#a lil something

[khonshupropaganda]

[evolnoomym]

Hiiii💚

I’m offering a warm and tasty bowl of broccoli-potato-cream soup to y’all.

Something to comfort us through these times!!!

The Moon loves youuuuuu 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

(Also, I almost burned my hand and spilled soup while trying to get a good pic 🤡)

Some love for you:

@aurorawritestoescape @milla-frenchy @thundermartini @joelmillerisapunk @itsokbbygrl @chaotic-mystery @gothcsz @letsgobarbs @kiwiharrykiwi @stellamarielu @penvisions @beardedjoel @joeloverture @almostempty @jolapeno @moonlitbirdie @pedropeach @pedgito @syd-djarin @pedrospatch @toxicanonymity @ovaryacted @strang3lov3 @beefrobeefcal @joelsdagger @cubiclehoe @probablyreadinsmut @magpiepills @maggiemayhemnj @grogusmum @mrs-hardy-hunnam-butler-pascal @sunshineispunk @always-andromeda @shellshocklove @iamasaddie @toomanystoriessolittletime @pedge-page and whoever else sees this, please also have some soup!!!!💚💚💚

[lazygyodza]

Soft snuggles r crucial for ur mental health

And Good Catch Lady and her affectionate monster Husbando r very serious about their mental health! Hehehehe :3

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Lil snap of wip - bigger ver on my ✨pillowfort✨ and 💦bluesky💦

[koalazephor]

Mmmmm feral child

[honeygrahambitch]

Let's think about this possible scenario. Will pushes them both off the cliff. So when they hit the water, he doesn't intend to fight. He doesn't intend to survive. The last years of his life could be defined only by the word dilemma.

He couldn't live with him and at the same time he couldn't live without him. So the answer was clear for them both. He was going to play God and put an end to the dilemma. He was no longer looking for answers but rather running away from questions. He was not going to try and fix the broken teacup, no, he wouldn't rather take the little piece into the depths of the ocean so no one would ever try to fix it, as a reminder of what could have been.

Not even God had been able to put those pieces together.

He had felt the most powerful when he had defied God in the greatest ways by commiting the greatest sins in only a matter of 5 minutes. First, by killing Francis and second by giving up life like that.

But God didn't matter anymore. God was not his God. He couldn't care less about his judgement and punishments and sins and blessings. Hannibal was his God. Through the last years he had faithfully accepted Hannibal's punishments and sacrifices and all his blessings and believes. And it felt more intimate since he didn't have to share his God with other sinners who wouldn't be capable to understand the genuine trust you should have in your God.

Most sinners pray to God out of fear. Will prayed to his out of something that couldn't be put into words but for the sake of the narrative we shall call it love.

The cold water of the Atlantic rushed through his throat and lungs like cyanide and he didn't try to fight it. He allowed it to take control over his whole body. He felt a continuous pressure over his chest and for a split second panic entered his veins like fire as his whole body stiffened at the same time as the sensation of choking was slowly dominating him.

The rhythmic pressures on his chest continued and when he expected it less, he felt like he could breath. He knew he was probably going to be crushed by the force of the atlantic and by the enormous quantity of water that was pulling him to the bottom. But what was this feeling?

Was it death? Was it only a hallucination? His lungs and muscles ached and felt heavy and soon Will wondered if he had already reached the bottom since he could feel the sand between his fingers.

The pressure on his chest increased and he heard himself cough violently. How can one cough on the bottom of the ocean?

His eyes opened at once as if he had been awakened from a nightmare. He was violently coughing as a pair of strong arms helped him sit and then hit his back with enough force to make him throw up what felt like a few liters of water.

When his coughs quieted down, fatigue took over. His vision started to blur and he felt the same pair of arms catch him before hitting the sand. He was aware enough when he saw Hannibal's face.

He tried to murmur something but Hannibal didn't let him.

"I cannot allow you to die, Will." He had explained as if he had read his mind. As if he had felt that Will wanted to scold him. He knew it was futile. He had died back there, crushed by the waves but Hannibal, his God, had brought him back to life. He had collected every piece of the teacup which Will had tried to lose into the ocean and had fixed it.

"I am here and I am not leaving without you, Will. Not this time." He had said as he had brushed off Will's wet curls off his forehead.

All he could do was to nod and breath heavily. He was alive. He was more alive than ever right there on the beach in Hannibal's arms.

It did not feel like a dilemma anymore. Not at all. The question marks were replaced by clarity. The same clarity he saw when he looked in Hannibal's amber eyes.

He had the beauty of a dark angel banished from heaven because he had dared to fall for a human. And not only to fall for him but to bring him back to life as well. Hannibal had defied God just as much as he did by fixing the teacup. By playing with faith and circumstances.

"Hannibal, I..."

"Try to rest now, my dear Will." He had said softly but Will kept talking.

"I see my destiny in your eyes. All of it."

[tomodachi-to-koibito]

dear sweet lord baby jesus help me-

disney thank you for firing this moron. please fix this in s2. holy cow I'm-

[grimbcks]

𝕰𝖛𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖕𝖊𝖗 𝕱𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖘 𝕸𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖞 . . .

𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜. 𝙾𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚎.

•❅✧❅✦❅✧───❅•••❅───✧❅✦❅✧───❅••••❅───✧❅✦❅✧❅•

𝙸𝚏 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚊𝚢:

{non-magical girl transformation}

"I see now why no one hires mortals. . ."

-

"Fortunately I'm used to waiting, so I'll be here to scold you when you wake."

[fodlansbestmom]

“Byleth.. is so beautiful..”

Was she daydreaming? Perhaps.

[tomodachi-to-koibito]

wtf is the algorithm what in gods name

I type goat ON ONE REPLY and I get this on my radar??? RIGHT AWAY???

katsuhiro harada

[tomodachi-stargaze]

haven't seen my mom since Christmas and I missed her but now I really wonder why

she's more dysfunctional than ever- just as self serving, doesn't consider my sister or what we do around here since she doesn't even LIVE here

she expects to be entertained but her idea of hanging out is trauma dumping about trauma that isn't even hers (spoiler: ITS MINE)

I love my mom but I don't really miss her- I miss the memory. (－‸ ლ)

[fzrticv]

Fizz always took a while to get ready. Was makeup necessary if you wore a mask? For sure not, but he did so anyway.

It made a bit nostalgic, he hoped he would get to perform again eventually too. But for now, he would just try to enjoy to ball.

Not that he would wander off away from Ozzie much anyway, not that this is new. The jester had been sticking to sin like glue years ago.

" Well, how do I look?" Fizz asked his white queef while looking at himself in the mirror "The purple and orange goes nicely for the ring of gluttony ain't it?" Precious made a happy squeak which made the jester chuckle.

" You and the girls better be nice while daddy is gone yeah?" they pat her.

He just had to wait for Asmodeus to get finish and then they would be good to go.

[sanctus-ingenium]

split tongue

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF nightmare foxy is a huge fan of Roxanne Wolf,,

[lazygyodza]

Lil warm up 💕💦

Good Catch Lady and her affectionate monster husbando celebrating the heat season

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Sketch is a lil bit wonky because I'm figuring out how to draw in the Autodesk sketchbook on my tablet and it's unusual - the feel of the pen and screen, so yeah

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As always full version on my ✨pillowfort✨ and 💦bluesky💦

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[prlssprfctn]

AU, where Bruce accidentally gets de-aged (physically and mentally), and the first person he bumps in is... Red Hood.

To Jason's defence, he didn't connect the dots at first. He was just patrolling around his usual turf, thinking of nothing in particular, when he saw a small child in a ridiculously serious suit, sulking around Crime Alley. He looks distraught, and considering that he looks rich, it is no surprise - that is not a place for him. So, he is either lost or something happened, right?

He takes the helmet off, as he usually does when he is dealing with kids (they got scared easily) and carefully approaches a brooding baby.

'Hey, shrimp. Where are your parents at?'

That said shrimp turns around, his big blue eyes looking confused and lost, and Jason thinks he looks awfully familiar.

'I am not shrimp,' he protests instantly, pouting at him. 'And they are somewhere... here. We just left the movie theatre together!'

Jason glances at the abandoned movie theatre, back at the little rich boy with a familiar frown, and it clicks. This is his fucking dad. Suddenly, a kid - but it is fucking Bruce Wayne, for sure.

'Was watching Zorro by any chance?' Jason still asks, just to be sure that he is not going insane.

Bruce - and it must be him - beams at him.

'Yes! This is a great movie, by the way.'

Oh, hell. At least, he didn't witness his parents' death just yet. Jason wasn't sure he would be able to deal with his father being so small, and mourning his mom and dad. He would probably cry himself at some point.

'Hey,' Jason calls out for him slowly, squatting down; God, who would've thought that this little shrimp would become so tall and big in the future. 'Aren't you... You must be Thomas's kid, right?'

Okay, yeah, Jason is going to lie to this kid. Because there is no way he manages just to steal Bruce as a stranger to bring him back home; it is still a kid, even if it is his father. Right?

'You know my dad?' Bruce tilts his head, little fingers tugging on the hem of his jacket; suspicious.

'You could say that,' Jason nods. 'Alfie... I mean, Alfred called me. Asked me to pick up a kid, since Thomas and Martha got an urgent call.'

Fuck his life and stupid life choices. What the hell he was even doing? He looked like a mugger; or like a psycho. But Alfred was his best bet - he could call him, after all; ask, well, support his idiotic made-up story.

'No one calls Alfred Alfie but my dad,' Bruce pouts in a very, very spoiled manner.

'Well... I do. We served together in the army,' he blurts out.

His armour, apparently, is enough a proof for the kid to nod slowly.

'Okay. But you gotta take off your strange mask first,' Bruce folds arms on his chest.

...???

Did this kid just agree for an unknown man to take him home? Like this? Who could've thought that this pouty child would become the most paranoid man alive in the future?

'Uh, why?'

'So I can remember your face and do an identikit, if you turn out to be a bad guy,' Bruce smirks stupidly. 'Duh.'

Jason is going to cry. This kid is so cute.

'Yeah, duh,' Jason huffs, but despite his better judgment takes the domino mask off as well. 'Go on, take your time. My identikit should be the prettiest, shrimp.'

Bruce... gawks at him. His eyes are comically wide now, mouth open, and then, he jumps a little closer to him - oh, God, he is jumping when excited? - putting his hellishly cold hands on Jason's cheeks.

'Woah. You look like dad.'

'Uh,' Jason nods awkwardly, and because he is an idiot, adds a joke: 'We are brothers, actually. Just don't talk much.'

...Apparently, little Bruce can't take jokes. Because he lets out an adorable gasp, and throws himself on Jason as if they knew each other for ages now.

'Uncle? That's so cool. You look like Zorro!'

Damn this little kid, and this stupid family. Damn Joe Chill and the night he killed this kid's parents. Damn it all. Bruce might be an asshole sometimes, but he was so... cute and innocent.

'Thanks, shrimp,' Jason slides a domino mask back on, picks up little Bruce with one arm, and grips a helmet with another. 'Come on, let's go home. Alfred will make your favourite tiramisu.'

'You know my favourites?!'

Jason sniffles.

'Yeah. Yeah, I do, kid.'

If he gets so emotional over this kid, he has no idea how worse Dick is going to be once he finds out.

Oh, this is going to be one hell of a night.

[honeygrahambitch]

"I don't need you to tell me that I will become my true self." Will says and pauses."I need you to tell me that you will love me no matter what I become."