#I can imagine it tbh

[virgil-is-a-cutie]

I hc that if Vaggie and Charlie have a kid, and you know her grandpa can see if said child has a soul and all that like for shits and giggles

He makes any male descendants of Lucifer's short like him and female descendants tall like Lilith or Charlie

[tbhimnoteasyonmyself]

Wait, guys. GUYS.

What if we're thinking this all wrong? What if Phee is not the murder boyfriend at all? What if Jin didn't betray Non in any way? What if it's the other way around!?!

What if Phee got fed up with Non never leaving that group of friends and HE left? What if Jin was the one to chase after Phee after knowing what happened for revenge?!? What if that's the real reason why he never asked for them to be more than friends?! What if Phee was just overwhelmed with guilt himself and that's why he never suggested it either?!? WHAT IF JIN IS THE KILLER?!?!

[bacchuschucklefuck]

january month of yuugi

[chloesimaginationthings]

Michael knows FNAF Moon is a lawsuit waiting to happen

[onesnoopyaday]

snoopy.exe 💻⌨🖱

Snoopy #10

11/10/2024

[i-ate-the-rats]

hehehehe oh shit indefinite sad dark shadow (⊙ˍ⊙).

[lightseoul]

a/n. feeling soft and yearning for 30-something boyfriend!bkg, so i just had to write something down on him real quick. enjoy! (0.5k)

thinking about quiet saturday evenings with bakugou, spent in the comfortable silence you've both worked towards in the brief time you've spent officially together.

you're in your early 30s now, and people your age are rushing to get rich or get buff or get hitched, but with bakugou it's surprisingly peaceful. you're in no rush, just seven months into this budding relationship, but that doesn't mean the people around you aren't.

"denki's getting married next year," bakugou shares out of the blue, breaking the quiet and sprawled so nonchalantly on his leather couch. you whip to look at him from where you're seated to his right, stunned.

"seriously?"

at that, he snorts. "crazy, right?"

you try to frown at his tone, but the corners of your lips refuse and fight to turn upward instead. "be nice, kats. i was referring to how fast they're going, not to the fact that he's getting married."

bakugou merely hums in neither affirmation nor disagreement. leaning forward, he places the mug of tea he's been nursing on top of the coffee table. "it's gonna be a pain in the ass either way. he asked me to be a groomsman."

you don't even try to tamp down the excitement that shoots through you. "he did? that's great, babe! that's so sweet of him."

he shrugs. "yeah, well. i told him i'll only agree if he included blue as one of the colors for the guests."

you feel your eyebrows furrow. "...blue? what's with that, specifically?"

bakugou frowns at you like you just told him the sky was green. "because that's your color?"

he says it so as a matter-of-factly that you buffer for a second, not knowing how to respond.

"…but the wedding won't be until late next year, right?" you finally ask when you get your words back, voice small.

"yeah?" he retorts without missing a beat. "what're you getting at?"

he asks the question in such a way that's bordering on challenging you, shutting you right up. the thing is, you've never thought much about the future, let alone one shared with bakugou, mainly because you didn't want to get way ahead of yourself and potentially get disappointed, yet...

here he is, talking so casually about it.

you look back up to see that he's still staring at you, goading you for an answer, and for a moment, you debate whether or not to have the conversation now.

the conversation where you talk about what the future looks like ahead of you.

but as you gaze back at bakugou's waiting, crimson eyes, and drink in the softness of his skin that perfectly juxtaposes the sharpness of his features, you decide to save it for another day.

shaking your head, you toss him the gentlest smile you can muster. "it'll be my honor to be your date to the wedding, katsuki."

at that, bakugou scoffs, but there's no missing the tinge of pink now decorating the high planes of his cheeks.

"who else would it be, dumbass?"

˖⁺‧₊ as always, reblogs, replies, and tags are appreciated <3 have a nice day!

[numbuh424]

it's going to go exactly as written.

[timethehobo]

Just a lil sweetie. Don’t hurt him.

[leftshiftwashere]

Showing him off because I'm proud as hell

I think the doorwings are one of the best parts because guess what! I animated them

So basically the animations they have: Idle, walking, running, swimming, jumping, hurt

He was a pain to texture and at some point I got scared I'll have to start from scratch, mostly because I messed up the files and the textures wouldn't apply. Obviously in the end I fixed it because I simply can't stop winning.

His animations also got a bit messed up. I planned for it to be possible to run and jump without the jumping animation interrupting the running one but oh well.(Not sure what went wrong I adjusted the priorities correctly)

Also I'm thinking of adjusting the hurt animation to be faster because it's not as clear

Annndddd also have a regular skin of him I made. He's very bald though

It's just that I got too hungry and bit his doorwings off. Whoopsies!

Anyway 👋

[hinamie]

playing around w slightly different hair renders

[bacchuschucklefuck]

a totem pole of hopeful idiots

[wolfwarrior142]

Aaravos with his first child: *loves her so deeply, profoundly devastated for a century after she's unfairly killed, causes chaos for centuries after*

Aaravos with his second child: Fuck this little freak lol

[horsemeatluvr23]

i had a dream where etho accidentally called bdubs 'john' on stream,, and in retaliation bdubs said 'yes horace'..... and that's how we found out etho's real name is freaking. Horace.

[talisthighs]

I’m crying at the idea of Viktor just storming up to Jayce with his “visions.” Girl You Need Help. You Require Medical Attention

This is literally how Jayvik is talking to each other in the lab

[demonic0angel]

When Babs started dating Tucker, she didn't think the biggest obstacle would be having to constantly stop him from hacking off his limbs so he could make himself a cyborg. His friends are no help in this regard, they think it's hilarious.

Tucker: "Babe, it's not what you think!"

Danny: *Holding a saw* "It's a little bit what she thinks."

Barbara took a deep breath. Then she closed her eyes and counted to ten backwards. Still closing her eyes, she said, “I’m going to wheel myself back out and when I come back in, this scene better be gone.”

She silently went backwards and closed the door, counted to thirty amongst the loud crashing noises and cursing, before she knocked curtly and then opened the door again, where the room was now relatively back to normal with her boyfriend and his best friend smiling at her nervously, hiding a saw behind his back.

Barbara turned to look at Tucker.

For a moment, neither of them said anything until Tucker broke and started whining. “But baaaabbbbeee! Aren’t cyborgs cool?”

Barbara slapped her forehead in exhaustion.

“Tucker! Replacing your limbs with metal is not cool!!” She glared at Danny. “And you! You should know better than to encourage him!”

Danny laughed nervously. “He… he was very persuasive?”

Tucker snorted. “Yeah, because I offered to give you pictures of—”

Thunk!

A batarang sank into the ground at their feet. Both Tucker and Danny were clutching at each other and shivering like chihuahuas left in the rain. Barbara grit her teeth. Sometimes, she wondered why she was a magnet for younger lovers.

“Tucker. I didn’t want to tell you this, but I’m afraid I have to. We already have a black cyborg. And he’s an actual, serious cyborg and part of the Teen Titans. His name is Victor Stone, look him up. So you can’t become another cyborg, we already have one.”

Tucker fell to his hands and knees in despair with a mournful wail. Barbara turned to Danny with vengeance in her eyes. “And you! Stay away from the Batkids! Or god forbid, I’m telling your sister!”

“What?!” Danny shrieked as he too, fell to his hands and knees in horror.

Barbara rolled her eyes at the two overdramatic divas on the floor.

Sometimes, she almost wanted to ask Jazz or Sam how they were able to survive these two for so long. Those women were probably saints of some kind.