#bestie my beloved <3

[simpywhore]

Characters that would bully me for vaping GO 🎤

Baji - choked on it once and hated it ever since Chifuyu - if Baji hates it, so does he SMILEY - bully is his middle name, also a way of him showing that he cares "bullying = love" TAIJU - thinks it's a lame copied version of cigarettes Kisaki - hates vapes because of Hanma blowing it on his face on a daily basis Kakucho - doesn't want you to die from flavored air Bonus for my beloved, Sanzu likes vaping, but what he likes even more is tasting it directly from your pretty lil' mouth. Rindou loves when his pretty baby is sat on his lap, looking all pretty and making out with him. Ran would hold your face while tasting your sweet flavored vape. (you'd taste his much stronger cigar in return). Wakasa defo pulls you in for a shotgun kiss. Shinichiro is such a sappy hopeless romantic I swear, (makes me wanna drop to my knees and blow him instead) he'd rather share it with you than vape separately. Hanma obv vapes, so he'll join you. Also blows vape on your face as well.

#tho fuyu wouldnt really bully you yk #sanzu x reader #rindou x reader #tokyo revengers headcanons #my inbox ( •̀ ω •́ )✧ #ran x reader #shinichiro x reader #hanma shuji #shuji hanma #mutuals (❁´◡`❁) #bestie my beloved <3 #rindou my beloved <3 #p/wifey my beloved #rindou haitani #tokyo revengers #baji keisuke #baji #keisuke baji #chifuyu #matsuno chifuyu #chifuyu matsuno #wakasa imaushi #wakasa #wakasa x reader #shinichiro #shinichiro sano #tokyo revengers x reader #hitto kakucho #kakucho hitto #kakucho x reader

[ash-and-starlight]

hades atla bisexual simulator

#id in alt text #hadesgame artstyle is the most poggers thing on this fucking earth let me just YOINK steal it #i haven’t played a single minute of hades in my life btw #but i’m familiar with its bisexuality #it calls to mine like a siren’s song #i wanted to add lil dialogue options to them but my brain farted before it got done so. this is what u get :3 #zuko #sokka #suki #yue #pondering the orb #my art #also: LAST ART OF THE YEAR BESTIE BELOVEDS THANK U FOR MAKING THE MORTIFYING ORDEAL OF SHARING ART SO MUCH FUN #KISSES FOR ALL

[hualianschild]

shi qingxuan to hua cheng :

#the way this is a canon event 💀 #get you a bestie who can gender and commit arson #shi qingxuan my beloved <3 #heaven officials blessing #tgcf #tian guan ci fu #shi qingxuan #mxtx #hua cheng #san lang #xie lian #heaven official's blessing

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

cannot stop thinking about Niffty and Vaggie chilling out playing darts together

except it's with knives, and they're giggling, and it's with Vaggie holding her permanently got-impaled-by-heavnly-steel hand up to the dart board, and it's Charlie walking right as Niffty takes her throw

Charlie: "Hey guys! Husk is wondering if you want another round of-"

Niffty: (throws knife through charlie's gf's hand)

Charlie: "-ffffffffaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAaAAAHGHGHGHGH?!!!?!"

Vaggie: "Wooo yeaaaaahh!"

Niffty: "SCOOOOORE! Oh hi Charlie~!"

Charlie: "AArGH???"

Vagige: "Babe you gotta come check this out."

Charlie: "VAGGIE WHAT THE- what are- your HAND-!"

Vaggie: "Cool huh?"

Charlie: "C O O L ?? You've been impaled!!!"

Vaggie: "Yeah I have, that's the point."

Niffty: "the POINT... heeheeheee~"

Demon Charlie: "NiFFTy."

Niffty: (gets grabbed)

Niffty: "AHAHAHA!! I'm in danger!"

Vaggie: "Okay whoa sweetie, maybe don't toast the employee-"

Niffty: "TOAST ME- hrrk!"

Vaggie: "And don't snap her neck either!"

Charlie: "She. HURT-"

Vaggie: "She didn't hurt me. Look, see? No blood. She put the knife right through Lute's stab wound."

Charlie: "....and that's a GOOD thing???"

Vaggie: "Sure! She got a hole in one!"

Charlie: "...."

Charlie: "A hole... in one..."

Charlie: (drops niffty)

Niffty: "Wheee-!" (SPLAT)

Vaggie: "Babe? Uh, Charlie..? Where're you going?"

Charlie: "Bar. I'm.... getting another round of drinks from Husk."

Vaggie: "But you haven't even asked what we want-"

Charlie: "It's not FOR you." (staggers off)

Vaggie: "...."

Vaggie: "...Did I just traumatize my girlfriend?"

Niffty: "Naaaah, the trauma was already there, we just POKED at it enough for her to go cry all over Husk's countertops about it."

Vaggie: "So I should probably let her do that huh."

Niffty: "Once she's done crying, THEN you can hug her!"

Vaggie: "Or I could go hug her right now..."

Niffty: "OR you could let me see if I can put a knife between each of your fingers AND get a hole in one!!"

Vaggie: "...i guess... venting to other people did help her out a lot last time..."

Niffty: "Hole! In! One!"

Vaggie: "Hole. In. One."

Niffty: "BLOOD OR GLORY!!!"

Vaggie: "TRUST AND ACCURACY!!!!"

Niffty: "AND KNIVES!!!!!!!"

-at the bar-

Charlie: "It's gooooood she's gotta close friend, y'know? It is, so grrrreaaaat that they're bonding. Throwin'... throwin' knives right through her new unhealing and eternal puncture wound....."

Husk: "Wait the fuck, they're doing what now?"

Charlie: "....another something that Lute and heaven did to her....that I wasn't there to stop from happenin'...."

Husk: "Shit."

Charlie: "An' now she's playing parlor games with it! Yay!"

Husk: "This is the least fucking 'yay' I've ever fucking seen you."

Charlie: "That's like, free therapy for her though! Right!?"

Husk: "No, but this is."

Husk: (pours drink) "Here."

Charlie: (takes bottle) "Thank- hic-s!!"

#hazbin hotel #vaggie #niffty hazbin hotel #charlie morningstar #chaggie #husk hazbin hotel #incorrect quotes #problematic besties niffty and vaggie my beloveds <3 #how many times d'y'all think husk had to restock while bartending charlie through the aftermath of the hotel battle?? #like at least twice right????

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

i just think it's neat that he would b more than happy to be my friend even tho im a bit fucked up (and i am willing to b his friend even tho he's a bit fucked up, also) (we can b a bit fucked up together) (heart emoji)

#self comfort #comfort character #sadbit #bones of a rabbit #self insert #self loathing #kinito #kinitopet #kinito my beloved #kinito x player #kinito x y/n #babbitsona #doodles #a couplea mentally ill besties <3

[stevebabey]

steve harrington but it's that jeff winger moment from community. if u have seen community, u will know... my first stobin-centric piece <3 tw for parental neglect and a prior act of self-harm. this is absolutely on the steve harrington has bad parents train <3

“Steven, this is ridiculous.”

Robin freezes in place. Her hand hovers over the remote she's just placed back down, her limbs locking up one by one at the sound of the voice at the door.

It is not a familiar voice. She knows who it is all the same.

She fights not to move, knowing the couch springs, old and rusted, threaten to reveal her hiding place, even if it is her house. Robin is very much allowed to be here. Expected, even.

But Steve? Steve is not.

It’s why there’s one Christine Harrington on the dingy porch steps.

It’s an unwelcome surprise — even after all the fuss of the 4th of July, a thousand police sirens, endless NDAs, and too much blood on his uniform, Steve’s parents hadn’t shown.

Out of town, Steve had said, his bashed in face making it impossible to read his expression. His eyes were haunted and misty but Robin couldn’t tell if it was from the horror of the night or… a loneliness far older.

So Robin had done the fussing. Had dragged him home with her, shooed away her rightfully nosy parents, and mended him up on her bathroom counter.

Steve had been silent, a little wide-eyed as she worked on each cut, each bruise — but with her gentle touch, he had been helpless to do anything but melt beneath it.

He’d called her Robbie for the first time that night. They’d fallen asleep with their hands intertwined, her arm hanging off the bed to reach out to him on her bedroom floor.

Robin still hasn’t met Steve’s parents, even though it’s been more than a couple months since that night.

She’s been to his house countless times too. She knows where the spare key is, if she ever loses her own copy, that is. Knows which stair squeaks on the way up to the second floor and how the lock on the downstairs bathroom gets jammed too easily.

She’s eaten the best grilled cheese of her life in their kitchen, sitting on the counter.

She’s laughed so hard she’s cried on their couch, getting the throw pillows wet with her happy tears.

She’s still never met Steve’s parents. Til right now.

Christine Harrington has her arms wrapped tight around her frame and Robin has no doubt that on her face is a frown that could make babies cry.

She can’t see her face though. Can only just see a glimpse of her tense body from where she sits. Steve blocks part of her view, his own tense frame in the doorway.

He’d answered the door instead of Robin only because he had the foresight to glance at the front window after the first rap at the door. It was late. Robin’s parents certainly wouldn’t knock at their own home and neither of them were expecting visitors.

The expensive car in the drive, a sore thumb along Robin’s street, had given away the identity of just who was knocking so late in the evening. So, Steve had opened it.

“Mom—”

“I mean utterly ridiculous.” Steve gets cut off without second thought, Christine continuing on as if she hasn’t heard him at all.

“Did you expect us to spend all evening chasing you around? Figuring out where you were tonight from the Carlton’s across the road?”

She’s got this snippy tone that Robin’s heard a thousand times from teachers. Patronising. Too cold for it to seem like a genuinely concerned parent.

“The Carlton’s?” Steve echoes, a bit meek. His shoulders have rolled forward, sinking down a bit and Robin can see his tight grip on the door. Still, she stays frozen, rooted to the couch.

“Yes, Steven.” Christine says his full name again, all bite. “Imagine the shame your father and I felt hearing that. Hearing who you had been associating with.”

“Don’t say that.” Steve grits out immediately, anger bleeding into his tone.

The muscles in his back ripple as he forces his shoulders back, as if he had remembered how to stand up straight at the mention of his friend.

Robin aches; at the reminder of the stark differences of their upbringings and at Steve’s unquestionable loyalty. She finally unfreezes, sitting up a little straighter and leaning forward more— ready to spring up from her seat.

She’s not sure what for exactly. She sorta really wants to go slam the door on Steve’s mom’s face and go back to being bundled up on the couch with him. The urge is strong enough to make her fingers twitch.

“Why are you here, Mom?”

There’s a strain to Steve’s question, even though he doesn’t falter in appearance. Robin can’t see his face either though. She hopes it’s got the bitchiest expression Steve can muster.

“Don’t be smart, Steven.” Christine reprimands coldly. “I know that we may have taken a larger absence than intended but that’s not any excuse to parade yourself around with the strays of this town.”

Strays. Robin feels the word pelt into her and burn into her skin, sinking all the way down. It feels like cold water has tipped down the back of her neck. An unwelcome pit forms in her stomach.

She had known, of course, the reputation of a family like the Harrington's. She hadn’t quite known the extent they would go to protect it. Policing your child's friends over a matter of image is absurd.

Somehow, Robin can see how Steve grows even tenser at his mom’s words— hackles raising like that on a dog. His knuckles turn white. But before he speaks, Christine is barreling on like she hasn’t just slandered every one of Steve’s new friends.

“And to leave the house in such a state?”

Robin hears her sigh heavily, as though this really is the biggest problem in her life — which she can’t fathom in the slightest.

There was nothing wrong with Steve’s house. No mess beyond the usual evidence that someone, you know, lived there.

“Mom, I—” Steve starts again.

“Well, I’m sure you have your reasons. You always do.” She says it so pointedly, like Steve was known for peddling lies to weasel his way out of trouble.

It’s so un-Steve it makes Robin blink hard, wondering if she had heard right.

Steve was honest. He owned his mistakes and he took things on the chin. It was something she had liked most about him in the beginning.

Back when it was all snark and Robin told herself she was never going to be his friend, in this universe or anything other. That even then, reluctant co-worker and nothing more, Steve was honest and decent to her always.

“Now, come on now.” Christine Harrington huffs out her demand. “Your father is waiting in the car and there no use winding him up more than you already have.”

Robin’s stomach turns at her words. It had been a topic of discussion between them, one night weeks ago, lips loosened by the dark. I feel like a dog to them, Steve had admitted quietly, his breath against her pillow and his warmth under her sheets. Like they just leave alone most of the time but expect me to perk up and come running the moment they call. I hate it.

“I’m not coming with you.”

The words stammer on their way out like he had forced them out— and Robin wants to sing she’s so proud of her best friend.

“Excuse me?”

“I’m not coming with you.” Steve repeats himself, the words a little firmer this time. “I’m… I’m spending the night here, with my friend Robin.”

He trails off, the words weaker, losing steam. Robin rises to her feet, the tell-tale squeak of the couch springs letting Steve know she was still here. Still right behind him.

It makes him stand a little straighter.

“I— I’ll come home in the morning.”

Christine Harrington makes a little scoffing noise, a high pitched faux laugh as if Steve’s said something amusing.

“Tell me when did I raise such an ungrateful brat?” She muses meanly and Robin doesn’t miss the way Steve flinches lightly. “We give you free rein of the house, apt time by yourself, and yet when we request you to spend a single evening with us—”

“You’re not asking, you’re demanding.” Steve cuts in, his voice more heated now.

“Oh hush, Steven. You act as if we’re so awful.”

It’s all dismissal. Everything, every word, a dismissal.

“I just can’t win with you, can I?” Christine sighs again, disappointment dripping from the sound. “Either we’re not here enough or we’re here but you can’t find time to have dinner with your family. Which is it, Steven?”

In the doorway, Steve begins to bristle. Robin really, really wants to slam the door now — if only to stop this conversation that seems to keep cutting deeper and deeper into her best friend.

She steps closer to him, moving as silently as she can, and makes sure to stay out of sight as she places a hand gently on the small of his back.

He’s shaking, she realises.

Her heart twists painfully in her chest.

Then, deathly calm, Steve says, “Did you know in 7th grade, I lied and I told everyone in my class that I got appendicitis?”

Robin blinks at the change in subject, the strangeness of Steve’s comment. She does remember that, vaguely. A boy in the year above— it had been a wildfire rumour that had turned out to be true.

Or so she thought. Staring hard at the planes of Steve’s back, the pit in her stomach yawns with an anticipation of devastation. Her hand on his back curls up a bit.

“You and Dad were gone for the whole month to Washington. It was the first time you had ever gone for that long and you didn’t even tell me until the day before you left.”

“Steven—”

“I just wanted someone to worry about me.” He steamrolls on, tone too casual for the story he was telling. “And it worked."

A beat.

"But then Cassie Lange asked about the scar.”

Robin’s hand on Steve's back twists up tighter. She feels like she knows what’s coming— but wishes it to be not true.

She doesn’t want to think of Steve, little twelve year old Steve, doing all that he can for a scrap of attention he was supposed to be getting from his parents.

“And rather than admit I’d lied…” The words come out too tight. “I went and found your sewing scissors and I made one.”

There’s this icy bite to Steve’s voice, his shoulders tensed back up. Christine still hasn’t said anything.

“I hurt like a bitch but it was worth it. I got a card from every single person in my class.”

“You wanna see the scar?” He asks— then he’s moving, his hand rucking up his sweater and shirt and exposing the skin of his stomach. Christine makes a noise like a muffled gasp. Robin feels a bit sick. Steve drops his shirt.

“And I kept all of those cards I got —all 17 of them stashed them under my bed in a box that I still have til this day.” He exhales through his nose. “Because it was proof that, at some point, somebody actually gave a shit about me. Because you didn’t. You didn’t then and you don’t get to now.”

His words hang in the air. There’s a long stretch of silence where Steve stares down the woman on the porch— someone closer to a stranger than a friend.

“So, I will see you at home, tomorrow.”

And then he slams the door to Robin’s house shut with a finality that shakes the air. Robin tenses up at the loud noise. Steve doesn't move, just stays staring at the closed door.

Behind them both, one of the noisy pipes in the house makes a loud noise. It sounds worse than usual as it breaks the silence.

Outside, Robin hears the click of heels on the pavement as they quieten, moving further away.

The pit in her stomach tightens immeasurably, a faint bile taste in her mouth. She finally remembers to smooth out her hand, pressing it flat against Steven’s back— another reminder that she was there.

If he wanted to talk or he didn’t, she was there.

Suddenly Steve sighs, an exhale so large that he shrinks down a couple inches, his shoulders dropping. It sounds exhausted.

He finally turns away from the door, to Robin, and she can only hope her face conveys every ounce of love, of support, she feels within her chest.

“Steve…” She breathes softly.

He wasn’t crying but just the sound of his name, spoken so delicately, seems to inspire tears. Robin catches the tremble of his lip and moves without thought— throwing both her arms around his neck and wrestling him into a hug.

Steve goes easy, his arms snaking around her middle and holding her back so tightly it nearly makes her squeak. She doesn’t though— just lets him bury his face in her neck, taking these big shuddering breaths, these half-formed sobs that break her heart clean in half.

She doesn’t know how long they stand there. Car engines drone as they pass by the street. The streetlights seem to get brighter. Steve presses himself so close to her, as close as he can, and Robin hugs back just as tight. She gives him all the time he needs.

She wonders if there’s an indent of him on her when he finally pulls back — a Steve Harrington shaped outline imprinted on her soul. It feels like there is.

If she could trace it, she thinks, it would be whatever shape love takes.

“Thanks Robbie.” He croaks out. He’s started scrubbing furiously at his face and she can see the wet sheen of tears as he wipes them away.

Robin doesn’t move far, just unwinds her arms a bit and lets them fall back to her sides. There’s an ache between her brows from how long she’s been frowning in concern. Steve looks more disheveled than usual, his usually perfect hair looking flatter — but he looks lighter too, somehow.

“No need to thank me, dingus.” She says, voice soft. She faux punches his chest and then regrets it when his lips don’t even twitch upward. It’s weird to see Steve all undone.

Robin thinks back to that conversation and the callousness of Steve’s mom. Her uncaring tone, the use of his full name like an insult.

She thinks of what Steve had said.

“I’m sorry you felt—” The words get stuck in her throat which grows thicker as she thinks about it. About a self-made scar on Steve’s abdomen, made by a twelve year old boy who just wanted someone to worry.

“—That you felt like you had to do something like that to yourself. I’m sorry no one noticed what you really needed.”

Steve nods slowly, his eyes glazed with a far away look as he stares somewhere over Robin’s shoulder. He gives this little shrug, a little huff through his nose.

“It’s okay.” He says, voice a bit distant. “I mean, it’s not but… even if I hadn’t meant to tell you, I’m glad someone knows now.”

It takes another second before he finally seems to shake himself from his thoughts, turning to properly look at Robin. His eyes are red-rimmed and the tip of his nose is pink. Tell tale signs of tears.

“I’ve never told anyone that before.”

Robin swallows thickly and it takes effort to choke down the urge to cry.

“Well,” She starts. It comes out too high pitched and tight and she clears her throat. “Thank you for telling me.

Some kind of smile plays on Steve’s lips, as if he can tell that she’s fighting off her sniffling and it’s sorta funny to him. It is, a little.

Because instead of being embarrassed or feeling pitied, he feels… delightfully surprised to have her care so much. To be so upset on his behalf.

“Oh, c’mon Robbie,” He gives her that same faux-punch in the shoulder she did earlier and it actually succeeds in making her lips pull up at the edges. “None of that.”

“You’re such a dingus.” Robin says. It comes out a bit wobbly still. Sue her— she doesn’t have Steve’s insane ability to bounce from one emotion to another in a single second.

Steve grins. He wanders back to the couch and flops down onto it. Robin follows and when she sits down, it’s a fraction closer to him this time. He gives one last scrub of his face, wiping the last of his tears away.

She nudges him with her thigh. She has to check just one more time.

“You alright?”

Steve smiles, crooked in that way that lets her know it’s completely sincere. He reaches forward and presses unmute on the remote, the film they’re watching starting up again with a buzz.

Steve presses his thigh back against Robin’s and in the dim lighting of her living room, his eyes glitter with an emotion that threatens to make her want to cry once more.

“Course.” He says. “I got someone checking up on me now,”

Another pointed nudge of his thigh against hers. “I’m better than ever.”

#everybody say it with me now: OOF #the writing of this episode is so good and i simply cannot resist the brainworms when it fits too well #i love making them hurt so they can comfort each other <3 #robin remains to this day the only one who knows the truth about that scar #stobin my beloved #ruby writes steve & robin #... new tag used shlay #steve & robin #steve harrington #robin buckley #stobin #platonic stobin #platonic soulmates #stobin ficlet #stobin drabble #i love these besties w all my freaking bones #idk tell me how i did. or dont. but please #steve harrington has bad parents #steve harrington whump #steve harrington hurt/comfort #platonic with a capital p

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

Bard-aby <3 except he's only loosely a bard bc i don't subscribe to absolutes <3

rambles:

BARNABY WITH PANTS??? BLASPHEMY!!! however this is a (dnd-inspired) fantasy au so. pants! loose pants tucked into modified boots because no one can tell me No!

based off of Clown's pokemon au human Barn, it seems like he might be a bit of a jewelry guy! he was wearing rings! and had an earring! also i think Barn just looks great w/ some extra shinies, yk yk

since ties aren't really a Thing in fantasy settings, i combined the iconic pattern w/ his vest for a two-in-one. then suspenders bc they fuck severely! his belt buckle is a bone both as a nod to the pattern on his tie / house decoration, and to go along with how Wally has an apple buckle! besties stay twinning!

you can't see it but on his other side he has his pack & his smoking pipe holster, which attaches to his belt! it's very high quality leather that he spent so much money on. his pipe is important to him - he carved it himself out of wood from an important tree from his childhood, so he wants it to be properly stored & protected! he has two kinds of tobacco for it - normal, and magic tobacco that essentially allows him to cast minor spells w/ the smoke

the feathers on his hat are from Ms. Beagle! in my mind he left the farm to go adventuring on a bit of a bad note, but his mama made sure to give him a couple feathers to take with so that she'd always be close <3

he keeps his claws blunt so that he doesn't accidentally scratch people/things, and so that he can play stringed instruments without cutting the strings. while i imagine for this au he plays a wide range, he prefers Loud Handheld Instruments that allow him to sing along. so in mind he has an Accordion here! loud! jaunty! but i imagine he also keeps a recorder in his pack for when Frank needs annoying. (he did have a lute, but he broke it over someone's head in the act of defending Wally's honor)

im still trying to pin down the right balance of colors for his outfit, but! for a little au tidbit - all of his spots are the same two blues as his ears. in this im imagining that he, at a young age, learned a very basic cosmetic spell that allowed him to change his spots color to mimic Ms. Beagle's! he wanted to look like his mama! but by the time he's in his late 20s he no longer changes his spots

ohhhh i forgot to add his pockets. Oh Well

#i wanted him to look um.... Put Together? #barn strikes me as a character that likes to look a lil sophisticated in a way! #and i wanted that to come across in this fit... dont know if i succeeded #i still wanted to have Bard-ish / Barnaby Vibes #i can easily imagine him reclined by a tree absentmindedly playin his accordion... smokin... in this outfit hat tipped down over his eyes #barnaby my beloved <3 #and bardaby my beloved <3 #also ill admit!!! #that lute is traced from a real image lmfao there was no way in hell i was scribbling that thing from scratch #scribble salad #wh fantasy au #i lowkey feel bad for barnaby when he finds out about the whole warlock thing #bc hes been traveling with wally for Years #barnaby likes to think that he knows everything about his little buddy #and then wally has to be like 😬 #yeah im actually not technically a real person #also there's this 'demon' i have a pact with & also a weird kinda non-platonic Cant Be Accurately Labeled intimate relationship with #oh and i sometimes sacrifice innocent people to it in a pinch. the rest of the time we eat enemies' souls #and barnaby just has to! deal with that! like oh great! his bestie has been lying to his face since they met! #ands its been Seamless Lying! #suffice to say barnaby has a crisis #and now since wally can be more open about home #there's a sort of... pointless Rivalry for wally's attention/affection #even though barnaby definitely misjudges the situation and how home feels about wally... #oh switching gears back to the instrument thing! #in my mind barnaby also knows how to play the harp really well #and howdy's tavern has a corner for live music - which includes a permanently placed harp <3 #so i think on quiet days barnaby will go play the harp while howdy cleans glasses & the others do their own quiet things #maybe its raining outside! or Snowing! but the tavern is cozy and warm & there is beautiful music <3

[megane-sama]

Cinematic Parallels.

#this came to me in a dream #the dark trio blorbos my beloveds <3 #gege fujimoto and kaku think they real slick and funny huh? #they would be besties i think #jigokuraku #gabimaru #chainsaw man #denji #jujutsu kaisen #itadori yuji

[tangledinink]

vote for the little prince in the latest @tmntaucompetition and upon their victory i'll send an associate to deliver to @beannary a handshake and a crisp high-five in my wake.

#i dont live anywhere near them #but i have CONNECTIONS okay #ive got people.... i can make it happen.... #tmnt au competition #propaganda #i once again also love the tiz au but i am #obligated to campaign to bean my bestie and my beloved #the unofficial partner au to the gemini #and also tiz doesnt need my help either lmao <3

[intotheelliwoods]

This comic is a direct follow up to this drabble by @dandylovesturtles!! Please give it a read first!

Hello. I thought sending Dandy Poptart would be funny. I was wrong, very wrong. Take this comic so I can atone for my crimes <3

I do hope people remember the Pepper nickname he had, haha

WMAS peepaw stolen from @chiangyorange dont worry the shove in the face didnt hurt <3 (physically)

#2 arms left #i may be invisible #imbi #rottmnt #crossovers #idk how to tag crossovers haha #uhhhhh oops im posting this at such a weird time #ah whatever #enjoy #comic is a comic #no matter how odd the time is #the besties #imbi my beloved #did you know I love imbi? #I love imbi. #oh chiangy!!!! #no clue if you are reading my tags but if you want a huggy inbox leo lmk <3 #hug saga

[marblebagcollective]

c!tommy, c!tubbo, and michael having a sleepover !!

rbs appreciated :3

#c!tommy #c!tubbo #dsmp tommy #dsmp tubbo #tommyinnit fanart #tubbo fanart #dsmp michael #michael underscore beloved #my art #dsmp fanart #dsmp #art #fanaart #dsmp art #c!tommy introject #<- i am a ctommy introject lol .... i wanna tag my art yknow... me and my bestie and my nephew :3

[simpywhore]

Here you go bbg 🤭🤭

omg I almost shat myself 😰

#mutuals (❁´◡`❁) #my inbox ( •̀ ω •́ )✧ #bestie my beloved <3 #simpywhore answers

[rhythmmortis]

#kingdom hearts #kh #aqua #terra #ventus #im making graphics now wooo!! #i learned this program 3 days ago and made this!! very intuitive to use and so happy with how these turned out #if this gets enough notes i'll definitely try and do more graphics in the future #i tried to keep it simple for my first time (aside from the teeth on rainfell. oh my god pure hell) #thank you to beloved bestie rapidlychangingfandoms for listening to me complain the entire way through making this dfkhdfkjh #really hoping this doesnt flop!!

[critter-covenant]

hops n' kicks :3

#them being rough and tumble friends is my favorite thing #constantly competing and bickering but they are besties your honor #or more- interpret this however idc much #only ships i'm really crazy about are daynap and their frowningcriters counterparts idk their ship name actually #I shoudl draw those two actually theyre like half the reason im here honestly #gah oops rambled uhhh hoppy and kickin dynamic my beloved ok bye #hoppy hopscotch #kickinchicken #poppy playtime #poppy playtime chapter 3 #smiling critters #smiling critters fanart

[dreamaze]

BFFL 42/∞ ↪ different shoots, same(ish) problem

*this hyungwon style of censoring

+ it really is that serious

#mx7net #monstaxedits #minhyuk #hyungwon #monsta x #tuseral #wabisarah #oorieri #userkyutie #wings.gifs #wings.original #bffl series #bestie beloveds!!! #💜💜 #conceived before hyungwon was practically half-naked in that recent mon channel vid #but shoutout to him proclaiming on the fancafe that actually no one else can perceive min's shoulders thanks #also 'my sadness equals the happiness of our fans' is one of the funniest things minhyuk has ever said #(too real he had to backtrack </3) #just let him be bundled up or suited forever!

[dragonpyre]

*happily slapping table a la bongo cat* who’s left from the batfam now?? Dick, Bruce, Alfred, and Jason?? >:3 you pick which one or all four :D

JASON! MY BELOVED BOY! I'm sorry, Dick, i love you too, but Jason's first in my heart.

First impression: Oooo snarky boy with trauma

Impression now: Baby boy. Baby. Trauma buddy. Bestest boy. Has committed so many atrocities. DC do better

Favorite moment: The absolute batshit scheme he made to make Bruce prove he loved him. Just go hug your dad, dude. Jesus. No need to kill 50+ people over it.

Idea for a story: Bro. So many. SO MANY. Too many for a single ask

Unpopular opinion: Lazarus Pit madness (beyond like a day or so) isn't a thing and he's actually just SEVERELY traumatized

Favorite relationship: Jason and Dick. They're the best of brothers, they're the worst of brothers. Dick's guilt over being a bad brother meeting Jason's need to be a little shit: COMBINE!

Favorite headcanon: The hair streak is actually late presenting poliosis

#jason todd #my beloved #ask #ask game #ty bestie <3 #dc #batman #red hood