They’re Not Even Dating…yet. You Can Find The Tiktok: HERE.

he WILL throw his dad at you, dont test him

This is why Shadow doesn't come to any parties Sonic is involved in

Sonic Prime got me back in the fandom, and now these two are my favorite little guys to draw. It's always the sibling dynamics that get me dangit.

AU where Maria gets to explore Earth and Shadow gets to be grumpy because he's protecting his sister.

I have so many sketches

Two Sides of the Same Coin

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Godzilla vs Destroyah by Natsuakai on DeviantArt

Thought this looked familiar

Chibi Godzilla #5: Godzilla vs Destroyah

Facebook user Kai Steele posted this in the SWC group; the Maul in the background was apparently an unexpected surprise. 😂😂😅

If only...

(have you catch up with BNHA recently)

new dawn

Hard to see against the sun's glare... Prince is a custom piece, whose design belongs to his creator. We were just lucky enough to get a chance to make him!

the first time you and tomura shigaraki share a bed is nothing short of awkward. he crawls under the covers, pale blue hair just barely visible as he tucks himself into the farthest corner of the bed away from you—claiming he was more comfortable this way and that he didn't want to bother you. unsure if he was embarrassed to be sharing a bed with another person or if he was genuinely comfortable practically hanging off the side of the mattress, you brush it off and go to sleep.

it's a little colder than it usually was tonight. and unfortunately for tomura, he wasn't some sort of a god immune to the cold. even as he slept, his body shuddered and shifted ever so slightly as he tried to get comfortable in his sleep. not comfortable, really—but warm.

naturally, your body heat wasn't something his instincts could ignore. maybe if he was awake he'd be able to stop himself from rolling over to where you were—but he was exhausted. tired beyond belief and so cold his fingers felt like icicles.

you woke up the next morning to tomura's entire body on top of yours. lanky limbs were wound loosely around your entire form—long legs tangled with your own and arms encircling your waist—all while he snored quietly with his head resting snug on your chest.

he refused to speak to you the entire morning after waking up.

his eyes would dart wildly and the tips of his ears would turn pink just by having you within three feet of his vicinity—and his brain most definitely short circuits when you tell him you didn't even mind waking up to him on top of you in front of the entire league during breakfast time.