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otrtbs · 5 months

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here’s the thing. the absolute joy and wonder i feel whenever someone tells me they came across ahb! and are now taking an art history course / majoring in art next year / went to their local art museum for the first time in ages is exponential. when yall send me your favorite artworks and tell me about them or tell me you went to x museum to see x painting mentioned in ahb??? it’s just so so wonderful. because never did i think something i wrote out of love for art and love for art history would lead anyone else to research art or talk about it or seek it out for themselves and that’s so much more than i could ever imagine would come out of a very timid first attempt at creative writing/fandom involvement.

i wrote it out of love and y’all have all reciprocated that love tenfold and ran with it to talk about art and explore it and share it with me and those around you. and it’s just been a very special incredible thing that makes me emosh. :,)

#i feel like …i am not articulating this well enough and also i’ve said similar sentiments before but #i cannot thank everyone enough who has ever had a kind word to say or interesting fact to share or art to talk about with lil ole me #it truly outshines all the blegh bleh bLEGH that makes me want 2 rant and rail or cry abt #like ppl can be mean abt ahb! + hate her but that will never be me !! bc someone w much kinder eyes read it + found their favorite painting #and that is so much more than enough for me #and this is a reminder for me for sure!!#🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 there’s so much love and light !!! 🥰🥰🥰🥰 and it’s so wonderful #so this is a thank u and a love letter all in one xx MWAH #love you all more than life #art heist baby!

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astrobei · 1 year

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hi suni astrobi my beloved dear suni ❤️🫂

sending you a valentine's day prompt because i can annnnnd.

i challenge you to write miwi bc i need more miwi in my life. you can do whatever you want with this, but i want to see little baby will making a valentine's day card for his best friend, mike. bonus points if it has like paladin mike and dragons and all that other good ole fashioned dnd goodness.

hi andi andiwriteordie my beloved dear andi <3 happy valentine's day !! as a special present for you, here is my first ever attempt at writing miwi :^)

On Sunday night, Will’s mom brings home a bag of candy.

This, obviously, grabs his attention before anything else– brightly packaged somethings that crinkle loudly when his mom puts the bag down on the kitchen table. He can see them peeking out through the thin white plastic of the Melvald’s bag, and immediately perks up.

“What are those?” he asks, because it’s not rare for his mom to bring stuff back from work– especially on late nights like this, when she knows that Jonathan is busy with homework and no one’s had a chance to cook dinner, not when she’s been out all day and his dad is– well. His dad sure isn’t about to cook dinner, and Will has learned how to heat stuff up in the microwave but they’re currently out of everything that he can stick in a microwave. Will expects her to whip out a couple of TV dinners, and he kind of hopes she will, because it’s late and he’s hungry.

He peers over the long end of the table, trying to catch a glimpse, because the TV dinners don’t usually look like this– all pink and red and crinkly. His mom laughs, then holds the bag open by the handles so he can look inside. “Candy,” she says, “for your class Valentine’s Day party tomorrow.”

Will stopped listening after the word candy. He doesn’t know what Valentine’s Day is, and he doesn’t really care, because the bag is full of the brightly wrapped candies and chocolates that he saw in the store the other day when his mom took him inside. “Whoa,” he breathes out, and reaches out to stick a hand into the bag, even if just to make sure that what he’s seeing is real. A whole bag, full of candy. The wrappers crinkle some more, loud under his palm, and he pulls out a heart-shaped lollipop, flat and an almost aggressive shade of red. “Is this for us?”

“Oh, no way,” his mom laughs some more. “This much candy? All your teeth are going to fall out.”

Will grins. “My teeth are already falling out,” he says, pointing to where he’d lost his first one just a couple of weeks ago. He’s still not used to it, the strange space in his mouth where there didn’t use to be one before. He sticks the tip of his tongue into the gap there, and his mom rolls her eyes good-naturedly.

“Maybe that’s because of all the candy you ate at Halloween,” she says, and leans over to ruffle his hair. “It’s not good for you!”

“Danny in my class already lost three teeth,” Will mopes, “and he got three dollars from the tooth fairy, so maybe if mine fall out too–”

“The tooth fairy will refuse to give you money because you let your teeth rot on purpose,” Joyce says, and Will slumps into the chair next to her, pouting. “It goes against the tooth fairy laws.”

Will might only be six, but he knows that there’s no such thing as tooth fairy laws. There can’t be rules just for one person. That’s ridiculous. He tucks the lollipop from earlier into his pocket before his mom can see, though. Just in case. “What’s the candy for?”

“It’s Valentine’s Day tomorrow,” his mom says, walking over to the kitchen and opening the fridge door. “Your class is having a party, and these are for your friends.”

Will frowns. “What’s– Valentine’s Day?”

“It’s a holiday about celebrating the people you love.” Joyce emerges with a loaf of bread and a few slices of cheese. “Grilled cheese okay for dinner?”

They’ve had grilled cheese for about four days in a row now, but Will doesn’t mind. His mom makes them perfect. He nods. “Yeah!”

“You have to eat the crusts this time,” she says. “Don’t think I didn’t see you throw them away last time.”

Shoot. So close.

“Fine,” Will agrees, then leans over to pluck another candy out of the bag. It’s pink this time. He thinks it might be strawberry-flavored. Will isn’t the biggest fan of strawberry, but candy is candy after all.

“I heard that,” his mom chides, back still turned to him, as the candy wrapper crinkles loudly under his fingers. “Put the candy back, Will.”

No! So close again. Will scowls at the traitorous sweet in his hand and tosses it back in the bag. “How did you even hear that?”

“I have superpowers, remember?” Joyce points to her ears and shoots him a wink. She’s probably right, Will thinks glumly. His mom has ears on the back of her head– or whatever it is they say.

“Why do my kids in my class get candy and I don’t?”

“They’ll give you candy too,” Joyce assured him, flipping a sandwich over in the pan. “That’s the whole point! You trade candy and Valentine’s Day cards.”

Cards? “What kind of cards?”

“You can look in the bag. I picked some of those up on the way back from work.”

Will sticks his arm bag in the bag and shuffles it around, until soft cellophane gives way to the sharp edge of cardstock. He pulls one out– “Be mine,” he reads aloud, then wrinkles up his nose in confusion. “Huh?”

“Cheesy, huh?” Joyce slides a plate in front of him, and smiles. “Speaking of cheesy–”

Dinner! Will’s stomach rumbles, and in the face of a perfectly made grilled cheese sandwich, thoughts of Valentine’s Day slip instantly out of his mind.

—

They don’t stay out for long, though.

“Jonathan?”

Jonathan’s room door is open, and he has his back to the door, but he turns around as Will peers through the doorway. “Oh. Hey, Will.”

Will shuffles his feet, hesitating. Is this a stupid question to ask? Surely Jonathan won’t think he’s stupid. Jonathan never thinks Will is stupid, even when Will asks dumb questions or says dumb things or acts super annoying. “What’s Valentine’s Day?” he blurts out.

Jonathan raises his eyebrows. “Huh?”

Maybe Jonathan doesn’t know. That’s a weird thought, though, because Jonathan knows everything. He’s in third grade now, which seems big and grown up and far away. It’s old enough for your grade to have an actual number. Not like kindergarten, which Jonathan says is, like, zero grade. “Valentine’s Day,” Will says again. Mom had been so vague about it, and he’s still not sure what’s up with the lovey-dovey stuff. Maybe Jonathan can help. “What is it?”

“Um,” Jonathan says. “It’s– the holiday of love, I guess?”

Oh. That’s lame. “Ew,” Will says, making a face. “That’s gross.”

“Tell me about it,” Jonathan sighs. “Why are you asking?”

“I have to celebrate with my class tomorrow,” Will sighs. “And mom got candy but I’m not allowed to eat any.”

Jonathan makes a sympathetic noise. “Lame.”

“I know!” Will exclaims. “And I don’t even– love anybody. Gross.”

“Well,” Jonathan says thoughtfully, “it doesn’t have to be love love. It can be, um. Any kind of special somebody.”

“Special somebody?” That’s a weird thing to call someone. “Huh?”

“You know. Is there someone special to you? Someone you really like?”

Will likes a lot of people. His teacher is really nice. He likes mom’s boss at the store, because sometimes he lets Will pick out a piece of candy from the display. He likes Jonathan, and he likes his mom, of course. But people who are special–

“Mike,” Will decides immediately. It’s an obvious choice, because Will hadn’t ever had best friends before Mike came into his life earlier this year. They do everything together– playing at recess, eating lunch, sleeping over at each other’s house. The other kids in the class even talk about them like they’re one person– MikeandWill– which makes Will smile. It’s nice to feel like he’s a part of something. Mike is special. Mike makes him feel special.

Something funny happens to Jonathan’s face, super fast, and then it goes back to normal. “There you go,” he says, then nods. “You can make something for Mike.”

“Like what?”

“Um, I don’t know. Draw him a card?”

“Mom already bought cards,” Will sighs.

“Make him a special one,” Jonathan shrugs. “Because he’s– um. Your special somebody.”

Will grins, wide enough that he knows his missing tooth gap is showing. Sue him. He thinks it’s cool, even if Jonathan has, like, five of them and doesn’t care. “Thanks, Jonathan!”

“Uh, yeah!” Jonathan sounds a little confused as he calls after him, but Will is already on his way to his own room. “You’re welcome!”

When Will gets back to his room, he pulls out his crayons and his paper, sits down at his desk, and–

He stops.

Oh no.

What is he supposed to put on a card? For Mike, especially, who’s one of the coolest people Will knows. What if he thinks it’s lame? What if he doesn’t want a card? What if whatever Will makes is so boring and awful that Mike laughs?

Will shakes his head. No, he thinks. Mike won’t laugh at him. Mike would never laugh at him, and that’s why he’s so special– everyone else laughs at Will, sometimes, about his clothes or his hair or the way he talks. But Mike doesn’t. Mike thinks he’s cool, and Mike thinks he’s fun, and Mike likes all the same stuff as he does– the kind of stuff that everyone else in their class thinks is lame but Mike doesn’t.

Will stares down at the blank sheet of colored paper. Blue, because Mike likes blue. And Will’s got a twenty-four pack of crayons and he doesn’t know what color to draw in, but everything else, the candies and the cards in mom’s bag, had been red or pink, so maybe Will should draw in red or pink too. And– everything else had, like, hearts on it, so maybe he can start there.

“For Mike,” Will says aloud, slowly and carefully, as he writes the words at the top of the paper. He’s pretty sure he spelled it right. He knows he’s got Mike’s name correct, at least. F-O-R. For.

Yeah. That looks okay.

The heart is next. Will tries to make it big enough to take up most of the page, where the paper has been folded in half down the middle. It’s a little lumpy, but– yeah. You can totally tell it’s a heart.

Probably.

He opens the card to the inside, and pauses again. Great, he thinks, because what is he supposed to write on the inside? He’d already drawn a heart on the front, and it would probably be a little lame to draw another one on the inside.

“Think,” he groans out loud, putting the red crayon down and peering into the box. Half of them are broken, and some others are worn down to nubs, so it’s not even like he has a lot of options here.

What sort of stuff does Mike even like? Mostly the same stuff Will does, but then maybe that would be like Will is making a card for himself, and not for Mike. He looks at the paper some more, like maybe something will appear on it, fully-formed, if he stares long enough.

Nope. Nothing.

Will sighs, and thinks harder.

Mike had liked that book they read in class last week– something about a knight rescuing a princess from a tower. Will hadn’t really been paying attention, because it was kind of boring and, like, sappy and about love, but Mike had been totally into it. Will had looked over during group reading time and his eyes had been huge and his jaw had been, like, on the floor. Will didn’t really get the appeal, because, again, it had been totally cheesy and sappy and gross. But Mike had found a stick at recess an hour later and brandished it like a sword, and Will had been too busy laughing to properly express how lame he thought the whole thing was.

It wasn’t lame when Mike did it, though. That’s why Mike is special– nothing’s lame when he does it.

Will picks up a crayon. He has an idea.

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Don’t think it’s lame, Will prays, fighting every instinct in his body that’s telling him to squeeze his eyes shut and hold his breath. Please don’t think it’s lame.

Mike hasn’t said anything yet. Maybe he really does think it’s lame.

Will is starting to wish that maybe the asphalt of the playground could just open up and swallow him whole. Mike totally thinks it’s lame. Maybe Mike didn’t even want a card. Maybe Mike is weirded out. Maybe Mike–

“Did you really make this?”

Will blinks. Mike doesn’t sound weirded out. He sounds– impressed? Maybe?

“Um. Yes,” he says anyway. Mike’s eyes are wide where he’s staring at the card in front of him, and Will holds his breath after all– just a little– for one second, then two, then–

“Will!” Mike says, face breaking out into the biggest smile Will has literally ever seen him smile. “This is awesome!”

Oh, thank god. “Really?” Will can’t keep the relief out of his voice when he asks.

“Yeah!” Mike nods rapidly, never once taking his eyes off the paper. “This is awesome!”

“You already said that,” Will points out, but he’s smiling now too. “You really don’t think it’s lame?”

“No way!” Mike points at the crayon outline of a figure against the blue paper. “Is that me?”

“Duh,” Will says, pointing to where he had drawn an arrow and written Mike. Just in case there was any confusion. “It’s you as the knight. From the story.”

“I love the knight from the story,” Mike announces, and Will immediately feels like a million pounds of weight has been lifted off his shoulders. Thank god.

“I know,” Will giggles. “You almost killed me with the stick you were waving around.”

Mike gasps. “Excuse you. It was a sword.”

“Sure,” Will says. “Okay. It was a sword.”

Mike looks like he’s going to say something else, and then he stops. He shakes his head. His voice is quieter now when he says, “You really made this for me?”

Will doesn’t know why they keep coming back to this. Obviously he made this for Mike. That’s why he’d labeled the drawing with his name. Mike. He’d meant for that to help, in case there was any confusion, but maybe he hadn’t labeled it well enough. Maybe two arrows next time. Or maybe he should add Mike’s last name, just in case Mike thought he made it for the other Mike in their class. “Duh,” he says again, because he isn’t sure what about this Mike isn’t understanding. “It’s for– Valentine’s Day.”

Mike goes a little pink. Will’s not sure why, because they’ve been sitting in one spot for all of recess so far, and Mike hasn’t been running around at all. “Really?”

“Jonathan said I should make a card for someone special.” Will tugs nervously at the zipper on his jacket. Why is he nervous? It’s only Mike. “And I think you’re special.”

Mike’s mouth drops open. He closes it, then opens it again, in an excellent imitation of their class goldfish Bubbles. “Really?”

Maybe Mike’s words just aren’t working today. Will feels like that a lot. He gets it. “Duh,” he says, for the third and hopefully final time. “You’re my best friend.”

“Wow,” Mike breathes out. “You’re an awesome artist, Will.”

“Really?”

Okay, maybe it’s Will’s turn for his brain to stop working. He’s not sure what’s so awesome about his drawing. You can barely even tell it’s Mike.

“Um, yeah,” Mike stares, like this is obvious or something. “You can totally tell it’s me! No one else in our class can draw this good. You should do it more. I think you could get, like, famous or something.”

Will doesn’t know about all that, but something warm and fuzzy is swelling up inside him anyway. Surprised and pleased at the praise. “Oh. Thanks, Mike.”

“I wish I made you something,” Mike says sadly, still staring down at the card, like he’s trying to absorb it with his eyes. “My mom just made me get the ones from the store for everyone.”

“It’s okay!” Will smiles. Really, he doesn’t need a card from Mike. He’s just happy Mike liked it.

“You can have my Reese’s,” Mike offers. He doesn’t fold the card up and put it in his pocket like Will thought he might, but holds it carefully in both hands and looks over at him, eyes wide. “Someone gave me one for our candy exchange, but I think you like them more than me.”

Will grins. “Okay!”

Mike hesitates, then suddenly, moves forward and throws his arms around Will’s shoulders. It’s sudden enough for Will to stumble backwards, a little caught off-guard by the puffy weight of Mike’s jacket and body against his. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Will,” Mike says. “You’re my best friend too.”

#oh this was so fun #unexpectedly hard but in the best way #i don't know how to write little kids #i'm so scared of making them sound too baby #but hopefully !! this was good #thank u sm for this prompt andi it was so so so cute #happy valentine's day i love u much #mwah <3 #byler #mike wheeler #will byers #miwi #fun sized fics #fic #ok byebye #/astro posts

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stevebabey · 1 year

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Congrats on your milestone!!!

❤️ I would love numbers 30 and 34 from list 3 if possible- please and thank you 😊

hey hey!! thank u for being here! this was a toothrotting set of prompts for which i applaud u for dear GOD <3 i hope u enjoy it as much as i enjoyed writing it hehe - FYI: fem!reader

It’s a snot-fest, honestly.

Like anyone can blame for crying on your wedding day. Well, you call it crying but Robin had called it blubbering which might be more of an appropriate word for it. Some silly part of your soul sings when she tells you that Steve is doing no better, two doors down the hall from you, and apparently on his 2nd box of tissues already.

How the pair of you are going to survive the ceremony is beyond anyone.

You do, though. It helps that it’s not really a proper ceremony. There’s no priest, no officiant that isn’t just one of your friends. Along with a series of other undisclosed skills, Murray surprisingly has the legal power to wed you. Strange man, you think to yourself, but you’re thankful for it. Keeps the wedding among friends.

It’s small numbers, just enough of you to fill the backyard. You get married amongst the flowers, in the evening sunlight, just enough of a breeze to swish your dress. It's a perfect first event to hold in the glorious backyard of your new home.

Will had painted the bunting that’s strung above your heads, pastel and dreamy, fluttering in the wind. The bouquet in your hands was gathered by Erica and Lucas, who had taken the job very seriously, and found beautiful purple and yellow flowers from the nearby meadow. Eddie pleads Steve to let him set off fireworks after the ceremony, sneaking you a wink that tells you he probably will anyways. It's hard not to feel utterly surrounded by love.

Steve’s eyes are already red rimmed by the time you meet him at the altar.

His vows are short but bursting with love. He promises all the important things, like to always split the last pancake with you, to only use his puppy dog eyes when he really wants something, and to never let his girl go a day without a proper good kiss.

After your teenage adventures with alternate dimensions, the til death do us part comes as easy as air. And you mean it.

Despite all your practice, the kiss is a bit fumbled — too much excitement between the both of you. It‘s a bit alike to the first time you kissed Steve, way back when. This time, however, the clumsy kiss means something different all together. Steve has no shyness around kissing you; it’s his own excitement for the future trickling through. For your future together.

His warm hands hold you tightly. You don't even mind that Steve hasn't waited for Murray to tell him he can kiss the bride.

As Murray announces your official union, Eddie and Dustin yell like they’re attending a concert and not a wedding, hooting and swinging their ties above their head. Robin attempts to join them but can’t get hers undone for the life of her and instead, helicopters it around in her hand while it's still attached to her neck. Steve laughs as he steals a glance at the small crowd, the garden filled with love, and swallows, his throat thick with emotion.

He turns back to you, eyes shining, and presses his forehead down against yours. You feel full, breaking at the seams with how affection runs wild in your veins. You think you could live in this moment forever — could bottle it and drink it and get stupidly drunk with how in love you feel.

“Thanks for marrying me,” Steve murmurs, words wobbly. Words meant just for you. His eyes scan your face, the brown a bit lighter through his tears. You wonder if he’s committing this moment to memory as you are. “Wasn’t sure I’d have any takers for a minute there.”

You startle a laugh that comes out doused in emotion. A poke at the time he’d floundered for dates for more than a year after the break up with Nancy; at least, he had until you came into the picture. There’s irony in it, considering how you’d seemed to be enamored with each other from the very beginning.

You think you’ve always known you’d end up here, with him, one way or another.

“That’s okay,” It comes out awfully sentimental, even as you aim for a jest. “Any time, really.” You say, with an insistent nod and another wet-sounding laugh.

Steve’s chest tightens impossibly — he feels like he’s got no heart at all, just a cavity that you fill with burning hot love. The flowers dance in the wind behind you, your friends clap and cheer, but it all feels worlds away. There’s no room for any other emotion, just love.

“I have never loved you as much as I do right now.” He says, voice sappy beyond words. It’s genuine, the words as tender as they are softly spoken. It’s a whisper on the wind but not a secret.

You don’t need to tell him the same, he already knows. You remind him with another kiss and finally remember your friends, feet inching towards the makeshift aisle. There’s bouquets of wildflowers tied to the seats with twine. You’re in love.

“C’mon, husband.” You say, grin like starlight. Steve thinks he could hear those words forever.

join the celebration!

#kenny.... the bouquet... that detail is there just for u baby #anyways damn i hit myself in the heart with this one #thanks for marrying me is SUCH a cute prompt omg #thank u for requesting!!!!#MWAH #ruby's very own tour of hawkins #ruby writes steve #stevie blurb!#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington x you #steve x reader #canon steve hasn't cried #my steve (real!) cries so hard on his wedding day bcos he loves love #does steve's joke land? maybe not who cares no backspacing allowed at this point #ciao!

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hestiashand · 9 months

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sasuke normally doesn’t like sweet things, but he does like naruto

sasuke week day seven — happy birthday sasuke

[ ID: a digital drawings of sasuke and narutos faces. a slice of carrot cake with a single lit candle in in the foreground. sasuke leans in to blow out the candle, and naruto smiles widely looking at sasuke. sasuke has pale skin with a scar on his jawbone and a dark blue shirt. naruto has brown skin, light freckles, and brown eyes and wears a light blue shirt. END ID. ]

#sasukeweek2023 #HAPPY SASUKE DAYYYYYYYY RAAAAAAA #the babies of all time are growing up :’)#gah…#and happy end to sasuke week everywan #i loved seeing all the sasukes this week hehee #mwah thank u for running this event hehee #i shall now return to my regularly scheduled posting ahsjshsjhs #naruto #uzumaki naruto #uchiha sasuke #sns #narusasu #sasunaru #jitters art #jitters naruto art

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acrosstobear · 2 years

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MICK SCHUMACHER’s 2022 Singapore GP ⇉ a summary, part 2

✅ *peers into your soul* ✅ thirst trap disguised as an 🧊 bath ✅ rain delay 👍 ✅ *whistles* 😙 ✅ "should I take a selfie?” 🤳 ✅ big pouty baby playing with classic cars ✅ anthem disassociation time ✅ *moaning* “it’s nice!” 🧊 bath thirst trap pt. 2 ✅ "Woah!” *lurches forward* “Bye Bye!”

#mick schumacher #f1 #formula 1 #singapore gp 2022 #schumi summary 22 #HUUUUUUUGE THANKS TO KYLE FOR THE FOOTAGE OF THE THUMBS UP #THIS WOULD NOT BE COMPLETE WITHOUT YOU KYLE MWAH #hes a baby the ULTIMATE baby i dont think hes ever been more baby than the last gif #LITERALLY thats me when im feeling playful all tiny voices and baby behaviour #I SEE U MICK

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socksandbuttons · 5 months

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CRASHES INTO YOUR WINDOW

IT IS I, THE GREAT PAPER'D!!! YOU WERE ALL FOOLS TO THINK I FORGOT ABOUT THE MAGNIFICENT SOCK'S MAGNIFICENT BIRTHDAY!!

I HAVE BROUGHT A GIFT!! FOR YOU, DEAR SOCKS!!

INSIDE CONTAINS... !!

A BABY ECLIPSE!! HOW WONDERFUL!!

UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN!!

CRASHES INTO ANOTHER WINDOW

OH MY GOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD NEW PAPER SONA AND BABYYYY CLIPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I WILL FORGIV THE BROKEN WINDOWS!!!!!!!

#DVJNDKSD LOOK AT HIM... SO TINY... ANGRY BABY!!!!#mwah such a cutie #THANK U PAPERRRR #ENJOY UR DAY/EVENING!!#paperd returns

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theolddivorcedzukka · 8 months

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hey mutuals so like i said i’m taking a break from tumblr and the atla fandom at the moment but i decided to come back here to write this post just for peace of mind and all that. if we are mutuals and you engage in minor/adult shipping and other types of proshipping or support or follow people who engage in this, i ask that you unfollow me. my boundaries and thoughts on this have always been in my carrd (even though that thing hasn’t been updated in a year?? but that’s irrelevant to this post) and id expect that if your thoughts on it have changed and suddenly you’re in support of it, you’d unfollow me. ok byeeee take care all 🩷🩷

#anyway i’m pinning this im so sorry littlespoonsokka/bigspoonzuko post i’ll come back for you baby #but yeah i’m sure all of you know what i’m talking about but i’m not gonna namedrop or anything dbsisvsuerisenyosheisbsi #anyways byeeeee 🩷🩷#oh also thank u to everyone that left me nice asks about this mwah mwah #vee keep talking

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kotenokk · 1 month

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nine people you’d like to know better

tagged by My Beutifull Princess @thebhorror

last song: nights on broadway cover by ninja sex party 🧍🏻

favorite color: BLACK

currently watching: the bear :3

sweet/savory/spicy: idk i go thru the cycle of mm that was a yummy spicy/savory now i need a sweet mmm that was a yummy sweet now i need a spicy/savory but i THINK i have to say sweet i luv a treat

relationship status: engaged hehehehehe…. mawwiage next year

current obsession: back on my trigun bullshit but also the locked tomb and always homestuck in the back of my mind

last thing you googled: gundham tanaka……. do not ask i am on shit beyond comprehension

no-pressure obligatory tag and if u got tagged already im sorry <3 @horrorknife @old-stoneface @merlinmerlot @oof-imsotired @maligmanant @dreamyzworldlove @iridescentluminescence @imaginary-appearance @cutthroatpixie

#thank u precious baby mwah mwah mwah #tag meme

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boxwinebaddie · 6 months

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I swear when you do the voice recordings of you reading it's like the equivalent of Ike getting a call from Raven 🙏

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA this is so STINKIN' cayooot!!!! my darling, if you request a certain part of any chapter i promise i will read it to you <3333 fair warning i'm not a voice actor, but i do know all the dialogue pretty well and i will be funny, i swear, lmao <3 :')

-uncle nina's story time power hour

#this is so cute oh my god i want to cry #pls thats high praise bc ravens voice is ofc *jersey vc* just like heaven #but yes anytime u want i will read to u guys awwww #just tell me what u want to hear #this message made my whole day thank u baby mwah mwah mwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah

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swagturtlethings · 1 year

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TODAYS EPISODE GENUINELY FUCKING DESTROYED ME GOODNIGHT I NEED TO GO CRY IN MY ROOM NOW

#MY BABY #NOBODY TALK TO ME IM NOT OK #RANPOS LINES IM #I #I DONT HAVE WORDS IM FEELING MANY THINGS RN #also studio bones i will kiss u mwah thank u #bsd #bsd season 4 #bsd s4 #bsd yosano #yosano akiko

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pinkanonhopes · 5 months

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NUMBER 69 >:D

HI BABE

my number 69 is: am i blue? by goerge shearing. maybe not my favourite one from him but still. iconic. very interesting piano piece.

#thank u baby #mwah mwah #leo's askbox #ask game

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luyo-mi · 5 months

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Helloooo I hope I haven't flooded your notifs in a bad way, I just liked ALL your works with obm tag and I. am. melting. I. am. not. sane. No longer okay. YOU DRAW EVERYONE AND EVERYTHING SO GOOD my heart can not take this much beauty!!!! then again, really really sorry for spamming you with likes I hope you don't mind them :')

Thank you so so much 😭💕

I don’t mind at all, I actually love it when people go nuts in my notifications it makes me feel like Jesus frfr

Omg its bringing such old memories from my obey me days sighhh one day I’ll draw my boys again for old times sake tehe 😩🩷

#obey me is the first fandom that I’ve ever drawn for so it had a special place in my heart #not to mention I met a lot of amazing ppl as well thru it #and ofc I’ve improved so much bc of the game and my children so I thank u all 😭💕💕#giving my babies kisses all around mwah mwah #antiromanticbaby 🩵#sorry for the late response I’ve been sick and lazy lol

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impishsensei-a · 7 months

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jikoku asked: ❝ stop talking to me like i’m a child. ❞ from megumi !

despite years of being a teacher and being there for megumi and tsumiki when he could, satoru still found he actually wasn't the best with kids. megumi especially was an enigma despite him arguably being the one satoru was closest to. damn teenagers... he was starting to understand yaga's exasperation with the likes of himself. however tough dealing with megumi was, he knew he personally must've been an even worse nightmare.

"the child who's acting like a child wants me to stop treating him like a child? that's rich," satoru barks out a laugh, but it's clear he's really not all that amused by this situation. it's rare that he gets serious, but even someone like satoru knows when to be playful and when to get his act together. he didn't mean to scold megumi. really, that wasn't his intention. he was just... concerned. worried too.

"listen megumi," satoru begins, resting his hands on megumi's shoulders as he looks down at him. it's funny how he can still see that same kid he first started looking out for all those years ago. where had all the time gone? he was growing up way too fast. satoru was starting to feel old. "you're still young. a teenager... a kid. it's okay. you should cherish it while you can, not seek to grow up sooner. i don't need you trying to shoulder any more burdens than you already do. just... lighten up. you never know when it's all gonna come crashing down, y'know?"

#( answered. )#thank u for the food i love this mwah mwah #i have no idea what theyre arguing about but sdhjd #( you can count on me; v: babygumi and dadjo. )#( my baby here on earth; jikoku. )#jikoku

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