Tahojiki - Ara !

Still experimenting with the drawing technique..

if you're on other social media platforms, i'm sure you've seen then many times by now, but here are the first four sets of transformers one tarot cards that i've sketched, in order of creation!

i didn't expect to get this far because it began as something to ease boredom lol, but people liked them so i continued. also, i'm so sorry for the tags lol

Quick sketch of Giselle !

Selfie with Eri-chan, Deku, and the Big 3 🍎

inspired by this post

hey. no. maybe we could talk about it?

pairing: mydei x reader genre: fluff fluff wc. 253 a/n: hihi lovelies! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ this is inspo from game of thrones! that one line from "“you have no right to a braid, you’ve won no victories yet.” anyways enjoying reading hopefully i get to post more abt him soon <3

victory.

a word he knows all too well. it is etched into his bones from years of battle and carved into his skin. the braid in his hair once symbolized triumph, a warrior’s mark earned through sacrifice, pain, and relentless perseverance. 

but those years of battles are over. the battles have quieted. the meaning of his braids has changed.

tiny hands reach up to his hair. his daughters stand on either side of him as he sits patiently, their little brows furrowed in concentration, tongues peeking out in focus. they giggle whenever the strands slip loose and cheer each other on to finish. 

he sits still, his heart full, letting them weave as they please. determination. he wonders if they get it from you or him. they are quite determined to make it as pretty as his braid but he reassures them that his braids will be nowhere as pretty as theirs.

mydei has fought many battles. he has claimed countless victories. but no victory can compare to this. waking up to the soft golden morning beside you, holding you close as the sound of his children's bubbling laughter echoes through the castle halls grow closer and closer before they tumble into bed with you both.

he would stand against the world, if it meant he could cherish more moments like these with his girls. these braids, woven by his daughter, are a sign of victory— a victory greater than any he has ever won in battle.

he has won in life itself.