#tysm for the request love

[weird-bookworm]

sky,,, SKY!! i literally have notifs on for you, how'd i not know about the mb event. hate tumblr for this actually. comgrats on the milestone :3 heart heart ^^

was thinking shua and [this] song! getting sad but comforting vibes. those blurs you see on nicely shot photos,,, rain on windows!!

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weiss the notifs 😭 BUT THANK YOU SO MUCH!! 💕

i literally have the song on repeat to get in the vibes, it's such a pretty one too 😌 but you're absolutely right! it's giving sad comfort and shua was a perfect choice 🥺

(also ty for making my work a little easier with the suggestions, i am eternally indebted to you hehe ^^)

it's completely random and not nearly as light as i'd like it to be, but i'd say i'm satisfied, wby??

[retquits]

Can I humbly ask for Darcy in doodle request?

miss darcy fields of mistria for you 🤲🧁

[jkvjimin]

JIMIN & TAEHYUNG ↳ are you sure?! | episode 3 for @jung-koook ♡

[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!

[gotchibam]

Galarian Zigzagoon ko-fi doodle for Sunny!

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

[o0kawaii0o]

oooh if you take requests i would love to see more phoenix wright from you!!!! if not no worries, i love your art <3

I don't really take requests but I've been meaning to draw more phoenix so here you go anon 😭

Smile for the camera!

[mobius-m-mobius]

It's a pretty cool name.

Loki + the progression of saying Mobius' name for @percheduphere

[kimyoohyeon]

handong through the eras for @7nsomnia ♡

[garfieldstim]

may i request a pudding/flan stimboard 🍮? i love your gifs!!!! ^-^

pudding/flan stimboard for anon

x x x / x x x / x x x

[iwantmochisoup]

mochi do you feel like drawing souheki /p because theyre definitely the besties ever

hii hello moot!! Thank youuuu so much for this request!! :3 i had so much fun with your request <3

also i 100% believe in your vision, they would be THE besties fr LMAO i imagine them playing chess and gossiping all the time, and that comment also inspired the first drawing i did! (the one i wasn't happy with) vvv

AJHFGJHSD I REALLY HOPE YOU LIKE IT!! I REALLY REALLY APPRECIATE YOUR SUPPORT AND LIKE YOU ALREADY KNOW, I REALLY WANTED TO THANK YOU FOR ALWAYS BEING SO NICE!!

[horsemoment]

Could you drawwww princess luna? 👀🌙

she’s all dressed up and ready for halloween!

[vrsmnya]

for reqs, pls astrid carrying hiccup!! thank u! have a lovely evening!! skjdksdks

SPACENINTENDOGS I LOVE YOU FOR THIS ONE /p

THEY MEAN EVERYTHING TO ME I LOVED DRAWING THIS TYSM

i hope u have an amazing evening <3

(also y'all should go see spacenintendog's astrid carrying hiccup art its so good i love it SMMMM)

[jkvjimin]

FILTER JIMIN ↳ for @kth1 💜

[diazly]

eddie + hen checking on buck

for anon

[prettymediocrewizard]

i’d like to request tenma and grimmer getting some well deserved rest and cuddles 😳

Yes, absolutely what they need 💞 ;_;

It’s a bit different than how I usually sketch since I was using a different program/tablet than my usual drawings so I may revisit this later in my more comfortable setup to do it more justice TuT

[reegis]

I love your Ivy so much. She would look so cute in a fort of books with a blanket over her while flipping everyone off because they all have books in various states of damage.

everyone is 100% banned from the archives until further notice