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MORE BABYDOLL FACTS BC I CANT STOP THINKING ABT HIM

(Old peice)

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CHARACTER FACTTTT

Babydolls joints are removable, especially his head

If you want more facts I'm not opposed to a Q&A with BD 👉👈

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Old meme BUTT

i don't care

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The family photo

And masked ver

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Full image up there or smth

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A clingy son and big dad

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Mace: you're a pretty girl

Angel: I'm a boy

Mace: ...you're a pretty boy

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Maaaccceeee

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Drew this on my phone during a TWO HOUR YAPATHON

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“I hate that you're my father,” Lucky said. Pure honesty from the teenager's heart, but honesty sometimes hurts.

A lot.

Nathan stood still. Taking shallow breaths so as to not lash out or break down crying, or both. The silence was thicker than the blood they both shared. He was the best father he could be, he was always there for his children, showed equal love, but clearly that didn't work if his only son hated him.

“I hate that I look like you.” Lucky continued speaking. Peering at the floor, standing stiffly as Nathan stares down at the top of his sons head. They both had the same exact hair, the same nose, the same style, the same eyes. Nathan has heard that sentence one too many times, but the sentence was escaping his lips when he was a teenager. Everything Lucky has said, was something Nathan once uttered with real malice that still holds to this day. Nathan had nothing to say, I mean, what would he say? There was nothing to say sorry about since he didn't know what he did wrong. His heart felt like it was being squeezed by strong hands. Slowly squishing and fluids spurting out of the vessels.

“I hate that you named me Lucky.” That was something the boy hated, being given a dumb name that was just a lie.

“I named you that for a reason. You are lucky,” Nathan was finally able to explain something. A useless thing, but at least he was able to reply.

“Lucky? Lucky about what? No, you're right, I'm so lucky to have a father that's a goddamn serial killer.” There's the reasoning for this teenage hatred. When your father kills people, you begin to develop feelings against them. Nathan opened his lips and stayed quiet. Multicolored eyes flitting about.

“It's only bad people, I'd never hurt an innocent person,” He explains. It was true, he only went after bad people that deserve it.

“It's still murder, Nathan!” Hearing his full name instead of the usual “dad” was surprising. His eyes widening a bit. “I don't care about whatever explanation or excuse you come up with, you're a filthy killer!” Lucky spat out. Voice rising quite a bit, “And don't bring up your trauma because that's not an excuse for you to be a piece of shit!”

Nathan gave a dead-eyed stare at his once loving son that would follow his dad everywhere and copy everything he did, like in the morning he'd mimic the movements of his dad sipping coffee, but all that stopped after Lucky learned what his father did in his free time.

“Why do you have to be so mean and angry? Why can't you be like your sister?” Nathan finally lashes out. Repeating words his father would say to him. The moment he realized what he said, he felt a hot flash of anger flood his system. It wasn't for his son, it was for himself. He tasted his own anger, but he wasn't going to spit it out on other people like normally, this time he was going to swallow it and taste the salt. This anger was toward himself.

“Lucky,” Nathan began. But he didn't know where to start. Lucky stood still, glaring up at his father with the same eyes Nathan had. Nathan could see himself in those eyes. He saw a teenage him staring right up at him in anger. Lucky hated to be like his father, but they were exactly the same in every way. “I didn't mean that… I don't want you to be like Veronica, I just don't want you to be like me. Dye your hair, put in contacts, wear pastel colors,” Nathan swallows a lump and chews the inside of his cheek for a moment before continuing. “Change the way you look as much as you want, but we both know that we'll be the same no matter what. I love you, I do. You may hate me, but, goddammit, I love you. You are my son, a son I wanted. I wasn't wanted. And no matter how much you act out, that will not stop me from loving you. Curse me out, hit me, hell, you can even kill me, I'll still love you. I love you, I love Veronica, I love Ciera. You either accept it, or ignore it. I want you to accept it.”

Releasing all that information was a lot for him. His chest rising and falling. His arms fling out and wrap around his son's head. One arm around his neck and a hand resting in Lucky's hair. Hugging him close, Lucky releases all the tension and allows to be held. His arms limp at his sides, he didn't want to hug his father back, he just needed to be held for a moment. Nathan knew this is what he wanted, a young Nathan needed this too.

“I'm sorry…” Lucky apologizes. The tears heard through his shaky voice.

“I know, son. Let's just enjoy this…”

Ermmm not to be an ela teacher that over analyzes everything buuuuuuut... in the image, you see that Lucky is wearing practically the same thing as Nathan, this is show how they're the same person, just different font

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Babydoll and OG Nina would be besties

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What's this? More ship art? Yes

I'd grab that azz too mace

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I made the trans flag European

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I changed Angel's hair to his natural brown

Annyyyyyywaayyyyyy Mace with his dork ♡♥︎

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Baby Angel and his dad König

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After 6 years of being in the TMF fandom, being in every live stream for all the episodes, making fanart, and scenarios, i have reached the end of an era.

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My COD Ghosts OC, Baby Russ, they/them, private, 5'11, and happily dating to Logan Walker. The intersex child of Keegan Russ, as of 2027 they are 19, the age Keegan had them at. The star tattoos are a reminder of their mother, who offed herself, their mom loved constellations, so after they turned 16, they got the tattoos, along with their moms favorite constellation, Ara. They always dreamed of moving out of the US, but their father signed them up for the marines as soon as they were 18 to help fight against the Federation. They have always been a part of the anarchist party, so being forced into the military really made them feel like they failed their past selves by going against their own identity. Due to "wonderful" genetics, they received the many mental illnesses their mother had, along with their father's black hair and blue eyes. They bleached the hell out of their hair in their young teen years to try and not look like their father, but it always looked bad. They still try to hold onto who they were from those past years, even if it was cringe (i.e., nightcore, fanfiction, bad creepypasta refrences). They have been through a lot of identity crises, and Keegan was not very good at supporting them and their struggles of self identity, often sending them away to the woods where Elias trained his kids. They would proposfully injure themself so they could go home early. The bruises have healed, but in their left hip, there's a lethal gunshot scar from them shooting themself and blaming it on a sneak attack from the Federation at 17. Growing up with a silent father led them to being really loud and a little annoying from constantly bothering people for attention or any form of love. They're just a little guy I made, nothing serious.