#biggo

[beebear55]

heaven on earth

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHH

heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeelp

[dragonbma]

in reference to your post ^^

I hope you feel better soon! Take breaks when you need them, drink water, avoid stressing yourself, and stay healthy <3

Love your art btw, and can’t wait for the next chapter

The steller ✨

Don’t come between a woman and her gratuitously poofy coat-

[xneeshx]

Concept for Trainer Bakugo and his arcanine, Dynamight 💥

[doodle-hell]

【P5: APOTELESMA】 

*hits your emotional support cat with the mascot beam*

[whoisthatstrangeimbecile]

The woodsman as a character is so terribly underrated in the otgw fandom. I'm glad he's getting some love finally.

BRO EXACTLY my man deserves all the good things, he is one dedicated man

[leafie-draws]

I was talking about splatoon today and I couldn't remember the trio's names so I kept calling them Biggo, Sprackle and Dot

[szappan]

why do i have to find an occupation is it not enough for me to indulge in my interests and maybe tell people about them if i feel like it

[fallen-aster]

Yes! The gorgeous ones are for main course and the crack and memes for dessert! 🤤

mithrun is such a good character, half the fanart for him is gorgeous heartbreaking illustrations with lots of symbolism and religious iconography

and the other half is stuff like “here’s peepaw in target he lost one of sandals in the dvd section”

[oboemily]

[inkonsistentsky]

thinking about the parallels of sggk's "but you loved your own life; so i blame you less" and virgil's orpheus' "a pardonable offense, if the spirits knew how to pardon" like the inherent sin of humanity and how acts of evil aren't equivalent to an individual themselves immediately being tainted, sth sth forgiveness and its relations to religion (comparison between greek vs christian religious absolution maybe)

[rayssion]

Guys just imagine being a side character, you're walking around normally on a beautiful sunny day, you hear rumours from the other campers about this newbie kid that killed the minotaur barehanded, later on you hear about this very kid beating Clarisse, the biggo bully and now you're kinda intrigued.

Nonetheless next day you're playing capture the flag as normal and suddenly find yourself just kneeling before that kid that turned to be one of the big three kids then you proceed with your day.

Next morning, weirdo kid just straight up leads a quest, like the boy just got here and he's already making himself a reputation while some old ones are still not even claimed. Anyways the kid is accompanied by that tiny counselor of the Athena cabin (you know, that one kinda creepy child that stalks newbies around but you can't object because you don't want problems with the camp's best swordsman, yeah that's kid) and you're kinda shocked because those athenians are all about blah blah blah Athena did and blah blah blah we hate Poseidon.

Also that young satyr goes along, and you think oh weird then you continue with your day.

Fast forward a week later, they return, they are all friends now?? That fucking child just met Zeus?? He freaking whipped Ares' ass??? He got Hades' favor and got his mom back??? papa titan is back too??? Wait what LUKE IS EVIL NOW WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK???

And fast forward a year later, the Athena child just planted a kiss on the Poseidon kid's cheek and now you're invested in this reality show and you ship these kids together.

[your-ancestor]

I'm reblogging this so I can go back and read it tonight

A sharp noise, as of a single crack running through glass.

Power floods out of Luo Binghe, demonic energy billowing from him in a silent explosion. When the dust clears, the form that crouches over Liu Qingge is an inky black, the previously red-brown rings in his fur glowing like stoked embers. A massive mane, black and cinnabar, does nothing to hide the glowing red eyes and demonic mark on his forehead, right between the huge curling horns that jut from his brow. His snarling jaw unhinges to reveal long curving fangs; his plumed tail lashes.

Art for Determined Purrsuit by @/acernor

For Vic’s birthday 💕 May your year be full of cats and happiness 🎉

It’s such a good fic and there’s more art from our lovely friends in there :3c

[cozyunderworld]

I didn’t know that Joker(Hajun) put the engraving on Vinny helmet. 🥰❤️❤️❤️ SO CUTE JOKER IS BEST BOY 🥹. Wooin is just a biggo hater 😂😂😂

[7fatweeb]

[not-in-your-walls]

”What the hell am I supposed to do with this???” Kind of biggos

I’ve had enough of giants who just know what to do. Who are soft, caring, ect. And while I do still love those kinds of giants and interactions with them absolutely warm my heart, I need more of the opposite. Just imagine, a tiny encountering a normally very loud giant. A tiny who was spotted by an emotionally constipated giant who kinda just gives them a cold stare, but on the inside, they are freaking the fuck out.

Or another scenario- just imagine, an introvert spotting a tiny and they swiftly trap the in under a glass cup and just stare at them for what feels like hours, not knowing how to start up a conversation, or how to deal with this. Or another thing, a giant, while in a panic, picks up the tiny, but their grip is a little too tight to the point where it’s either uncomfortable, or it hurts.

Basically, imagine if you weren’t in the g/t community and so you’re just an ordinary person who happened to stumble onto this tiny little thing. What would you do? How would you react? Would you be as gentle as you might think?

[littlescaryinternetguy]

You're half-asleep when you feel the tremors. You know what, or rather who, it is. The wall to your right slides away and the space is filled with my face, looking in and, hilariously, having an expression of deep trepidation as I try to be as quiet as I can. As if. "What? Get in here," you mumble, affecting anger but laughing inside. "I wish," I whisper. "Work awaits." "Fuck woooorrrrrk," you warble, waking one of the cats. Hearing no reply from me, you decide to make the decision for me. "Well then take me with you." You see my face brighten in the dim light. Could that be what I wanted all along?

Probably. You'll have to ride me for that one later, you think.

My hand crowds into the room, filling it and then some. My fingertips brush the side of the bed and you roll dramatically on. I'd clap if my hand wasn't otherwise occupied. My fingers curl, bringing you just a bit farther, then everything spins and rotates and you slide down my fingers into a pocket, army green and soft with age. You know that on the inside wall, the side facing me, you once wrote MY ROOM NO BIGGOS ALLOWED OK in Sharpie, and you know it's still there, a joke for you and me and nobody else. After a moment, blankets from your bed and a couple pillows drop onto you. You nest, deep in there. I look down. You're deep in, so far that I can't even see you. Barely a lump. Nobody will notice. I've got you, hidden in plain sight. "You ready?" I ask quietly. You reply: three soft thumps against my chest for 'yes'. I tap three times by the pocket, and then stand up and plod away, towards work. Am I jealous? Damn right I'm jealous. But I'll get my turn. And anyway, it's not so bad being big when you've got a great tiny to be big for. No, it's really not bad at all.