Just did some math and I’ve drawn over SIXTY pieces for kpdh fandom since I saw the movie at the beginning of August. That’s an average of 2 drawings per week (when you take multi-panel comics into account), and doesn’t even include the dozen or more WIPs I haven’t posted.
To be clear, that’s an UNREAL level of productivity for me.
Not only that but I’ve learned a ton: tested new brushes and techniques, refined my style, improved painting skills, etc. All because I can’t stop putting these girls in the blender.
TLDR: I fully recommend getting obsessed with some characters as a means of artistic growth & progress.
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Ooo is that a bandage under rumis shirt in the latest stack? Its giving Rumi took a hit for her girls and they're having to hold her to calm themselves down, convince themselves shes okay
Ok ya’ll have been the sweetest today commenting on & reblogging old art. my little ol goblin heart has grown ten sizes.
@katiemcgrathisdaddyaf I’m tagging you bc I think you started this and it is… just, THE nicest thing and absolutely making my day. So thank you, seriously.
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You’d think she knew she was being watched.
Swinging her hips around, snapping her wrists out halfway through folding a shirt, catching sneaky little beats in the rhythm most would miss. Sometimes even pushing her back up against the wall to slide down, ass flattened against the surface and her hair doing that incredible messy drag thing from music videos. Flirting with the damn ceiling, the empty window, her own reflection if she was a few drinks in or extra amped after a good workout. Making that, that face with her eyes down and chin up and with her bottom lip caught in her teeth? Stars above-
His favorite was when she’d break, though. Trip up on a cute little spin that went a little too far and giggle-crash onto the couch, or mix up the lyrics, or suddenly realize just how raunchy the song she was listening to was and smack a hand over her mouth. It’d give him the weirdest buzzing stomach cocktail of wanting to be the reason she was laughing, wanting to catch her when she lost balance, wanting to be the hand clapped over her mouth while she tried so desperately to catch her breath - in fear, in ecstasy, both perhaps? Who knew.
But she didn’t even know he was there.
He’d always been good at sliding out of sight - for safety, for missions, for hunting - and honestly, as far as she knew creatures like him didn’t actually exist in this world.
Didn’t stop her from wanting them to, of course. He’d seen her Internet history, watched her eyes glaze over as the theoretical nastiness on whatever device she’d been glued to managed to kickstart her imagination, eyelids drooping with daydreams as she sank into the fantasies.
He could almost taste the way her body responded from where he watched, her thighs growing warmer as they rubbed together absentmindedly, the hot sweetness of her cheeks flushing - before she caught herself and snapped out of it, groaning into her hands with giddy kicks.
She’d squirm a bit, try to distract herself with a chore or activity, and then. Inevitably, she’d cross the threshold into her bedroom, dip down to the bedside drawer, glance at the window, and then-
There it is, he’d sigh wistfully as the drapes slid shut.
the most niche, convoluted thought but. I just got hit so hard by the idea of eri really REALLY wanting to go see santa at the mall but aizawa's busy so you take her
and sure you quietly giggle to yourself imagining that aizawa's in the santa suit doing community service or something, but surely it'll be fatgum, he's so well suited for it! but then oh no it's actually enji
he's doing surprisingly well with the kids behind the costume and you're a little shook by your friend's scary dad genuinely laughing like that
and eri INSISTS you sit on his lap after her turn bc you've been really really good (she does not know you helped shouto stinkbomb his office last week) and you deserve nice things!!
and he just chuckles warmly (oh fuck he's actually too warm) and tug you into his (big!!) lap (with his very strong arm!!) to ask what "the really really good little lady deserves this year" with a clever glint in his eye and oh no why is your face feeling so hot
(he knows)
(you and the dekusquad are having a sleepover at his house tomorrow)
