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mellybabbles · 15 days
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Spiraling.
Y'all this took me fuckin ages Anyways, headcanon that Killer summons then snaps bones when his violent urges get too much, so he uses that as an outlet Have some Killer
Killer by Rahafwabas shoutout to @swiftmitsu for keeping me motivated
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mousetrappart · 5 months
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Slowly getting back into doing art again. Take these two.
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blaiddraws · 1 year
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in which things are... confusing
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melis-writes · 7 months
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Thought I’d share my current, updates Godfather collection so far! 🥲❤️ I’m so proud of this collection lmao. 🥹 I know there’s a random kitty plush, Tony Montana Funko, a sword from The Witcher and Misa Amane from Death Note chilling on top but ignore those lmao, that’s for when I can finally put together my video game/anime shelf section. 🫡
This takes up a glorious full two shelves. 😅 I’m planning on adding possibly 2-3 more Godfather related books. 👀 Not surprisingly, my Michael figurine cost the most out of everything here and he was my final addition thus far! ❤️
I started my collection probably in November of 2021 and have been slowly piecing it together since! Some of the books were really rare and hard to find and I also had to do some overseas shopping and travelling to get more pieces but it was and always will be soooo worth it! 😭❤️ I love how it looks, honestly!
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scuddle-bubble101 · 2 months
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PUD ATTACK YOUUUUU WITH LOVE AND VALIDATION MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAH~
@mellybabbles
Enjoy some gifts bean<333
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corethetrueidiot · 8 months
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There will always be a reminder.
(IM FUCKING DEVASTATED.PLEASE IM FUCKING CRYING. YOU CANT JUST SEPERATE THEM LIKE THAT IM GOINGTO THRROW HANDS?? GHDHDHHFHFHHF)
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quoththeowl31 · 7 days
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Johnny: Papa, Mr Inference got drugged by the Benefactor. Just like how you and Mama met. I wonder if they'll get married.
Norton: *spits coffee* who told you that part?
Melly: *Sinking in her seat*
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ciphersonlywife · 1 year
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Fitzgerald Grant go fuck yourself
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chemzee · 10 months
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Melissa "Melly" Anscombe
aka the HPMA oc girlie
After a sudden accident, once a very snarky and distant Slytherin student returned to school as a completely diferent person. Claiming a terrible tragedy that occured in a middle of London made her lose some of her memories, Melly suddenly became a "suspiciously kind and empathetic" peacemaker, who in spite of her still introverted nature seems a lot more sociable and extremely loyal, especially with those she considers her friends (all of which are new).
Melly always tries her best to avoid any type of conflict, especially if it requires dueling, as she believes fighting lead to nothing and the strongest people are those who know how to handle everything with patience and diplomacy. But don´t let that seemingly cowardly behavior fool you, as Melly seems to be a lot more powerful than she actually lets on. After all, the nicer you seem,the more people underestimate the power you may hold.
Some people (//cough/ some of the main gang //cough/) find her "personality change" extremely suspicious, claiming she´s "fake" and she isn´t who she apprears to be. Truth be told, it is parcially the case. While she´s actually being genuine most of the time, it appears she holds a terrible secret, which she does everything in her power to keep from being discovered. And perhaps she´s willing to do radical and terrible things to keep it that way.
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saphirune · 1 year
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i dont remember posting this but compilation of my fave faces from both of them
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aokuyu · 6 days
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tch.. i Guess i can... 🙄 hope its ok that i doused your post btw
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tagging.. nobody! but feel free to do it if you wanna. putting the link in the replies
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mellybabbles · 18 days
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boing
y'all a part of me died making this, if this flops I'm gonna eat a carpet /silly
Killer belongs to rahafwabas
(If you want to use this for a sticker/emoji, please dm me first.)
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greentrickster · 11 months
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Gonna be honest... my favorite tag I have on Saturation is my “hey what if I made you care about Larry” tag.
Because I assume most people who notice it look it over, give a ‘yeah, that’s not gonna happen’ response, and start reading.
And then I get a positive but confused/surprised comment to the tune of “You made me care about Larry.”
And I get to go “Yeah, I know, that’s why the tag!″
As patient zero in this madness, it’s nice to see my feels spreading. 83
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katlanacross · 1 year
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some times a wife is a tiny little metal guitarist who makes chaotic little youtube videos
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melis-writes · 2 months
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Almost complete, just waiting for Fredo’s Funko to come in!! 🥹🥹🙌🏻✨
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randomwriteronline · 1 year
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"Still snowing?"
"Still snowing."
"Hm."
Ingo watched from where he laid on the floor, cheeks warm from a glass of liquor, as Melli stoked the fire a bit more.
"You know," he said suddenly, "On evenings like this Gaeric goes out and grabs a handful of snow, and puts it in the water."
"Well, I'm not Gaeric." Melli replied bitterly.
"Neither am I," Ingo just responded, missing the animosity completely in his tipsy state: "I haven't got the faintest idea as to why he would do such a thing. Making the water cold when it's already cold outside. I should ask him, but it keeps evading my mind."
"You should go to sleep."
"I'd like to talk to you, though."
"About what?"
"In general. I like talking. I like talking to you. We can talk about Gliscors if you want. I know you think they're nice. Did you know that they rip the fur off of where they're biting with their tongue and spit it out so it doesn't get in their mouth? I saw it on a Swinub. It was a lot of fur."
A hum that was more like a grunt came to his ear.
The younger warden tapped his foot impatiently while looking into the flames. He stood, walking barefoot up to his lover, and laid face down next to him with his mouth buried between his arms.
Ah, the foreigner thought lazily.
He's angry.
He waited in silence, without complaining, because the hut was warm and his mind pleasantly fuzzy, and he could smell the faintest flowery scent come from his beloved's tangled hair. Oh, he must have been seriously angry, if he wasn't even quietly asking to be preened.
Lilac blue eyes refused to meet his gaze and pointedly stared right ahead. Then he huffed, hid his face completely, pulled it back out in the open.
"I don't like this."
"This being?"
"This. You and me and him."
"Ah. The... Arrangement, that we have?"
He nodded.
With a whine, he shoved his eyes back down against his arms: "I can't stand hearing about him," he whimpered. "Even when it's only you and me and he's miles away he still manages to snivel into any conversation we have like a damn Ghastly slipping through the cracks of a wall. It makes me want to scream. I detest him. It feels like even when it's my turn I'm just the lamer option. Second best as usual. I can't get a damn victory for myself even when my opponent agreed on a tie by proxy."
A stout white arm reached beneath his stomach and pulled him as if to invite him a little closer. He didn't resist it, down in the dumps and filled with an uneasy anger as he was feeling; he allowed himself to be pulled onto Ingo's chest and rested his head between his lover's clavicles. Somewhat humid lips pressed gently kiss after kiss on his head, accompanied by a slow hand carefully smoothing the long hair falling all over his back, and allowed a sniffle to escape him.
"I like talking about you two, you know," Ingo murmured. "You're great and I adore you. I have to share that with someone. But the only people I can talk about you two with... It's always just you two again. And it seems like... It's really that neither of you enjoy that."
"So he told you first?"
"Hm, no, no. He's an open book, but he doesn't say those things plainly..."
He combed through a lilac blue knot and felt his darling curl up a little more on him, wrapping slender arms around his shoulders.
"You should meet up more often."
"I'd rather die," Melli immediately hissed.
"That might be a bit drastic."
"I don't want anything to do with him."
A scarred finger curled one of his locks around itself and gently pulled until it all fell off once more: "You're both lovely men," the older warden argued softly, "Lovely men to be around, lovely to get to know. You would see that, if you met more often. You wouldn't even have to talk if you don't want to."
"And what do you think we should do, then? Just stand around each other like laundry poles?"
"Yes!"
"You're drunk."
"Not at all. It's called... I don't know how it's called. Socializing, I think. It's when you - hold on, it's when you take... Two, uh... Hm..."
"Take your time."
"Yes, with time -"
"No, I meant you take your time."
"Ah! No, no, I've got it. It's... Not a Glameow, but close."
"Purugly."
"Not a Purugly either."
"Stunky."
"No, not - Umbreon? I think it might be Umbreons. Are Umbreons canine or feline? Anyways. Socializing. It's when you get, you get two Umbreons, and you teach them to get along. And you put them somewhere together and don't do anything."
"And how would that help?"
"Because they get used to each other. If they try to attack each other you stop them of course, but the trick is to leave them be, so they each go around minding their business around the house, or around wherever it is you put them to be, and that's how they get used to each other and learn to get along."
Melli huffed, thoroughly unconvinced: "He'd start growling at me after five minutes. No way a guy like him could get socialized."
"Yes, I figure you'd know. Your clan didn't do that well with you either."
Ingo allowed himself a couple somewhat raucous laughs when a slender hand hit his cheeks with little force and his darling shoved his angry face deeper into his sternum, obviously wanting to sulk alone in a corner all piqued as he was, yet at the same time unwilling to leave the comfortable warm human mattress in favor of sitting on the cold pavement all by himself.
He interrupted his chuckling to sink his nose into the smooth silky hair, giving a gentle sigh. His arms tightened a little more around the lean body in his hold as he hummed, his tone a mixture of feelings being stirred slowly in a pan.
"I love you so very terribly," he murmured.
"Well, I don't see that," the younger man replied maybe a tad too harsh.
His annoyance melted when a hand cupped his nape with all the fondness in the world, and he regretted lashing out.
The foreigner leaned his jaw against the other's head: "I love you so, so much and I don't want you to be miserable because of me," he continued ever so softly: "You've already done so much - both of you, you've done so much to adapt for me and it still feels bad and it breaks my heart. I was so happy when you said you'd- when you told me you talked and figured it out. It surprised me a lot. I was really, really happy. It means a lot that you did, it really does. But if you aren't happy with this, I can't be happy if you two aren't, I can't... I don't want you to be miserable because of - because I can't choose."
Him not managing to choose was the only reason Melli even got the chance to be like this, warmed up on a cold night held by and holding the man he had fallen for despite his stupid superiority charade, or at least that was how he saw it; so he tightened his embrace a little and thought twice before complaining about that.
For a short while the hut was only filled by the soft crackling of fire and silent kisses on lilac hair.
"I can stop talking about him if you want me to," Ingo spoke up again very softly. "I can catch myself doing that and stop it."
"... You'd do that?"
Maybe it wasn't the right thing to say in such a hopeful tone at that moment.
"Sure," the other still replied earnestly.
Melli deflated with a sigh: "Thank you."
The chest he was laying on reverberated with a low sleepy hum, buzzing against his cheek without a real melody but soothing him all the same.
With his eyes closed he felt his beloved first gently tug at his long locks as he wrapped tham around his fingers, then play the back of his ribs like a drum with gentle pats, evidently unable to keep his hands idle now that conversation topics were languishing.
The younger warden's mind wandered for a short while instead; it rotated the words within his skull with a mixture of guilt and some kind of pouting emotion he didn't manage to put a name to it, something that whined and lamented a lot on several things like a spoiled Eevee. He shoved it away with his foot half-heartedly, only for it to start whimpering louder into his ear and stomping its paws on his face with an insistence that grated his nerves into fine dust in no time at all.
Sinnoh bless him! Was this how it felt to be nagged so much by something so bothersome? It almost convinced him to give up on his haughty mask out of pity for humanity as a whole.
It shrieked and threw another tantrum, and he swatted at it so angrily that it was launched right out the window.
"The other side of the mountain would be closer to him," he finally settled on mumbling, still half hoping he wouldn't be heard out of scornful pride.
"Him who?"
"Him. For meeting."
His human mattress had a jolt, white eyes opening wide in a flash to look at him in utter surprise: "You'd do that?" he asked with a voice that despite the alcohol's dizziness was terribly excited.
"Only to try," Melli replied as fast as he could. "And if nothing changes after three times I'll give up on it completely."
Fine by Ingo, if the way his frowning face lit up was any indication.
His darling managed to reply to his brilliant gaze for a handful of quiet minutes; then, overwhelmed by the blinding enthusiastic joy it was emitting, he pushed slender pale hands over the cheeks and eyes and nose and lips to cover up the entirety of that so loved visage, complaining with a groaning hiss of it being 'too bright!'.
He was squeezed just tightly enough in stouter arms with a guttural, overjoyed laugh.
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