#HAZ IS THERE

[errordient]

I am so normal about this comic all of a sudden…

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Babys way too sad to keep a solid form :'(

Paperjam belongs to @7goodangel

Fresh belongs to @ loverofpiggies

Sciswap and gradient belong to @askcomboclub

Gaster

Also, here's the last panel without the text because I really like how it came out.

[ultravioletness]

I’ve been making gay knights (and ladies) collages on my phone at work

(Part two)

[gloomzter]

SOMETHING SUN AND MOON FINALLY QUALIFY FOR !!! 🔥🔥🔥

[hazoret]

Me watching the tank get hit with an attack that gives them like 8 status effects

[micoz-field-of-dreamz]

in bills eye(s) love and fear and the same thing. he loved his parents, but he also feared them. you may be asking, “why would he fear them?”

well, i know the answer, or at least, ive come up with one. its heavily hinted at that bill was ostracized for being able to see into the third dimension. and his parents actively tried to supress it. we know this because of a poem that was recently found. note this is a shortened version.

Fussy eater, Baby Billy / Wouldn’t drink unless it’s silly The doctor says three sips a day / Will make the visions go away

in this poem, it’s also said the doctor wanted to make bill blind. thats why he feared his parents, because they were actively supressing his ability and were hurting him, wether they knew it or not.

bill’s parents may have loved him. but this, at least in my eyes/based on personal experience, could be abuse. and if it is, this is a great example of abused becomes the abuser. abuse isnt always about not loving somebody, abuse can be wanting to change somebody/your child/your partner/anyone really for your own benefit.

bill’s parents did it, and bill did it to ford.

[hellyeahpancakes]

yay ! yippie !

[donttellunclesam]

"Steve throws one of those raised-eyebrow looks over his shoulder. 'You coming?' he calls, badly hiding a laugh as he watches Eddie waddle along behind him in his big dumb yellow jacket."

haz read my mind and wyn asked nicely, so here it is! based on the lovely, sexy, hilarious collab fic baby it's cold outside (but it's real warm in your mouth) by @wynnyfryd and @griefabyss69

[mothman-did-nothing-wrong]

I WAS WAITING FOR MY NEXT PAYCHECK SOBS

[hazyla]

I have been thinking about this since I played dual destinies special episode

[talesof-old]

literally anything with dad!james please he would be the best dad ever

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james potter would’ve been the best dad ever 😔

pairing(s): dad!james potter x pregnant!reader

warning(s): reader is pregnant though it’s not the focus, james as a dad, reader is a mom, breakfast in bed, i picture harry being a very happy child okay, if you see any mistake no you didn’t

word count: 941

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“Shhh, we don’t want to wake Mummy up yet.”

You shifted in your bed, face pressed against the pillow. Faintly, you could hear the giggles of James and Harry, muffled by the closed door. You sighed. Sunlight filtered in through the gaps of the curtains, shining across your bed in brilliant beams. The clock on your bedside read: 9:28.

You rubbed your eyes, hauling yourself from the bed and shuffling into the bathroom. You were quick to finish your business, palm resting on your swollen stomach. In a few minutes, you’d managed to brush your teeth and straighten your hair, choosing to instead investigate the reasoning behind your husband and son’s laughter.

“No! Mummy…” The words were loud and petulant from your son, though James at least had the decency to wince. You frowned.

“You’re s’pposed to be in bed.” Harry was waving his arms about like you’d foiled their whole plan. You spared a glance at your husband, amusement already taking root. Both of them looked a mess, hair askew and clothes covered in flour. You crouched down, holding your arms out to your son. He humphed but complied, curling into your arms and nuzzling into your chest.

“Morning, Haz.” His response was quiet as he let you hold him. Four years old and already a carbon copy of his father, you were certain he’d give James a run for his money as he got older. Your heart pinched. Time had flown by so quickly. Your baby was already walking and talking and playing, and soon enough he’d be off to school. Tears pricked at your eyes but you willed them away, shifting your hold on Harry to pull him into your hip. Your back strained but you ignored the twinge. James pressed a kiss to your temple.

You raised a brow. “Breakfast in bed was the goal.”

Harry wrapped his arms around you, resting his head on your shoulder. You rubbed his back, rocking back and forth as you smiled.

“Should Mummy go back to bed then?” You poked Harry’s side. He giggled, swatting at your hand. “Yes!” You laughed, running a hand through his messy hair and kissing his forehead.

“Help Daddy, alright?” Harry nodded solemnly as you put him down. James’ eyes were soft as he regarded you, fondness oozing off of him in waves. You leaned forward, lips locking with his for a brief moment before you heard your son making gagging noises at the two of you. You pulled away with a mock sound of offense, chasing him back to your bedroom with the threat of tickles. Harry’s screams of laughter echoed through the house as you made your way back to your bedroom.

It was only once you’d settled back into the sheets that James called him to come back to the kitchen. The soft patter of his feet leading him away from you had your heart steadying. Your boys, however wild they were, never failed to want to spoil you.

The sound of plates clinking down the hallway had you grinning. James pushed open the door, bent over Harry, hands hovering over his to make sure he didn’t drop the tray. His still chubby cheeks were red and his eyes focused as he shuffled towards you. You cooed as James helped him set the tray onto your lap.

“You helped with this?” You made your eyes comically wide as Harry climbed onto your bed, kneeling on the blankets and grinning. “Obviously.” He shrugged.

You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped you. Obviously. James rubbed the back of his neck and gave you a sheepish look. “He helped with the pancakes.”

And sure enough, the oddly shaped pancakes could’ve only been done by your four year old. “Are you sure? Looks like the pancakes you made me last Sunday.” James’ mouth fell open in indignation. Harry, using your distraction, took a quick bite of your muffin before shuffling to lay under your covers.

You rubbed his head. “Comfy, Haz?” He nodded, burying his face into the soft fabric of your pillow.

“I make pancakes wonderfully, thank you.” You hummed, grabbing the fork and taking a bite. James watched with bright eyes. You leaned closer to Harry, whispering, “I think you make them better than Daddy.” Harry’s giggles were muffled only by the pillow as James flopped down beside him. You kept a hand on the tray to prevent any messes.

“My own family has betrayed me.” He grabbed a hold of Haz, blowing raspberries on his stomach as he shrieked. Your cheeks began to ache from smiling, but god, did you love them. Harry wiggled from James’ grasp and jumped off the bed. You watched as he rolled and smirked at his father, goading him into a chase. James, never one to lose, not even to his son, was up in an instant. He chased him all throughout the house while you ate. While quiet mornings were few and far between, you couldn’t help the way your heart melted at the sound of your son’s laughter or the way James treated him with so much love.

The laughter dissolved and soon enough James was carrying Haz back to your bed. James’ voice grew loud as he spoke. “I’ve got my little traitor!” Your son flopped down, eyes shut as he caught his breath only to cuddle back up to you.

“I love you, even if you don’t like my pancakes.”

James kissed your forehead, cuddling up to Harry. You hummed.

“Don’t worry, honey. I love your pancakes.” James half-heartedly hit your shoulder with his pillow.

“There are children around!”

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[peachbun2439]

Finale

Sjzjzjzzj I love them so much also dearest artists I got you. *gives og pose :33*

[cloudysfluffs]

REALLY considered not posting this one.......might delete later

ns//fw and/or ki//nk blogs please dni!!!

[echabodecranr]

SAY HELLO TO I.M.P !!!!

Your favorite "Immediate Murder Professionals"

(Kids die for free !)

Description:

This is my redesign to the I.M.P (Loona is coming too and the line arts). They are part of my Hazbin Hotel project called the Limbo Hotel, basically a rewrite with some Ocs and a lot of redesigns.

Their background is slightly different, I will reveal them soon when I do the line arts.

Curiosities:

In my version Wrath Imps like Millie have goat features and only 3 fingers in each hand. 

The greed Imps like Moxxie have 4 fingers, bigger hands and claws, a more orange tone, a snoot and sharper horns to remember more of a dragon.

Blitz is a hybrid, a mix of a greed Imp with a Succubus so......He is a special case. He is blind from the right eye, and instead of a tattoo the circus symbol is actually an hot iron mark like what farmers do with cattle.

[skizabaa]

He accessed the internet for the first time and printed his favorite image.

Mspaint comics hold a special place in my heart. Here's the comic page <3

[otter-byte]

Hate how the term "tracking pixel" has become almost normal, because if you called it "the 1x1 px image we load on every page to track you in a way you can't avoid without breaking the website" i feel like people would be more mad about it's existence

[hotforharrison]