#i miss them so much everyday

[starryemeralds]

some old art i made after s5 that i never posted 👀

[megueggu]

pet her! for @pup_hime ✨

[beanschan]

the sillies !! i miss them sm,,,,

[kitsuneisi]

I've been exploring your art recently and noticed your ocs for Bloody Hell and was wondering if there would be any more content for that or if that was being put on hold since you've been working on ddvau. Is more content being made for that or is the series on hiatus? I love the concept and the designs are amazing btw!!

WAAAAAAAAA I LOVE MY TWO BOYS SO SO MUCH they have been in hold for a while by i have been cooking ideas for them over the years My biggest goals with them right now is redesign them a bit and investigate more about the victorian era to make the world building and visual appeal of the story more interesting I would love to make a webcomic of them once ddvau is finished!!

[cartoonybus]

cool down doodles from last week i colored

[crybaby-bkg]

cw: Bakugou dies but comes back to life, “comes back wrong” trope, implied fighting, angst

When Bakugou died, you’re not sure how you went on living. Grief had taken over your life, sat you in the passenger side while it cruised off the highway into icy waters. And even then, you couldn’t find the energy to drown.

It’s why there’s a sudden uptick of energy when you’re promised to have him back. Some top scientists contact you months after his death, tell you to hurry down to the headquarters labs, come and rejoice for what you’re about to witness. And you’re horrified, to say the least.

“This isn’t my husband.” Are your first words when you walk in, watch the figure on the other side of the glass examine its own hands. It looks like your husband but—but his hair isn’t the right shade of blond all over. His nose bridge had a slight bump after a scuffle with a villain. He had a scar on his hand but—but it never looked like it was to sew a pinky beside the other fingers.

“Is that really my husband?” You ask next in disbelief, slowly entering the room. Bakugou’s head snaps up, his eyes a little brighter than you remember but—they hold so much emotion. So much memory, so much panic, so much guilt.

“I left you.” He mutters, his voice raspy and ragged, and you wonder if it’ll always be like this now. It makes you cry a little harder than it should, but you only embrace each other. He’s cold and his shoulders don’t hold the same mass and his back doesn’t carry the same scars. There’s one, jagged and rough, running down his back, and you think, you think that’s where they slipped a new spine in.

“Welcome back home.” You tell him, weeks after meeting him again, new and not totally—Katsuki. He’s stiff and he doesn’t immediately take off his boots when he enters, and it worries you. Makes you think if you’ve just let a stranger into your home, one that has stolen your dead husbands face. Makes you wonder if he’ll be as loving as Katsuki once was, or if he’ll become your monster looming over you with the guilt of not being able to rest anymore.

“I’ve missed you so much.” You whisper against his mouth one night, a little while after he’s moved back. You don’t know why you lay under him, why you let him nestle himself inside of you, why you let him hold you against his chest. Katsuki always ran his hands over your cheeks and neck whenever he held you like this, but this…man, only holds himself up with his hands resting beside your head. It’s alien, how he looks at you, how his hips are methodically measured with every thrust, how he kisses you every 8 seconds. You wonder if he’s more robot than Frankenstein monster.

“Why did you come back to me like this?” You ask him one night, barricaded in the bathroom away from him. You can hear his sobs on the other side, his pleading to be let in. He tells you he never wanted to come back if he had to be like this, that he’s sorry, please let him in, he misses the warmth of your skin, he’s never been so cold before, he’s never liked the cold.

“Is this considered cheating?” You ask yourself aloud one night, when Bakugou is forced back to the lab when he becomes too…un-Bakugou. To sleep with a man that is your husband in every way but? Your husband has been dead for a year now, and yet you stroke the chin of the man that tries so hard to be him everyday, but fails so miserably at it every time.

“I’ll come back to you right this time.” Bakugou promises to you when he’s strapped down to leave for the lab and before he’s sedated. But you don’t believe him—you never did. Your husband is dead, and this animated corpse has been nothing but a cheap mockery of everything you’ve lost and something you will never truly get back.

[damnamour]

ICI TOUT COMMENCE ― E944

[dykecory]

hallo bling...could u draw chris n zach together mayhaps (ᗒᗩᗕ)?

using this ask as an excuse to post my oneypebbles art i've made (guys did u know i have a daily oneypebbles acc in twt heh)

+ funny comic w hans

okaii

[thefairyfellermasterstroke]

[daily-hanamura]

[rickybaby]

thinking a little more positively about after f1 — what do you think he’ll move onto? do you think he’ll stay a public figure, or will he take the route of a quiet life? and, what would you like to see him do in the future?

I think he’s going to take a long long long time for himself before he even thinks about what he wants to do. And I love that for him.

I wouldn’t be surprised if, after all that’s happened, he decides to withdraw completely from public life. As a fan, I will simply be glad to have what and when he decides to share anything with us

[wikitpowers]

i want to see kit going to everyday high school, making friends at lunchtime, talking a walk around the devon countryside with mina, training with jem and tessa, learning how to control his powers, finding his own style, exploring his sexuality, going to pride with his school friends and waving the bi flag around like a maniac, taking selfies and using tumblr to look at percy jackson fanart (he's definitely a tumblr user let's face it), i want him making cookies and sharing them with tessa while they have deep chats and do face masks, i need him training how to become a shadowhunter but also just going to the cinema with his friends and being a regular ass teenager, i want to see him just existing, growing and doing ordinary things

i just miss kit herondale like mad

[kuromi-hoemie]

i love looking down or catching my reflection in a window and being like oh i forgot I'm hot today

[gloryride]

Nomads in Love

Come here my serenade, my desert serenade Wherever lovers dwell, it weaves it's magic spell Soon a thousand dreams will start And romance will fill your heart My lips conceal, love that's warm and real Give me the chance to hold you near You'll see a brand new world appear So come and hear, my desert serenade My Desert Serenade - Elvis Presley

[pilgrimattinkercreek1974]

So easy to be melancholy about the sheer volume of people u r bound to meet and then spend months or years or lifetimes not seeing again the deep loves and the brief infatuations and the passing connections in this transient proj of living but its like i just realized that if u flip the coin on its head u get to remember how beautiful it is that so many people will have the luck of getting to live with and love and wake up next to and eat dinner with and spend their lives alongside these people u have had to love and leave and that that makes it worth it somehow. and in that way how many people feel those wrongplacewrongtimewhatifs about the people u love in ur life and to them u r the lucky one

[the-knife-consumer]

I wish bands in splatoon were given more than like. Two songs. And nothing else