Izuku And Her Rightfully Dad, All Might! (I’ll Draw Izuku And AFO As Father-son/daughter But Later)

i don’t know where to go, and i don’t know where is my home

Steven Universe advertising on CN Portugal is just beautiful!!!

You became what? 3

do you ever just like Sit Down and Make An Animatic? because i sure dont

and yet.

Today’s sketches since I can’t seem to draw, but I have to so I don’t get rusty

Have some baby Hikari and Cheka. And the first design of Hikari in the Ghost Marriage dress. I kinda want to give it some retro vibes haha

summary: harry potters bimbo girlfriend secretly knits him a sweater.

warnings: hufflepuff!reader. bimbo!reader. female!reader. set in mordern times. reader and harry are super close (she tells him when she’s pooping) a little short

notes: my request are open soooo pls send me harry potter request <333 request rules are in my pinned post !! i’m like kinda (totally) falling back into my harry potter phase >:> the ending is a little rushed and i apologize for that ! comments, reblogs and likes are all greatly appreciated :) finished while watching: good girls episode 2

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you were hiding something from harry. he doesn’t know what. but he knew it was something. you were not by any means a secretive person, especially not with harry.

he first noticed when he had walked in on you in his common room, hunched over the couch angrily muttering to yourself. “what’s wrong love?” he walked over to you with concern.

you yelled up in surprise, looking up at him with wide eyes and quickly placing whatever was in your hand under your butt. “hi harry!” you blinked up at him with wide eyes, voice still bubbly.

both of you were now in your third year in hogwarts, and while you were a pureplood hufflepuff with rich parents, you didn’t act like the stereotypical  “rich snob” and your parents absolutely loved harry. so much that when he had run away, they welcomed him into their mansion with welcoming arms.

you spent most of your time in the gryffindor  common room, saying it “fits my aesthetic more than the yellow hufflepuff common room.”

“what’s that?” he trailed his eyes down to your bum. “hm?” you tilted your head up at him. “oh nothing….” you looked around the room with a pout, not being able to look your boyfriend in the eyes.

but after a few seconds, you blinked up at him, as if you wanted him to read your mind. but for some odd reason, he knew exactly what you were asking.

“do you want me to close my eyes, so you can hide what’s under your bum?” he sighed. “i’m not hiding anything harry,” you shook your head side to side widely, a fat pout on your lips, “but yes please…” you whispered.

with a sigh, harry lifted his hands up to his eyes and firmly placed them there. he didn’t try to peak, knowing if you caught him, you would lose trust in him. and harry rather die then let that happen.

it’s not like he genuinely thought you were doing something bad. you told harry everything. from drama in the hufflepuff house, to when you were texting and pooping.

the last time you kept something from harry was when you had bought him a nimbus 2000. it was awesome.

he had heard you quickly stand up and run away, once he had heard you leaving the common room, he removed his hands from his face and leaned back into the sofa with a lovesick smile. how he loved you.

it was later that week when harry had walked into great hall, he had instantly spotted you on the gryffindor  table, talking your mouth off too both ron and hermione.

with a smile he had started making his way towards you. he hadn’t talked to you all morning, and that automatically made his day horrible.

you peaked up from your soup, only to make eye contact with harry. you instantly began to panic, your gift wasn’t ready yet, and if harry sat down, you were sure you would spill all the beans.

so as soon as you made eye contact, you let out a small squeal before hopping over the bench and gracefully running away, ignoring harry’s calls behind you.

harry looked towards the doors you had just walked out of with disappointment as he sat down in front of hermione and ron.

“what’s wrong harry?” ron questioned, noticing the sad look on harry’s face.

but before harry could even open his mouth, hermione beat him to it, “harry’s sad y/n won’t give him attention,”

ron turned to harry, looking for confirmation, but all harry did was drop his head into his hands and mumble a small, “she’s right.”

it was later that night, harry was having a dream about you, you were standing above him, poking him widely? and then he woke up, and realized, it was in fact, not a dream.

you were standing above his bed, looking down at him with a smile, it made a small one appear on his face, “what are you doing here?” he mused standing up straight and pulling you to sit next to him.

“i brought you your present!” you whispered shouted. in your hands was the cutest blue knitted sweater he had ever seen. he instantly took it from your hands. “you made this for me?..”

you proudly nodded, placing your legs under harry’s covers, “you can compliment me tomorrow, i’m sleepy now!” and with that, you laid down on harry’s bed without a care in the world.

harry placed the sweater carefully on his bedside table, before slowly and carefully laying down next to you, “thank you…” he whispered to you.

“‘course harry, anything for you.”

a story of mending in 4 parts

second half

second half coming later it’s getting pretty long aslgkasgas

Dorm Heads with a Twisted!Disney Protagonist (Part 1)

A/N: I received a few requests for something like this, but when I started writing the headcanons turned longer than I’d expected, so I’ll be posting these in two parts! 

Here’s the first with Riddle, Leona and Azul (with an Alice, Simba and Ariel inspired reader respectively) - hope you enjoy!

Riddle

Your curiosity knows no bounds - be it in baking techniques that Trey uses, why Cater is so quick with his phone, or about your academics, you’re a pretty active member of the dorm who’s somehow ended up as a jack of all trades because of this.

You can also get distracted easily, but once reminded of your role as a member of Heartslabyul you’re able to firmly stay rooted in your study sessions, regardless of what interesting topic the others might be discussing… Even if it does pain you to not be absorbing new information when it was right before you.

When Riddle is present for such events, he can’t help but feel a hint of a smile pulling at his lips. You were a good student, and after the events of his overblot, he can sympathise with wanting to take a break on occasion.

He tells you as much, to which you’re both surprised and touched. Sometimes he may even offer to teach you higher-level spells if you were curious enough - your work ethic is nothing to laugh at, after all. He respects your ability to explore new things so often, stepping out of your comfort zone and just holding your head high. You never flaunt your learned skills, but do share them with those in need… There is a nobleness in that which he associates with you.

Leona

Gods, at first he wasn’t even sure how you ended up in NRC with your bright demeanor - it was almost like the situation with Kalim again

But then… One day the Savanaclaw students picked a fight with you, and you very skillfully kept them back. You didn’t attack, only using defensive spells and maneuvering away. It was an odd sight, a lion not using its claws to strike.

Leona never intended to get close to you, he simply took this bit of information and filed it away. Instead it was Ruggie that approached you on occasion, trying to figure out what other cards you had up your sleeve. Once he tried to pick-pocket you, but was promptly caught. You laughed, mentioning that your uncles liked to play tricks on you, so you weren’t unaccustomed to a sudden loss of weight in your pockets.

You looked up to Leona, because for all his laziness he was skilled and somehow carried himself in a dignified manner. When you’re close enough that you admit this to him, he only scoffs, saying that you didn’t have to copy him to be powerful or dignified. It was smarter to work with what you’ve got - (with a smirk, as if taking a jab at you while complimenting you at once) you can make it work, even if your version was more ‘princely’, like those at RSA.

Azul

You liked to collect things. Random, curious things, ones that were out of date (Lilia has a fun time explaining some to you), things that you never saw outside of the Coral Sea, and even things that simply reminded you of a fond memory.

Azul was someone that helped supply these knick-knacks, you see, though he can never really pinpoint what kind of items you’d like. It was hard to predict after all, but the glimmer in your eyes when one catches your fancy is unmistakable.

While Azul is never one to let an opportunity for business to slink away, he at times grows concerned of where exactly you keep the items you bought from him. There were so many, and he was sure you had more - so where…?

The twins were more than happy to investigate - it turns out you transport them home every now and then, to join your ‘cave of treasures’. Color them more curious to visit now than ever.

You’re pretty agile in your mer-form, not to mention that your tail was the most beautiful shade of green… Azul is both jealous and awestruck when he sees you like that, especially because he was more accustomed to your kind and casual nature at school. Your singing voice is also another thing he can’t help but admire, it has a magical effect, able to calm the angriest of waves.