Catboy Ginrai!! With a fluffy orange toy in his sights ✨❤️✨❤️
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almost forgot about this I’ve been meaning to cat-ify Masterforce characters….so hopefully there’s more to come~
It’s been sitting on that school ipad I use as yet another finished doodle, so…here! It’s not very good, but it’s all I have while I struggle to the finish line with school (✨) I might have one or two other doodles to share, but I’ll have to wait till next graphics class to see so in the meanwhile, I hope y'all like this one~! ^^
i finished the season last night and I THOUGHT SO HARD about levi when hop and joyce were reunited. like after so much torture and pain while hop is thinking of himself as a curse but maybe he can still help el and joyce… and then she’s THERE she rescued him and after SOOOO long he grins into her hair a lil
that reminded me of levi but also levi smoking with handcuffs on so hot
Domestic AU, Modern AU, pure fluff, unnamed young daughter, based off this reddit post
Kitchen lights flip on and two pairs of eyes stare at him in horror.
“Youcriminals.” Your husband stands like a pillar at the doorframe, bedhead still intact, and eyes still squinting from grogginess, yet the glare he sends you could freeze the water you’re boiling.
An embarrassed squeak escapes your lips while your daughter, not even tall enough to look over the counter, gasps dramatically. “The prison warden is here!” you whisper. Shooing your baby away from the stove, you smile and go, “Hurry! Hide!”
The sound of giggles wake Levi up, and he wastes no time snatching the running bratfrom beside him. He easily snatches her up like a sack of flour and holds her underneath a single arm.
“Papa! Nooo!” More giggles fill the night as she thrashes underneath his arm. Tiny hands attempt to tickle his stomach, but Levi doesn’t even flinch.
Marching over to you like a war captain, you let out an “Eep!” and quickly move.
The blocks of noodles splash into the boiling water and your beam is absolutely mischievous. A criminal, Levi thinks again, an absolute criminal.
One charge for breaking the rules and midnight snacking, and another for leaving the bed so cold when Levi woke and you were nowhere to be found.
“Aha! It’s too late now! The noodles are already in the water!” Your finger points at him and your smile grows wider. Because as much as Levi hates your midnight snacking habits, he absolutely hates wasting food even more. You’re absolutely unabashed at going behind your beloved Levi’s back to make unhealthy late-night snacks for you and your mini-me.
Although your husband wasn’t a health nut by any means, nor did he police what you ate, he wanted to live as long of life with you as possible, and that meant telling you to cut it out with the instant ramen at night.
Not that you ever listened to him, clearly.
Your little girl wiggles her legs faster, and scared that she was too close to the stove, Levi lets her down. Skipping over to your slide, her smile matches yours and you two share a high-five to cries of triumph.
“Good job, Mama!” your baby cheers.
“It’s all thanks to you, baby!” you congratulate. “You’d distract your papa again for me next time too, right?”
“Yea! Yea!”
“Oh?” Levi calls, arms crossed. Bumping your hip aside with his, he shoos you away from the stove and takes over without a word. “I’m sure the judge would like to hear that when your mom is locked away for 1,000 years for eating ramen at midnight. Against the rules.” He says this pointedly, sending you an extra glare for that fact. Although his baby looked exactly like how he did when he was younger, according to Kuchel, her personality was all you, and you two had a blast constantly breaking his “laws” as you called them.
“What?” you play along, giggling. “How come I’m the only one getting jail time?” You trail after your husband as he heads to your silver fridge for some bok choy and green onions because heaven knows that you’d just crack a couple eggs in your ramen and call it a day. He’d force you to have some vegetables with it, at least. “Our baby is clearly in on it too!”
“That brat was probably forced to commit the crime.” You stare down as Levi’s face is merely inches away from yours. “You’re the main instigator. Brat, please set the table.”
“Okay, Papa!” The sound of opening drawers and rattling cutlery fills his ears.
Holding back the heat on your face, even after all these years of marriage, you continue with the charade. “Not true! I was going out cause I wanted a snack and found our baby awake too because she was hungry.” Wrapping arms around his waist as he waits for the five minutes to be up, you place your chin on his shoulder. “You wouldn’t let an innocent little girl starve, would you?”
“All I see are two brats.” Your arms remain comfortably around him as he begins to cut the vegetables, dropping them in, and stirring the pot gently so that the noodles would break up.
Of course, you two would wake up at the same time, he thinks. Your daughter isyou, down to your exhausting eating habits.
Levi knows not to say this out loud, however, because you are sure to argue with him.
She’s you, you’d say back. Down to every eyelash.
“Brat, do you want any meat?” Levi asks, opening up the fridge again.
“Fishcake, Papa!” He sighs and nods once, reaching into your freezer for the pack that you always have stocked.
“What do we say, baby?” you ask back.
“Uh…Please, Papa!” Wide grey eyes stare back at you two for confirmation. With a nod, she beams again and waves her arms.
“You’re welcome,” Levi’s soft voice answers back.
When the time is up, Levi serves up the ramen that you left his embrace for and carefully hands the two bowls to you.
Your daughter ended up setting down chopsticks and spoons at the living room coffee table instead of the dining table, probably because she wanted to get some TV in before you put her down to sleep again.
Another rule broken, it looks like. Before you had your daughter, Levi would sooner stop drinking tea than have you eat in his precious living room, but it looks like now you weren’t the only person spoiled rotten by him. Oh well, he’d just force you to clean his pristine carpet thrice afterward.
By the time you and your daughter sit down, Levi has already cleaned all pots, bowls, and scrubs the countertop just in time to plop down right in the middle of you two. Huffing, your eyes soften at the sight of your tired husband, but he remains with you two regardless. With your free hand, you carefully brush away some of his bedhead. Closing his eyes contently, he leans into your touch.
“Say ‘Thank you for the food, Papa!’” you tell your daughter.
“Thank you for the yummy food, Papa!” your baby calls.
“Thank you, 'Vi,” you say from the other side of him.
Leaning forward, you two press two kisses on either side of his cheeks in sync, complete with your cheesy, “Muah!” And although your daughter’s kiss is wet from the ramen broth, Levi doesn’t cringe or immediately move to wipe it away. Laughing quietly, you take your napkin and you carefully wipe it away for him.
“Do you want some, Papa?” your baby asks carefully. Looking down at the large grey eyes blinking up at him, Levi sighs and shakes his head.
Carefully patting her head, he adds, “I already brushed my teeth, thank you though. Make sure you brush your teeth extra well after this, okay?”
Shrugging, she smiles and continues to eat. She doesn’t seem bothered at all that she didn’t get to share with her precious Papa. You two share the same love for instant ramen, it seems.
You turn on the new Disney movie about that red panda, and you promise that whatever you don’t finish tonight, you two can finish tomorrow. It’s the weekend, and your daughter has been doing well in school, so there was no harm in letting her have these small wins.
And although you and your baby take your sweet time eating (but before the noodles get bloated, of course), Levi stays by your side. After complaining all about how you forced him to get out of your warm and comfortable bed, Levi seems to make no move to head back even after his work is done.
Eventually, amidst your small comments about the story’s plotline, and your daughter’s gasps of awe at the animation, Levi’s head slowly falls on your shoulder.
Looking down, you notice his crossed arms and his closed eyes. Small, controlled breaths escape his parted lips.
When it is time for bed, you wash your bowls, check up on your daughter when she brushed her teeth, and tuck her into bed. Pressing ten quick kisses on her forehead, you make sure her head is propped up so that she doesn’t get indigestion in the morning.
Turning off her bedroom lights, you walk past your bedroom. On the couch is your handsome husband, curled up in a little ball with the blanket strewn around him.
Your bed is large, warming, and comfortable for sure, you think, but it doesn’t have the love of your life with you.
Carefully crawling in the empty space Levi has left, you wedge yourself into any curve of his body possible before your arms wrap around his waist, comfortable and snug.
And before you lose consciousness, you were sure, above all else, that you felt strong arms tighten around you too.
“This is all your fault.”
Face puffy in the morning due to the ramen, you can only pout in silence as long scolding monologues fill the air. Sitting on your sinks’ countertop, you let your husband say anything he wishes as he carefully rolls the jade roller around your face and face mask to help you de-puff.
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