#cbbh

[sardonic-the-writer]

poll because i got curious. feel free to explain why you torment (think) over it the most in the tags! reblog if you vote for more reach

[starscollide0]

Bad is talking about DSMP eggpire lore and the original DSMP ending and OH MY GOD

Basically to sum it up, the characters within the DSMP were pulled in from different places to be DreamXD's "play things"

The DSMP universe was supposed to be in control of DreamXD. Everytime some big catastrophic event would happen, he would reset the cycle.

The original ending would've had everyone go to the end and try to kill DreamXD but before they could, he would've reset the cycle.

The egg was a product of that never ending cycle, trapped inside of it getting re-buried and having to get rediscovered every time.

This is not helping the dsmp relapse...

[ellecdc]

Hello dearest, how are you?

Congratulations for the exams🥳 hope you get better(because I know exams can get us mad LOL)

CBBH

Do you think Draco would ever pull the “you are not even my real mother” to Vix, and if he did what would be the others reaction

hi sweets! thanks for your sweet words and also your request - I've not been spending much time in my CBBH universe but I know this is how most of you found me, so here's your request!!

Sirius Black x Vixen!reader who deal with a tempertantrum from Draco

CW: brief mention of the war, brief mention of character death, adopted child worries, parental struggles, fluff, hurt/comfort

Sirius barely had time to throw up a silencing charm down the hallway to the baby’s room before he heard the door slam and heavy foot falls head towards the kitchen. 

“Draco Malfoy!” He heard you call sternly; Sirius winced at the use of the full name. “Do not walk away from me when I am talking to you.”

“You’re not talking to me, you’re shouting at me.” The ten-year-old argued back.

“I would not have to shout if you would- I’m not arguing with you.” You corrected yourself, finally following Draco into the kitchen where Sirius could see his son’s red and frustrated face whilst yours looked frustrated and exhausted. “I have specifically told you again and again to not fly your brooms south of the manor!”

“I know!”

“Then tell me why I had to come chasing you lot all the way to the Jones’ farm  lest you be seen by muggles, or worse, hit the power lines! You know I don’t just tell you not to go there to be boring, right? To be bossy? It’s to keep you safe, Draco.” You insisted severely. 

Draco had the audacity to scoff at you for that. “Why are you only shouting at me about this? Why not yell at Harry, huh? He was there too!”

You stuck your tongue in your cheek as you raised your eyebrow at the boy. “Because Harry is not mine, Draco. It is my job as your mum to-”

“BUT YOU’RE NOT MY MUM!” Draco screamed, causing the room to fall painfully silent. 

You and Sirius had never tag-teamed in your parenting; there’d never really been a need to. Draco had always been a super easy child, and both of you trusted the other to handle it, or, to let the other know when you needed back up. 

But this, this was uncharted territory, and Sirius wasn’t completely proud of the fierce protectiveness he felt roar to life inside of him as you let out a disbelieving breath. After the war - your death disappearance, finally finding you again only to have you snatched out from under his nose, and then to finally be able to care for you the way you so deserved to be cared for - this felt like an assault on Sirius’ favourite person; son-or-not, Draco had crossed a line. 

“If Harry’s not your son, I’m not your son either! So sod off with your lecture!”

“Draco.” Sirius barked, causing you to hold out a hand in your direction.

“Sirius, don’t.”

“Love, he-” He started.

“Go to your room, Draco.” You ordered; a determination in your eyes Sirius wasn’t sure he’d ever seen from you before.

It didn’t appear Draco had either, if the slight wavering in his glare was any indication. But it appeared his frustration and stubbornness won out as he continued to stare at you defiantly.

“Go to your room, now.” You repeated quietly.

The boy finally turned and stomped his way down the hall before slamming his bedroom door behind him; Sirius wanted to smack him upside the head for that alone, let alone what he’d just said to you. 

“What the hells has gotten into him?” Sirius asked in disbelief, seeming to startle you out of your shock as you moved to grab a glass of juice from the cool storage.

“He’s just frustrated.” You muttered quietly.

“We don’t talk to each other like that.” Sirius argued, earning him a tired sigh from you.

“Well, apparently we do now.” You said as you sat at the table across from him. 

Now that you were stationary, Sirius could clearly see the reflection of the manor grounds from your glassy eyes as you stared unseeingly out the window.

“You okay, my love?” He asked quietly, reaching a hand out across the table to yours. You sniffled and took his hand quickly; your muscles relaxing slightly as he rubbed soothing circles across your wrist with his thumb. 

“I’m fine.” 

And there may have been a period of time where Sirius would have believed that, but the two of you were nine years into your parenting game, and fourteen years into your relationship, so Sirius liked to think he knew better.  “I’m going to go talk to him.”

“Don’t.” You spat; your hand creating a death grip around Sirius’ hand forcing him to return his arse to the seat. “He’s upset, Pads.” You offered more gently. “Let him cool down.”

“How many times have you told James the same of me?” Sirius teased, eliciting a sad smile from you, though it was a smile nonetheless. 

“He’s just like his dad.” You whispered, looking close to tears again. 

“He didn’t mean it, my love.” He implored, causing you to shake your head. 

“Doesn’t make it not true.”

“Vix…”

“She would be doing such a better job than me, Siri.” You let out through a choked sob. “She should be here with him; he deserves his mother.”

“He has his mother.” Sirius argued; feeling the protective anger bubbling up again in his oesophagus. 

“Sirius.”

“He deserves his mother, but he was gifted with you, Vix; we all were.” Sirius pressed severely. “He is unbelievably lucky to have a mum like you.”

You took a shuddering breath and let it out with a sigh. “I just wish I knew I was doing a good job with him.”

“You are.” Regulus said in a bored tone, causing the two of you to jump nearly a foot in the air.

“Buggering fuck- how long have you been there!?” Sirius shrilled.

“We were literally mid-conversation before your wife and child stormed in, Sirius.” Regulus drawled. 

“Fucking hells.” 

“Children are bastards.” Regulus continued as if the two of you weren’t currently trying to restart your hearts. “And just because you’re doing a great job with him doesn’t mean Draco’s any less of a bastard.”

“Okay, well, I don’t know that you should be calling my son a bastard?” You argued in the form of a question.

“Well he’s sort of acting like one.” Sirius muttered petulantly, earning him a kick in the shin under the table.

“Narcissa trusted you with him, Y/N.” Regulus pressed; grey eyes boring into yours as memories of the final months of the war that only the two of you were privy to passed through your understanding. “And she was right to.”

And like the creepy fuck he is, Regulus turned and silently left the room; floating like a victorian ghost haunting the halls of Potter Manor.

“He’s a weird bloke.” Sirius proclaimed, earning him another kick in the shin. Luckily for Sirius, he knew the kick was coming and caught your ankle with his hand, holding your foot hostage under the table. “But he’s right, my love. You’re the best mum.”

“As good as Effie?” You asked quietly.

Sirius felt his left eye twitch; he wanted to say yes, because you’re you and you’re his and you’re perfect, but he also felt he couldn’t because…well…Effie was the greatest mother in the whole wide world?

Thankfully, you simply chuckled and reached a hand across the table to caress Sirius’ face. “Thank you, my love.”

He quickly turned his face to kiss the palm of your hand before he stood up.

“Okay, I’m going to go talk to our bastard of a child.”

“Sirius!” You scolded, but he was already half way down the hall. 

Sirius knocked twice before he propped the door to Draco’s bedroom open, where he saw the little squirt laying face down on his bed with his face shoved into his pillow.

Sirius took a steadying breath as he closed the door behind him and moved into his oldest child’s room.

Patience didn’t always come easily to Sirius; that is to say, patience and grace was not his automatic response. 

But he refused to be like his parents; he wanted to be better.

So, he thought of Effie, and Monty, and Hope Lupin, and you, and he sat on the edge of his little boy's bed and placed a gentle hand on his back.

“Hey buddy.” He said quietly, rubbing circles onto his back. The only sign Sirius got that Draco had heard him was a small sob into the boy’s pillow. “What was that about? Hm?” He continued gently.

Draco let in a (quite disgusting, if you asked Sirius) sniffle and sat up on his bed; face wet and red, littered with tear track stains.

It always felt like everytime Sirius blinked, his children were bigger than he remembered them. But right now, Draco seemed so small; sitting in front of Sirius was the sad and scared one and a half year old boy who had just watched his birth mother die whilst protecting him as his adopted mum shielded him with her body. 

And in that sad, scared, distraught little boy's face - with eyes so much like his own - Sirius saw himself, too. 

“What’s the matter, Draco?”

“Does she hate me now?” The boy let out in a sob. 

“Does who hate you now?” Sirius asked disbelievingly. 

“Mum.” 

“Oh, buddy, no.” Sirius replied emphatically, pulling his son into his lap and cradling his head to his chest. “Mum could never hate you, my love; she adores you.”

“I don’t know why I said what I said.” Draco admitted.

Sirius let out a sigh as he rocked the two of them back and forth. “It’s because you’re a Black, buddy; our words cut deep. But we have to be better than that, Draco. We need to say what we mean and mean what we say; we never know what tomorrow brings.”

“I love mum, I really do.” He insisted. “I was just so mad at being scolded and…”

“And maybe a little embarrassed being caught doing something you weren’t supposed to?” Sirius offered.

Draco let out a shuddering breath and nodded his head.

“Your mum loves you so much, and it scares her when she thinks you might get hurt. She made a very important promise nearly nine years ago that she would protect you with her life, buddy. She takes that promise very seriously.”

“I’m sorry.” Draco whispered as he sat up in Sirius’ lap. The boy wiped at his face and looked at his father imploringly. 

“I’m not the one who needs an apology, buddy.” Sirius whispered back, pushing a lock of blond hair away from his son’s face and making a mental note that Draco was due for a haircut. 

“What if she doesn’t forgive me?” He asked timidly. 

Sirius leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the boy's forehead. “Your mother has forgiven me for far worse, my love. Come on, let’s go talk to her, hm?” He offered. 

And Draco quickly nodded and slid from his dad’s lap, reaching a hand behind him to grasp Sirius’ before they made their way back to the kitchen to make amends with Draco’s mum.

[strawbeboyhalo]

BadBoyHalo fanart im proud of still 🫶

[evermoredeluxe]

Taylor performing The Black Dog/Come Back…Be Here/Maroon as the surprise song on piano

- The Eras Tour in London, England (N1) on June 21, 2024 (x)

[dusical-moodle]

little little creatures who can do no wrong

ignoring their laundry list of crimes

[10/19/22]

[jubmato]

i have never really drawn csam before. or ctechno. or cbad for that matter. outside of a shitpost like 2 years ago. this was also all done in one sitting so there are deffo mistakes but i cant be arsed to fix them

i managed to hit 30 tags on this btw. ive never done that before. wild

[mayorspatula]

haven't drawn these freaks in a while. gaybian t4t malewives GO

[skepdogy]

bad boy halo ... if u even care

[lemonyplainalt]

while looking up duo names I found out that the duo name for dream and Wilbur is "MutuallyAssuredDestructionDuo" like who the actual fuck came up with that???

[cr0wbees2]

AYUP !! ive been busy drawing for my ic ask blog @ctommyasks - sorry ive not been around much here i gotta find stuff i feel like drawing to post on this account , if anyone has any suggestions, send em my way! ive gotten a lot of silly ideas from questions asked on the ask blog acc - working with prompts helps me sometimes :]

anyways, here's all the stuff ive drawn for the ask blog so far (see the blog for context to all of these):

please send me art requests/asks if you have any :33

[justcallme-ange]

Hello! I've been loving your WIP sketchdumps lately, and I wanted to ask if you possibly have ever drawn c!BBH before. He's my 3rd favorite DSMP character (right behind c!Techno and c!Dream), and would love to see him in your art style. However, if not, no pressure! I was just wondering. :D Have a good one! Can't wait to see your future projects.

Actually I have! There’s only a few sketches, since I’ve been mostly focused on the rivals, but I hope to do more with his character once I settle on a design.

Also thank you for all your comments so far - seeing all the details you notice is really encouraging, and I appreciate you taking the time ^^

[starscollide0]

Can't sleep, thinking too much about c!skephalo trauma after the eggpire..

just imagine... I think cbbh would have some crippling, insomnia-inducing nightmares about the egg and the vines after he was "freed" from the egg. He'd have like that feeling when you think you have a bug crawling on you, but you don't, except he would have it with the vines.

Feeling them crawl up his legs or wrap around his wrists. Maybe he'd feel them choking him, but when he'd check, they wouldn't be there.

Bad would be shaking and crying in his sleep, mumbling strange things and skeppy would wake up and have to shake him awake. (c!skephalo share a bed c'mon now) He'd try to comfort an unconsolable bad say things like, "Bad! Bad you're okay! You're free from the egg remember? The eggs not here bad, there aren't any vines, you're okay."

Bad wouldn't sleep that night, or many other nights for that matter.

[thatdepressedturtle]

"I SHIP SKEPHALO"

"I SHIP FOOLHALO"

and I ship both.

yet I don't ship foolish x skeppy.

and thats okay.

its all fictional charecters, guys.

and don't anybody in the tags be like "b-but the content creators are pretty cute together-"

GOOD FOR YOU AND YOUR OPINION, THIS BLOG IS ONLY ABOUT THE CHARECTERS IN EVERYWAY.

do I hate or dislike the content creators? No!

I just want to keep it fictional unless its serious.

thank you :)

[dandelionsketch-moved]

playing around with some stuff today with a sloppy style… it went in a fun direction… i like the compression artifact look

[evermoredeluxe]

Taylor performing Come Back… Be Here/The Way I Loved You/The Other Side Of The Door as the surprise song on guitar at The Eras Tour in Lisbon, Portugal (N1) on May 24, 2024 (x)