Baby Feet I Just Want To Give Them A Little Boop

Amen to this

I would be using this everyday

It reminds me of saying goodbye at the past and looking forward to the future

Noor Hindi, ode to friendship

So true

He may be cold on the outside but it's only protecting the ones he love

Fatherly Care

A few days ago, a small creature had seen the light of the universe. A small, inconspicuous subject, which is very small even for its kind as a newborn. 

Kuriza. 

The newborn offspring of the ruler of the universe himself. 

A reproduction of asexual origin, just as Frieza was created by the former king. His genes, perfected. And although his brood is so small, he can already sense the great, immeasurable potential in the tiny life. 

The ruler, in his flawless, pure ivory-scaled form, is adjusting the intensity of the crib’s infrared light, which will provide enough warmth for his future heir. 

Kuriza is dependent on this warmth, as he cannot give him the necessary one himself. Literally the cold-bloodedness he carries in his genes. The reigning father is about to put his asleep brood into the comfortable box, when it looks at him with big, shining red eyes and clings to his arm. His much too large tail wraps around the father’s wrist. 

“Oh, Kuriza, but you must sleep.”, they are…unusually gentle words for the usually ice-cold tyrant who rules his empire with an iron fist. 

Kuriza, however, utters sounds of discomfort and apparently does not want to part with the father. Frieza sighs softly with the next breath, now takes the large blanket from the crib, fatherly gently wraps the cloth around his little offspring as he now sits down on the armchair in the room. He lifts Icejin, who hatched only a few days ago, in front of his chest, carefully rocking him back and forth so that he soon finds his way into a regenerating sleep. 

His voice hums deeply yet pleasantly, and Kuriza nestles more into the ruler’s palms.

Nor did a minute pass that he did not lose sight of his own flesh and blood.

For he knows how sensitive and vulnerable he is at this stage. Any lack of warmth can already mean death. 

That someone so powerful could create something so fragile seems paradoxical. 

But his kind grows quickly and Kuriza will not be an exception, perhaps developing even faster because of his genes. His voice remains an interplay between low and high tones and it has a calming effect on his offspring. The big eyes become smaller and smaller until they are closed completely. 

The lullaby he had been humming was a total success. 

“Very well…little prince”, he whispers softly to himself, now slowly stands up and elegantly struts with the offspring still in his hand towards the small bed, to lay him down there now.

He needs more love so does sunny

Honestly Crowley should have called him Yes master oh my gosh that will be so hilarious and probably embarrassing for both of them

the disaster-puppyfication of Anthony J. Crowley

This looks so cute I would love to go to the festival with them

festival date 💫

My fantasy life garden

Rose aesthetic/wallpapers

This is actually really cool

e.t._artist on ig