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mrs-han · 1 year
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Hello, my lovelies!!
Thank you all so much for your submissions and interactions — it is so wonderful to be back in the company of truly wonderful people!!
I’ve been gifted with an abundance of happiness and strength that I simply needed to boast about it. Just a little! >w<
I’ll absolutely get back to your creative requests right after this! 🥹
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V’s newly adopted daughter brought about a profoundly positive change in him, one both you and Jumin encouraged wholeheartedly. Jumin seemed giddier and far more optimistic now that his best friend was talking with him and inviting him over regularly.
And you felt a magnetic pull from Jumin as he expressed a playful and childlike side of himself, a side he didn’t show very often. Reason one billion, seven hundred and ninety-nine of why you loved your Jumin Han.
You played with a vivacious Lucy on the floor, bouncing your little doll against the floor of a Victorian dollhouse gifted to her by none other than her rich uncle. “The Prince is waiting for us! We must hurry!”
“I’m getting dressed!” Lucy opened an elegant dresser stuffed with little pieces of crocheted clothes done by your dear husband. “Oh, what shall I wear!”
Jumin’s chuckle distracted you. You spun to look at him; he raised his teacup towards you and continued speaking to V while still staring at you.
“Auntie, your turn to talk!!”
“Oh, uh —” you bounced your doll animatedly. “Put on the dress you bought last week!”
Lucy reached into the dollhouse; a loud crash suddenly alerted everyone in the room.
“Sweetheart?!” V sped towards his daughter, pulling her into his arms and searching her body for injuries. “Are you hurt? Sweetheart, look at me. Are you hurt?”
Lucy’s lower lip wobbled and tears flowed from her large blue eyes within seconds. “I… I broke the floor…”
After checking you over for any injuries, Jumin angrily reached for his phone. “This is completely unacceptable. I’m calling the manufacturer right now.”
“N-No,” Lucy stammered, wiping her tears with her tiny hands. “It’s my fault… I pushed… I pushed on it, and… p-please don’t be mad…”
You crawled to her, crooking a finger and lifting her chin. “Sweetie, accidents happen…! There could have been rot in the wood, so that’s why it needed to be knocked down! You performed a major service, you see!”
Lucy sniffed, unconvinced.
“Tell you what. Let’s give that room a brand new makeover!”
“C… Can we do that?” Lucy’s eyes pleaded with you.
“We’re gonna do our very best! It isn’t gonna be perfect, but it will be the best room by far because we recreated it!”
And you stuck to your word. Refusing pre-made models from your husband, you created miniature floorboards and light fixtures… after receiving a few minor shocks. Lucy carved furniture, painted her own art over the droll wallpaper, and knit a few new clothes with her Uncle Jumin.
And V helped dress each doll with their very own handmade dress. Or shirt. Or sweater.
After two weeks of working, the room was complete. It certainly contrasted the rest of the Victorian vibe, with its vibrant colors and bulky furniture, but none of you cared. Especially Lucy.
She tugged your sleeve, a proud sparkle in her eyes. “Auntie, auntie! Now that we’re finished, we can play in it!”
You smiled gently, running your fingers through her sandy brown hair. Jumin stepped in, shaking his head and producing a fairly stern tone. “Lucille, dove. Your aunt needs to rest.
“Aw… okay!!” Lucy spun towards her father, tugging his arm eagerly while begging for a yes to her question.
“Thank you,” you whispered, resting your weary head on Jumin’s chest. “My fingers are battered and my back is sore.”
Strong and capable arms holding you up, Jumin swayed slightly with you. “You know better than any of us how time consuming and rewarding construction is.”
You realized what he was talking about — how the walls and windows of your inner sanctum had been bashed in, leaving glass and dirt and other extremities everywhere.
It took you a grueling amount of time — weeks, months, years — making repairs and throwing out those who didn’t contribute to your greater good.
Including Jumin.
Your eyes flickered — Jumin lightly kissed your forehead. “You‘ve grown so much, my love. But if you start self-sabotaging by spending more time in someone else’s domain, then I’m afraid I’ll have to take necessary action.”
“Necessary action?”
“Break their door and carry you home, of course.” His brows shot up. “Or perhaps throw a rock at a window?”
“You shouldn’t damage property, Jumin.”
“I can if your host begins boarding you in.”
“No, I mean, you shouldn’t because I’ll have already bulldozed my way out.”
Your retort assuaged Jumin’s hardening gaze. “Haah… so it is true. From the ashes rises the Phoenix.”
Lifting you into his arms, you sank into Jumin’s embrace with ease, closing your eyes and pressing near. “I’m a hell of a Phoenix, too.”
Jumin chuckled gently. “Yes. You are.”
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hrtichigo · 2 months
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“Let women be evil !!” You guys couldn't handle her and still can’t nineteen years later..
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bakapandy · 7 months
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Remember that AU I had where Gaara regains his Bijuu after the 4th war but now he and Shukaku get along(?)
Hi it’s come back to my brain with a vengeance
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deadguyalert · 11 months
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Speaking my honest truth here
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krazydraws · 10 months
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Late night Shading experiment +human design for him for an AU maybe?
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watchforstars · 3 months
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🎶 I wap-bam-boom, Alakazam‼️🎵 | Hazbin Hotel Episode 8: Season Finale
Bonus:
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sketchquill · 10 months
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*Reading off note* Somebody order some Corpse Puppet art with a small side of angst?
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noxcheshire · 7 months
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Ya’ll don’t know how much I love de-aged Danny prompts and fics.
The fluff, the cuteness, the absolute squishable potential of a little toddler Danny who allows his new siblings to rub at his cheeks as a form of therapy cause it’s so chubby and soft. 🥹
And when he gives a beaming smile when he’s bombarded by hugs and kisses; or when he’s kicking his little feet as he’s pulled through the sky by the armpits, his sibling rushing through the halls with him — that is magic. That is just 🥰 AAAAAAAH
But the potential of ANGST, is also my jam and I will blend this toddler in the slim of sadness while the bat family screams at me in the background like feral coyotes.
Like, bare with me for a second.
Danny Phantom who was captured.
Danny Phantom who was taken apart and put back together again.
Danny Phantom who kept loosing more and more until he was just a tiny little baby version of himself, trying to sustain his own life but knowing that soon he will cease to exist in all its entirety.
Danny Phantom who has been hurt for so long that he dreams. He dreams of a life that could have been, and would have been, had things not become so terrible. And he dreams of people, of friends, of places he isn’t even quite sure ever truly existed.
He dreams happily in his own head, unaware of the passage of time and his ever closing in second death, until he wakes up.
His dreams splinter and fade like mist when the sun breaks through the sky.
But there is no comforting warm light for him when he blinks, only a searing, indifferent and blinding white.
He’s scared, and confused, and damaged in a way that makes him want to throw up but nothing comes out.
He isn’t even sure what he does, but he’s not there anymore in the cold white rooms with sharp things and green looming containers. Instead he’s somewhere outside, stumbling on trembling weak legs that he’s certain are too short but he isn’t quite sure because his head hurts and he can’t really see when everything is spinning and — and —
His lip trembles.
There’s a lot of green and red.
He doesn’t think his tummy is supposed to do that.
Is it supposed to be green? Or is it supposed to be red? Was it supposed to be coming out at all? It hurts. It really, really hurts, and he doesn’t know what to do when he doesn’t even know who he had been.
But he tries to gather it up, pushing the reds and green underneath the cover of his open skin.
It’s supposed to be in there… right?
But it’s not staying. Why won’t it stay?
He sniffles, frustration, exhaustion, hurt, and childish confusion mixing itself so spectacularly that he begins to cry.
And then something big and heavy plops itself on the ground with him.
It was so startling that he hiccups into a stop.
He stares, hands wet and his spilling tummy very heavy, but he doesn’t mind it as the very big cat person blinks slowly back at him. Or maybe a bat?
Is it friendly?
It’s crouching very slowly, even speaking in soft words. It must be friendly! He didn’t know bat-cat people existed, but he liked it very much.
He gives his hands to the bat-cat, presenting his insides for help.
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the casual arm thrown over her legs? the cigs? manspreading? fuck me pls
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bingqiv · 9 months
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the thing is that if ten met missy for even a split second he’d literally drop everything and everyone to literally travel the stars with her. like it’s literally canon that all he wanted was to travel with simms!master before his death and to be handed a master who not only wants to travel but is trying to be good. he’d be so fucking feral about it.
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myfriendgoo94 · 6 months
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Just a reminder that i have an OnlyFans and it’s rad af 😜
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packet-of-staples · 9 months
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Day 141 of drawing Papyrus until he cameos in deltarune! This is why I wanted to establish Paps and Maddie as besties, for this dumb bit. Im going to see Barbie today!! And so are they!
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daddyhausen · 11 days
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HIS LITTLE WAVE I AM DECEASED
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benjinoff13 · 4 months
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seeing people talk about how attractive they find the pjo show cast
vs
seeing the people that say this are 13 years old
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noctilia · 7 months
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Speaking of blonde women.
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haleyusesherwords · 4 months
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MCYT fans will hear the most mundane passing comment and be like
Is anyone gonna make heartbreaking lore out of that?
and not wait for an answer
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