"REHEHEHEHE! Ooooh boooys~! Here's some drawings~!" Alice said menacingly. She grinned and threw them at Cuphead and Mugman.
Mugsy:
Cuppy:
Foooooor @teen-cups-au ;)
I'm so sorry, doudy
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Hello! So, here we have the boys and my cup-sona. We'll, I tried to draw a cup-sona so..
We are laying on the Leaves / leafs.
I used the suggestion «Fall»
I hope you like it!
@teen-cups-au @doudy
More photos below:
I know the coloring is terrible especially to my persona.. Still I hope you like it!! 💕
Happy 3rd Anniversary! Doudy!! 💕
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Thank You! #6
Here are finally your fanarts from last year! Was too overwhelmed to post it for Christmas as usual, so here it is for my birthday instead XD Thank you again for loving my stuff! 💙
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Yes, yes, claws. Big bad werewolf, so very scary, yadda yadda. Whatever. Not important.
You know what is important? Derek Hale's fucking booty pop.
Holy Jesus, the bounce on that ass is like the distance to the moon and back!
God damn. I wonder if he has chonic back pain carrying that thing around. I mean, I know I fucking would if I had to lug around two Jupiters made of Jello every day.
Now, notice how he doesn't shake his hips or twerk his pelvis in any way? Like, his back and legs show his perfectly still skeleton?
This means that that is all just supple butt flesh involuntarily rippling under his sudden movement like setting down a plate of flan.
His ass looks like it was fucking startled.
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Comm by @bestosunglass!
By the way the AMA is still open!
Assemble Season 2 will release on April 22nd! Stay tuned!
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“Are you ever angry?” You ask quietly, head resting in Bakugou’s lap. His thumb pauses where it strokes your cheeks, the far away gaze in his eyes suddenly snapping into focus as he looks down at you. He looks…different than you remembered, before you both were cast out of the pearly gates.
His hair doesn’t shine as bright as it used to, and it falls a little flatter without the halo pulling it up, soft. His eyes still hold that hardened gaze as a battle angel, but they’re deeper now. More sunken in and hollow, the flickering ichor now a stained crimson. His face is scarred and his hands are rough after the fall but he’s just—different.
“About what?” He asks, his lips pursed in confusion. You reach a hand up, stroking over his bottom lip, smooth a hand through his hair. You can almost feel the throbbing light radiating from him, can almost see how broad and ivory his wings would spread and hold you tight to him.
“It all. Everything. The fall.” You whisper, try not to shrink into yourself with the way Bakugou’s lip curls back in disgust. He pulls away from you and you sit up, resting on your knees, looking at him in such a way that his heart pangs in his chest.
His heart, something he’s never had a reason for when he still had his fists bathed in heavenly fire and no ounce of rebellion hidden under sinless skin. It aches in his chest at the mention of life after being kicked out with the only thing he could hold onto—you.
“Why would I miss my thoughtlessness? My inability to make a decision for myself? Why would I miss being a pawn?” Bakugou is all snarls, all snapping teeth and jowls, but it doesn’t scare you. He’s never scared you, even when his gait was limp from the impact of hard soil, and his hands grew rough, and his back grew jagged from ripped feathers.
“I miss it.” You whisper so carefully into the humid night, hands reaching for his own trembling ones. “I want to be holy again, Katsuki.”
He hisses at you, snatching away like you’ve burned him, like you’ve seized his halo and ripped it into two until it split into horns. Looks at you with such heavenly fire burning in his gaze that you want to shrink beneath him.
“Well—well I don’t. Find someone else who will, cause it sure as hell ain’t me.” You wonder who he’s trying to convince here, with his shaky voice and fluttering eyes and trembling mouth. You stare at him for a long while, lips wobbling at the gravity of it all. Your head hangs low, gathering yourself in your arms, head bowed to him—it’s the only thing you’ve ever known.
“Just hold me for now.” You murmur, eyes low as you settle yourself in his arms, forcing your way into his hold. “Please?” You tack on, unafraid of his bite, his snarl, his growl. Bakugou sits there stiffly for what feels like a century, but you’re used to waiting.
He gathers you in his arms slowly, pulling you into his chest, his body covering yours completely. And if you let yourself relax enough, you can almost feel the warmth of his wings surrounding you again.
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Thank You! #5
Another year of your fanarts of my works! I always feel so blessed, thank you everyone 😭💙
Fanartists credits in the video description
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After extensive research, this is my understanding of how Gundams work:
You leave the hatch open overnight and wait for a teenager to fall into it like a glue trap, and that is how new pilots are made.
If the teenager is sufficiently destinyful, it will bond with the Gundam and continue to return voluntarily. Sometimes it is necessary to do harm to the teenager, in order to stimulate the destiny maturation process-- this seems cruel but it is how nature operates.
Instinct will eventually lead the Gundam and its bonded teen to pursue a rival mobile suit and engage in ritual courtship-combat; this rivalry is very important, as older Gundams that no longer have a rival often become stressed, and may engage in self-destructive behavior. Sometimes a Gundam will rival for life, while others engage in serial-monorivalries.
The average lifespan of a Gundam-Teen pair bond is one season and an OVA, though they have been known to live up to 3 seasons of guest appearances in captivity.
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