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crybaby-bkg · 4 months
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you know what’s absolutely terrifying???? having to cut a baby’s nails………
Katsuki has to cut your baby’s fingernails when he discovers a tiny little scratch by her eye one morning. it’s barely there, a small thing, but it’s there, marring her little face nonetheless. he frowns at her when he holds her the next morning, her dreamy eyes alert and blinking up at him, she smiles.
“Now I gotta cut yer claws down,” he mutters to her, voice quiet as to not wake your sleeping form in the bedroom. he pads throughout the house with her chubby face resting on his shoulder, her gums gnawing at his bare skin, but he doesn’t seem to mind it.
he finds himself in a conundrum though, once he realizes just how fucking—how sharp the damn clippers are. they’re tiny, lavender in color, but they’re meant to cut though the nail with such precision. and yes, he’s a pro hero, has had to adopt the title of EMT, firefighter, emergency surgeon a few times in his life when need be.
but…those people weren’t his baby girl. they weren’t this tiny and precious, and they never looked up at him with a face so similar to his, it makes his heart squeeze tight in his chest. he frowns at her again, even deeper, and this makes her hiccup a little giggle, gummy smile spreading wide.
“You’re only gonna wear mittens from here on out,” he grumbles after a while, finally daring to pick up a tiny hand that she instantly curls around his thick finger. it’s the cutest image, he thinks to himself, but he catches sight of the jagged nail, the culprit. his heart squeezes even tighter though, when he realizes that he can’t protect her from every hurt in the world, even if the hurt comes from her own hands. and the realization is an aching one, but he tells himself that he, at least, can patch her up.
you walk in minutes later, find Bakugou curled over your daughter in the rocking chair he built for her room. his tongue pokes from the corner of his mouth in concentration, his eyebrows furrowed. your daughter babbles to him the whole time, her sweet voice cooing the softest little noises that he responds back to.
“I know, I know,” he mumbles to her. “Ya don’t like baths, and don’t like your nails cut, either. What other shit do you hate, huh?” he asks, and she seemingly responds with a long, sighed out coo. it makes him smile, despite the way his hands slightly shake when he cuts the next nail. he’s terrified, of somehow hurting her even more, of cutting too close, of scratching her. but he treks on, and kisses her fat little fingers every time he clips another nail.
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oh today was a TREAT! makeship drop + howdy ad, no work tomorrow, got free cake, new 911 season.. Yeehaw...
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Some friends and I have been nostalgic over Ninjago again so I had to draw my favorite robo girl 💖
Insane how many years it's been, both since the show came out and since I last drew her!
Edit: I'm turning off reblogs because of Tumblrs new AI partnership.
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bruhstation · 1 year
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now’s your chance to become a hero, miss nassif.
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brainrot on both childes...
oUGH I SAW YOUR BLOG BECAUSE OF A LIL DOODLE A PERSON SENT IN AN ASK SO NOW YOUR GONNA LISTEN TO MY BRAINROT.
imagine. imagine mothman who accidentally drank something to make him a lil chiibi, hes like a lil kippy, when ur hand approaches? a lil nibble and a bonk/aff.
dont be shy! he doesnt bite!! (he does)
Just give him ur finger and he'll try to drag you with his lil chompers to where his bed is and tries to snuggle your hand like hes cuddling you while being normal sized (gigantic, possibly)
anyways
-mr goober lyn w a brainrot, pt.1
wait this is so cute i love cat-sized moth
Foul Legacy is not used to being small, not at ALL- but honestly, once he gets over the initial shock he really doesn't mind. you can hold him in your arms now!! the first thing he does is hop onto your lap and bump his head against your hand, cheeping and asking for scritches as he kneads your legs with his claws- it does hurt a little, but you're too busy cooing over how adorable he is. Legacy chirps a couple times, hopping off and gently biting your hand, giving it a few tugs to lead you to his blanket nest. you sit and he promptly snuggles up against your side, curling up like a cat with a happy purr. the rumbles only grow louder when you begin to pet his head, your hand now slotting perfectly in between his two horns
you can also take him outside more in this smaller form!! he can easily fit in your bag, poking his head out every now and then with a peep. when you're with other people he keeps himself hidden, gently nibbling your fingers when you stick your hand in to get something, but when you're alone he leaps out and climbs onto your shoulders, nuzzling his forehead against your cheek. because he's so small now he can't keep up with your normal pace, so he either stays on your shoulders or clambers into your arms, his little talons clinging to your shirt. scratch under his chin, he loves that no matter what size he is!
Legacy's a little disappointed when he returns to his normal size- he absolutely adored being held by you- but you helpfully remind him that he can hold YOU now and he quickly perks up, tugging you forward to give you an all-encapsulating hug, crooning with delight <33
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rozecrest · 1 year
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“burn bright: a spark in your core has awakened magic within your frame giving you the volition to see the world beyond the purpose you were built for— a thing that i think thisbe is actually kind of struggling with.” THISBE COMING TO TERMS WITH HER PERSONHOOD AND AUTONOMY ENJOYERS ABOUT TO FEAST!
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cybersteal · 3 months
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josephslittledeputy · 3 months
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WIP... Oh shit, its actually Wednesday??
Tagged by @wrathfulrook @clicheantagonist @marivenah @cassietrn @the-silver-chronicles @socially-awkward-skeleton @direwombat and I thiiiiink that's it... sorry if you've tagged me & you're not on here, its been a hot minute since I've posted a wip wednesday & my memory is basically Swiss cheese
Tagging anyone who wants to self indulgently share a WIP! Feel free to tag me, I love to read new stuff :)
**Also terribly sorry in advance cause this turned out to be a bit longer than I thought it would be**
WIP 1: OG Verse - fun times with Celeste & Gabriel
He has to resist the urge to throttle her, lest he ruin the inside of his house filled with years of carefully handpicked items, ones he held a certain fondness for. "You ruined my life, Celeste. Or do you not recall?” "Your life?" She tilts her head in mock curiosity. "What life? The one where you were sent anywhere they told you to go, like some mongrel with a barely slackened leash?" “Excuse me?" “We can pretend otherwise. Keep up the illusion that your life was marvelous, picture perfect even. But we both know the truth, don't we?" She takes a step closer. “You were nothing but the High Council’s defanged pup. Cluelessly doing their bidding before I freed you. If anything, you should be thanking me." "Thanking you?" He clenches and unclenches his fist in an attempt to suppress his anger. "Hate me if you must, fight me even, but do it later. Right now we must get out of here. If they do not know where I am yet, they soon will. What do you think will happen once they realize one of their precious dhamphirs has been under their nose this whole time?"
Celeste truly is the nicest individual you'll ever meet :))
Including this little snippet from Gabriel's pov as well cause idk, I just really like it
Unbidden worry strikes him. He listens, waits, and when his ears pick up the sound of soft, even breathing he lets out a breath of his own. Celeste and the baby were still there, unharmed, perhaps even sleeping. It brings an odd sense of comfort, reminiscent of times long forgotten, times he didn’t want to remember. If he did, he’d have to remember what brought them to a halt in the first place and he had a job to do. Grief and old wounds had no place here, at least not at the moment. Kicking his boots off, he treks into the bathroom and gently closes the door behind him. It’s a simple design: Shower to his left, toilet to his right, and a sink with a mirror above it directly across from the door. Leaning against the sink, he ruffles his short, black hair that's shaved on the sides and traces his fingers over an old, faded scar. It runs down almost the whole length of his face, going over his left eye and stopping just shy of the corner of his mouth. Overlapping it is another, only this one goes across his face horizontally, over the bridge of his nose and from cheek to cheek. The only thing that remains of the old Gabriel are his blue eyes, once full of life and mischief, now faded and dull. Turning away from his visage, he heads toward the shower and turns it on, stripping down while he waits for the water to heat up. He doesn’t need a mirror to see the multitude of scars and tattoos that adorn his body. Aching for another drink—if only to dull his senses and lingering memories once more—he curbs the yearning and steps beneath the water.
WIP 2: They Watch From The Pews
Willa squirms, trying to dodge cold fingers that reach out to trace over the letters, caressing them with a sadistic fascination that makes her stomach curdle in disgust. Disgust quickly transforms into a desperation to get away once he finally reveals the knife kept hidden behind his back. “Usually I’d peel the sin off but… I think this will suit you much better, don't you?" Pressing the tip of his blade into her skin, he teasingly drags it across her skin. "Tell me, Deputy, how did you feel when you got the news of Samuel's death?" "Chipper." She spitefully answers with a sneer. John heaves a dramatic sigh and presses the blade down harder, prompting tiny beads of blood to bubble up as he traces over the letters of her tattoo. "You can make this easier for yourself, you know." "I've heard that before. Got me a bullet to the leg." "Because you ran. My men only acted accordingly." "Fuck you and your men, pussy." "My, what a mouth on you." He tuts and makes a deeper cut. Her teeth sink into the leather in her mouth, denying him the satisfaction of hearing her make a noise. Without pause, he moves onto the second letter, brows scrunched up in concentration as he goes over the lines again and again. It isn’t until he’s on the last letter that she finally breaks with a muffled groan. He stops, lifting his eyes from his work. “Comfortable?”
John & Willa are bonding so well. Truly, I think they're starting to get along!
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desperatehoney · 4 months
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Ohhhhh to have a man tower over me while I look up at him with sweet puppy dog eyes
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fumbles-mcstupid · 14 days
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Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Fandom: Jurassic Park III
Relationship: Billy Brennan/Alan Grant
Alan had heard him play, but not like this, where they were the only two there, up close to each other, one waiting to take action and one waiting to listen.
Billy plays guitar for Alan <3
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syrupyyyart · 7 months
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My hyperfixation on Motley knows no bounds. Nothing else on the planet could motivate me to write a whole 11 page screenplay in like two days
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shit... now that i wear earrings im gonna have to whip up an earring rack to hang them all in plain sight, lest i forget they exist...
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aziraphalalala · 8 months
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Tired: liked
Wired: reblogged
Inspired: reblogged with meandering, hyperbolic, slightly unhinged tags
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gigginox · 1 month
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the lady
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cinamun · 10 months
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Literally the same energy!
Jay's face is sending meeeeeee!  😂😂😭
LMFAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO the EXACT same lol
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scatterpatter · 4 months
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When your "scary" headmate has their first positive front trigger
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