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made by me because I love him
this is Archibald,he is very stupid but very happy,please say hello to him.
hey wanna join my cult?
we worship a green zesty robot from an old cancelled cartoon network series for children,who is also the bad guy.
and we're 99.9% percent sure he's mentally ill
Cute little koi fish girl I drew as a vtuber concept! I used the colors of the spina bifida ribbon (a yellow ribbon with a black spine) and I just picked a koi fish bc…I like koi. I’d love to use her one day! I’m begging you all to click the pictures I didn’t know they’d post as blurry as they did but they look good when clicked on
Guys meet Znel Yllib :O
They're my little Billy Lenz knock off totally not was going to be fanart skrunkle <3
(P.S. - I have literally never drawn anything in this style EVERRR and just wow omg wow literal sort of most realistic dream style that goes with my art skill stats omg)
"We dance! We dance all Niiiight~!"
Anyways my interpretation of human!1010 inspired by @kittysuicoffee 's own when they invited me to try my hand at it, so uhhh yeah, made this and some other doodles during a 13 hour blackout ✌️
More info and headcanons under the cut!
They are quintuplets! Despite that, since Rin was born first and Haym last, they both claim the titles of "eldest" and "youngest" respectively despite being born around the same time as their other brothers
They're Korean- I don't think I need to give an explanation on why I headcanon that 😭
Rin has albinism and Haym has heterochromia (though it isn't really seen here-)
Idk if it's that noticeable but they all have moles lmao
They were drafted into the military at 18 and were taken in by Neon J after they had served their time since they found it hard to stay home fresh out of the navy, especially with expectations to act the same as they did before they left. Found family ensues and maybe actual adoption down the line
Got into the music industry with Neon J as their manager. Turned their shared experiences in the navy into a big part of their image (a very normal and healthy thing to do) and are doing really well for themselves.
bye this is too cute omg gn i need to go outside aughhhhhhhhhhhhh
₊˚⊹｡ 7:17 a.m. | kirishima eijirou
wc: 741
summary: when it gets too much, you’re met with the man you love.
contains: written with f!reader in mind (but no pronouns mentioned), comfort fic, mentions of anxiety/overwhelming feelings, kiri is the best to ever
a/n: inspired by a prompt from @/nightprompts: “there it is, there’s that smile!”. willow this is for you and the immeasurable way we love this babey buff boy
reposted to appear in tags.
You don’t know how Kirishima does it, being all… him all the time.
A part of you always thinks you don’t deserve it—how he meets you with tender understanding when you can’t even muster a smile.
You should be dealing with this on your own.
By yourself.
Not with him having to stay home a while longer instead of starting his morning in the gym, where he can enjoy the rare time he has to himself.
You feel terrible.
“Sorry, it’s nothing, just—” you sigh, pressing your palms to your eyes. Your hands are still damp from washing the dishes.
Kirishima’s presence has always been hard to miss—big, bright, and entirely all-comforting. He crosses the kitchen island to get to you now, hand reaching for the back of your head as he pushes you gently towards his chest.
It’s that familiar presence that makes you feel like crying right now.
“Hey, hey,” he shushes, his other hand rubbing up and down your lower back, “it’s okay.”
He’d already gotten ready for the gym when he heard the clatter, rushing out to the kitchen with his protein shaker in one hand and gym bag over his shoulder. You’d toppled over the dish soap and groaned out in frustration, watching the liquid ooze down the drain along with every bit of your self-composure.
It was one of those things; one of those days—that feeling you’ve been having lately triggered by the simplest, most unrelated occurrence.
Kirishima doesn’t say anything, just lets his heartbeat do the talking. Steady, grounding, like a weighted blanket wrapping itself around you.
He’s not going to be able to squeeze in a gym session before work if he stays with you any longer like this.
“You should go soon,” you mumble, voice muffled against his chest, the dri-fit material of his muscle tank cool against your forehead.
“In a bit,” he whispers, only holding you closer.
There are days when words are never enough. How can you possibly explain the thoughts bouncing within the walls of your mind? How do you describe a feeling that spirals into layers upon layers of them?
You don’t tell him of your anxieties often because you think he has enough to worry about. His job, on the day-to-day, is all about that: concerning himself with others so they don’t have to worry as much.
But you know the man you love.
The one who watches how you make your coffee so he can leave a cup for you right before he crashes to bed from evening patrol the night before. The one who always listens, smiles as he sneaks glances to look at you sharing work-gossip while passing him the colored clothes for laundry day.
Even without you saying anything, you know he can tell it’s been tough lately.
Your eyes don’t shine the same and you’ve been quieter—the smile you have around him is more subdued, sometimes even forced just to make it seem like everything’s okay.
There’s a slight sway to the way he’s holding you, a subtle lulling that he’s picked up from the times you’ve saved him from his demons too.
You sink deeper into his chest.
“”M sorry,” you murmur.
“For what?” his cheek rests atop your head, moving as he speaks.
“Your gym time…” you trail off, lowering your hands to grip at his sides.
He scoffs, “Just realized it's a rest day anyway.”
You both know he isn’t fooling anyone with it.
“Nothing to be sorry about,” he reassures you, kissing the top of your head before adjusting his embrace. He hunches lower to nuzzle your neck.
The contemplative hum that escapes you tells him you still feel bad about it, so he gently squeezes your waist, a playful effort to ease you up.
“Ei…” you whine. He knows you’re ticklish there.
“Seriously, hugging you’s way better than gym time anyway.”
You know the man you love, the one who’ll say anything to make you feel better. He feels the corners of your lips curl up against his chest, and thinks it’s just a little bit more until he gets what he wants from you.
So he slowly inches his lips right below your ear and blows a raspberry to get you to laugh, the way he always does when he’s cuddling you. You swat at his chest almost immediately, squirming in his hold, but you’re laughing, and he hears it, then he thinks: there it is, there’s that smile.
The one he loves putting on you.
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