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#YOU ARE JUST A BIG BABY !!!!!!!!!! MY BABY !!!!!!!
greykolla-art · 3 months
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Guys! Can you believe I was gonna just CASUALLY watch Hazbin Hotel???
But it’s way too good. The writing is so tight, all the characters are interesting and layered, ALL THE SONGS:🔥🔥🔥
Alastor is such a Cheshire Cat! Not a characteristic I see often, but it’s always good! Gimme more immediately.👏👏👏
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datcravat · 1 month
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pe ru so na
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francy-sketches · 17 days
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cringe ass family ❤
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answermywearyquery · 23 days
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✨ big, a depressive pixie nightmare bodyguard ✨
loan’s kinnporsche 2nd anniversary: favourite supporting character: big + bonus kenbig:
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puppetmaster13u · 6 days
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Prompt 290
Ghosts have the habit of taking names of those they’ve defeated. Not in spars or play-fights of course, and one has to actually be an adult for the instinct to hit, but it happens. It happens far more often than one would think. 
Jason? Actually has no clue when he comes back to the living why he stole one of the Joker’s older names, nor why the Pit goes so angry when he thinks about Robin- HisTitleHisFraidNameFromFamily- 
Now the Pit? Not a baby semi-near the cusp of adulthood, in fact is Very Old even if it’s more hivemind-esque then a full on realms entity. Very offended for the Baby it was gifted, because who takes that from a literal infant?! 
Oh! Oh that’s another baby! Hm, change of plans, obviously the baby is also its. Because while adult ghosts trying to forcefully take a Name is a direct challenge? A ghostling- or in this case liminal- doing it is an open invitation for adoption. 
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elizakai · 4 months
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scribbles of our guy </3
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The way Katniss is just stumbling through the Hunger Games like "I can keep Peeta alive through sheer willpower combined with how much everyone loves him cause he's the most wholesome and perfect person in the whole universe" and Peeta is out here making these elaborate plans; i.e., "she came here with me", "if it weren't for the baby", the locket with pictures of her mom and Prim, and GALE??? Wanting to make alliances.
Like, one of you is Haymitch's carbon copy and it shows.
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luyo-mi · 6 months
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my pookies
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cashmoneyyysstuff · 6 months
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katsuki, to me, is so dramatic. when he deems you haven’t been paying enough attention to him when he’s hanging out in your room, he decides he has to become the most insufferable person on earth.
katsuki pokes and pulls at your cheeks, bites you randomly and when you don’t cave he rolls on top of you with his full weight despite your groans and whines of protest and he doesn’t budge no matter how hard you shove at him cus he has those stupidly big muscles and hes so stupidly strong. he pulls your shirt up slightly above your belly button and blows wet raspberries all over your stomach. you’re squirming around and desperately pushing at his head to push him away and catch your breath but he doesn’t move an inch and you can feel him smirk against your skin, the asshole.
when he finally, finally stops and you can finally breathe he grips your waist with all his strength and squeezes hard and chuckles when you glare at him cus he thinks he’s so funny.
he pokes at your stomach and the absolute bastard straight up laughs in your face when you pout at him, shit eating grin on his face as he weakly defends himself “that wasn’t even bad, quit being a baby.” you huff, crossing your arms “you jerk, what was that even for?” you ask. he smirks.
you’re pouting and glaring at him but fuck do you look cute, and more importantly you’re looking at him and to katsuki, that’s mission accomplished. he grabs both your arms and brings one of your hands to his lips, his other hand intertwining with yours. he bites at your hand and chuckles some more when you glare at him but you don’t pull away and he feels your hand squeeze his.
“jus’ felt like it.”
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winepresswrath · 3 months
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sudden yearning for time travelling teen jiang fengmian lands at lotus pier fic that winds up being about a perfectly nice kid having a varying series of "oh no. i don't like that. that's a lot" reactions.
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drawnfamiliarfaces · 2 months
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i... wrote a smol fic (っ´▽`*)っ
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also!!!!! If you haven't seen it - shoutout to first ever published fic in Ninja Showdown/My Immortal Soul tags - Lustrous Red by @missadmyre !!!
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lovehours · 7 months
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i don’t even fucking care
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bruciemilf · 2 months
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Alfred: Lieutenant Gordon turned on the Batsignal exactly 20 minutes and 30 seconds ago. Just thought you’d like to know
Bruce who’s been redoing his eyeliner all day, about to have a breakdown cause he can’t find his eyeshadow: 19 minutes.
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radiocrypt-id · 3 months
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I got- I can't!
Imagine being 15, you've grown up your whole life with this one belief in this one God and you were told you were Chosen by Him, for Him. And you're 15. You believe so fully in the spirit of your religion, not necessarily the word, that you want to go to a non-religious school to try and help other kids maybe find your God because you genuinely believe that could be helpful to some of them, because it's all you know, and it's helped other strangers (human trafficking victims she helped in the black pit before) so why not other kids her age? You're 15 and all you can think about is helping others. And you start thinking about your religion, and reading books, and asking questions and you come to the conclusion that maybe your God and His Father aren't actually all that great. Maybe the church you're in has done some really bad things that you can't possibly make up for. Maybe that church is still doing bad things. And then you find out your family is actually in a cult for that God, not just part of the normal church, and you suddenly have to undo all the cult shit in your brain you were raised with, while that cult stuff you know about is actually useful to your friends, like having that knowledge is helpful for them! You're 15 and you stop going home. You have no real adult supervision or carer, just your other 15 year old friends.
Imagine you're 16, you're gay and figuring that out on top of navigating your first full romantic relationship and being the sole creator and cleric to a new God that you honestly find to be very two dimensional and empty. You're on a quest to find an evil being and stop them. You nearly die. Your friends nearly die. You're 16. You're 16 and feel something calling out to you, you know it's divine because you've felt that sort of pull before, but you've never felt one like this. You find memories and hints and pieces and you figure out that the evil being you have to stop, isn't evil, she's just hurting. She's hurt and She's a God. She's your God, and she's so happy to see you, and she has so many ideas, and so many hopes.
You're 17. You've spent your rest time (summer vacation) tearing across the world chasing down and defeating another evil thing that you and your friends accidentally released in the first place. Your God is with you, you have no time for Her. No time for anything but trying to survive and stay sane. You know She's disappointed in you, but you're one person -ONE PERSON- and you're 17. You missed your birthday. again. You've saved the world; again. You're so fucking tired -like always. You're Chosen, and alone, and have no idea what to do with your life, let alone your God. You aren't very good at school, but you go to every class. You're drowning as you try to rewrite your understanding of the world from what you grew up with, having no idea how to do anything without a book and godly hand to guide you. You only ever followed before, your new God is demanding you Lead. You don't know how. You're only 17. You see your horrible, abusive parents spitting abuse and racist rhetoric at your baby brother, who you haven't seen in two years, on the front steps to your school and for the first time ever you are filled with righteous fury. Your God answers your call, not knowing what you need but so eager to help, eager for your attention, she starts talking to you but you're busy -why can't she understand that you're fucking busy? trying to not die, trying to be safe, trying to keep your friends alive, trying to navigate a world that hates you, you're 17 and you're busy goddammit just wait!- and she snaps back at you and flees. The next time you see Her, maybe an hour later, She's got a creature with Her that nearly destroyed you and your friends last year sitting in her lap, so smug to see you again.
You're 17- no, 16- no, 15 years old and you're expected to build and carry the world on your shoulders, Chosen from birth, raised a lamb to follow a Shepard, not to be followed behind. You have no one and nothing and everyone expects everything and you can't back up, you can't pause because if you do someone dies and doesn't come back. You have to be a hero, a chosen, a saint. The steps behind you crumble to dust with each step you take forward and the new one is already cracking under your weight. There are only wrong choices. There's no hand reaching for you. God, you were taught, will save and guide you. God knows best. Why is your God looking to you, a mortal human, to be saved, raised and guided? You're a child.
You're just a child.
You just want to go home, wherever that is. You thought it was your God, but She's not exactly helping you out either, is She? She's just disappointed. Like everyone else. Like you.
You're 17. You think it would have been better to never do any of this. It would have been easier to stay, blind and naive. Sometimes you think you should have stayed in heaven. Sometimes you think about the God you killed by not being good enough for it. Sometimes you lay on the floor and stare at the ceiling and pretend you don't exist for awhile. Sometimes you work your body so hard you forget it's there and your mind shuts up and you exist without being you. Sometimes you wish you never asked any questions or read any books. You're 17, but sometimes you wish you were 15, with no idea yet.
You're 17. You wish you were good enough.
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zaacoy · 10 months
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Also!! I think I just? Forgot?? To post these here?? So here's two old sketch pages from like 2 months ago that I gave to twt but never here- was messing around with drawing big pigsy!! Very floofy heeheehoo
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milimeters-morales · 9 months
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top ten reasons to live: this !!!!!
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