pathetic babygirl pretty boys

It's wild blueberry season in Sweden and I've been picking and eating my fill everyday from the forest behind my house! The entire forest floor is covered in wild blueberry bushes and the tangy taste is so cosmic, I had to paint them✨ Photos of the berries I picked!

Painting process~

Shinkami | BNHA

Be not afraid! For this Witch Hat Monday I bring you the most blursed creature of all, Biblically Accurate Brushbuddy 👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️

Shrouded Stars🌟 It was so fun painting Hidden Stars that I had to make a mirrored version with dark wings :)

Video of the painting process:

The rest of Class 1-A had realized he was into you long before you did. It started when he stopped yelling at people for breathing too loudly near your desk. Then, it escalated to the point where the "Bakugo Blast Zone"—the five-foot radius of scorched earth he usually maintained around himself—suddenly had an open-door policy, but only for you.

"Move it, Soy Sauce!" Bakugo barked, shoving Sero out of the way as the class headed toward the training grounds. He didn't even look back at the confused boy; his eyes were locked on you. He marched up and shoved a lukewarm can of coffee into your hands.

"Drink it," he ordered, his voice a low growl that lacked its usual bite. "You looked like a zombie during English. If you faint during sparring because you're tired, I’m gonna lose my mind."

You blinked, holding the can. "Oh, thanks, Katsuki. But how did you know I liked this brand?"

"I pay attention, unlike these extras!" he snapped, though his ears were turning a suspicious shade of pink.

Behind him, Kaminari leaned over to Kirishima. "He literally spent ten minutes at the vending machine yesterday analyzing the caffeine-to-sugar ratio of every single can. It was terrifying."

"Shut up, Dunce Face!" Bakugo roared, a small explosion popping in his palm, but he didn't move away from your side.

Throughout the afternoon, Bakugo made his intentions clear to anyone with eyes. When Monoma from Class 1-B tried to make a snide comment about your performance during a drill, he didn't even get three words out before Bakugo was in his face, palms smoking and teeth bared.

"Keep your mouth shut about Y/N unless you want to see if your quirk can copy being blown into next week!"

It was loud. It was aggressive. It was unmistakably protective.

By the time the sun began to set, the class was heading back to the dorms. Bakugo stayed two steps behind you, acting like a self-appointed bodyguard. He didn't care that the "Bakusquad" was whispering and giggling behind them. He didn't care that Deku was looking on with a mix of awe and pure confusion.

"Hey, Y/N!" he yelled, loud enough for the entire campus to hear.

You turned around, startled. "Yeah?"

"I’m making spicy ramen tonight. You're eating with me. Don't make plans with anyone else or I'll blow up your room!"

He didn't wait for an answer, stomping past you toward the kitchen, his cape fluttering heroically—or perhaps just intensely.

Mina Ashido slid up next to you, nudging your shoulder. "You know, for a guy who claims to hate everyone, he’s basically screaming his feelings through a megaphone."