Enjoy ur bees, give magic swords to little girls and baked beans to slublings— and be wary of rogue noodles
EU doodles: my own Mehndra, Hey Barbie, Tai of the Order and their cursed snack choices, the never ending bench, Strongessst, Necrotechnician Fip, Soft Skunk, Ruárn and Lux Pyrefaith
NA doodles: Khynain (ft a very tiny goofy version of my lad Draikôs) Wet Gunk, Harley Vuong, Tine of Nice Dreams, Kimber Truthspeaker, Zuutes and Master Dokks
As always, if you would like to be tagged with your toon, please let me know!! Otherwise, enjoy ur mischief
this was going to be a fun lil shitpost for vash's birthday, then i thought, 'what if it's not fun and wholesome anymore' and ended up spending WAY too much time and energy on this
on another note, im still not over them actually like
i'VE SCOURED ALL 15 pages of trigun angst on ao3 and no, i've not read all of them yet
despite their size difference, capitano's large frame feels warm and safe, his presence keeping the cold at bay just like a soft knitted blanket made by your grandmother's golden hands. he lets out a small grunt of disapproval, glancing down at her.
after a beat, he asks- although reluctantly. “pray tell, why did you wear such a thin coat in this weather?”
“it's part of my work uniform...” she pouts slightly. “but it's true, the thin material bothers me sometimes...” she replies sheepishly, lowering her head.
his expression softens a bit under the dark mask, noticing her timid tone. he clears his throat before speaking, his voice still firm but a teensy bit gentler this time.
“i just can't have you falling ill... then who's going to do all my paperwork?” he says in an attempt to humour her, earning a small huffed smile from behind the breathy clouds in return.
hello gravity falls fans that followed me to see gravity falls content but is instead getting adventutr etime. hello adventure time fans that followed me to see adventure time content and are seeing gravity falls. can we live in harmony on this blog
waking up with isagi after a long night of fucking and he feels so so guilty seeing little bruises from gripping your hips and from sucking ur skin and biting it when he got carried away tasting u and making u feel So good…. hes like a puppy....
kate laswell carried the entire fucking three modern warfares on her back, it would have all gone to shit before it even started with out here, send tweet