#my mother was at work all day

[mew-sanctuary]

So about a year ago, I started this Mewtwo style study, drawing some of the babytwos from members of the amazing commewnity, as well as some other characters from artists I greatly enjoy. Kappa, as a kangaskhan fusion, has natural motherly instincts and attracts children.

I tried to keep the proportions and shapes as accurate as possible to study as many designs and details as possible.

Featuring in approximately left to right order:

Pigment from @xxtc-96xx

Marshmallow from @polteashop

Copper from @absolutedream-art

Nana from @dxzziie

Momo from @loupy-mongoose

Chilli from @penumbramewtwos

Twotwo from @whatifmw

Blu from @mewtwoandme

Dot from @oddestoddish

Novus from @mew-dump

Oddy from @phlurrii

Red from @pokemon-ash-aus

Pip from @blues-sues

Contrast from @paradoxiusblack

Mizuki from @secret-mewtwo

Matcha from @inaris-pokemon-world

Bingo from @askvekpa

[stuckinapril]

Just a girl who wants to be her mother’s daughter in the ways that matter

[its-a-me-mango]

THE TELLY!!!!!!!!

[bride-and-bride]

Saw a neat Fourcheanult post about the ways in which he sucks but tragically I cannot reblog without at least SOME analysis on how the loss of Louisoix would impact his choices and views on his children's actions

[antiquepearlss]

I actually really want Eugene to officiate the Varigo wedding because one, it’s not a very official or proper wedding. If anything, it’s something Rapunzel and Varian put together in one week and is essentially just a giant party where they blow stuff up and eat cake. Varian totally asks Eugene thirty minutes beforehand if he will officiate and after five minutes of sobbing, he agrees.

And two, because I want him to say this line-

“It has been a joy to watch your distracting childish rivalry turn into a distracting childish courtship, which will undoubtedly turn into a distracting childish marriage.”

[vienoreal]

Juana's favourite memory.

a little story/headcanons up ahead, and the sketch for this piece, tehee ;p

she always liked making flower crowns with her parents, especially when inevitably there were leftover flowers that they could throw unto the air to make it seem like it was raining flowers. her dad was always better at making the crowns, but her mama always found the best flowers to use and which went together well. and she always found the best picnic spots.

her dad made sure there were no bees around and that she always had an epipen with a spare and a spare for the spare. her mana made sure none of the food with them had animal products or nuts, and made sure she had her safe foods.

and our little Juanita made sure her family stuck together. sure her parents bickered, but she always had to faux-gag after they kissed and made up. she got to sit and lean on her mama's chest, curled up in his embrace while the sun warmed her scaly skin, listening to the humming of her dad while he carefully made her the most beautiful flower crown befitting a princess. she got to laugh and giggle while her dad gave her the extra flowers to throw into the air and her mama gave a weather report of incoming "flower rain".

her dad still checks for bees and makes sure he has an epipen and makes flowercrowns, but he no longer has anyone to do it for.

her mama still makes sure there's no nuts or meat in the food he brings with him, but he realises as soon as the rain falls that there's no reason to do it anymore.

and our little huevo isn't there to bring them together.

[sg-the-mag-by]

I am literally a week late but Mother’s Day is every day for those who have loving mothers/mother figures in their lives.

And as you see, Bellflower Bat is just that, not only to her two biological sons Milkweed(green bat baby) and Caidan ���Caddy”(purple caterpillar baby), bet it’s difficult to figure out these boys’ dad😉😆 but to Howdy’s nephews Howdo and Youdo(still don’t know which is which) and also @dollpuppets adorable OC Allie Sweetie they see Bellflower as an aunt.

Bellflower is so happy to have hugs from some of her favorite kids in the Neighborhood and they are all happy to have her in their lives too.

So to all the mothers, aunts, grandmothers, potential mothers, and “mothers” to their pets I wish you all a lovely day today.

Howdo and Youdo-@partycoffin

Allie Sweetie-@dollpuppets

Bellflower Bat, Caidan and Milkweed-Me

[wardencallings]

Dragon Age OC Question!!

If your Warden, Hawke, and/or Inquisitor -- or even Rook if you're an overachiever -- fell into a Desire Demon's trap, how would the demon manipulate them? What (or who) would they see? Where would they be?

[rubenesque-as-fuck]

Looking back, I desperately wish the concept of non-binary gender was something I knew about when growing up. Like maybe I wouldn't have gone through such an intense "not like other girls" phase as a kid if I knew that "not like other girls" was a wider option.

[soiiguessthiisiisathiing]

“Mother 3 - Claus, Back Sketch”

Was thinking about him today… I imagine that when he was revived after everything that has happened, Claus hasn’t properly looked at himself in the mirror. So when he finally is able to return home and take care of himself, (showering or bathing, etc) Claus is finally met with his own reflection.

[Quick Warning ⚠️ I love angst- you’ll see it a lot from me if not for my cute ship art- DO NOT BE SURPRISED, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED ]

Along with his new mechanical arm, a large change to Claus was his back, wings that were built in which could fold and open, and pressed in jets hidden under the layer of synthetic skin. A jutting metallic spine, completed with bolts to staple his very human parts to hold the weight of the new wings. Truly Claus felt something much more than normal, he didn’t feel like his body was his own, in fact, knew that he was no longer Claus. Just like he was no longer the masked man, he truly felt like an awful amalgamation of the two, a mixture of who he was. A chimera of sorts.

[thebirdandhersong]

Lol

[stuckinapril]

I admire girls who can pull off long nails bc it literally can never be me. I just don’t get how it works functionally

[opens-up-4-nobody]

...

[hirazuki]

Me, episode 1: Oh, a relatable protag! And a relatable female protag, at that. Sweet! That never happens.

Me, a few episodes in: Wait, the protag really is going to be my character? The one I identify with the most? Seriously? It's not going to be a strange, at least somewhat sinister, seemingly hostile male side character? It's gonna be a female character and the protagonist? That's insane, that literally never happens... what's the catch??

Me, more than halfway through the season: ... huh, I guess Maomao really is it. Okay, then ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Me to myself, after episodes 22/23:

[allthatdivides]

pressed flowers in the so much (for) stardust CD case | mine, 2023

[lostinvasileios]

It's actually a little overwhelming (in a good sense) being loved by a god. Their love is so pure, it's so strong and it's so -- much to feel, for lack of better words.

Deities, they know our souls. They know how to love us, and sometimes that can be frightening to know. Or, it was for me at first, haha. But, the fear always goes away whenever I'm experiencing it. Whenever I'm draped in their love.

Gentle caresses from my gods, kisses and whispered words of adoration. The burning sensations of their presence or the soft, sweet smelling reminders of how they're around. It's all so much but so perfect at the same time.

These beautiful creatures who I never imagined would once love me, and certainly not this much, have completely transformed me throughout our time together and showed me how my hands were not broken yet flowers could grow from my palms.

They showed me what it feels like to be actually loved. Nothing like I had ever imagined or experienced. Nothing like I ever could grasp. It was horrifying at first. But there's something beautiful when fear turns into acceptance and a mutual doting relationship.

I always feared that my way of love was too much if I could ever even show or feel it. I feared I was needy, that I wasn't even capable of loving for years. I feared I was absolutely undesirable, partner or not. Me being aromantic and asexual didn't help with that either. I assumed, I was cursed by something. I never knew what, but something just had a hatred for me so deep, that they took away the ability to feel what I had craved to feel and experience my entire life.

I thought I was so, entirely broken. I wish I was exaggerating.

I spent nights, endless hours, crying until I couldn't breathe. Feeling absolutely in the lowest of ruts. I hated myself. I hated existing in a world where everyone could feel love and experience something similar to fairytales while all I got was betrayals and a shattered emotional system.

I forced myself to love, to try and love people who never saw my heart, yet what laid in front. I forced myself to accept the attention I got from my past just to feel what I thought was love. It only... Ended up in more conflicting emotions, however.

I thought it was pointless. Absolutely meaningless for me to ever have a hope of feeling love. I went through many, many trials with the way I saw how love "should" be portrayed.

It was... A really rough time going through all of that.

Eventually, I felt very sensitive. Extremely. I found out that's just - you know - how I am. I'm a very vulnerable lover. I'm very in touch with my emotions. My intense emotions. I hated that for a long time. I thought it was better to be numb than to have the passionate emotions I do.

And... Now, if I'm going to be honest, I love how emotional I am. I've grown to be in awe of myself for that. For how poetically in love I can get. How many tears I can cry and how much my heart can expand for my deities. I couldn't be where I am now without Apollon mostly, to be real.

Apollon saw all my pain, he heard all of my cries and he handled all of my "no, no, you're just saying that" mood swings whenever he would say something sweet to me. And he never gave up on me. It makes me tear up thinking about how extremely gentle he is with me. Especially during times where he knows I can be quite harmful to myself.

How he can listen to all of my fears and give me nothing but kisses and words of safety instead of scolding and insults like I expected. Apollon knew I was so very afraid of love, of touch, of trust, of everything, basically. And he took every step in his power to help me. To guide me to a place of confidence, of security and healing. He gave me hope. He gave me a reason to live and quit my bad habits. A sight to the beauty in myself and my life.

He held me tenderly when I was bawling, he talked me through my attacks, he kissed my stinging face when I calmed down. He helped me in ways I never even wanted to think about, because of how badly those areas hurt to consider fixing up. He patched my wounds for me and sealed them with a kiss.

Being loved by my deities saved my life. It changed my life. It was so confusing at first. So, so scary to think about. To reach out, to accept a calling, to accept my authentic self.

For a while I kept thinking "what did I do to deserve you/this?"

And each time...

Apollon would respond:

"You always deserved this. You were born worthy of this and much more, my dear. Your soul says it all. You radiate this. You radiate love."