#for Mother's Day Gift

[sunnythedawg]

Happy late mother’s day to the guy that brothered so hard he mothered

[nadal-designer]

[queenie-ofthe-void]

Father's Day

Was going to post this for the steddie microfic June prompt, but decided it's probably not Steddie-centric. Still sticking to the reqs though, just for fun!

prompt: "stuff" || wc: 483 || rated: G || cw: none

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Everyone knows Steve’s house is free reign for hangouts, yet the Party’s collectively designated Sundays as alone time for the new couple. So it’s a bit of a surprise that someone’s knocking. 

The fact someone’s knocking at all is weird.

“Hey sweetheart,” Eddie shouts from the living room, “can you grab that? I think someone’s here.”

Steve opens the door to find Dustin and Max looking slightly shy, if he had to put his finger on it. Odd, especially for them. They’re holding gift bags filled with colorful tissue paper, Max’s blue and Dustin’s red.

Before Steve can invite them in, they surge past him towards the living room. So not too far off from normal, he thinks.

He trails after them and finds Eddie right where he left him– sitting on the floor, surrounded by DnD books and a notebook perched in his lap.

“Babe, what are the sheepies doing here? It’s Sunday,” Eddie asks. He’s smiling up at them, despite the interruption.

Of course they’re happy to see the kids– always are, always will be– but only these two could get away with showing up on Eddie and Steve day.

“We brought you something,” Max says, thrusting the gift into Steve’s arms. Dustin drops his onto Eddie’s lap, scattering his loose notes.

Curious, Steve looks to catch Eddie’s expression to find him already tearing into the gift. Steve sets his on the coffee table and digs out the colorful paper.

Inside he finds a plain, white coffee mug, except it’s been hand-painted with colorful paint pens. On it he finds a basketball, baseball, and a crudely drawn version of his beloved beemer. But on the front, the word “Dingus” is written in Max’s bubble font underneath a bloody version of his nail bat. 

His eyes sting with warmth, and he looks up at Max, whose cheeks are flushed red. Steve finds Eddie holding a similar mug covered in what he assumes are DnD monsters, along with some dice, and his precious Warlock on the front with “Metalhead” underneath.

“What is this,” Steve asks, choking on the lump lodged in his throat.

“It’s all stuff you like,” Max replies, pointing at the mug, choosing the easy answer instead of the real one.

”No– why?” Steve feels like he can’t breathe, his eyes almost full, and his heart racing.

“It’s Father’s Day,” Dustin says, sniffling and wringing his hat in his hands “and me and Max, you know, we don’t–”

“You guys taught us how to play basketball, so we could practice with Lucas,” Max interrupts. “And how to play guitar. And all of the Upside-Down stuff. You’re always here.”

Steve wraps Max up in his arms, dragging her to the ground next to Dustin similarly draped over Eddie. It’s not the six little nuggets Steve asked for.

But these kids– their kids– are so much more than he ever could’ve hoped for.

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To everyone out there who doesn't have a father, your father is absolute shit, or you mom was both parents -- I hope you have as good a Sunday as possible.

[scourge-sympathiser]

SCOURGE SUNDAY 035/???

hiss

[terrorofthetrident]

they’re so important to me

[makoto-kaiser-blog]

🌙WONDER✨

HERE'S WUT I MADE MY MOM FOR MOTHER'S DAY. ITS A CUTE PAINTING OF MOON AS A SQUISHY. SHE REALLY LIKES IT^^

IT WAS SO HARD TO PAINT THE THIN LINES, ESPECIALLY THE WRITING. I ALREADY HAVE VERY SHAKY HANDS BUT I DID ALL THE LINE ART WITH A CHEAP PAINT BRUSH AND PAINT TwT

[grand-old-time-prints]

Vintage Floral Borders - Victorian Pansies

3 pack on sale now

[orangerosebush]

Artemis will disassemble and clean a fountain pen with the same level of intensity as Butler disassembling and cleaning one of his guns.

[kingkrakie]

my friend said legacy in a normal everyday conversation am I cooked

[elsfairy]

✧ ˚. SOFT RIDGES ⎯ ABBY ANDERSON

꒰ ♡ ꒱ sub!abby who is so messy when she eats you out. your slick and her spit running down her chin, calloused hands gripping tightly onto your hips, not giving you any chance to move away. mouth practically glued to you, shamelessly making out with your cunt. moaning and whimpering when you tug on her braid. “Baby, slow down. I’m not going anywhere.”

꒰ ♡ ꒱ sub!abby whose brain short circuits and shuts down at the mention of her being your good girl. always wants to be your good girl. whether it be when she’s taking your strap, or when you’re eating her out. if you say it when she’s so blissed out, panting under you, then she’s an even bigger mess. sobbing into the pillow, & babbling in agreement. “I know, baby. you’re doing so good, my good girl”

꒰ ♡ ꒱ sub!abby who has a habit of sitting in your lap, face shoved in your neck and her voice quiet. barely a whisper, pleading and begging for you to touch her, kiss her. when she begs, she becomes red & flustered, whinier than usual but she sounds so pretty & needy. especially with how dirty words fall from her lips, and they sound so innocent. if she’s too shy, she’ll just sit on your lap, watching you. “gotta tell me what you want, or i can’t give it to you pretty girl. use your words”

꒰ ♡ ꒱ sub!abby who loves nothing more than waking up to your fingers buried in her cunt, lips leaving sweet kisses over her shoulder, and just hearing those pretty little sounds that escape from between her own lips. hearing the way she pants quietly, whining into your neck, whimpering against your mouth. if there was something else she loved a lot more though, it would be having your fingers in her mouth at the same time, fucking her throat. the sound of her moans, and whines filling the room. “you’re so greedy aren’t you, pretty? having my fingers in your cunt isn’t enough is it? need them in your bratty mouth too? dirty girl.”

꒰ ♡ ꒱ sub!abby who gets so needy when you don’t give her any attention, that she takes matters into her own hands, forcing you to sit there, and watch her. forces you to watch her fuck herself on her fingers, forces you to watch the way they move in her sopping cunt. she's so wet, can always hear just how wet she becomes when you're watching. and you can't do anything, just have to sit there, listening to every whine, whimper, moan, and plea that fall from her lips. have to watch the way her thighs tremble, the way the sheer sheet of sweat covers her body. “If only you could see how beautiful you look right now, fucking yourself all because i didn’t give you attention. needed me that bad huh?”

꒰ ♡ ꒱ sub!abby who loves the way you take care of her. always making sure she’s eating regularly, and drinking enough water. adores watching you prepare your shared dinner. of course, though, those innocent thoughts are out the window and the neediness is around the corner the longer she watches you, silently. tugging on the sleeve of your shirt, hugging you from behind, whining quietly into your shoulder. she craved your attention more than anyone else. she needed yours the most. she needed you. she needed your attention so much that she didn’t mind when she ended up bent over the table, and your fingers knuckle deep in her cunt, moving at such a fast but gentle pace. gasping and whimpering into her arms that were folded in front of her on the dark oak wood “you’re doing so well, you look so pretty like this. so messy but so beautiful Abs”

꒰ ♡ ꒱ sub!abby who loves you. loves how you help her wash her hair when she’s too tired to do it herself. loves when you cook her food after a long day and she can’t be bothered to stand there and cook. adores when you braid her hair for her, gently and with so much love & attention. she loves when you let her curl up in your lap, slowly & soothingly rubbing her back when she’s tired. loves when you hold her hand during the night. whispering quietly into her ear when she’s half awake. melts when you play with her hair, twirling strands around your fingers. just loves when you take care of her, and keep her safe. “I love you, pretty girl.”

[jogabsha]

Maiasaura!

[ugh-my-back]

Gorgeous art by @pointdotiozao ♡♡

(Thank you again for murdering me 🫠)

[celesse]

My Mother's Day greeting card designs are now available in my shop 💐💖

I also just got a big restock of flour sack tea towels, which make great gifts!

These (and more) available here!

[retroautomaton]

🌷🌱

On Ko-Fi! ✨

[adm-starblitzsteel-4305]

Us Together

A short story focusing on the past of the Princess' birth.

"I didn't expect that this would happen to our lives..."

"My wife, my Queen, she went into labor one morning night; I knew that our little one was gonna born. Such immense pain I see it on my eyes, her breathing shallow yet determination and pride showing my heart that she can do this."

"I fear that our little one would die, I prayed that he/she will make it."

"I'm the only one who carried my wife through the nesting temple where the humans build just for the egg. Our egg rather. The humans assisted to that point. Her priestesses, the Shobijin, chant their song for healing power. Every humans woke up from the song and prayed together amidst the tense silence."

"After a few adjustements, she suddenly pinned my hand, drawing blood so much that I almost screamed my ass off, but I mustered every sweet encouraging words and reassuring that everything's gonna be fine while she pushed. Those heartwrenching screams, her breathing, crying every time that the pain is getting worse..."

"...Until I hear a soft thud. I opened my eyes, and my Queen became exhausted, droopy and tired, finally removing her limbs to my wounded hand. I don't care, the healing of my radiation would be fast enough to stitch it back. She craned her head towards the glowing source as we met our little one: an egg. A mixture of our bioluminiscence, save from a new slight pink texture that glowed from his/her heartbeat."

"I welled up with tears, for the first time, I wanted to shout out from the heavens, but the comfort of my wife needed me. The Shobijin then chanted a healing prayer for us both, then to the egg, and Mothra thanked them both for helping. I thanked them as well for the safe delivery of our little one."

"We got closer to our egg, it glowed brightly as we speak. Well, we needed a quick nap. The wound of my hand was gone, just a single scar left from my wife. We couldn't help but feel happiness and hope. Sooner little one, you will be cherished an endless love and wisdom to your life, and finding the courage to take your role as the future King/Queen of the Monsters."

"Our legacy continues..."

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AN:

So, how did it go?

Mothra Astra was born. And her hatching should be in 2 or 3 weeks because of enough radiation and the nature's power that somehow quickened her form (albeit the Star Goddess' power).

Godzilla didn't expect all the trauma of his Queen's pain during birth. This is the first time he experienced it, save from being stabbed by her limbs on his open hand. It hurts...

Anyway, more fanart of Princess of the Monsters coming soon!

STAY TUNE!!!

[sophbun]

btw if anyone wants to make this heres the HD remake of the original and heres the frame i brought!