“We’ll Protect Each Other, In The Ways We Can. If One Of Us Needs Help, The Other Will Come Dashing

Pro Heroes.

out of context this looks like kami is gay panicking

not even deku

The evening was quiet and still as the sun slowly sank. It was peaceful, calm, though not for long. Moments after the sun sank fully, the shadows began to writhe and bubble. Soft taps and scratching noises sounded out from the front of the home, gradually growing in number, as the owner of the little cottage slowly stirred.

Lighting a small candle, the older woman shuffled out of her bedroom, a soft shawl pulled over her shoulders, and her nightie brushing against her slippered feet. After a few moments of fiddling, she opened up the front door and stepped out, raising her candle a little in order to see better.

The sounds stopped, and a large lanky form dropped from the roof, landing before the old woman. It bent down, terrible maw opening up slightly, before letting out a gargling rumble, its warped body easily towering over the little old lady, face stopping inches from her own.

The old woman squinted up at the creature, before smiling brightly when it finally got close enough.

“Elenta! You’re awful early today dearie. Trying to get the first pickings are we?” The old woman tittered as the monstrous creature let out a choked gargling sound in response.

Patting the sheepish creatures cheek fondly, she turned around and shuffled back inside, the creature following along dutifully. Once it had cleaned off its hands and feet, it settled contentedly next to the kitchen counter, eagerly munching on its goodies as the woman shuffled around the kitchen, setting everything up for the night.

A few minutes later, a terrible screeching hiss was heard from the kitchen window, and the woman smiled, dusting off the flour on her hands.

“Elenta, be a dear and open the window for Kdlr’t will you please?” Nodding approvingly as the creature gurgled in reply, she turned her attention to the oven, pleased to see that the next batch was doing well.

She would have to get one of them to help her get down the big pan later, so that she could make more of that drink the so love. One of them must have put it up there the last time they helped clean up, forgetting her comparably tiny size. Fixing her shawl, she turned towards her guests, smiling as she saw that a few others had arrived, a large brutish looking creature lumbering over for its nightly head pats. She did so love her darling monstrous visitors. 

I have poor taste in sticker design

The stickers are up for preorder here! They sold out earlier but I managed to input just a few more last minute! TT

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YOU ONLY KEEP ONE BULL 

(Originally published in Comics For Choice)

Out of all the things you thought you would find rustling around behind your bins at 3 am in the morning, none of them came even remotely close. You can only stare down in shock, at what is very clearly a small dragon, wriggling and hissing in your gloved grasp. 

It looks pretty roughed up and emaciated, tiny body obviously weak, as it quickly runs out of energy while trying to wriggle out of your grasp, even trying to sink tiny razor sharp teeth into the thick glove. If you weren’t so use to handling your squirming ferrets and the occasional feral raccoon, you’re pretty sure they may have managed to get away, even in their weakened state.

Tzipporah from The Prince of Egypt (1998)

Requested by @avengers4s