Anyone Please Ask Your Crush Out Like This

the only valid m/f pairing dynamics are:

stupid as all fuck but has good intentions (for him) & pegs him (for her)

Area Man In Awe of his Amazing Wife (note: the characters need not necessarily actually be married to fit this trope)

but sir, that’s my emotional support fictional mom & dad

“everyone, meet my monster/alien/robot boyfriend”

none of these are mutually exclusive

Art byBayilik Paneli IG: @shamekhbluwi Instagram: @artwoonz

Thanks to my beta reader @saringold

my comics are becoming soap operas. Introduction of Napstaton! and the fact that fairies are kinda the racest rich people of the mythtale world! we got a lot of stuff going on that will be continued in the next comic, where we’re going to have teh swaps and swapfells meet! i might be doing a small bonus comic and a smut one inbetween tho

Patrons got to see each page as i worked on it. If you want to keep up with new pages for the next comic as they come out, or vote on what I work on, you can be a patron too.

Happy Birthday Izuku <3

Originally for @bakudeku-week but it’s one hour from 12 am on the last day, so i think i’m late for the party ;A;

Oh, I love these! 

REBLOG IF YOU WANT A LOVE LETTER FROM A FICTIONAL CHARACTER IN YOUR ASK BOX NOW

AND I WILL DO EVERY SINGLE ONE, BASED ON YOUR BLOG.

EVERY

SINGLE

ONE

Requested, and script written, by “Anonymous” (But i know who you are~!)

This one hit me right in the kinks~ Boi~ Hope ya’ll enjoy~

Hey, fuck face ❤

Ehhh!? Ah, Thank you~! 

My first house cost me my saddest memory of how my life ended.

It was the first time I realised my mother hated me. Not consciously. Subconsciously. I think she knew that without me, she’d be free. That she’d have a better life. That it was my fault that she met my brother dad. That she has three kids now and she wants non of them. 

I was 12. 

My mother had slapped me before but only a few times. She’d verbally hurled abuse, put me and my brothers in danger and prioritised her boyfriends over her children. I walked into my safe-guarding teachers office, having just finished the lunch the school had offered me as my mother hadn’t made me any or given me money to buy lunch, and she told me to take a seat. My mother had run away with her boyfriend and I will be going to live with my granny. I had nothing. I went home twice more to collect a few belongings before I never entered that house again, instead going into care after living with my grandmother for 5 months. The next time I saw my mother, it was at court, where I was the sole witness to her boyfriend beating her brutally. She didn’t apologise. She just smiled and hoped me well. I’ve been in care for 6 years. It’s the best thing to ever happen to me.  I payed for my first house with the memory of how the life I knew ended, but also how the life I love today was born. 

Imagine you live in a society with no money, no bartering. Instead, stories are currency. To buy your groceries you have to tell the cashier a funny childhood memory. To buy a car you need to relay a life-changing moment. The bigger the purchase, the more traumatic or incredible the story has to be. Write about the story you tell to buy your first house.

AMAZING¬!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I have got a few dragon linearts in my sketchbook that I want to do something with. So, I guess I’m asking for advice. Which ones should I color and which ones should I leave for now? I’m gonna color them all eventually. Also! Marker or pencil? Marker is brighter but I can mix colors better with pencil and shade better.

The first farewell video to actually bring me to tears.