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joyfuladorable · 4 months

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Second Batch of Mikey twt doodle requests! Plus a bunch of Mikeys who didn't get requested just for funsies ^w^

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acmeoop · 10 months

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Pie Eyed “Bravo Dooby-Doo” (1997)

#90s #cartoon network #hanna barbera #crossover #johnny bravo #scooby doo #mystery inc #shaggy rogers #drag #pie #ghost #gardener #gif #splat #zip out

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jheymeloetta-commsopen · 25 days

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MANE 6 SPLAT ICONS!

#my little pony #mlp #mlp art #splat icons #mlp fim #twilight sparkle #rarity #rainbow dash #fluttershy #applejack #pinkie pie

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g0nta-g0kuhara · 11 months

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ignore the cartoon PNGs of pie splats I put over everything irrelevant. Gokumota true

ITS REAL ITS SO REAL KAITO LOVES GONTA ITS CANON!!

#WHY DID YOU BLOCK OUT THE OTHER TEXT WITH PIE SPLAT PNGS?????#I saw this this morning and it made my cry laugh #thank you for sending me insane gokumota asks they make my day #pluto answers

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worstsequence · 1 year

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you dont know him well enough. youre not qualified. let us handle it. as we have been.

#giant wet pie splat sound #🕷.archive #sending psychic signals to caitlin to not fuck this up for us #sorry for being twittercore posting on tumblrpilled #FLOP of ICKcarus #eddie

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kindagirl · 6 months

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the last time there was a manberg among us lobby jack kept killing me and then blaming me for my own death and going ‘zis poor little german girl is dead’ because he hates women :(

#what baking can do!#pie splat!

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mymarifae · 2 years

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i hate cookie run but the healing nature of mintcocoa

#GOD. FUCK. I LOVE BLACK PEOPLE IN LOVE💖#i was mostly trying to pie splat milk because i don't want to see his idiot face. yam is just caught in the crossfire #mint's face as he looks at how happy and excited cocoa is. ooouuhh

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digitsofpie · 2 years

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Pleeeeaaase nintendo devs please give the new flingza kit suction bomb and triple inkstrike please i would literally be unstoppable

#listen splat 3 vanilla flingza babe ily it's just #i think weve gone a but too far with missiles on TWO kits #at LEAST gimme one of the new specials im BEGGING you #suction bomb was NOT the problem #splatoon 3 #flingza roller #you heard it from pie

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jaquandor · 1 year

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I put this together as a "If this is my last tweet, I'm going out on MY terms!" kind of thing. Which means...pies in my face, because MY TERMS are kinda weird, y'all.

#overalls #bib overalls #dungarees #pie in the face #hit in the face with a pie #splat

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mamawasatesttube · 2 years

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i firmly believe that kon takes ma kent's teachings to heart. food is a love language. this means he makes actual breakfasts for tim once tim makes the mistake of mentioning that he usually just grabs a protein bar on his way out the door in the mornings. this also means that he and bart are a great combination because kon loves to cook for people and by god does bart love to eat!

#i just have the mental image of bart sitting on the kitchen counter swinging his legs and talking a mile a minute #while kon carefully finishes sculpting the lattice for an apple pie to do ma proud #he bought way too many apples so he could feed bart some (read: dip slices in caramel and throw them directly at bart's face) during prep #(tim walks in midway thru and kon goes THINK FAST and throws one at him)#(he ducks on instinct and it just does a sad little splat on the floor. all three of them stare at it for a second)#(then bart is like well are you gonna eat that bc if not...)#kon #tim #bart #rimi talks

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woesunf · 4 months

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The other day I saw a video that was like “what people think Victorian is” and ALL of it was Lolita fashion…

Literal Ciel Phantomhive’s dress was in the slideshow.

Like yeah girl, that’s def NOT Victorian, but it IS Lolita fashion which is INSPIRED by Victorian fashion 😭😭😭

#I need to make a text post tag #vampiesplat #there it is #I just though pie and splat like throwing a pie idk

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squeakyhammer · 7 months

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💥💣🍎🌈 tag dump! 🌈🍎💣💥

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sunuism · 1 year

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hear me out

#im seeing the vision #and the pie splat is what happens to you when youre a violent misogynist #watching bp

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swxxtsxcchxrine · 10 months

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Hi idk if you're taking asks but if you are can you please write Miguel with a pregnant wife?

Thank you in advance!!

i'm so sorry i'm replying to your asks so late, ive been soooo busy bro like im so fucked cuz i might be in legal trouble but like life happens innit.

anywaysssss, this ask is soooo cute omdss

after the birth of your daughter, Miguel has been obsessed with the idea of you being pregnant. him finding out that you were pregnant with another child had him jumping for joy. the man wouldn't let you lift a finger even if it was to change the TV channel. "princesa, make sure you take care of mommy for me, ok?" he says, giving his daughter a fat kiss across the cheek. your due date was soon approaching and the house was bare of groceries. "daddy, where do babies come from?" the 5 year old ask curiously. "ok, that's enough, daddy needs to go shopping," you said, picking up your child and telling Miguel to pick his jaw up off the floor. "come on bubba, lets go bake an apple pie," you waddled to the kitchen.

2 hours of chasing your daughter around with flour flew by, and before you knew it, your husband was home with several bags full of shopping. hearing the persistent screams of terror and her squeals of joy had Miguel standing on edge. he opened the door to the kitchen to find a horror scene. flour, milk eggs and butter was splayed all across the kitchen. the pie dough had just been made and was sitting haphazardly in the pie pot in the middle of the island. both you and your daughter froze, both exchanging looks of concern.

"i left you too alone, for 2 hours. and i come home to this mess you created. how could you do this to me. how could you have this much fun without me?" Miguel feigned hurt. "i can't believe-" he was cut off by a big fat splat on his face and the tale tell sounds of a high pitched giggle. a mixture of eggs and flour was dripping down his stern face. "oh, you are so getting it now," he sneers as his daughter squeals and runs around the kitchen. the sounds of her small feet slapping against the tiled floors.

his daughter cowed against a wall. realising she had nowhere so go, her shrieks increased in pitch. "now i've got you were i want," Miguel chuckles lowly. "now i've got you where i want," you exclaim raising your hands to dump half a bag of flour on his big head. you can't help it as you let out a loud laugh. Miguel sighed in defeat, smiling as he watched his two girls in pure joy. your bulbous belly had you waddling up the stairs with your daughter to go and wash her up before bed as it was getting late and there were eggs in her hair. Miguel had agreed to clean the kitchen and after some argument - since you were the one to mess it up - Miguel briefly shut you up and told you wash up and get ready for bed because tomorrow you guys had to go shopping for the baby and see if Miles was available to babysit your daughter when you went in labour.

your daughter was sound asleep and you'd just finish your skincare routine by the time Miguel came out of the shower. his towel hung low, just below his v-line. his abs glistening in your low bedroom light. his hair dripped down his neck. "you ready for bed, baby?" he asked, coming up behind you to put your butt-length braids into your bright pink bonnet matching with your pjs. he walked over to your shared bed, as you followed soon after. "she most definitely takes after you," you chuckle, facing your husband. "don't even. you and i know damn well she takes after you," he snaps. "well either way, she's honestly the best thing to have happened to us. and now we have another thing coming," you sigh rubbing your belly. "i wonder who he'll take over," Miguel says.

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heartfullofleeches · 3 months

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[tw: death/ threats of suidice, Silas being Silas]

I'm thinking of a fic where he does this trick to a timid darling for the first time because the angst potential is yummy, but Silas [Immortal Yan] definitely threatens to harm/end his own life whenever he doesn't get his way- It probably has a lesser effect on a darling who knows this sleazeball can't die, but it's still an inconvenience when he gets his blood and organs all over their furniture

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Silas: Sweetie-pie! Wanna hang out together over the weekend?

Reader: I already promised to hang out with a friend.

Silas: ....oh. hahaha, okay! [Pulls a gun out of his hoodie pocket] Ahhhhh!

Reader: I just had the carpet steam cleaned - fuck it, I'll stay home.

Silas: Whoo-hoo! [Kisses their cheek] Wuv you!

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Silas: IF YOU INVITE YOUR FRIENDS INTO THIS HOUSE I'LL DO A CARTWHEEL OFF THE GOD DAMN ROOF!

Reader: Bet

[Later - Reader welcomes their friend into their home- screams followed by a loud splat sounding beyond the front door as they shut it.]

Friend: what-

Reader: Don't ask.

#Silas my oc #yandere oc #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere x you #yandere scenarios #yandere insert #yandere blurb #male yandere #yandere #tw: suidice

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theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction · 3 months

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Imagine arguing with Sanji in the kitchen and holding up service…

The kitchen at Baratie was heating up and it wasn’t from the flaming stovetops or pre-heated ovens.

There was a wicked, hot tension between yourself and Sanji and it was making the rest of the kitchen staff sweat. No one knew what had caused the new dynamic but they quickly learnt to stay a safe distance from the pair after Patty accidentally fanned the flame. Now they only interacted with the duo when required.

Sanji was chopping vegetables for his soup that was almost ready to simmer while you silently iced some cakes on the station beside him. Both regretting the request to cook next to one another.

The blonde-haired chef finished dicing the last of the carrots and picked up the board to hold over the pot. He gently swept the vegetables into the broth with the knife. Setting the utensils back down, Sanji inhaled the beautiful aroma that was starting to perfume the air. His hand reached out for his spoon but his fingers met empty air.

He sighed and closed his eyes. “I’d like my spoon back.”

Your eyes were fixed on the patterns being made on the soft pieces of sponge but your ears picked up that his tone was directed toward you.

“I don’t have it.” You offered simply without breaking focus.

Sanji turned to you, eyes squinting. “Really? Because I recall that you used it last to mix the cake batter.”

It was your turn to exhale. “I did and I washed it thoroughly before setting it back on the table.”

“Well, it’s not here.”

“Then pull out another one.” You snapped.

Sanji lowered the heat of his soup so it wouldn’t burn before returning to glare at you. “Why should I have to when you’re the one who-”

Splat! The cook’s eyes went wide as the cold vanilla cream dripped from his chin, lips tasting its sweetness.

You now stood upright holding the bag of frosting, brows knitted to match the frown on your face.

“I didn’t take your damn spoon.”

The doors to the kitchen opened with their familiar heaviness and a wooden footstep hit the tiles.

“Why is there no soup or cakes out on the floor?” Zeff asked as he entered.

The kitchen that had gone quiet during the public argument suddenly sprang to life and scrambled to resume duties. Zeff’s eyes floated to the two in charge of the slowed menu line and his eyes narrowed.

“Why on earth are you tasting the desserts, Little Eggplant?” He inquired, approaching the bench.

Sanji’s hands flew to gesture your entire being. “Y/n is literally holding the bag. I’m a victim here!”

Zeff held a hand up to silence the boy and set his gaze on you. “You know that we don’t waste food here. Explain yourself.”

You shrugged. “He accused me of losing his spoon so I did what had to be done. I’m not apologising.”

Zeff blinked, jaw dropping slightly.

“A spoon.” He repeated slowly before his voice, and temper, was unleashed. “You two held up service because of a damn spoon!”

You held up your hands in defence. “I told him to just use another one but he was stubborn about it.”

Sanji didn’t take kindly to being thrown under the bus, rounding on you while completely ignoring the steam blowing out of Zeff’s ears.

“Excuse me but that is my special soup spoon. You’re lucky that I even let you borrow it.”

You rolled your eyes. “It’s a spoon, Sanji. It’s not the All Blue.”

“You know what-?”

“I’ve heard enough!” Zeff bellowed, his voice sending vibrations through the glassware. “Mix the soup with a rolling pin for all I care. Just get it out to the customers along with those cakes or you’re both on dish duty for two months. Am I clear?”

Receiving a grumbled reply, the owner of the Baratie marched off.

A few stations away, Patty stealthily pulled a towel to cover the wooden handle of the missing utensil. It was too late to reveal the small prank without being boiled alive or baked into a pie.

With the tension still rising, Patty decided to lock them in a cupboard after the shift.

~ More imagines here ~

A/n: Heading back to the office tomorrow with a 5am wake up but here I lay at 12am dishing out some Baratie mania (with more to come). No regrets.

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