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[leavingautumn13]

could i possibly request a glory? best girl 😔

(and i love your art btw)

she is!!

[retquits]

Can I humbly ask for Darcy in doodle request?

miss darcy fields of mistria for you 🤲🧁

[triona-tribblescore]

i LOVE biker angel dust so much hes so cool and pretty and badass

RIGHT?? :D <3 Husk agrees uvu

[gotchibam]

Zigzagoon and Zorua ko-fi doodle for PastelPunk!

I’m accepting pokemon ko-fi doodle requests here! ✨

[capquinn]

Hey I love your Dad!Quinn writings so much! They’re so cute and fluffy! Maybe you can do one about mom’s bump popping up one morning and Quinn is like mesmerized, realizes that a baby is coming and his life is going to change. But he’s so happy. Only if you want to write this. Have fun in NYC!

The hoodie slipped from his hands, forgotten, as Quinn froze in the doorway, caught in the quiet spell of the moment. His breath stilled, his gaze fixed on you — on the reflection of you in the mirror, framed by the soft morning light that filtered through the curtains. You were standing there, one hand resting on the curve of your belly, your fingers brushing over it in a way that was both casual and deliberate.

But it wasn’t the same curve he’d kissed goodnight the evening before. This was new, different.

His eyes traced the line of your profile, lingering on the now unmistakable swell of your stomach. It wasn’t just a gentle hint anymore, not the subtle softness he’d grown accustomed to seeing. It was undeniable, defined. A bump.

His bump. His baby.

Quinn’s arms hung at his sides, his hoodie now pooled in the chair behind him as his brain worked to catch up with his eyes. For a long beat, he just stared, unmoving, as the weight of it hit him all at once. His chest tightened, his heart thrumming in a rhythm he couldn’t quite place. It wasn’t panic, not fear, but bigger — something that was overwhelming in its tenderness. Awe, maybe. Or reverence. A sense of this is real that felt too massive for his chest to hold.

He tilted his head slightly, as if looking from a different angle might somehow soften the impact, but it didn’t. If anything, it deepened it.

His gaze dropped to your hand, the way your palm smoothed over the firm swell like it was second nature now. He hadn’t realised how much he’d been holding his breath until he let it out, slow and shaky, his hands flexing at his sides. There was no mistaking it anymore — this was real. Tangible. The tiny life that had been nothing but whispers and plans and grainy black-and-white ultrasound images was suddenly here, making its presence known.

You glanced up in the mirror, your eyes catching his reflection, and Quinn’s heart twisted. You looked at him like you always did — a soft affection that grounded him — but now there was something else. Something unspoken, something shared. Something that said, can you believe this?

He stepped closer without even realising, the movement automatic, like gravity was pulling him to you. His hand reached out instinctively, tentative at first, brushing against the curve of your belly before settling there fully. His palm was warm, steady, fingers spreading slightly as if to take it all in. The bump was firm, more defined than he’d expected, and the simple touch made everything feel sharper, clearer.

“This is new,” he murmured, his voice low and rough with emotion, almost as if speaking louder might shatter the fragile intimacy of the moment.

“It wasn’t like this yesterday,” you replied softly, your voice carrying the same quiet awe that was written all over your face.

“No,” he agreed, his thumb sweeping in a slow arc along the edge of your belly. “It wasn’t.”

For the first time, it wasn’t just an abstract thought in the back of his mind. It wasn’t just appointments or plans or future names whispered in the dark. It was right here, under his hand. The tiny, growing life you’d made together, tucked safely between the two of you.

His gaze flicked back up to yours, his eyes soft and bright with something unspoken. Pride, maybe, and then his lips curved into a faint, almost shy smile.

“That’s… really our baby,” he said, the words tumbling out like a confession, as though saying them aloud might help him fully believe it.

“Really our baby,” you echoed, and the way you said it, so soft but so certain, nearly unraveled him.

Quinn’s thumb brushed over your skin again, slower this time, more deliberate, as if tethering himself in the moment. He didn’t let go, didn’t even think about moving. His fingers flexed gently against you, holding on as though the world might tip if he didn’t anchor himself to this — to you.

He exhaled quietly, his voice dropping even lower as his gaze flicked back to your bump.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to it,” he murmurs. “To you. To seeing you like this.” His voice caught slightly, and his eyes softened even further as they roamed the swell of your stomach, his hands cradling it like it was the most precious thing in the world.

He couldn’t take his eyes off you — off the way your body had changed, the way it was carrying something that was a part of both of you. It hit him all at once, an overwhelming wave of awe that nearly stole his breath. The guys had joked about this, their faces lighting up in a way that always seemed a little exaggerated when they said there was nothing more attractive than seeing your partner pregnant with your child. He’d brushed it off at the time, but standing here now, he finally understood. You were stunning, and it wasn’t just how you looked — it was what it meant. What you were doing.

He kept those thoughts to himself, too raw and vulnerable to say aloud, but they lingered, stirring in the quiet space between you.

“You’re just so beautiful,” he said instead, the words escaping before he could stop them. He didn’t need to elaborate — everything he felt was in the way he looked at you, his eyes soft, his expression completely open.

The sincerity in his words made your throat tighten, a warmth rising in your chest that had nothing to do with hormones. He saw it immediately — the way your eyes glossed just slightly, your lips pressing together as if to hold back an overflow of emotion. You stared down at the curve of your belly, your hand resting over his, grounding yourself in the moment.

Quinn’s heart clenched at the sight. He hadn’t meant to make you cry, but the way your reaction softened your entire expression made his chest ache in the best way. His fingers flexed gently against your stomach again, his thumb brushing over your skin in a slow, steady rhythm, his way of silently telling you that he was right here.

Your lips parted slightly, like you wanted to say something but weren’t quite ready, and he stayed quiet, giving you the space to find the words.

“It doesn’t feel real, does it?” you whispered finally, your voice carrying a quiet awe that made his breath catch.

He paused for just a moment, watching the way your gaze lingered on your belly, before answering.

“It’s real,” he said, almost to himself, as if to convince the last part of him that still couldn’t quite believe it. His fingers pressed a little more firmly, cradling the swell of your stomach with the same care he might handle something sacred. “It’s us. Right here.”

He could see the ripple of emotion in your expression, the way your chest rose in a deep, steadying breath. The way your hand tightened over his for just a second, like you needed him to hold you in the moment.

When your eyes finally met his, the look you gave him stopped him in his tracks. It was full of wonder, gratitude, and a love so profound it stole the breath from his lungs. For a moment, he couldn’t find the words, couldn’t do anything but hope that you saw everything reflected back in his gaze: the wonder, the love, the quiet, unshakable resolve that whatever came next, he’d be there — every step, every breath. For you. For the tiny life between you. For all of it.

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requests are open - let’s daydream!

[jkvjimin]

tae in pink suit | for @kth1 🌺 cr. 0613data

[silna-pdf]

Gavin referring to nines in stasis: “how do I turn him on?”

Connor: *starts to speak*

Gavin: scared “don’t answer that”

Conor confused: “why?”

request

Ok dramatized it for you he’s literally trembling shaking crying

[yangjeongin]

VOCALRACHA | "VENOM" MV for @outofconcheol

learn more about getting a gifset for gaza here!

[sukerokus]

ai hoshino for @vivianvivvia ♡

[transmascaraa]

heya!! could i request gaming cuddle headcanons :3

bf!gaming headcannons!

just your usual cuddle night, with your playful bf...

bf!gaming x gn!reader

author's note: i feel FAMOUS getting requests😭 when i got this one i was like "OH MY🤯" and i just started writing here. anyways tysm for your request and i hope it's what you wanted, and that you at least like it<3 also i love making this gaming content😭 i think i might've been the first one to do one btw so I FEEL PROUD.

"mmh... you're so soft... and warm..."

-since it's still very cold, even though february is finally here, you weren't warm enough

-you were under the covers with your boyfriend

-he was laying with you on the bed, playing some "relaxing" game on his phone, while you were resting your head on his shoulder

-you frequently pulled the covers more up so that they would warm you up a bit more

-but your boyfriend didn't notice yet. (despite seeing that something was bothering you)

-your ice-cold hands accidentally brushed against his belly under the covers, making him jump a bit.

-"your hands are so cold!" he let out a yelp.

-he was so warm, though.

-you wondered why, but then remembered that he's pyro.

-of course he's rarely cold.

-"sorry... mmm... i think i'm cold..." you were practically freezing. you were even shivering.

-"you think?" he asked, with a grin.

-"maybe." you mumbled under your breath

-"c'mere..." he put his phone away and snuggled up against you.

-he let out a few whines while he was still getting comfortable. you were so cold!

-after getting into a good position, he hugged your tight, pulling you even closer to him.

-"mmh... thank you..." you whispered.

-gaming blushed a bit, but then kissed your cheek.

-"you're welcome... you're so soft but so cold..." he said, shifting a bit closer to you.

-"and you're soft and warm... stop complaining..." you sighed, now resting fully against him.

-"you can sleep... it's late anyways." he reassured you, before kissing your forehead.

"alright... i might as well... goodnight, lion boy..." you kissed his cheek, then closed your eyes.

-you were so grateful for him, weren't you?

-he was hot in every possible way.

-as soon as he heard your soft breaths against his neck, he knew you were asleep.

-"goodnight, my little lion..." he kissed the top of your head once more, and then closed his eyes himself.

-you two fell asleep peacefully like that, warming eachother up.

-well, he was warming you up.

-not that it matters, what matters is that you got what you wanted.

-both in your heart, and physically.

-warmth.

~~~~~

i think it's okay even tho it's short???

idk tho i hope you liked it, anon, or anyone else<3

btw i love you all sm i'm at 61 followers i'm so grateful for each one of you😭💗

[solarpawbs]

CAN U PRETTY PLEASE DRAW NURSE DOOM I LOVE UR ART SO MUCH

damn bitch eat ur food fuck u lookin crazy for!!!

[algoreithms]

hi!! very big fan of your art! you portray characters very wonderfully. if you’re doing requests, i think allison kerry from saw would look great in your style! ^_^

bring her back for saw XI and i might watch it

[gotchibam]

Espeon and Sylveon ko-fi doodle for a ko-fi supporter!

I'm accepting pokemon ko-fi doodle requests here! ✨

[mechanicalinfection]

Hello there mechanical! :D I have a question...Can I give your springtrap a hug?🥺Please..? BTW I LOVE UR ART SMMM!!! UR SO TALENTED!! ^^

SPRINGHUGS!!!

[pddngchi-artblog]

Quick drawing I did for Ande (tiny.sunshin.melon on IG!) with his sona and Ais from TOUCHSTARVED! You could never go wrong with “Love Like You” o7

Added commentary in the tags

[celestialwrites]

enemies/rivals to lovers in a marital arts academy, prompts

(dialogue + prompts) requested by: @habibaxdd <3

☆ “do you want to go out with me then?” “depends on how hard you hit me.”

☆ they slammed your body into the mat with such force the wind near on evaporated from your lungs. god, you were going to kill them.

☆ their breathing hitched when they saw you. too bad you were about to beat the crap out of them. literally.

☆ “did you just hit me?!” “yes.” “oh so that’s how it is.”

☆ “i love you.” “i just (choked/kicked/hit/etc) you..?”

☆ they used to trip you in the halls around the academy when you first got accepted, now they can barely keep up with your progression. but good god do they love a good challenge.

☆ “what techniques do you specialize in?” “(insert)” “me too, guess i have another fly to squash, see you later (nickname)”

☆ they love nothing more than to tease your poor/and or good technique whilst giving you nicknames that send blush rushing over your face and a shiver down your spine.

☆ “this would be easy with daggers…” “so you could stab me? where would it be (last name)? you going to shot for my heart?” “obviously, it’s a secured kill.” “you don’t need to stab me to take my heart, you already have it. plus what’s the point of coming to this stupid school if you have to rely on weapons?”

☆ when you’re sparring with each other you look for every single weakness they have until you realize that the only weakness left is you.

☆ “do you know what happened today? you beat me! me! i’ve never been beaten in my own specialty (last name), you may be intriguing to say the least but you have just made yourself a very powerful enemy.”

☆ you would try to make each others lives miserable at the academy, try to shoo one or the other away, but it never worked. oddly enough you two started having trouble staying away from each other.

☆ “you kissed me?! as a distraction?” “so? i used all means necessary to win the spar and i did.”

☆ “you were always just my competition, now that schools over i guess that’s it.” “i don’t just want to be your competition, i love you!”

☆ during your last spar on your very last day at the academy you were trying to come up with one last insult, one last jab to their ego, then they kissed you.

requests are open<3