEK 2023 Day Five: Favourite Costume

The last whose realm was fair and free Between the Mountains and the Sea

Photos by @teadrunktailor, costume and edits by me

[icarianlibrary]

Sometimes all it takes is perspective.

Me rn: "I dunno, I don't think we're improving"

Me 1 year ago: "We drew that...? WE drew that??"

Was looking back on old art, came across my old PJO fanart, and some other characters I drew

[blakbonnet]

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[bellcza]

Today is like a movie

I’m not even joking when I’m saying I’m crying. I can’t, my dear, I can’t 😭

our boy is back!!! ❤️‍🩹

[m3rcuryxd2763]

So awhile ago, I asked my dad if he could get me the Stone plushie for my birthday. He said yes as long as I always fix my hair! (It's always crazy.) Just one month and 11 days left...If he doesn't get me it, I will go apeshit.

[downsteepy]

i am very grateful that im not someone that has to deal with daily seizures but it is evil when it takes like a week and a half's worth of business days to recover from a seizure

[kazinsblog]

Makoto Month

Day 11: Song Lyric

When I first heard this song it really gave me Makoyuma vibes!! It’s from Toilet bound Hanako kun! It’s a Eng dub from Amalee and Natewantstobattle! Listen to it here :3

I plan to make an MV for this song with Makoto and Yuma. Hopefully it goes well :3

[mishalikessoundsandcolours]

Here's a bit of me and two of my friends singing Ashes To Ashes karaoke :D It was just a really happy moment so I wanted to share it💖

[sickosdotjpg]

back by unpopular demand: me! formerly @/stargayzerlilies, even more formerly @/caramelcashew. snapdragon on the other other other blue hell site. if you recognize me from anywhere else: no you don't 🧡 (unless you're into it? 👀)

this is a kink blog so minors don't follow/interact pls. (non-obviously-kink blogs, you can stay, just be cool - i know a lot of folks have sideblogs etc.)

you can expect to see on this blog: sneezing/illness kink, mild whump, maybe monsterfuckery & general hornposting. you can also expect male, female and nb sneezing, and pretty much every kinda combination of genders when it comes to pairings and stuff.

any visual nsfw (nudity etc) will be tagged but i ain't bothering about text posts; consider this entire blog a "nsfw text" space.

(if i tag your post with random looking emojis it just means it reminded me of some favourite fictional guy or other of mine. dw about it 👍)

[hammill-goes-fogwalking]

Idea for an advent calendar

ive done this last year; every day I randomly chose a musical group and for each day eg. 1st December was Donovan, I dressed similar to him, bought his vinyls and only listened to his music (don't ask me why I made the rule that it's not allowed to listen to another artist)

And I had a journal where I took notes on how comfortable I feel with the different vibes...

[glamphantasm]

OMxWhumptober 11

so, I really do love Beel - but not the vapid lol food good Beel he's shown as now. I like to think that he has a brain under there - that he has thoughts besides his next meal.

Beelzebub wandered through the convenience store, the fluorescent lights flickered with a low hum, casting a sterile, almost mocking glow over neatly arranged shelves stocked with snacks and arcane delicacies. Modeled after the shops Diavolo had seen in the human world, it felt like a cosmic gag—a semblance of normalcy plunked down into a realm that fought to defy such order.

He drifted down the aisles, his massive form towering over the clinical precision of the shop's neatly arranged shelving. Beelzebub picked up a packet of chips, its packaging adorned with glittering arcane symbols bearing a mundane message: NEW FLAVOR! He stared at it with a sense of detachment, as if it might be the thing to offer a momentary escape from the gnawing pit that seemed to overshadow every other aspect of his being. The store was almost deserted, save for a cashier who seemed more like a fixture than a person. This demon, with eyes so glazed they could have come from the donut display, barely acknowledged Beelzebub’s presence. It was clear that both the cashier and the store itself were participants in a grander, farcical drama. Beelzebub hoped that someone appreciated it. He made his way to the back of the store and opened the door to the restroom. Inside, the cold fixtures and spotless pale green-white pattern of tiles felt out like an invasion from another world. He looked at his reflection in the mirror, his features flattened, washed out as much as illuminated by harsh light. His eyes, usually bright and commanding, appeared dull and disinterested. In this little pocket of order, he couldn’t shake the feeling that his hunger had become his entire identity. The store’s artificially cheerful environment seemed to mock his plight, reducing his nature to a simple, almost laughable craving. It was as if his existence had been distilled down to a single grotesque stereotype. He sighed, a sound that seemed to echo with a sense of weariness, and left the restroom. He picked up an armful of random items—snacks that he had little interest in eating (not that that would stop him)—and headed for the checkout. The cashier’s mechanical efficiency as they scanned his items spoke volumes about the drudgery of their own existence. Beelzebub fought the urge to make conversation. As Beelzebub paid, the clinking of coins on the counter seemed like a fitting punctuation to the moment. He gave a nod of acknowledgment and stepped out into the night. The store’s sickly artificial light faded behind him, leaving him with the lingering sense of being trapped in a role he'd never wanted. Beelzebub felt like a ghost. He looked to the eternally dark skies with a sigh, wondering if any of it would ever truly change.