Kcmdjxjxcjfj My Art Style Has Improved, And I Cringe At These

kcmdjxjxcjfj my art style has improved, and i cringe at these

mha fanart masterlist

all of these are mine!

DOODLES

- izuku doodle

DIGITAL ART

- Izuku maybe pfp

SKETCHES/ART THAT I CRINGE AT

- crappy first attempt at drawing Katsuki B.

- Izuku practice pt 2

FLESHED OUT FANART ON PAPER

- new big three pt. 2

- Izuku M. Izuku M. Coloured

- Deku squad + Bakugo

- Deku is a cutie patootie

- Bakugo

Damn 400+1… that’s the most notes I’ve ever gotten on a post. DAMN

Counting all of Izuku’s freckles is a wonderful pastime. Kissing all his scars and giving him reassurance he’s beautiful. Poor baby struggles with believing he’s attractive, that you won’t leave him for someone better. (As if there’s someone better then him) Good thing you’re there to remind him :)

kiss

kiss

kiss

“Are you sure I’m attractive?”

“You’re drop dead gorgeous, now hush up and let me love you.”

I WISH WE WERE MORE MASTERLIST

IZUKU M. X BESTIE! READER

pt.1 oblivious

pt.2 movie night

pt.3 tbd..

@candiiee 2024

I made that myself on ibis paint x- ejckckxkx

And this

*hair flip*

I know, I’m so good at making dividers

goDAMN

Ravens can talk!🐦‍⬛

Video by”Paige Bucalo”

NAH

YOU DID NOT JUST DROP ANGST

BUT IT SLAYED EVEN THOUGH YOU STOMPED ON MY HEART

secret─

kyle brofl.

short oneshot

note; it was kyle. HAHAhehe I've missed himm

"Is this where go run off to?"

"to get away from you 4 idiots? Yes." Kyle joins you on the roof after carefully climbing the shaky ladder. The ginger scoffs, his lips curling. You feel him inch closer from behind and soon find a spot next to you, you look over your shoulder exhaling smoke from a cigarette you lit up seconds ago.

he meets your gaze but is quickly distracted by the cancer stick, "since when did you smoke?" Kyle raises his brow. You look at the bud then bring it to your dry lips for another inhale.

"I don't, I just wanted an excuse to steal something from my mother." You respond, blandly as you decide to ditch the bitter taste of the stick with a scrunched face. You rub it into the hard surface you are sitting upon and flick it off the roof with your fingers.

the both of you watch the cigarette fall to its death and land on the ground, lifelessly. Kyle stays silent, not questioning your rebellion against your mother

at this point, it was natural for him.

as you continue to peer down at the dead cigarette, his attention is brought to the sky. The once vibrant shade of blue was now a deep orange-cream hue, it was like staring at a breathtaking art piece crafted by only a professional. Kyle gazes into oblivion for a moment then steals a quick glance over at you.

you were now messing with the laces of your dirty shoes, you wrapped the lace around your index finger and then unraveled the lace slowly. Your full attention was solely on messing with the laces of your shoes, you were too in your mind.. too distracted to realize he was staring.

kyle himself hadn't realized the quick 'glance' was now a full-on stare. He couldn't help it though, he loved admiring you. Was it normal for best friends to want to stare at their friend forever? Or was he weird?

he never understood mentally, but that look of profound admiration evident in his verdant eyes when he gazes upon you spoke volumes. It was clear to his friends.. but what about you?

something compelled you to direct your attention toward the presence beside you after being distracted, you weren't sure why but you decided to look anyway. And to your surprise, you were met with the mesmerized ginger already looking at you with a weird look.

It wasn't a WEIRD look but a weird look.

it didn't help you two were already sitting so close too, if you wanted to kiss him you could. One lean and...

you expect him to look away out of embarrassment but he locks eyes with you instead. Unable to escape your captivating eyes, while you, after a slight hesitation, are trapped inside the emerald depths of his gaze.

a feeling was resurfacing back to you, it felt awfully familiar. The lightness of your weight, the nonsense flooding your mind, and the squeamish feeling in your tummy that felt like butterflies were attacking your insides.

the more you looked at him the more you were digging your grave, the more you eyed his lips the more the voices grew, and the more you leaned closer to finally feel his breath fan your lips... the harder it got to contain the secret.

"Kyle I'm moving! I'm– I'm moving out of South Park." You shout out of panic and quickly pull away from him. Kyle leans away as well but slowly as the gears in his mind try to process the almost kiss and your dreadful confession. His brows furrow in disbelief once it finally hits him, you watch him with a guilty expression. It was over.

"what the fuck"