#hehe oki!

[willowser]

katsuki is sitting on the couch in the living room, holding his new little baby in his arms, and you notice that he's just been staring at him for the longest time. adjusts his little hat so his head doesn't get cold, pulls his small hands away from his face so he doesn't scratch himself.

and they're both quiet for a while, aside from the occasional squirmy baby noise, but katsuki eventually speaks up to ask—

"why's he lookin' at me like that?"

not only is the question itself funny, but the way it's voiced — tone deep and gruff, almost affronted — pulls a true laugh from you, has you shaking your head as you come around the couch to stand beside him.

and sure enough — your new little bean is frowning. even his little hairless browline is furrowed, hard.

you laugh again, sharp enough that your son wiggles in katsuki's arms. "because you're looking at him like that."

katsuki tch's, before turning to give you his son's exact same expression. "no 'm not. this is just my face."

"well, maybe that's just his face."

his frown deepens, hilariously enough. "ain't his face with you." and then he looks back down at him, like he's checking to see if he's still being glared at. he is. "looks like he's pissed."

"maybe he is."

you don't bother to correct him, to inform that your son does, in fact, give you a stink face every now and again — just like his father — and instead you watch katsuki lean down close to him, until their noses are nearly touching. watch the way little fingers squeeze around katsuki's thumb.

"the hell do you have to be pissed about, huh?" katsuki asks, voice quiet and low and small, enough for the boy in his arms. "far as i'm concerned, you're livin' the life."

you only laugh, smile while running a hand through katsuki's hair.

you'd say you are, too.

[crybabyfucktoy]

do you like my nails? 💅🎀🌸🩷

[netegf]

Hey can i make a blurb request for neteyam? maybe forced proximity trope where they get locked in the lab accident and Neteyam gets anxious bc he hates humans and reader smooches him to calm him down even tho they’re just friends (but they secretly love eachother ofc)

breathing exercise

pairing: neteyam x reader

“Neteyam, please stop picking your fingernails.”

Under shoddy lab fluorescents that make your eyes burn, Neteyam shifts in his position on the countertop, crossing his arms with a passive, but lazy, glare.

“You put us in this mess.” He replies pointedly. “You don’t get to tell me how to deal with it.”

That stings. But you wedge your bottom lip between your teeth, deciding maybe, just maybe, it was deserved.

In fairness, you should have left when Neteyam wanted to. But there was something about the way he looked under the blue lights – so pretty. And surrounding. Like his skin had no ending. It was something you wanted to commit to memory, and the extra couple minutes you’d coaxed out of him felt worth it in the moment.

But that quickly changed when the grimace set on Neteyam’s lips.

When Norm said that everything needed to be sterile. That no one could come in or out because of maintenance on the link units. That Neteyam would be trapped here, in a place that made his skin crawl, all evening.

“Teyam…” you trail off, peering up to meet his eyes which now soften at your dejected tone. “It was an accident. I’m sorry.”

At that, the rigidness of his spine seems to crumble.

His hard expression morphs into a pout and he outstretches a shaky hand to squeeze your own in a silent gesture of reconciliation. Still, the tension between his eyebrows remains.

“I told my dad I’d meet him ten minutes ago. He’s going to be pissed.” Sighing, he runs his slender fingers through his braids and attempts to keep his attention away from the bustling laboratory behind him.

The problem is... it’s not working very well. His breathing is uneven. His knee keeps bouncing up and down. His eyes are glued down at his thigh where your hands are joined.

“He will understand.” You reassure, but he doesn’t seem quite convinced, eyes still screwed tightly shut. “Stay calm, Neteyam. We’re gonna get out of here soon."

“I am calm!”

Now, you stare at him pointedly, and Neteyam slumps his shoulders sheepishly, flashing an apologetic smile. “Okay… maybe I’m not.”

Taking in the appearance of the scared and comically large warrior in front of you, a small smirk sparks like a conductor on your lips. You unwind your hand from his and grip the sides of his chin, drawing your warm faces closer together.

“We just need to find you a way to relax.”

“Mhm.” Yellow eyes travel down your face, stopping abruptly at the curve of your lips. “And how’s that?”

When your mouth collides onto his own, moving with fervor and electricity, he assumes the question must have been rhetorical. The burning kisses breathe new life into him – hands shoot up from his lap and find their rightful places, cradling your cheek and stroking your hair.

“How are we feeling?” You ask cheekily after pulling apart, mouth still hovering over his. So close, but not nearly enough.  

“Distressed. Very.” He has a stupid smile, laboured breaths catching hard in his chest. “Probably need more... of that.”

Then his lips are learning the shape of yours – kissing again, and again, and again. Chasing the air that calms him like it comes from within you.

a/n: ty for the request!! still getting my sea legs with them lolol 🥰💞

[winnie-likez-starz]

Uhm what the fuuuckkkkk….Oki art that took me 5 hours….

Help

Plz reblog…I would like more than 3 people to see this (mainly because I spent 5 HOURS on this) thxxxx !!!^_^

[edit: guys oml calm down...uh thnx for the Reblogs tho they mean so much😭 ]

[im-bored-so-i-draw]

Day 26 of posting whatever doodle i have until i got an uni

An early one today. I draw rowl on a mall information board

[silkjade]

‘Rose, oh roses, grant me my wish. Blooming from the stone, the Golden Rose sang to me.’

“An exiled scholar once cultivated these roses specifically to survive the desert.…but something so special should be regarded alongside someone worthy of its beauty. Delicate, yet strong. For your personal archives….”

“personal archives” because my s/i is an archivist at the akademiya, and now here it is in our teapot bedroom muahaha

[cali-kabi]

~ done this awesome art challenge by @mageta :D🌟💫I saw this going around and decided to give it a try I hope I’m doing this right akshdk ;w;🌟💫💖I love Kirby right back at ya so much <3🌟💫

[leoroxwurmz]

i depend on you glitterhugs

[arinmoss]

quick messy Adaine and Fig ink sketches :3

[grvntld]

every time i look at these photos, i remember the feelings i was having right in this moment—i remember feeling like my most radiant self, which then makes me feel like i am my most radiant self now as well, even when im not really feeling like that at all 🥹🤍

i dont know, i guess these photos remind me to let moments be what they are instead of what i think they should be 🧚‍♀️💐 i mean, look at me in these photos; i look so at ease, happy, and even carefree, and i guess thats good enough for me—to know that ive experienced such bliss means i can and i will experience it again 💌✨️

[lil-beanz000]

heyy it's meee

I just now realized you have tumblr too lmao

!!!!!!<3!! I shuda known ya be on here too~ hi youuuu! I smooooch

[yuukimiyas]

- ̗̀ෆ(˶'ᵕ'˶)ෆ ̖́- g’morn!! & happy first mon of dec!! <33 i got a rlly cute outfit on & im ready to CRUSH this wrk day!! ٩(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )و woo!! lets DO THIS!! have a great day bbys!!

[kimjunnoodle]

god could have given me normal kinks but nooooOoo i had to get that avant-garde conceptual shit that has no practical application

[shittyjakeenglish]

Make him a troll for day 69. (There is a joke i swear)

Day 73 DAY 69 2: ELECTRIC BOOGALOO

UM. SO I DIDNT NOTICE THIS ASK UNTIL LAST NIGHT. VERY SORRY. i wonder what the joke was..

[seumyo]

If I released an OC insert MHA Wattpad book . . would we roll with that 🙊

[fluffs-n-stuffs]

/ tkl fluff and mildly spicy art under the cut! — lee!Morty ✨

“Come on now—I’m barely even touching you.~” 🎶💕