#HES FUCKIN BABIE

[megamindsupremacy]

So like, y'all know that popular Star Wars fic trope of Time Traveling Obi-Wan Kenobi where he dies and then wakes up in his 11ish year old body back in the Jedi Temple? You know how usually he wakes up, has a few minutes/hours of confusion, and then goes about trying to act like he was at age 11 while slowly fixing everything wrong with the Jedi Order? Personally I think he would not do that.

I think that Ben "Lived As A Wizard Hermit For Two Decades On Tattooine, Left, And Then Died Immediately" Kenobi would wake up as an eleven-year-old, have a panic attack, attack the nearest adult Jedi while accusing them of Doing Weird Sith Shit To His Brain, fucking flee, only then realize he has time traveled, steal someone's ship, go flying out of the temple to god knows where, continue panicking, crash into a random moon while distracted, nearly die, build a survival camp out of his broken ass ship and eat whatever bugs he can find, get kidnapped by pirates, overthrow said pirates, steal their ship, and then very calmly return to the Jedi temple like nothing happened.

Then and only then do I think he would start trying to act like a normal human person (while also dodging questions such as "what the fuck was that" and "where were you" and "is that a pirate's ship?"), except he'd be bad at it due to having lived as an Insane Wizard Desert Hermit for the past twenty years who has experienced enough trauma and time that he doesn't super well remember the details of his childhood, what with all of the wars and death and wars and such.

His acting convinces nobody, but nobody is sure what exactly to do about All Of That so he's for the most part left alone (after very vehemently refusing sptherapy), all the way up until he catches a glimpse of palpatine out of the corner of his eye and then its On Sight

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 105

 A cult summons the ghost king. Except they don’t. Instead they get these tiny white-haired triplets of toddlers blinking at the summoning circle looking confused. 

 They’ve gotten the ghost princes and princess instead. 

 The very young princes and princess who are none too pleased and going to cause problems on purpose for both rogues and heroes alike. As godlings de-aged into their ghost age are like to do. 

 Meanwhile in the Realms, Pariah is staring down at where his trio of ghost toddlers that Clockwork had handed him when he had first woken up and was still groggy just disappeared from. He looks over at Fright Knight, his dearest brother, who looks just as shocked. 

 Clockwork is going to kill them both if they don’t get the kids back now. 

[yuwuta]

roommate katsuki lore time: 

your job isn’t as physically demanding as that of a pro-hero, but it is equally, if not more time intensive. your friends often comment you seem dead on your feet way more often than they do, and you have to agree. so when you decide to scrounge up some extra money and hire a private chef, you think it’s the best decision you’ve made in a while. 

your friends would seem to agree—and some tease that maybe you should ask your guy if he can cater to izuku, too. except for katsuki, who seems appalled, betrayed, and disgruntled. it takes all but one week about you gushing over the meals your chef has prepped for you for katsuki to show up to your apartment in the middle of the day, while you’re at work, and the chef is in your kitchen, kindly ask him to leave forever, and get to work himself. when you come home, you’re confused and pissed when you realize katsuki has fired your saving grace, but the anger falls flat on your tongue when you’re interrupted by the blonde spoon-feeding you the most delicious bite of steak that you’ve ever had in your entire life. he’s way too smug watching you physically melt about the food, and ordering you to sit down and have a proper meal. 

he tries not to be endeared by your stuffed cheeks, but there’s a satisfaction brewing in him that he can’t quite place. all he knows is it won’t be taken away from him again; that’s why he flicks your forehead, throws a dish towel over his shoulder, and says, “make room for my shit here by the end of the week. and don’t complain when i put all your spoons together in one drawer,” before heading over to the sink to wash up. 

you don’t even get until the end of the week before katsuki is barreling into your apartment with boxes and clothes and, “this is what we call a stainless steel pan in the wild. ever seen one before?” prompting you to reach up and pinch his ear even as he cackles all the way to the kitchen. you suppose, in the end you can’t complain. you get to live with your best friend, you get free catering, free cleaning, and it takes you two months of living together to find out katsuki’s paid off your rent for the rest of the year, too. you know, what friends are for. 

[cynicallyneutral]

sasuke wants his new year's kiss :kissing_heart:

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

katsuki, to me, is so dramatic. when he deems you haven’t been paying enough attention to him when he’s hanging out in your room, he decides he has to become the most insufferable person on earth.

katsuki pokes and pulls at your cheeks, bites you randomly and when you don’t cave he rolls on top of you with his full weight despite your groans and whines of protest and he doesn’t budge no matter how hard you shove at him cus he has those stupidly big muscles and hes so stupidly strong. he pulls your shirt up slightly above your belly button and blows wet raspberries all over your stomach. you’re squirming around and desperately pushing at his head to push him away and catch your breath but he doesn’t move an inch and you can feel him smirk against your skin, the asshole.

when he finally, finally stops and you can finally breathe he grips your waist with all his strength and squeezes hard and chuckles when you glare at him cus he thinks he’s so funny.

he pokes at your stomach and the absolute bastard straight up laughs in your face when you pout at him, shit eating grin on his face as he weakly defends himself “that wasn’t even bad, quit being a baby.” you huff, crossing your arms “you jerk, what was that even for?” you ask. he smirks.

you’re pouting and glaring at him but fuck do you look cute, and more importantly you’re looking at him and to katsuki, that’s mission accomplished. he grabs both your arms and brings one of your hands to his lips, his other hand intertwining with yours. he bites at your hand and chuckles some more when you glare at him but you don’t pull away and he feels your hand squeeze his.

“jus’ felt like it.”

[artuurle]

because today has been a Bizzyboy kick for me i decided to sketch my hcs about the height and builds of these guys. who knows if i draw them like this again or iterate upon the designs though.

Also calling out how horribly I dressed Grujaja. theres a reason i did it but its still foul XC

[lifemod17]

📸: Sydney Gawlik

Call him a waiter the way he's always SERVING

[thelone-copper]

WHOOOO MISSED HIM???????

He’s the silliest ever,,,,,I missed drawing him I’m ngl

ALSO WOWZERS MOB ZACH IS FUCKIN RAD AS HELL— I’d imagine him being very mf good with meat hooks so of course I drew his scary ass with some🤭🤭🤭

[sanjiafterhours]

Honestly we've been ROBBED off a connection between Sanji and Baby5 because they have similar scars of childhood neglect, and it manifests into their adult life as this visceral craving of being needed by other people even at the expanse of their own wellbeing but at the same time sanji has this habit of building other people up meanwhile baby5 is very devoted and nurturing towards the one who gives her attention and it'd be heartwarming to watch them interact because they would've understood each other's behavior on a deeper level and be able to form a beautiful healing bond

[sluckythewizard]

PART OF A BIGGER DOODLE PAGE. WHEN ITS DONE ILL TUCK THE LINK INTO THIS LITTLE X RIGHT HERE ----> [X] I REALLY REALLY LOVE THE TOM N JERRY DYNAMIC W EMIZEL N VEX. IMAGINE BEING SO SO HAUNTED BY A LITTLE GUY THATS JUST SSSSOO FUCKING ANNOYING.

[saintbleeding]

[ID: two drawings of a roughly-toddler aged Jon Sims and his mother. Both look like heavily weathered polaroids. Both Jon and his mother have medium-brown skin, dark, curly hair, and brown eyes. In the first picture, Jon is in overalls and a jumper, sitting on his mother’s lap and staring offscreen, chewing on the tip of his index finger, as she gazes lovingly down at him. She wears glasses and a blue blouse under a brown waistcoat. The photo is captioned “Jonathan & Ameerah, Oct ‘89”. In the second photo, Jon is wearing a red onesie and his mother’s glasses, grinning cheekily up at her as she laughs, one of her hands clutching both of his. The caption says “thief! Scoundrel!! Fiend!!!” End ID.]

it’s been two years one month two weeks and three days and jon jarchivist is still my sweet precious angel what else is new

[dhmis-autism]

a few experimental ducks in dresses originally made to mess with some brushes, then some palettes, then some textures...

do yourself a favor and listen to some caro emerald while you look at these ones lol!

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 95

Captain Marvel, new Den-Mother (despite the fact he himself is a child even if the league isn’t aware of that fact) for the Young Justice team blinks. Klarion, so-called chaos lord, blinks back in the middle of a spell. 

He tilts his head. The other baby realms-being mirrors him. His own magic-fueled core pulses, and a chaos-core vibrates back. Oh. Ah. So that’s what’s happening. 

“They can’t play right now,” he explains to the barely-younger ancient-in-training, ignoring the team’s incredulous looks at his words with the practice of someone who had to deal with the voices of gods all the time. And Batman’s narrowing eyes. Scary. 

The chaos-core thrums in a distinct pouting-sensation, alongside a whine unique to young ghostlings. A whine that he replied with, even if only they could hear. Come play later, busy now, he insisted again, even if Klarion’s pouting was turning visible before it shifted to a scowl. 

“Fiiine…” And then the chaosling was gone, his familiar with him. Billy really wished he could join in disappearing, seeing the info-hungry look in the others’ eyes.

[wolf-tail]

This is an absolutely bizarre thing to say but I find it funny and comforting that so many of the scariest, meanest, war crimiest 40k characters were babies once. Like, barring certain weird scientific exceptions, everybody was a baby once. The bloodsoaked Night Lord about to turn you inside out was once a tiny helpless baby. Tyberos of the Red Wake? He was a toothless infant once. Kharn the Betrayer? Once upon a time, thousands of years ago on Terra, he was born, wailing and needy, not even able to walk, let alone bear a chainaxe. All the Primarchs started life as babies, and though they didn't stay that way for long, they were still babies. There was even a time once, in ancient days before even Mesopotamia, where you could hold the Emperor of Mankind in your arms and coo at his widdle feetsies and chubby cheeks.

[thedeadedhooman]

cuteness aggression

[romatito]

i pulled myself up by my bootstraps and drew a little venezia