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imreallyonthishellsite · 2 days

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There are sooo many characters I could use but imma try to keep this list short

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soldrawss · 1 year

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*holds face tenderly*

#my art #toh #the owl house #toh hunter #toh willow #toh gus #toh huntlow #huntlow #toh winter #ive been so good about commissions that i drew something so self indulgent #as a treat to myself #dont worry shes ok #just got elbowed to the face and her glasses broke #just wanted to draw hunter worried #love me a boy that cares SO MUCH #might do a part 2

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dadstielkline · 2 years

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fun facts about sharks

#I know I didn't include every pride flag #but these were fun to make #might do a part 2 #lgbtq #gay #lesbian #pansexual #asexual #aromantic #nonbinary #transgender #pride month 2022 #pride month #unlabeled #happy pride 🌈#bisexual

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insanityisthecure · 4 months

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Baldurs Gate 3 Character Tropes: Astarion

"What in the sweet hells were you thinking, activating that lance? I was right there! Gods! Do you have any idea how much that hurt?"

#bg3tropes #astarion #astarion acunin #the pale elf #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #character tropes #might do a part 2

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countlessgifts · 7 months

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Buggy and Nami's first appearance but it's Uncle Buggy AU, not to terribly much changes in the end

#one piece #buggy #buggy the clown #monkey d. luffy #nami #one piece live action #opla #op #might do a part 2 #my art #countless art #cat burglar nami #one piece luffy

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iisasarcasticlittleshite · 1 year

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Honestly id love to see barb and dia react to dragon mc

"I see, so that's how this happened." Diavolo beamed joyously, even as Lucifer told the story with his usual enthusiasm. "What a remarkable transformation you've gone through, MC!"

"Indeed, quite the poised little creature." Barbatos' words carried an amused undertone at the dragon perched across Lucifer's shoulders, front legs folded in a manner one could only describe as refined.

It's not unlike the way MC will cross their legs when sitting in on these meetings as a human.

"I came to ask if you had any solutions in mind, not to watch you marvel in at this predicament." The first born scowled. Yes, MC paints rather the adorable figure as a dragon, but he wants his human back.

As if sensing his distress, the dragon on his shoulder let out a purr, gently moving their tail to wrap around his tie, a quiet reminder that it's still his human behind those eyes.

Diavolo's eyes tracked the movement, and his smile only grew. "I'll tell you what, we'll keep MC here for a day or two so you can hunt for a solution yourself, without concerning yourself with their safety with your brothers."

Lucifer sighed, a combination of MC's gentle touch and Diavolo's reassuring tone easing the tension in his shoulders. The dragon sank with them, and chirped happily.

"That's assuming they'd be any safer in a castle full of haunted objects and giant snakes."

"I assure you, MC will come to no harm here." Barbatos said sincerely. "If we cannot aid you in reversing the transformation, we can at least keep them safe for the time being."

Lucifer nodded to himself as MC slid from his shoulder to his lap, looking up at him questioningly. They have been impressively well behaved thus far, he doubts it would last. They have a gift for mischief, all the more reason to have them returned to normal as soon as possible.

"Very well, I entrust them to you, Lord Diavolo, Barbatos."

Lucifer curled a finger under their chin, bringing those big eyes up to his, rubbing their cheek with the pad of his thumb affectionately. "Behave, I'll pick you up tomorrow, understand?"

A playful chirp was the only response MC could give him, but it was enough before they leaped from his lap onto the table between he and Diavolo, careful not to disturb any of the dishes set out for breakfast with their wings.

Lucifer left then, on his way to RAD for the day, leaving Diavolo to marvel at the fully formed little dragon now blinking up at him curiously.

"Well, you seem to be quite comfortable. Would you like to sit on my shoulder? I noticed that's how you move around with the brothers."

He'd seen MC for the first time on Satan's shoulders, tail tucked loosely in his collar to keep them stable as the fourth born picked his way through the busy halls of RAD, and again now with Lucifer.

MC yipped and spread their wings, taking off smoothly, without disturbing a single dish, and landed firmly on his left shoulder, careful not to dig their claws in.

Diavolo let out a booming laugh. "Amazing! Learned to fly already!"

"MC has always been a quick study when motivated, Young Master." Barbatos added, watching fondly as Diavolo beamed with pride when MC settled across his shoulders, undisturbed even when they shook with laughter. "Do try not to get too distracted, young Master. You still have work to do."

Diavolo deflated almost immediately. "Yes, I know."

"Perhaps it would be best if MC accompanied me for the rest of the morning." He shot the dragon a look, and they immediately took off from Diavolo's shoulders, fearful of that look turning into a glare. Daring as they may be, even MC doesn't fuck around with Barbatos.

They took a sweeping ark about the gazebo, enjoying a slightly longer use of their wings. They'd barely flown further than across the main room in the House of Lamentation, and were looking forward to the space in the Demon Lord's Castle.

Barbatos allowed them to test their wings while they shadowed him through his regular duties. For a human turned dragon, MC is surprisingly graceful, skilfully avoiding any collateral damage.

"All of this flying around must have you hungry, MC. Shall we take the young Master his lunch? I'm sure he'd love it if you shared with him."

MC chirped, leaping from the kitchen cabinets to his shoulder, having been scolded for landing on the counter when the stove was on.

They rubbed their cheek affectionately against Barbatos, and that's when he noticed...

"Is that...dust?"

MC's eyes widened, eyes snapping to the particles forming the shape of their feet on Barbatos' immaculate shoulder.

Dread had the dragon arching their back and pouncing away, landing on the floor this time. Barbatos arched a brow "You aren't in trouble, but seeing as you've taken such a liking to flying, you might be of use to dust the heights if the castle..."

MC yapped with objection, they knew exactly how massive the demon lord's castle is, and they also know exactly how much of a perfectionist Barbatos is. If he gets them cleaning, he won't let them stop until all the places he can't reach are immaculate.

Their wings will drop off by the time he lets them stop.

"Now now, it wouldn't be that bad." Barbatos crooned wearing that terrifying smile of his. "We'll just get some brief dusting done before the Master's lunch."

MC shook their head, scooting backwards out of the kitchen, and quickly skittering to a run, claws squeaking over the marble floors.

They don't need to look back to know the butler has followed them, so they quickly leap from a staircase and take flight, winding in and out of narrow hallways until Barbatos' presence no longer looms at the back of their senses.

They ducked into the library, the door slightly cracked open, and find a gap between two heavy volumes at the very top shelf.

The books here smell old, older than the ones in Satan's room. Some have waves of magic rolling from them, others whisper of times long past.

MC's sensitive eyes and hearing pick up on all of these things, marvelling at the many wonders of the Devildom.

They listen for Barbatos' approaching footsteps, little heart hammering in their chest until the silence dragged on for just long enough that they dared creep out, balancing precariously on the edges of shelves to read the spines of several books.

Eventually, they settled on a book that seemed to call to them, and carefully nudged the heavy, leather bound book from its place, using their wings to soften its landing on the hardwood floor. Carefully, they propped up the book, nudged open the cover, and began to read.

Diavolo would find them there hours later, after he'd convinced Barbatos to let him stretch his legs and search for MC.

It was an adorable sight, the dragon's tail curled under the book to prop it up, turning the place very carefully so as not to damage the paper with their claws.

"Managed to escape, did you?"

MC startled, the book slid to the ground with a smack before they realised it was the prince, and not his butler armed with a dragon-sized feather duster.

Diavolo chuckled lightly, careful not to let his laugh ring out too much for fear of being caught. He was under instructions to send MC back to Barbatos, after all.

The prince slid to the floor beside them, back resting against the shelves as he stretched his long legs out in front of him. "What are you reading?"

MC churred in relief, stretching themselves onto their feet as their joints ached from lying on the floor all this time. They pushed the book toward the prince, who kept it open as he read the spine.

"A history of human magic? I can see why you would be interested." He smiled, opening his hand invitingly for MC to rub their head against him, careful not to poke him with their horns. "You're awfully affectionate in their form, aren't you?"

MC's responding look had the prince laughing again. "Well, the floor cannot have been comfortable, and I hear you gave Barbatos quite the run-around. Would you like to come into my office? I'm sure you'd be more comfortable there."

The dragon whined, eyes darting around as if Barbatos was about to pop out of any corner. Human MC already dislikes house chores, he can imagine their opinions on dusting all the nooks and crannies the castle has to offer, especially when they're barely the size of a housecat themselves.

"Don't worry," He set their book in his lap and opened one side of his coat, "I'll sneak you in, he'll be none the wiser."

MC highly doubted that, but...they were tired, and the invitation of snuggling up to Diavolo while he worked was far too tempting.

Diavolo's heart fluttered as the little dragon crawled into his coat, curling up against his breast, wings tucked close to their back.

"Comfortable?"

The responding purr sounded sleepy, and he thought that just this once, he'd be willing to oppose Barbatos if it meant this little creature could stay so comfortable.

By the time the prince sat down at his desk, MC was sound asleep, the warmth of them seeping through his shirt, along with soft purrs and sleepy churring.

The prince went about his work with a contented smile for the rest of the day.

Part 4

@darkflowerav (Tagged as requested :)

#obey me #oh my god this was getting so long #had to stop here #might do a part 2 #obey me barbatos #obey me lucifer #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos x mc #obey me diabolo x mc #an innocent mistake

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nat-space-obsessed · 20 days

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For @kinglazrus !! Super excited abt this one! I love corpse aus so I just had to do this one.

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"There's a shallow grave in the woods. The only marker is a stone with the name "Danny" scratched into it. Judging by the fresh-turned soil, it hasn't been empty for long."

The call came in from a hiker early in the morning.

She'd been going on her daily hike when she decided to go on a route that was different from her normal route.

When she tripped over the rock, she should have known that there was something wrong. At first, she started to walk past, and continue on her hike.

It was on her way back that she really noticed the issue.

The rock she had tripped over had writing that she didn't notice the first time.

It was a simple engraving, probably done with another rock or a different sharp tool, definitely not professionally done.

There was one word.

A name.

'DANNY'

It was at that point that she realized that the dirt path seemed to be disturbed near the edges, as if someone had gone digging.

Oh god, someone had been digging .

As she looked at the disturbed dirt, she saw something odd. It was an odd color, looking as if it had been burned or melted, blackened.

It was a bone.

A charred, dirty, old bone, covered in a material that had melted and fused to it.

It was like one of those horror stories, of certain toys made from plastic materials melting onto skin if exposed to too much heat.

She called the police station the second she was in range of a cell tower.

All the operator at the call center heard was, "God, the bones , they're black, they're burned. There's bones in the woods ."

The CSI left the station immediately.

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"She wasn't kidding, these bones were definitely burned, but they're weird. It's more reminiscent of electrical burns. What could output enough power to burn a body so thoroughly by electrocution?" The lead CSI said. She was wearing gloves and slowly unburying the body.

The more they uncovered, the more horrified they were.

"This is a kid," A member of the team said, "Either a kid or a small person. The size of the bones indicate that the owner of this body was under 5 ft. Maybe a small kid? What name did the stone say?"

"Danny, I think, it's a little hard to read, but that looks like the right name."

"Wait, wasn't there a kid that went missing a year ago from Amity named Danny?"

"Yeah, but I thought the parents were under suspicion, with that weird lab in their basement."

"Didn't the sister call it in?" The one handling the bones said.

The case they were talking about was the case of Daniel Fenton. He had gone missing four weeks before his freshman year, except he was only reported missing when his sister came back from a college summer camp. Two weeks after he supposedly went missing.

Because of this, nobody actually figured out when he went missing. The police had searched the entire Fenton home, which had uncovered the lab in the basement of the home.

The Fentons had a portal. An interdimensional portal to some place they called the Ghost Zone, and it had corresponded with sightings of weird, translucent, flying people that had been sighted in the city.

They had been taken into custody, but then later released due to a lack of evidence. His sister was still advocating for missing children, especially kids who weren't reported until long after they vanished.

"But this body is too decomposed for only a few months. Maybe the burns accelerated it?"

"I mean, if this is the Fenton kid-"

"Don't start being a conspiracy theorist now, Sean." The lead investigator said, shaking her head.

"You never know!"

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The coroner's office was cold. The autopsy room was colder.

The body on the table was small, a kid, wearing a plastic material that had seemed to fuse with the bones it was covering.

The bones, God the bones. They were blackened, covered in a dark material, flesh that had been burnt to a blackened crisp.

The coroner looked at the body in front of him and sighed.

The only thing he could easily use for identification that wasn't fingerprints or DNA were dental records. Luckily, while the corpse was completely desecrated, the bones were somehow intact.

He was able to take a scan of the teeth and send them off to be compared with all local dentist offices within a 50 mile radius.

It was a few minutes later when he got the ping.

There's a match.

"Shit."

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The Fentons were in their lab when they got a phone call.

"Hello, this is Jack Fenton of Fentonworks, how can I help you?" The burly man said into the receiver.

"Hello, Mr. Fenton. This is the Briggersdale Police Department, calling you to inform you that a few days ago, we found a body in the woods. This body has been identified as the body of your son, Daniel." The voice on the other end said to him.

"What?" Jack stood with the phone in hand in shock. Maddie chose that moment to walk into the room.

"Are you okay, Jack?"

Jack thanked the officer and hung up. "They... found a body."

"A body? Why did they contact you? Where was this?"

"The next town over. The body was identified. It was Danny's."

A sharp intake of breath could be heard from Maddie. "We need to call Jazz."

"She isn't speaking to us, she'd just ignore anything we have to say to her."

"She'll listen, it's about Danny."

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Jazz Fenton had been having a good day. She had only one class that morning, her favorite introduction to developmental psychology course, and she had just finished speaking with her roommate about their date next weekend with their longtime girlfriend. She was happy for them. She was having a good time, reading one of her favorite books at her desk.

It was a good day, until she got the phone call.

It was from her parents.

She refused the call at first. This was the third time that week her parents had tried to contact her, and the third time she refused their call.

Usually they stopped trying to call her, and just left her a few texts after she refused their call, but this time was different.

She should have known something was wrong.

"What is it? I thought I told you guys to never contact me again." Jazz spoke before either of her parents could even get one word out.

"Jazz... They found it."

"What, what did they find?" Jazz stood up. She was really getting annoyed now, with them being all cryptic towards her.

"His body. Jazz, they found Danny's body."

Jazz's phone slipped out of her hands.

What?

They found his body. They found his body.

Oh god, he was actually dead.

Jazz knew after the first few days she realized her brother was missing that the chances of finding him again were slim to none, and after the first two weeks, she knew that she would probably sooner see a body bag than see her brother alive again.

But this? This made it real.

He was dead.

He was gone .

She was never going to see him again.

Oh god, this was real .

She stared in front of her. She stared at the wall.

Her knees gave out and she slumped to the ground.

She could feel her eyes well up with tears.

She could hear her roommate shouting her name and kneeling in front of her as she sobbed, crying and trying to say anything, but no words would come out of her mouth.

Oh god, she had to tell Sam and Tucker.

No way would her parents even know that he had them as his friends, and they were always the first people that she gave updates to, even before her parents. They deserved to know he was... dead. That they had found his body.

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Sam and Tucker were hanging out at Tucker's house when Sam's phone rang.

She picked it up, recognizing the number as Jazz's.

Tucker watched as emotions crossed her face, beginning with worry, and ending in dread.

"Oh my god. Tucker. They found it."

“Shit.” He said.

“Shit.” She nodded in agreement.

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madychi · 1 year

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List of random TMNT headcanons/rando ideas (maybe predictions and hopes for the movie too?)

Mutant Mayhem Turtles Edition! Go watch the trailer if you haven’t already!

Right of the bat, Mutant Mayhem Donatello is the youngest of the group and you cannot tell me otherwise. After him is Raphael, then Mikey, then Leo as the oldest.

The MM turtles are related by blood. They came from the same clutch.

Donatello’s bo staff doubles as a fidget toy. Look those cubes look like they’d spin if flicked-

These boys are fourteen at the oldest I refuse to believe they are fifteen- no they’re babies your honor!

MM Mikey so flexes his deeper voice.

Throughout the movie these boys will be dumbassing their way through the plot. I f e a r for them and their inevitable meeting of their shredder… or worse Krang… THEYRE TO BABY TO GET TRAUMA-

MM April will become a big sister figure to the turtles.

We don’t see a Casey Jones so I fear he’s not in the movie. BUT IF HE IS- you know he’s a child that is either a consumer of true crime videos or makes true crime videos. Hence his draw to vigilantism. Bonus points of this Casey gets a sister. Assuming he exists.

MM Raph’s sai’s are home made! Or at the very least he sharpened them to be stabby

MM Donnie isn’t impossibly intelligent and making huge inventions (yet-). But he is tech savvy.

MM Mikey has adhd. Huh? What do mean pretty all Mikey’s are headcanoned with adhd?-

MM Leo is giving genderfluid vibes.

MM Raph and Donnie are a dangerous duo to leave alone together. They will do something, and it might end in a felony. Or at least property damage.

#tmnt #tmnt mutant mayhem #teenage mutant ninja turtles mutant mayhem #mutant mayhem #tmnt leonardo #tmnt mikey #tmnt raph #tmnt donatello #tmnt headcanons #teenage mutant ninja turtles #might do a part 2

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stephstars08 · 28 days

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My Top Comfort Characters (Cartoon)

(Not in particular order)

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st4r-myu · 1 year

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Ensemble Stars Music !! | 5th Anniversary ANIMATION PV

#ensemble stars #ensemble stars edit #switch enstars #knights enstars #ensemble stars music #2wink #valkyrie enstars #eden enstars #anime gif set #anime edits #my gifs #took so long #my favorite parts of the mv #COULDNT DO ALL OF MY FAVS #might do a part 2

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cosmic-tuna · 3 months

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#polls #hyperspecific poll #when i say no general anasthesia i mean they numbed my mouth #but i was wide awake the whole time and watching #might do a part 2

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gonzart · 2 years

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Hello recently I've been seeing lots of duck fanart of him into my very specific interests . So I've decided to just cater to that and make him me

With ms paint baby!!

Part 2

#he would have bereal #might do a part 2 #my art #dhmis #duck #dont hug me im scared #the fuckin. twins #lily and todney #also the inspo was that art of him listening to kero kero bonito and playing minecraft with a kys jar

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stabbynunchuckss · 1 year

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Day 16 of the wheel of whump!!

Today's prompt is:

Tied to a pole in the sun

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Cooper didn't know how long he'd been out there, drifting in and out of consciousness. All he knew was that it was hot, and he couldn't breathe, and he just wanted to go home. But ever since Edmund fucking James-Fuller had kidnapped him, he'd been in this miserable old house, or else locked outside, in the gardens.

The sun was glaring down from the sky, burning against Cooper's bare skin. He cried out in pain, but there was no one outside to hear him. He was alone.

He fell asleep, once, but when he awoke the pain was worse than ever, and his skin was red and swollen. Yet his surroundings were unfamiliar.

He was in what seemed to be a living room - although much less grand than that of the James-Fuller mansion - lying on an uncomfortable sofa. There was something cool and damp against his back, and for a moment, he could almost relax. But instead, he scrambled to his feet-

-just to fall again, his back colliding with the hard wooden floorboards. He heard footsteps, and immediately tensed, but the voice came before the person.

"Hey, now." The person spoke gently. "That can't be comfortable, honey. Let's get you back up again, is that alright?" Her voice was soft, tinged with a light Scottish accent.

Cooper didn't speak. He didn't think he could, even if he wanted to. He didn't move, either, only to flinch when the woman crouched beside him. She was tall, from what Cooper could tell, and her hair was dyed blue, bright against her dark skin. There was a small, worried smile on her face.

"I'm not going to hurt you, love," she murmured. "I'm just going to help you back up onto the sofa, if that's okay with you. If not, that's fine too, of course."

And slowly, his neck aching as he did so, Cooper nodded. The woman's smile grew a little. "Alright, then. I'm just going to lift you, and help you to the sofa. That's all."

When Cooper didn't reply, she did as she had said, slowly moving her arms to lift him - one under his arms, one supporting his legs. After a moment, Cooper was back on the sofa, and both were out of breath.

The woman left the room for a moment, back through the door that Cooper assumed she'd come from, and returned seconds later with a glass of water, placing it on a small table beside the sofa. Cooper glanced up at her, and she nodded.

He took the glass in trembling hands, bringing it to his lips and taking a drink. He almost gasped as the cold water slipped down his dry throat, the sensation unfamiliar yet so, so welcome.

"Th- Thank you," he breathed, his eyes meeting the woman's.

She laughed. It was a joyful sound, but there was something about it that made Cooper uneasy, though he didn't yet have time to think about what it could be, for she soon spoke again.

"There's no need to thank me, honey," she replied. "What happened to you, hm?" Her blue eyes seemed kind at first glance, but were inquisitive, almost intimidating, when Cooper looked again.

"I- It was Edmund," Cooper whispered. "He... tied me up, and... and..."

"That bastard," the woman cursed, her expression suddenly furious. "He did this to you?"

Slowly, fearfully, Cooper nodded.

But the woman didn't seem angry at him. On the contrary, she seemed angry at Edmund. That was new.

"How did you... find me?"

"You were in a field not far from his house. I was just taking a walk, see. And then I found you out there... You were terrified." Her voice softened. "But you're safe now, honey. Stay here as long as you like, alright?"

"Oh... Thank you." He took another drink of water. "I'm Cooper."

"Abbie." The woman - Abbie - smiled. "I'm glad you're here. I couldn't imagine what would have happened if I hadn't found you..."

"I don't want to be an... an inconvenience." Cooper looked away from Abbie, glancing out the window - it was daytime, and the sun was still bright in the sky.

"Oh, honey, you're not an inconvenience. I promise you that."

Cooper nodded, and winced at the pain it caused. He noticed Abbie looking at him, but anxiously ducked his head.

"Still hurts, hm?" Cooper looked back up, cautious to meet Abbie's eyes, but even more scared of what could happen if he didn't. "Well," she continued, "it's to be expected. You must have been outside for days, for the sunburn to be this bad."

So that explained it, then. He'd been outside for days, and as a result, he'd got sunburn. That was all. So why did it hurt so fucking much? His head was spinning again, and fuck, it hurt, and-

"I'll get you some painkillers, alright?" Abbie's voice was faint as Cooper drifted out of consciousness. His vision faded to black, but at least it numbed the pain, if only for a while. It would be back when he awoke.

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witchyroman · 10 months

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My ratings of fruits and berries because why not

Apples: 0/10 (Hate the taste)

Peaches: 7/10 (Hate the texture of the skin but they're good without it)

Pineapples: -100/10 (Even worse than apples)

Dragon fruits: 0/10 (No. Just no.)

Kiwis: 5/10: (Hate the texture of the skin but they're fine without it)

Watermelons: 9/10 (Hate the texture but they do taste good)

Bananas: -1000/10 (They'll kill me)

Strawberries: 12/10 (My favorite!)

Grapes: 4/10 (Eh I'll eat them)

Raspberries: 5/10 (Hate the texture but they're fine)

Blackberries: 2/10 (Won't eat most of the time)

Blue berries: 10/10 (Tasty)

#roman🌹#roman facts #might do a part 2 #she's bored

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ponds-of-ink · 2 years

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Improv Piece: “Afton Tries to Introduce a VHS Tape (But is Too Tired to Do It Properly)”

This was going to be an extension of the whole “William wrote Hand Unit’s script and sent it out” but I think I made him a bit too tired. Ah, well. Fits my headcanon that he’s falling apart by the time Circus Baby’s Rental is being made.