#peach god

[miss-psyson]

Most normal Mario Girls conversation

Based on this funny tumblr post I found:

[medusaspeach]

bby god sketches

[giddlygoat]

these have no home so uhhh DOODLE DUMP!

[orangeheliophile]

"Peaches."

(Bakugou x reader)

Warnings: cursing.

Fluff, established relationship, second year! Ua students. Reader calls Bakugou 'Kacchan.' Reader is a bit silly, and Bakugou is utterly in love with his adorable creature.

What happens when your boyfriend starts calling you a nickname after finding you devouring your favorite fruit?

Katsuki has never felt so much cute aggression in his life. And it's all your fault.

Of course, you were the most precious thing on this earth. There is no doubt about that. Your big eyes that look at him with love are absolutely gorgeous. The way your nose scrunches when you try not to sneeze or when you ramble about your day. And whenever you show him that smile, he melts on the spot.

But one day, when he gets back from patrol, he is absolutely baffled to see you like this.

You're eating peaches. While wearing fuzzy pink, Hello Kitty pajama pants. And you're wearing one of his skull shirts. His skull shirt. And it doesn't help that you have the most adorable expression on your face while having your mouth slightly covered in peach juice.

How dare you be so loveable?

He smiles to himself, leaning against a wall in the common room as he watches you munch on the tasty fruit. His arms cross, feeling his heart thumping as he coos when your cheeks look like a chipmunk from stuffing your face with the fruit.

He doesn't dare ruin the moment, chuckling and grinning when he sees you pour honey onto the bowl of peaches. You smile to yourself, kicking your feet in joy as you're completely oblivious to your boyfriend admiring you from afar.

He can't help it, putting a hand over his smile as he gushes over your cuteness. You have a content expression on your face, cheeks full of honeyed peaches as you waddle slightly side to side while sitting on the couch. You lean back, holding the fruit bowl in your hands as you dance happily in peace.

His cheeks start to hurt from smiling too much. You look absolutely ethereal. The sun shines from the windows onto you, providing a soft golden aura. You seem at peace. Something that you hadn't felt since after the war.

You're about to take another big bite of the fruit, your eyes wandering around as you freeze in horror when your gaze meets his. And the bastard chuckles when you do.

He thinks you look adorable, eyes wide, and your jaw dropped as your hand holds the peach in front of your mouth, about to take a bite before you saw him stalking admiring you.

You tense, feeling embarrassed as heat creeps up your cheeks and you gulp. The boy smiles playfully, tilting his head to the side as his smile turns into a small smirk. You clear your throat, turning your head away as your free hand rubs the back of your neck.

"How long have you been watching?..."

"That's not important. What's important is that how cute you fucking look right now."

He teases. Blush rushes to your face, hanging your head low as he chuckles and walks towards you. Yeah, dying feels nice right now. You think.

Katsuki flops down onto the couch, his beefy arm wrapping around your shoulders as he cheekily pulls you closer to him before you can squirm away. You squeak, feeling shy, awkward, and embarrassed as he smirks and props his feet up on the comfortable couch. "Oh, c'mon, peach. Don't get shy on me now."

Wait, what? What did he just call you?

You huff, turning your head away as you pout and lean away from him. The blonde laughs at this, grinning slyly as his arm slides down to your waist and squeezes your hand a bit with his hand, rubbing circles slightly on your exposed skin.

The action makes your heart flutter. Not only did he catch you. He made you feel embarrassed and awkward. The nerve of the handsome stupid bastard. "Don't call me that." You huff, crossing your arms.

The blonde raises his eyebrow, chuckling as he dips his head into your collarbone and flops down on top of you. Making you fall onto the couch. With his stupid heavy muscles crushing you. And his caramel and toasted coconut scent filling your nose. The nerve.

"Hey! You're crushing me!" You groan. Katsuki snickers, squeezing himself underneath your croosed arms as he wraps his own around you and gives sloppy kisses onto your neck and collarbone. You squeal dramatically, lazily trying to slap him away as he entangled his legs with yours and snuggles into you.

"Deal with it, peaches. I'm not going anywhere for a good fucking days."

You whine at his words, acting dramatic as he merely laughs and wiggles his way up, taking the air out of your lungs as he squishes his cheek against yours, nuzzling your faces together. You deadpan. Not only is he suffocating you, but he's trying to act cute. And it's working. Why is it working? Oh, right. You love him or whatever.

"Why must you call me peaches?" You ask, dread in your voice as you regret your recent life choices. The blonde snickers at your misery, stuffing his face into your chest as he speaks in a muffled tone into your chest. You sigh, shaking your head as you gently tug his hair up so you can see his face.

He smiles slyly, chuckling as he raises his eyebrow in amusement and leans forward. You smile a bit, thinking he's going to kiss you, but no. He bites your cheek instead. The cannibal of a boyfriend.

You yelp, surprised by the sudden action as your hand is trying to push his face away. Katsuki grunts, grabbing your wrist as he places it on his cheek so you can caress his face. Your eye twitches as you slap his forehead lightly while he frowns at your action.

"The fuck? You're supposed to be loving me, not doing this shit." He barks, huffing as he nips your nose. You pout, and unknown to you, his heart swells at your adorable face. "And what are you doing, huh?" You accuse. He scoffs dramatically, rolling his eyes and shaking his head in disapproval before biting your cheek again. "I'm showing you my love, dummy."

This time, it's your turn to scoff dramatically. He grunts at your scoff, disapproving your disapproval as he grabs your wrists and places one of them in his hair and the other on his shoulder blade. You squint, staring him down as you debate if you should give him head scratches and back rubs. He stares at you, waiting for you to do what he wants as he bites your cheek again.

His nose presses against the side of your eye as his teeth stay on your skin as you both look at each other dead in the eye. He blinks once. You blink back twice. He grunts, you huff in annoyance. He scrunches his nose in disbelief. You raise your eyebrows as a yes.

He can't believe you just refused to give him affection.

This earns a scowl from the boy lying on top of you. So he does the next best thing, attacking you with his love. Until you die. Of how much you love him.

He smashes his lips onto yours, blowing raspberries onto your mouth as you squeal and squirm. He wraps his arms around you tightly, straddling your hips as he squishes you tightly against him. You slap his chest and stomach, putting no effort into actually hurting him. How annoying.

He pulls away, catching his breath as he smirks at your angry adorable pout. You're too cute. He wants to just eat you up. Hands cupping his cheeks, you lift them, squishing them as he grins and nuzzles into your touch. You sigh and shake your head, not knowing what you did to deserve him as you wish you could return him to his mother. And as if Katsuki could read your thoughts, (He does. He knows you better than you do yourself.) He snickers.

"Aww, don't be mad, peaches. You're stuck with my ass forever. So get used to it." He muffles, attempting to speak while kissing your palms. You groan, letting his face go as he falls onto your chest with a soft thump. The nickname is silly. But it makes your heart flutter for some reason.

"Do you really have to call me that, Kacchan?" You deadpan, hands flopping to your side as he snuggles himself into you. He glances at you, a small but genuine smile appearing as he wraps his arms around you and laces his fingers with yours. "Of course I do. You're my fucking princess."

Ah, now you remember why you choose to love him.

Your heart melts, face softening as you smile back at him while feeling your face heat up. You sigh, giving in as your hand wanders to his fluffy spiky hair and plays with it, the other one holding his hand tightly. He hums in content, wrapping his arm around you as he shuffles closer to your face and kisses you softly.

You grin, melting into the kiss as the blonde drinks your smile while resting his forehead against yours. He pulls away moments later, opening his eyes as he nuzzles his nose against yours. Cherry red eyes gaze into your mesmerizing ones, as his pupils dilate, and he whispers affectionately to you.

"My adorable creature."

You whine. And there it is. Must he ruin the moment? You kiss and cuddle him more, anyway. And he dies from cute aggression.

I'm happy with this one :)

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[heartorbit]

i want to know everything that makes you happy! 💫🪐🎇

[lovelysakuryay]

friendly reminder: you don’t owe anyone any explanations as to why you practice the way you practice. If the Gods are happy with your practice who is anyone to say otherwise??

it’s okay to have your own thoughts and opinions but let’s stop w the policing of devotion when the policing doesn’t even make sense

[cozylittleartblog]

art we do not tell n*****do about

charms || stickers

[arakkiisuperstar]

[peevishpants]

you ever just eat an apple so good that you gwwwwooooooooonnnnngggggggg [cosmic noise]

get this as a print here!

[blamemma]

✨🍑big, broad, and bountiful🍑✨

- daniel ricciardo struggles to slide into his seat ahead of the red bull show run at the goodwood festival of speed 2024

[medusaspeach]

Sketch commission of Apollo playing the lyre for little Hebe. ✨

[peachyfnaf]

"I don't care anymore."

"You're right. You don't."

[peachesofteal]

The day starts as any other does.

You take the train to your stop. You’re early for it, always giving yourself ample time, anxiety about being late building in the back of your throat like a sickness every morning until your feet grace the platform, head and eyes down inside the crowd of shoulders jostling and pushing forward as one.

The day is as normal as ever. You blend into the background of other’s lives, taking up space in their peripheral, just a blink, a dot of existence, an extra on set. A stranger in a strange world.

It stays that way until you settle into a spot against a window, thumbing through the scroll of unanswered emails, mentally prioritizing and preparing for a busy morning. It’s not until a shadow of black, tar and tenebrous mass moves close that your focus jolts, electricity fissuring through your veins, a lightning bolt striking true.

You blink twice when you look up.

There’s a man, heavy and broad, facing the opposite direction of every single soul on board, staring at you with half lidded eyes. No one seems to notice, no one even seems to see him, the hulking mass taking up more space than feels possible, and the train car’s air is impossibly thin, wrapping tight to your lungs, chemical and fuel burning across the back of your tongue.

It’s abundantly clear, this is not a man. He exceeds his skeleton, immortal rage and grace shimmering in the air around him, unblinking focus turning the skin on the back of your neck scalding hot. The rest of you crawl, jitters and shakes, hands trembling in your lap as you try and try again to look away, caught in the web of something you can’t name.

An old prayer splinters through your head, splitting your mind wide, reminding you of ancient stories passed through the ages of silent, sulking gods who wait in the wings, watching for the moment the sun calls them back into the light.

It’s not possible.

You reaffirm rational thought. Long dead religion and long dead gods- old wives tales from your upbringing, weren’t real. They weren’t tangible.

You left all that behind. You existed, flourished, in modern society now, living and breathing alongside those who grew up with televisions and cellphones and endless, mindless entertainment.

But when you look back up at the… presence, he hasn’t looked away. He only watches with a tilted head, shiny scar in his eyebrow catching the warm glow of the rising sun.

And you can’t shake the feeling he’s something more than a man.

[heartorbit]

a new world together

[whereismyhat5678]

I have a confession to make.

And you can bash me all you want about it. BUT I STAND FIRM ✊✊

*clears throat*

I’ve had a crush on all of these men.💀

Edit: HOLD YOUR HORSES- I forgot at least 2 ✌️ I fixed it now!

[entiqua]

four swords x princess peach showtime (???