#Dark Mustache
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fatstache · 2 years ago
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Perfect stache, perfect chest, hairy dreamboat
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tiffanyachings · 1 year ago
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Matching T-Shirts for You and Your Weirdly Codependent Cousin
based on this excellent post by @casgirl
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boxmakesart · 7 months ago
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Random Luigi doodle because I’ve awakened a newfound obsession with the Super Mario Bros series omggggg
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jadecantcreate · 3 months ago
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i wanted to write a quick 3-chapter fic for day 4 of loa shiptober (how they met i think) and i (a fool) was like. yeah. i could totally write 3 chapters in a few hours. i was wrong. SO wrong. haven’t even finished kremy’s (the first one).
so instead have a maybe-past-kremy design that im conflicted about compared to his current design, as a peace offering
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dilfcherricola · 1 year ago
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I think there’s also a conversation to be had about how people think androgyny is waify and thin and wolf cuts and eyeliner. like some people are butch. some people have crew cuts and body hair and tits to the moon. or beards and hourglass figures.
i feel like everyone is all uncomfortable seeing people who are androgynous in a non tiktok kind of way but thats most of the androgyny i know! i know normal people who arent put together 24/7 who are androgynous in sweat pants and sundresses and first thing in the morning. there is more than one way to be androgynous and it isnt always a choice.
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caterpillarinacave · 3 months ago
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Using the computer as a babysitter for Jed and Octavius is all fun and games until they figure out how to use Larry’s credit card
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puppyfail · 5 months ago
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RUFF
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autism-swagger · 20 days ago
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So here's what's been nagging at me recently: It's offhandedly mentioned in season 1 that Skye is a high school dropout. Does she ever like. Get her GED? At any point in her life?? Does it happen offscreen or something? Or did this government institution/gang of fugitives hire (and eventually temporarily give the position of director of the entire agency to) someone without a high school diploma. Yeah SHIELD is fictional, but you still need a diploma to work for the government.
Also that's another thing. Does SHIELD pay her?? In season 1 it's a recognized branch of the government, so they definitely pay their employees at that point, but I doubt she has a bank account. I don't think she even has a social security number. I'm pretty sure she's not even an American citizen.
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shirohimeko777 · 3 months ago
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So, according to the results of the poll, the winners are ,,My transgirls headcanon's part 2"
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not-a-matopoeia · 4 months ago
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Good Luck Babe? He read the lesbian masterdoc
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starsanddaggers · 5 months ago
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slowly becoming a mustache truther i fear
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mothgodofchaos · 2 months ago
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Maybe some platonic father figure Dark with a reader who is his half demon kid that got sent to stay with him due to the sudden emergence of their demon powers? It's okay if not
Family
So I was originally just going to make it Dark... but now you kinda got a whole ass household. Oops. Enjoy having gay dads!
Darkiplier x Wilford Warfstache, GN!Reader, TW: vague childhood trauma Words: 905
You were unceremoniously dumped on your father’s doorstep with your things, your mother no longer wanting anything to do with you. The last time you saw him, you were maybe in… kindergarten? It’s been years since then, and you’re not even sure he’ll recognize you. Your mother constantly would badmouth him all the time, clearly bitter from the divorce. But you had trouble believing that he was truly that bad, especially since anyone else’s accounts of him always spoke the opposite of him. 
You’re not even able to knock on the door before someone opens it. He’s a flashbang of vibrant color, even with a pink mustache to match.
“Oh dear! Damesies, it’s one of yours!”
He calls back behind him, and you hear quiet footsteps approach the door. There’s a faint ringing as a hand grips the door, pulling it back to reveal a second man. He looks shocked to see you, looking you over. He doesn’t look at all different from how you remember him, if anything a bit older looking. Your eye catches matching wedding bands on their hands, and you take a brief moment to wonder if your father got remarried.
“Dearheart? Why are you here?”
He peers past you into the driveway, just to be met with a middle finger from your mother as she speeds away. He sighs, placing a hand on your shoulder and helping you get your bags inside.
“I should have known this day was coming… she tried to change you. I told her it would not work, but she never listens.”
“Change the… demon thing?”
“Yes, sweetheart. She used to have priests and nuns babysit you, and you would just scream until your throat was hoarse. Eventually all the local churches refused to look after you, and several of them had reported your mother.”
“Wow… I- don’t remember that.”
“That is perhaps for the better. Wil, could you possibly show them to their room?”
“Of course! Papa Wilfie will handle everything!”
You turn around and your stepfather is gone, along with all of your bags. You turn around back to your dad, all of the emotions of being reunited and abandoned hitting you all at once. He sees the change in your face, opening his arms to you.
“Hey, it will be alright. You are safe here, you always will be.”
You are accepted warmly into his arms, holding you tight to make up for all the years of missing you. He doesn’t let go until you do, knowing you badly need this hug, not knowing the last time you felt love from a parent.
“Wilford is my husband, we have been married for quite a few years. You do not have to refer to him as anything if you do not wish to, but know he will care for you and handle whatever he can. He enjoys being rather involved. You will meet your adoptive brothers probably after dinner.”
“I have… brothers?”
“Yes, but go get your room setup. I will be in the kitchen if you need me.”
Dark kisses the top of your head, letting you run up the stairs to find Wilford.
“P-Pops-?”
“There you are, pumpkin! Got your room all set up with your things! Your bathroom is through that door there, and your closet through there. Although I would suggest not getting the two mixed up.”
He gives you an exaggerated wink with a laugh, letting you take in the sight of your room. It’s a bit bare, but you notice lots of photos on the walls of you and Dark when you were little. Stuffed animals sit on your dresser that you haven’t seen in years. You pick up a wolf stuffie, one that reminds you of the last day you saw him. He had given this to you, but it mysteriously disappeared a few days later. Considering its pristine condition, you wonder if your mother gave it back to him. You hug it close to your chest, tears forming in your eyes again. Wilford approaches behind you, placing a hand on your shoulder.
“Here, come sit down on the bed, pumpkin…”
He guides you to the bed, trying to not rush anything as right now, he’s not much more than a stranger to you.
“Would you like a hug? I’ve been told I give good ones?”
You nod, and you receive a soft side hug. A quiet, sad squeak emits from the action, although you’re not exactly sure where from.
“I know your father may not show it, but he has been so worried about you, sugarplum. And it may take a bit to get used to living here, but we won’t force anything on you. I especially won’t. I don’t know if Damien told you to call me that but-”
“N-No… I wanted to.”
Wilford’s eyes sparkle as he looks down at you, already so proud to be your pops. He hugs you a bit tighter, a hug you guess will become a familiar comfort to you.
“Well, I’m very proud to be your pops. And your father is very proud to be your dad, and never stopped loving you.”
“I was told I have, brothers?”
“Oh yes! And they may be a little eccentric at first, but they take that after me. Well, they both do, in different ways. They also take after your father in other ways. You’ll see.”
“I look forward to it.”
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gaytedlasso · 1 year ago
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long lost
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courfalicious · 2 months ago
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sid embracing his villain era i see
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moonchild-in-blue · 3 months ago
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Oh mother, tell your children Not to do what I have done Spend your lives in sin and misery In the house of The Rising Sun
#okay but can we agree? House of the rising sun? beautiful amazing incredible timeless masterpiece? yeah?#all i want is to put on a cute 70s dress with the bell sleeves and some gogo boots and get my hair all pretty with the flip curls#and go to one of those really cool and dark and lowkey shady bars you see on the movies. with a pool table and a jukebox#hard-looking bartender with an impressive mustache named Mitch or Hank#and go up to the bar and he'd be like “whatya having doll?” “oh. anything sweet please”#and he hands me some soda-gin or whatever with a lemon slice. and the guy next to me notices my drink and is like#“hey Mitch. give the lady something nicer eh? maker a double from the back shelf. extra ice”#“i'm fine with this actually. i don't drink whiskey” “tonight you do sweetheart”#and he's wearing some really nice jeans and boots and a dark shirt and a leather jacket. dark hair but has some freckles. charming smile.#“what is a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this? i think them church youths go bowling next door”#“i am not lost. can't a girl enjoy some music” “does the boyfriend know?” “i answer to no one”#and he takes a long drag of his cigarette and chuckles. Mitch brings my new drink as gives him a look before drafting some beer#“so. the pretty lady likes a little danger eh?” “the lady has a name” .#i take a sip of the whiskey and try real hard not to cough. he thinks it's funny. i think he's a little cute#“does she now? and does the lady dance by any chance” and he's standing up quite tall and offers me a hand “she does”#and we go to the dance floor near the jukebox where quite a lot of people are dancing and eventually this song starts playing#and he kisses me surprisingly gentle and tastes like menthol cigarettes and hard liquors and I'm definitely a bit dizzy from the drink#he probably has a cute name like Daniel (Danny is what everyone calls him)#and maybe he has a bike or a really nice convertible. obviously red. je offers to take me home but we're just driving for a bit instead#“didn't you daddy taught not to get into stranger's cars?” “my daddy also taught me not to kiss pretty boys and yet”#“so you think i'm pretty?” “pretty enough”#and we laugh to the wind and the radio is on and this song starts playing again and it's a perfect moment#anyways. great song great band 👍#darya's mixtape#Spotify
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fiiresiidefrfr · 9 months ago
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Here's the very rough pic I made for @son1c and @sonlc 's April Fools joke.
No, I'm not super thrilled about the quality, but in terms of digital art, the only tool I have is a mouse so I'm good with it.
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