#he's sleepy and tired just like me

[iwantmochisoup]

lil chuuya warm-up sketches! :3

(i got hyped up to post this, i am too shy ya'll ;;;;;;)

[xxplastic-cubexx]

How would you redesign Headmaster Magneto? Just out pf curiousity because while he served it didn’t feel like… Erik.

i have to keep it 100 i have no idea without just. rerunning his original design but with a palette swap LOL but we try around here

[buttercupshands]

Siffrin in a Stardust Cookie event outfit because the name speaks for itself now if you excuse me, I need to sleep

[navnae]

This is eating me up inside, I genuinely want to know why is Steve so okay with putting himself down and everyone just thinks it’s fine? Like no one questions why he thinks so lowly of himself even though he’s done a lot to prove that he’s more than what the show let on. I think it’s weird how in a conversation he’ll slip in comments about himself that are negative. I also think it’s so gross that he can’t have a moment of confusion without being disrespected and I know it’s supposed to be funny but at a certain point someone should really ask “is Steve okay?” I can bet money that the answer won’t be yes.

I also want to add how come Eddie (someone who doesn’t even know Steve from a can of paint other than school) find something nice to say about him and not put him down. This also adds to my list why I think steddie is real but that’s for another time

[merlins-strawberriesandroses]

The thing no one ever considers while writing up character analyses about Merlin is that. he must have been sooooooo sleepy.

[lordbucketofthecaribbean]

What the fuck was that

X-men nation I don’t feel so good

Send help

Edit: Erik’s probably fine btw, no corpse means no death. I hope.

[youngpettyqueen]

I think the reason Charles never refers to Hawkeye by his name is because it’s a nickname, because he’ll call BJ, Margaret, and Klinger by their names without issue, and I could write up an entire post about Charles’ approach to names and nicknames and I might come back and do that tomorrow when it’s not so late

For now I just want to make the point that there’s a scenario in my head where Charles tried one (1) time to call Hawkeye Benjamin in casual conversation and the entire conversation ground to a halt because they both got incredibly uncomfortable about it because it sounded so WRONG and they agreed to never talk about it again

[skunkes]

antidepressants have saved my life but in the way that my dad was put on them earlier this year before i was and he's an entirely different person neow. several years of it being a coin toss as to whether the house was going to have a sinister energy on any given day, undone in a few weeks and once again resembling the person i was most attached to as a child

[takitori67]

i need more of your junao sleeping. he’s so 🥺

You asked and I delivered 👌

Also as you mentioned it, I just realized how much I (love to) draw Junao snoozing/being sleepy lol. He's soooooooo patootie ❤❤❤

[flaskuwu]

I

[greasydumbfuck]

also just for the record. no matter how much utterly stupid shit i say or draw about him, frank actually makes me so deeply sad. this old man should be picking up his grandkids but he cant. i think about him too much and im so sad

[intertexts]

thinking abt new haven wards cuddle pile.

[zsbrainrot]

I always draw Kazuki as the big spoon so I decided to switch it up!

Happy Buddy Daddies Friday!

@flufftober Day 13/Alt Prompt #6: Reverse the Roles.

[brionnnne]

note that i will only ever call mithrun "stupid" jokingly. by "stupid", i only mean "frustrating behavior that i am immensely familar with". seeing him do something that makes me groan aloud, closing my eyes, sighing "stupid (affectionate, mournful)". like when he fucking... his dumbass "i don't want to [use the bathroom] right now, so it's fine." oughh. i know you! i know you! that's not how that works!!! and he's smart!!! he's so smart... but god, god... he's kind of an absent professor. he's kind of a cloudcuckoolander. i love him dearly. he gets called a dummy, a little idiot, and i flick his forehead, a little bonk of hard-heads, like "try again, idiot. that's not how bodies work." and "ooh, 'that's not going to work'. yes it is. shut up, stoopid. stubborn little man, my god." rolling my eyes forever.

[milesofstars]

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 200 FOLLOWERS!!!

i mostly made this account as a way to look at other peoples art on tumblr, and only really started posted a couple pieces of art for fun, but the positivity ive received so far is so encouraging for me and my art that this is most likely going to become an actual art blog (which i wasnt expecting!!)

thank you again for interacting with my posts and leaving kind messages, i appreciate it more than you can know =))

PS: i am considering making some sort of Ask The Characters blog (idk what theyre called) possibly for danganronpa... lmk if that sounds cool...

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

it's been a day.

not even a bad day, more a leeching, soul-sucking, exhaustingly tiring day, one that has you slumping at your desk, head rest against your arms as you attempt to get the last few bits of your work done. but all you can do is yawn, impossibly wide, and rub your aching eyes, the words on the papers muddled together into a blurry smear and your fingers stained with ink. you exhale, sighing drearily and lifting your head up to return to your duties, squinting in order to read the forms properly.

there's a few quiet knocks on the door before it creaks open, the fluffy head of Childe's Foul Legacy form poking into the room with an inquisitive chirp. you wave tiredly, shoulder slumping, and he slips inside to stand behind you, claws wrapping around your waist. Childe's forehead presses against the back of your neck as he trills softly, rubbing small circles on your stomach, and with a hum you lean back into his embrace, hand trailing up to scritch under his chin and be met with melodious purrs.

with gentle nudges Childe pushes you to your feet, taking your hands in his own and tugging you to his room. whenever you glance back towards your desk, he simply tilts your head to face him, gaze full of affection and coos sweet and encouraging. he settles you in the center of his blanket nest, circling and curling up beside you so he can stare into your eyes. delicately he rubs your temples and cheeks, your tense muscles already beginning to relax as you snuggle into his chest, relishing the way his body curls around and protects yours. he bumps his face against the top of your head like a kiss, softly crooning over your sleepy state, and when you nuzzle further into his arms Childe swears his Abyss-tainted heart melts right then and there.

with an enormous yawn you search for his hand, finding and lacing your fingers with his claws as you drift off, safe and sound in Foul Legacy's grasp.