boys in cute clothes more like give me

- J U U Z O U  S U Z U Y A -

ahh my fav character eveeer (︶ω︶)

he’s just so freaking cute! I made another clothes for him, and i put some more stitches around. Also there are three brooches on his pants.

yeah he’s a boy (duh i said ‘he’ for like…four times) but he has a messy bun.

i tried to make a lot of details, like a bounch of lashes are white 'cause he’s real hair color it’s white.

the background is suppose to be a street in Tokyo. it kinda suck but i can’t fucking do backgrounds.

if you want to use this drawing or else, give me credits. Thank you \(◕▿◕)/


Hello! I’ve has this character, Lucien, for about 3 years now! I really am so impressed on how much I have improven since my first drawing of him, but I feel like I could do better! Would you mind giving me some helpful tips on how to make my beautiful boy more beautiful?

Hi! I think Lucien is very cute! The horns wackiness reminds me of Homestuck and his clothes remind me of an old OC I had eons ago! I think you did a good job with the face and hair and horns. I can see that you worked to construct the body too from the eraser marks. It’s always good to do this! The clothing details are very nice as well.

I think a big issue is more with the anatomy and posing. It’s a bit stiff and I was confused as to what the post was? I assume he was just kind of floating so there was no real anchor here to gravity.

So this is the redline I have of your figure. I think there is a bit of noodleness going on with the limbs as well as the length being a bit off. The arms look like they would be too long, reaching to the knee rather than mid calf.

The fingers are also hard to determine. The are sort of claw right?

I wanted to try to make the pose a bit less stiff.To do that I moved one of the legs and I curled the tail around to bring the eye back into the figure rather than off the page. Long things like tails are a great way to direct attention.I think the silhouette looks more interesting now too!

Continue working with Lucien! I’m sure he will continue to grow as you do! ♥


This is my take at Fell!Bubbles. Love it, I get to make her even more Murder-happy. She hardly needs a reason to kill now. :D :D :D

@djcherrycharry I’ll be honest I had NO IDEA what underkeep was but BOI I know it now and he looks awesome. I’ll try to draw Bubbles or possibly her sister in a fem version of it’s cloths one of these days. ;)

Imagine being the reason his name is Peter Pan!

“Papa… Can I go outside?” The small boy asked nervously walking up to an old man who smelt of alcohol and out dated meat. The man made no reply, he sat at his chipped table with an groggy expression. “Papa can I-”

“Can’t you see I’m busy here!” The man shouted spit flying everywhere. His mouth was open wide enough to fit two elephants in with eyes so red the pupal was not found. In sheer fear the little boy ran and ran to the front door quickly opening it and slamming it shut.

“Hi there,”

“Ahhhhh!” The little boy screamed as he was about to bump into a girl around his age. He looked down at her in awe, she had these cute big e/c eyes with shoulder length shiny h/c hair. She wore a little tattered dress no more tatters then his own clothes and held a doll that he couldn’t really see. “You gave me a fright,” the little boy informed her stepping back a little. The moment he spoke a little giggle left her lips.

“I can’t give you a fright, that’s not a physical thing,” she giggled once again stating her fact like he didn’t understand. “I’m y/n by the way, and you are?” The boy didn’t speak he looked uncomfortable his eyes adverting away from her eyesight. “Is your name funny or something?” She asked cluelessly.

“No,” the boy said kindly.

“Then what is it?”

“Well,” he began to explain “it just my name means something I don’t like.”

“Then why not change it?” Y/n frowned confused at his common knowledge.

“I don’t think it’s that easy to change the name that your parents have given you!” He sighed getting more and more annoyed at this girls sassy cluelessness.

“Sure it is… Maybe around us we can make your name different? So when we meet up with the other children they will think that’s your name,” y/n smiled smartly proud of what she thought her big brain could do.

“Then what should my name be?” At that point a rock was thrown landing at the boys and y/n feet. Y/n picked it up with a curious look on her face, she turned around and saw a boy had thrown it asking for it back, she gladly smiled throwing it back to the scruffy blonde haired boy.

“Why not Peter?”

“Peter?” The boy scoffed his eye cocked for the first time.

“Defiantly Peter.” The girl grinned. “Peter comes from the Greek word stone and stones never age,”

“Never age?”

“Exactly, which means we can be friends forever-”

“Hey guys want come play Neverland with us?” Said the blonde scruffy boy interrupting y/n mid sentence.

“Felix we play it all the time,” she wines sick and tired of playing the same game every afternoon.

“What game is it? Like king and queens?” ‘Peter’ asked curiously.

“Well we never had enough people for someone to be a king..” Felix explained his eye brows furrowed “but since you’re here you can be our leader” he smiled widly. Before anyone could reply Felix quickly shouted “this is our new leader…” Felix slowly faded out because he didn’t know the boys name.

“It’s Peter Peter Pan,”

I know I tend to draw boys & nb characters in a more cutesy, “feminine” way. Just recently though, when someone stated their very strong opinion on how I draw boys, I realized that what I draw not only makes me happy, but it also makes me feel better about myself. As an afab person, seeing boys look “feminine” or wear cute clothes makes me feel better about liking those things. It gives me confidence to know I can like cute things and not be female.

One or Two Miracles (2/2)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Prompt: Anonymous- Married Reader x Steve where the reader is pregnant? Lots of fluff and uncle/ aunt avengers.

Warning: A lot of uses of the same swear word

Notes: hey yall sorry for the lack of fics but we all just got back to school so we are getting used to it again. If there is a lot of grammar errors please inform me so I can fix them ASAP. Anyways here is the second part of the pregnancy fic hope you enjoy. –Anahi

Part 1  (Watch this video to get you prepared for the fic highly recommended)

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Can i just say i love being a girl, so much more than a boy?? Like when you put on clothes as a boy it’s just like ok whatever but as a girl it’s like oooh that’s so cute i wonder who will give me attention today and I love it it makes me so happy to be a girl

Take It


Newt smut where she ties him on a chair and sucks him and rides him till he passes out

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so I’m wicked hella nonbinary

but I still like things with lace because lace is fucking gorgeous and makes me feel hot

where I’m going with this is that I want a chest compression binder, with lace.

or at least patterns or something

Yes, I love binders that I can hide and disguise under clothes, but why should I feel like I HAVE to hide the fact that I’m binding?

Why is it shameful for me to wear something to alter my appearance and present as more androgynous or masculine (depending on the day)?

Some days, yes I want to pass as male as well as possible.

But that’s not every day.

Some days I want to be a cute lacy boy. Some days I want to be a flowery hippie folk. Some days I just want to be a punk that screams “FUCK THE BINARY AND FUCK THE MASCULINIZATION OF ANDROGYNY!”

anyway, yeah.

Give me lacy binders or give me death.

Spooky Socks

“Wait, so let me get this straight. You have a ghost boy haunting your house, but he wears fuzzy bunny socks?” Kibum doesn’t know if he should laugh at Jonghyun or check him into a psych ward.

“His name is Taemin, but yes, that’s the general gist of it,” Jonghyun tells him.

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Daddy Issues 5 (S.W)









Sammy went back to LA before the date of my next appointment, he has events he has to attend and concerts and performances lined up. He seemed rather upset that he couldn’t make it, especially since I was going to find out the gender, but I didn’t know whether he was being serious or not. He was never a good actor.

He came with me to announce the news to my parents.

They were not happy, not one bit. Both of them blew up on me, and him, and then they got into their own argument about how they failed parenting all three of their kids and used me, my brother and my sister as examples of kids that no parent would want.

Just like I assumed, they kicked me straight out and gave me an hour to pack my things. Amy rushed over with her mom and so did Emily and Annie, Sam’s sisters, to make sure I get everything. My parents threatened to sell everything I left behind.

So, I’m now living with Amy and her mom in their spare room, which we converted into half bedroom, half nursery. And today, they’re both coming with me to find out whether my baby is a boy or a girl.

Oh, Lori, Sam’s mom, is coming with us, too.

“I hope it’s a girl.” Amy says as she settles herself into the chair next to my bed.

“I want a boy.” I say, pulling my shirt over my stomach and revealing my huge bump. “All the girls I know are bitchy and my daughter would probably catch onto their behaviour.”

“Boys argue more than girls, you know.” Lori comments with a smile. “Annie and Em barely ever fought when they were younger, I was constantly pulling Sam and Ben away from each other’s throats.”

Sam and Ben are still like that sometimes. They like to piss each other off from time to time to see how far they can push each other. It’s a pretty stupid game, someone always ends up with cuts and a black eye.

“Yeah, but I’d rather have a boy so I don’t have to deal with periods and bitchy mood swings.”

I feel sorry for everyone I grew up with during my first year of puberty, I was an angry beast. I physically attacked my brother and sister and Amy, and I broke a few doors in my house. I would kill my daughter if she grew up to be like me.

“That’s true, you were an aggressive ass 12 year old, Y/N, you attacked me once.” Amy shrieks, quietly to be respectful, but with wide eyes and a crazy tone.

“Exactly! I’d rather not go through the torture my parents went through with me.”

I’m pretty sure Amy still has a scar on her arm from that day.

“What if it is a girl?” Lori asks.

I shrug and look over at all of the different equipment on the tray next to me. “I’ll be happy either way, I’ll just have to send her to Military school if she’s a little brat.”

“Sam would spoil her rotten.” Amy’s mom comments with a laugh, which Lori agrees with.

“If you have a boy, he’ll force him to play at least one sport, you know that, right?” I nod enthusiastically and rest my hands on my bump.

“Oh, I know that, I’ll be doing the exact same thing! I wanna be a sports mom.”

“You’d be the mom that attacks the other moms for badmouthing your kid.” Amy comments with a sly laugh.

I nod in agreement and point at her, “And you’d be the aunt that would pull me off and then continue attacking them for me.” We make a great tag team.

It goes silent between us for a few moments and I can’t help but wonder where the damn technician is, it’s been more than 10 minutes now.

“There are cuter clothes for girls, you know.” Amy just won’t give up. “Boys clothes aren’t very cute.”

“You know that having a baby isn’t like Mario Kart, right? I can’t just pick Peach or Mario because I like one better.”

Wow, that sounded a lot better in my head.

Amy stares over at me with a dead face and shakes her head. “That was the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard you say.”

“I thought it was relatable.”

“Oh, it kind of was, but you’re a freak.” I playfully roll my eyes and wait for the technician to come back.

Lori looks between the two of us with an amused smirk and leans back against her chair. “What would you name the baby if it is a boy, Y/N?”

“I don’t know, actually.” I haven’t thought about it at all, I’ve had other things, like my living situation, to sort out. “I kind of like Axel.”

Amy’s eyebrows raise, “From The Middle?”

“You know it.” I nod. The Middle is my guilty pleasure. I’ve watched every episode and I absolutely love it.

“And if it’s a girl?” Amy’s mom, Jodi, asks.

“Marnie, definitely.”

I love the name Marnie, it’s such a pretty name and I’ve never met anyone with the same name. Ever since I watched Halloweentown, it’s been my first choice for my first daughter.

“That’s a really pretty name.” Jodi compliments. “I don’t know anyone named Marnie.”

“So, my grandchild is going to be Axel or Marnie?” Lori grins. I nod my head and tap my fingers on my stomach.

And finally, the technician walks in with an apologetic smile for taking so long.


“Y/N! Babe! How are you?!” My old friend Nate Maloley yells through FaceTime as he picks up Sammy’s call. “I haven’t seen you in forever!”

“Jesus, Nate, how pissed are you right now?”

“Very.” He laughs and pulls Sam’s phone closer to his face. “How is my favourite gal?”

“She’s good, pregnant, but good, how’s my favourite boy?”

“Ohhhh, Sam’s gunna be pissed when he finds that out!” I raise my eyebrow and Nate just laughs even more. “He’ll be pissed that he isn’t your favourite boy.”

“He got me pregnant so clearly, he isn’t worthy of being my favourite.”

“Well, I’m fucking honoured.”

“Where is Sam? I have news but I guess you guys are busy.”

“I uh, I don’t actually know, probably drinking in the kitchen or some shit.”

“It’s like 7pm there.”

Skate just shrugs and smiles. “It’s never too early to turn up baby!” I hear a chorus of hollers and whoops in the background and soon, Swift is shoving his face into the camera.

“Aye! It’s Y/N!” He shouts wildly. “You look gorgeous, as always.”

“Don’t let Sam hear you say that.” Nate warns, which I hope is a joke.

“Whatever,” John shrugs. “How are you, beautiful?”

“I’m good, how are you?”

“I’m absolutely pissing drunk, and it is fucking fantastic.” He grins and adjusts his snapback so it’s not completely covering his eyes. “Too bad you can’t get drunk with us anymore.”

“Y/N, you are a wiiiiild,” Nate drags, “Wild drunk. You were so much fun.”

“Are you saying I’m not fun now?”

“Honestly, you probably aren’t because you’re pregnant and you can’t do shit without worrying about the baby.”

“We could always have some other kind of fun?” Swazz winks and causes Nate to scoff and push his face away from the phone. “I’m kidding! I wouldn’t do that to ol’ Sammy boy!”

Guy code.

I laugh shortly and lean back on the couch. “I’ll let you guys get back to having fun, tell Sam I called, yeah?”

Nate shakes his head and the phone is backing away from his face. “No need, he’s here-”

The blonde haired Samuel pops up on the screen with a huge smile on his face. “Hey, Y/N, wassup?”

“Are you busy?”

“Kinda, but I can talk. I’ll just go upstairs.”

“Are you sure? I don’t wanna intrude.” AKA, I don’t want to be that bitch of an ex who gets in the way of his new, single sex life.

“I always have time to talk to you, Y/N.” He smiles a cheesy smile at me and pulls his phone close to his face. “So, what’s up? What happened at the appointment today?”

“Everything’s fine, he’s healthy and he’s a big baby.”

His eyebrows raise in surprise. “He?”

“It’s a boy.”

His eyes light up in seconds and the smile on his face grows and stretches as far as he can possibly make it.

“No fucking way! Y/N! This is incredible! I’m gunna be a dad to a little boy!”

I can’t help but be a little bit giddy about how well he’s taking this news, he’s definitely brightened up about the whole idea of being a parent so young. He’s so happy about having a little boy, he’s going to be a carbon copy of his daddy, I can feel it.

“I’m gunna be soccer mom AF.” I grin excitedly.

Sam puffs out happily, running a hand through his messy, floppy hair. “What are we naming him? I need to tell everyone. Holy fuck, I’m so excited!”

“We aren’t telling your fans yet, Sam, no way in hell.” I am not ready for that drama. “And his name is probably going to be Axel.”

“Axel?” Sam scoffs. “I am not naming my son Axel.”

“What the hell is wrong with Axel?!”

He shakes his head and looks at me with a scowl. “I’m not naming my son Axel, Y/N, end of.”

I just shrug. “Okay, then his name will be Harrison.” Sam just stares at me, kind of in disgust, and rolls his eyes.

“Harrison Wilkinson?”

“Who said it’s going to be Wilkinson?” I ask with a straight face.

The child usually has the mothers surname if the mother is not married or involved with the father. Yes, Nate is involved with the baby now, but what happens if he stays for a few months and then doesn’t bother to see him regularly? What if he only comes around when he feels like it?

He raises his eyebrows, “Why wouldn’t it be Wilkinson?”

“Maybe I want it to be Y/L/N-Wilkinson, or just Y/L/N.” I really don’t want to make that mistake, especially because me and Sam aren’t together.

“Are you being serious?” He asks, a look of disappointment wifting into his eyes. “You won’t give him my last name? I’m his father, we both know that, I get just as many rights over his name as you do.”

“It depends on how I feel when he’s officially named, Sam, let’s just leave that alone for now.”

“Okay, fine.” He sighs lightly and looks at me through the camera. “I’m coming back when you’re in the last month so I’m definitely there when, he, comes.”

I raise my eyebrows in a midst of shock. “You don’t have to be here for the whole last month, Sam.” He doesn’t even have to be here at all, he has commitments out in LA and I don’t want to be the reason he’s not there.

“I want to be! I want to be there for my son and for you!” He insists loudly, raising his voice to a firm shout. “I want to be able to help you do everything before he’s here, and I’m going to stay in Omaha after he’s born for as long as I possibly can.”

“So, you want to help my emotional, stressed out, hungry, swollen self for a month?” Sam nods and smiles. “And then you want to drive over everyday and help with your child who’ll do nothing but cry, eat, sleep and poop all day for weeks?” I ask, slightly amused.

I mean, I guess he would help out a lot, especially when the baby’s sleeping and I need to sleep and shower. Plus, Sam should be bonding as much as he can with his son if he’s barely going to be in Omaha. It’s not like he can move back here, and I can’t move out to California.


If that’s what he wants, I’m not going to stand in his way. “Okay then, it’s completely your decision, I don’t mind what you do as long as you don’t piss me off.” I warn.

He pushes a smile and digs his fingers into his hair again. “I’ll try my hardest not to, I promise.”

“You’ve made that promise many, many times before yet you still managed to always piss me off.”

“I’ve changed since then!” He laughs a little bit, but his smile drops and a serious look takes over his face. “I’m gunna be a dad, Y/N, I have to grow up a little and be responsible and make decisions that aren’t just going to effect me.”

I didn’t know how much he had actually thought about it. He’s getting really serious about stepping up to the role of being a father and personally, I think it’ll be really good for him. Yes, it’s going to effect his entire life and his career, but it’s going to help him get more serious

“Your whole life is going to change.”

“I know, I’m ready for it.”

“Are you sure?”

“One hundred percent.”

I can’t help but smile. “That’s really great Sam, I’m proud of you.”

“Thank you, babe.” Babe? Really? “Maybe you should start calling me daddy, Y/N, so when the baby’s here, he knows what to call me.”

I can’t help but burst into a fit of over dramatic laughs, with a couple of little snorts, at this suggestion. He cannot be serious!

“I am not calling you daddy, Sam!” I laugh with a shake of my head.

“I’ll call you mommy!” He laughs wildly, throwing his head back and snorting a little. “C'mon, ma! It’ll be really kinky.” He winks at me and bites down on his lip.

I take that all back, he’s still the same old, immature Samuel that I dated back in the day, making everything anyone says sound sexual. It was too good to be true.

“I’m already having one kid with you, I’m definitely not having a second!”

“Maybe we can just have the sex then?” Sam wiggles his eyebrows and winks at me a second time, but I just shake my head.

I put on my best bitch stare, and shoot him down - just like the old times. “Samuel, we are never having sex together again - ever.”


He places a hand over his heart, “Baby, don’t hurt me like that.”

This conversation has gone so many different ways already and it’s only been going on for 7 minutes.

“What’s with all the pet names tonight?”

A pink blush creeps onto his cheeks and he looks down, away from his phone, as he speaks. “I wanna make you feel special, because you’re special to me in so many ways and you always loved it when I called you babe, or baby, so I thought I’d bring it back.”

If it was anyone else, I would be okay with it, but it’s Sam… I just, I can’t be dealing with this all over again, especially when I’m pregnant with his kid. “We’re not together though, you can’t call me those names anymore.”

“I’ll call you whatever I want to call you, Y/N, because in my head, you will always be mine.” He says quietly but just loud enough for me to hear him.

I don’t know if the alcohol or weed, or both, have just started to take effect on him or if he’s being soberly serious about this. Why would he put himself through that?

“Sam, no-”

“Yes, Y/N!” He argues and snaps his head back up. “In my phone, your name is still ‘My Y/N’ with all of those emoji hearts you put in!” That was before we were even dating…

He really didn’t change my contact? I changed his the second after we broke up. I guess girls have different ways of coping with a break up. Even though it’s usually the guys who move on straight after the break up…

I shake my head, he cannot be doing this. “Stop, Sam, seriously, I’m done with this conversation.” I hover my finger over the end button.

“I’m sorry,” Sam frowns. “I’ll let you go and sleep or whatever, I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

“Be safe.” I comment before I hang up.

“You too, keep my boy good.”