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naruto-9tails · 1 month ago
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Closed plotted AU starter for @kiigan
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I can't believe I failed to bring him home AGAIN.
Once again the fact that he still hadn't fulfilled his promise to Sakura, his promise to Sasuke, had him losing sleep. No matter how hard he trained he just never caught up. He could never convince him to come home. All he cared about was killing Itachi...
Well maybe it was time Naruto switched tactics, instead of looking for Sasuke- maybe he confronts Itachi instead.
In the dead of night Naruto had packed his things and left the village with just a note for Grandma Tsunade that said "Don't worry about me Grandma! I'll be back home soon!" with a little smiley face and a peace sign. He knew she wouldn't sanction this, and he didn't want a team. This was something he had to do on his own.
For a week now he'd been looking for the Akatski member. No luck, naturally, he was hunting Itatchi of all people. Didn't mean he'd stop. Didn't mean he'd quit. He would NEVER give up on Sasuke. NEVER. If he had to look for fifty years he would.... but right now he was tired and needed some rest.
Camped out by a fire, Naruto stared into the flames as he ate some crackers. Thinking hard about what he wanted to say if he did find the older Uchiha.
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theartifxce · 2 years ago
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The Enemy of my Enemy
    There was a common misconception that if you and your foe shared a common enemy that somehow a bond would form to overthrow this mutual foe. But Johan had no friends – and he wouldn’t start now with his greatest adversary.
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There was almost a chilling excitement spreading across his skin once he stood at the foot of the stairs, knowing that the shadow of a man who evaded the world for so long was now bound to a chair in the basement. He would have reveled in the vulnerability of this man, if the circumstances were different.
But much to the blonde’s dismay, his lifelong desire to bury this Monster had to be stifled – because now lurked an even greater shadow in the depths of the underworld. This new fiend had fearlessly taken it upon himself to dance with the devil; despite the several warnings that had been heeded by so many.
Oh no, this bold man pranced along the casus belli that was of Johan’s entire existence when he decided to harm the one thing that mattered to him. Nina Fortner’s identity had been revealed from an unfortunate recording Johan nearly forgot all about until it had been used against him. From there the trail was everlasting – almost as if it had no source. But like a dog desperate for water, the blond dug and dug until everything that had been long since buried, resurfaced.
And the blood that followed along this path of mystery and deceit was boundless. The voices of the past first lead him to a familiar party – Gieldlitz and The Baby. Then it led him to some of the corrupt politicians hoping to run for the upcoming election. Johan even found himself entangled with the dealings of a Mafia from a foreign country.
But ultimately, Johan found himself right back to the beginning, piecing together memories that had been shrouded and suppressed. The group responsible for Nina’s capture not only wanted to take Johan down for all that he represented in the underworld; but they wanted to recreate the same Monster in which they could control; ironically, using the twin to replace the other.
To recreate the experiments of the Red Rose – that potentiality could only come to life if Bonaparta had left loopholes in his endeavor to bury his sins. The hauntings of his past now took form and awakened the Devil from its slumber.
A step forward creaked the wood beneath his feet, and as the blond casually embarked down the stairwell, his eyes were immediately trained on the other’s form almost instantly. Down below, the sunlight peering through from the basement window lit up the curtains of dust particles around the man’s face. The basement was half furnished, dirty and hopeless – and yet Johan offered him a lot more than what his dear sister was given when she had been locked up in a pitch black room.
“Mr. Klaus Poppe – you are quite the difficult man to find.” The words fell from his lips in a gravelly tone, destroying the reticence between them.  Johan stood still, shoulders wide and rolled back; depicting his proud demeanor. Casually, his hands were behind his back. Although on his face was a nameless smile; his unforgiving eyes bore into him.  “Or would you prefer your other many aliases?” He mocked. A reply had still not been provoked. 
                   Such a shame that the man would hardly pick up his eyes.
The Monster was hardly recognizable; he had a beard now and dressed like a simple librarian. But Johan knew, he would be able to see him for what he was through his eyes. He could never forget that cold, empty stare. Johan sat in the chair across from him and stared him down before breaking the silence once again to say, “I’m sure you’re wondering why you are still alive. So allow me to enlighten you.” He casually placed his hands on his knees and sat back. “You see, you were inefficient in cleaning up your mess. One of your prized lapdogs became too eager to follow in your footsteps.” 
He paused. 
“Surely you haven’t forgotten him, Petr Capek?” He waited for a reply and when nothing came he continued, “Although he wasn’t too hard to find; he did not have the ties and knowledge about the secret police I needed. Not like you did. To them, he was just a pawn in their grand scheme and he fed them well thinking he could follow in your footsteps by taking my sister again.” He allowed his words to linger, his voice monotonous as it bounced off the stone walls of the room. 
The man before him still remained like stone. 
 “But unfortunately, they knew he was the weakest link. So after getting most of the funding, they took everything and fled; including my sister.” Johan finally leaned forward, his eyes growing dangerous as he stared him down, 
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“The only reason why you are still alive Mr Franz Bonaparta, is because, much to my dismay, you are the only one who can help me locate her.”
@redrosedaddy​
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meandtheyeehaws · 1 year ago
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they are friends they are friends they are friends
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fanaticalthings · 5 months ago
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the muskification of twitter except it's lex luthor instead of elon lol
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irlplasticlamb · 1 year ago
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kazia parkerowska aka spider star is an 18 years old polish doomer art student who got bitten by a radioactive spider and then convinced (khe khe forced) into a superhero role by her kooky hippie auntie majka. woohoo. nothing better than to save the world when you don’t give an absolute shit!
prints + merch + commission info
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stealingpotatoes · 3 months ago
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“Into the Luke-and-Leia-verse”...
Okay now I want more of this 🤣💕🥔
luckily for you i also want more so I'm using you as a very convincing excuse
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(commission info // tip jar!)
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yayan-dmenace · 5 months ago
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:D felt like doing some idol verse lately
Just them hanging out randomly making a new song, they just chillin
Idol!verse belongs to @zucchiyeni
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nicolillies · 7 days ago
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drarry spider-man au 🕸️
walk with me here, harry raised by wolfstar. draco is the mayor’s son who figures out pretty quickly that harry is spider-man.
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ellecdc · 2 months ago
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New to Nesting
alpha!Remus Lupin x omega!bestfriend reader who nests for the very first time [2.2k words]
p2 to this post but can be read as a standalone
Prompt: Nesting-character A is building their first nest and is a bit overwhelmed and confused - their nest ends up being a bit...unconventional. Character B is still incredibly proud of course.
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Remus had spent the majority of his life fighting against The Wolf, his lycanthropy, his nature; he resisted the deeper urges and instincts that threatened to take over at any given moment.
So when his best friend presented as an omega, prompting him to present as an alpha, he was once again ready to fight his instincts, his nature.
Sirius told him all he knew about alpha’s - the Black’s being a line of alpha’s until Sirius presented as a beta were the only examples of alpha’s he could go off of - and it’s understandable why Remus was so wary of giving into his nature, even if it meant getting to keep you.
He had no desire to give into the animalistic urge to claim you, to have you belong to him, to be subservient to him.
So you can imagine that it came as a huge surprise (and relief) for him to realise that being your alpha was not claiming you, it was not you belonging to him, and it was not you being subservient to him.
It was caring for you, valuing you, protecting you, and it was devoting himself body and soul to you.
So, you know, nothing had really changed since the two of you started dating. What he had already felt for you just became instinctual for him.
Being your alpha meant taking care of you, and so he did.
Though he admittedly didn’t feel like he was doing a very good job of it at the moment; mostly because you were pacing around the flat chewing your thumb - which was likely very close to bleeding at this point - and mumbling incoherently to yourself as you picked up and put back various items and then squirrelling back to the room before washing, rinsing, and repeating.
He’d asked you what you were up to a few times, to which you quickly waved him off. He’d asked if he could help you at all to which you quickly declined.
He was pretending to read when you came wandering back into the room, still muttering, still chewing on your thumb, still lovely and beautiful and his and fuck he loved you.
And it was because he loved you that when you ended up standing over him giving him your best doe eyes and asking if you could have the blanket he currently had over his lap, he simply pulled it off his lap and handed it to you instead of pointing out the fact that there was a free throw blanket folded nicely over the couch across the room.
He was rewarded for his sacrifice by way of a sweet kiss, though, so he wasn’t too bothered.
While you were back in the room - doing whatever you’d been doing - he summoned the other throw blanket over and continued in his reading.
But eventually he realised he couldn’t find his bookmark, so he stood and shook his (new) blanket out and put it aside before checking the cushions of the sofa to no avail.
He knew you had come back into the room, but you still managed to startle him when he turned to find you standing right behind him with his throw blanket held tentatively in your grasp.
“What are you doing, dovey?”
“Can I take this?” You asked in way of answering; tone soft and eyes large.
Remus began to speak but his words died on his tongue; he didn’t want to say no to you, but you’d also already taken one of the blankets from the living room. Were you cold? Were you getting sick? Should he light a fire? Should he call St. Mungos?
He didn’t know where to start, so all that managed to escape his lips was “do you know where my bookmark went?”
You wrung the blanket between your hands as you avoided eye contact with him. “I borrowed it.” You admitted in a whisper.
“Oh…okay…” Remus started slowly. “But…what will I use for my book?”
That had, apparently, been the wrong thing to say when your eyes welled with tears and you looked at him in devastation.
“I- I’m sorry.” You nearly sobbed, and Remus was quickly shaking his head.
“No! No no, it’s okay dovey, it’s alright. I’ll use a receipt.” And to punctuate that decision, he pulled a wad of receipts out of his trouser pocket to show you.
That, apparently, was a mistake too as you eyed them in interest. Thankfully he was able to convince you to let him keep one of them before you squirrelled away with the rest.
And then it hit him.
He ran to the kitchen to check the calendar on the wall that the two of you used to track each of your cycles as well as the moon - you were coming into heat.
And though he was accustomed to your heats by this point; this behaviour was very new.
You were nesting.
For the very first time, at that.
Remus felt his chest swell with pride and love, though tried to keep both at bay as he carefully tiptoed down the hall towards your shared bedroom.
He could hear a record - one of his favourites - playing quietly in the background before he made it to the doorway.
Both blankets you had stolen from Remus were hanging over the two side railings of your four poster bed frame - closing in the bed with only an opening at the foot of it not unlike a den.
You seemed to have tucked Remus’ receipts and bookmark in between two pillows, and he could spot a few of his jumpers, his towel from his shower this morning, the throw pillows from the couch he usually used as back support, a hair brush, a few socks, and… a fork?
“Baby.” He breathed out, causing you to turn on the spot and bring your thumb back up to your teeth. “What are you up to?”
You let out a pained breath from your nose as your eyes welled up again. “I don’t know.” You whispered.
“Are you making a nest?” He cooed, and you let out a wet sound.
“It’s bad.”
He found he couldn’t take it anymore and pried your thumb from between your teeth, pressing a kiss to the raw skin you’d been mauling all afternoon. “It’s not bad, dove.”
“It’s terrible.” You continued as you eyed the nest sceptically.
“Stop.”
“I’m terrible at this.”
Remus took you by the shoulders and turned you towards him and forced you to make eye contact with him. “It is not terrible, and you, my love, are certainly not terrible either.”
“I’m not good at it.” You whimpered then, tears finally falling down your cheeks that Remus was quick to catch with his thumb.
“You’re perfect at everything you do.”
You let out a sound halfway between a groan and a sob. “You have to say that.”
“Dovey, it’s your first nest; it’s wonderful.” He pressed, and fought back a chuckle when he could feel you stop your foot petulantly.
“Why don’t you try it out, hm? Maybe that’ll feel better? Do you want to take a shower and get into some comfies to give it a try?” He murmured into your hair, relishing in the way you melted into his side as you considered the prospect.
“Would you come, too?” You asked shyly.
Remus pulled back only far enough to look you in the eyes.
“In the shower? Or-”
“My…nest.” You corrected, though you all but sneered the end of the sentence as if nest was a dirty word.
“I’d love to, baby. Go shower, yeah? I’ll put a jumper in the dryer for you.” He directed with a gentle pat at your hip, but you shook your head and tugged at the jumper Remus was currently wearing.
“I want this one?” You whispered in the form of a question, and Remus should have expected it.
“Done, it’s yours. I’ll wait for you, okay?”
And Remus felt a little guilty, but he figured you didn’t need to know that the second you were out the room, he ran to grab his camera and take pictures of your nest, your very first nest; one you built here, with him, for him and you with things of his you deemed worthy and fuck he was going to simply combust with the amount of fondness he felt coursing through his veins for you.
True to his word, he was standing exactly where you’d left him (if you ignored the fact that he ran to grab his camera, took multiple pictures of your nest, ran to hide the evidence of his picture taking and returned only moments before he heard the water shut off) when you exited the bathroom wrapped in a towel.
He quickly divulged himself of his jumper and held it open for you to put your head through the neck hole, allowing him to pull it over the rest of your body as you let the towel fall to the ground.
“Do you want this one too, dove?” He asked you quietly as he picked up your used towel, referring to the fact that you had his towel in your nest already.
You seemed to consider it as you lifted one end of it, bringing it to your nose to sniff before releasing it with a shake of your head.
Remus bit back a beaming smile as he pressed a kiss to your head and carried it to the hamper.
When he came back, you were kneeling in the middle of the bed with your thumb between your damned teeth again, and a protective sort of possessiveness surged through him at the sight.
“It’s not right.” You murmured sadly.
“What’s not right about it?” He asked gently, reaching over for your hand and huffing when you gave him the one not currently being assaulted by your mouth.
“I don’t know…”
“May I come in?” And you startled as you looked over at him in awe.
“Yes.” You said almost excitedly, moving over to give him room.
He tried to pay mind to where you had seemed to place things, not wanting to shift or disrupt the nest you had made as he crawled in. “Where do you want me?”
You seemed to think on that before ultimately pointing to his side of the bed where he laid back tentatively.
“You look uncomfortable.” You said worriedly as you watched him lay rigidly on his side.
He offered you what he hoped was a smile though he was sure was mostly a grimace. “I don’t want to ruin it.”
You scoffed as you nudged him at his shoulder so he would relax. “It’s already ruined.”
“Dovey.”
“It’s terrible, you can’t ruin it.”
“It’s not terrible and I can ruin it.”
“Stop arguing with me.”
“You stop arguing with me.” He countered, and he relished in the small giggle that escaped your lips as you moved to lay beside him.
“I…I think it’s better now.” You said tentatively, eyes still darting around the bed as though you were trying to make sure.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah…I think it was just missing you.”
Remus let out a pitiful sound at that and pulled you into his chest. “Fuck you’re so sweet, I love you.”
You sucked in a deep - and apparently well needed - breath as you melted into his side, pressing your nose to a point in his neck signalling Remus to grab your wrist and bring it to the other side of his neck to scent.
“I’m proud of you- don’t argue with me.” He murmured, cutting you off before you even had a chance to utter one word of contradiction.
“Thank you, Rem.” You opted instead, still hiding your face in the junction of his neck he didn’t deign remove you from.
The two of you sat in contented silence for a while before Remus broke it.
“I think we could do without the fork next time, though.” He admitted as he shifted his hip when he realised that’s what had been poking him in the back.
You nearly ripped yourself from Remus’ neck to grab the fork and toss it across the room, smiling to yourself as you considered your nest again.
“Okay…okay, I- I think this is better. This is better.” You decided, speaking more to yourself than you were to him; he was happy to listen anyway.
Remus smiled as pushed a lock of hair behind your ear. “It’s perfect. You’re perfect.”
You smiled down at him; ethereal and warm and bright and his and fuck he loved you so much.
“I love you so much.” You whispered, drawing a line down his nose with a gentle finger before pausing at his chin, apparently having read his mind.
“I love you too, my sweet girl.”
And Remus was so glad that he didn’t have to fight the instinct to pull you into his chest and breathe you in; to love you, protect you, to devote himself to you, body and soul.
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fansids · 1 year ago
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On their way to go annoy Miguel <3
(Ft. Meows Morales, Guin Stacy, Rabbitr Prabhakar, Margo Kestrel, and Yotie Brown)
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kantush · 1 year ago
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This movie was fun (TW: Loud startling sound)
Miguel your are my beloved
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anniebass · 4 months ago
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high spice tolerance, my ass
(old man smut)
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zepskies · 5 months ago
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Wanderlust
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Pairing: Soldier Boy (Ben) x F. Reader
Summary: Your wandering hands are keeping Ben up at night.
AN: My nightly daydreams led me to Soldier Boy this time. 😂
I was imagining the Break Me Down-verse for this one (shortly after Checkerboard), but it can also be general Soldier Boy x Reader.
Word Count: 650
Tags/Warnings: 18+ only to be safe. Fluff, innuendo, Sleepy Ben, implied smut.
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You traced down his back with light, trailing fingers.
Lying next to him in bed, with scraps of moonlight filtering through the closed blinds in the window as your only guide, your mind was still drifting even though you should’ve been sleeping.
You couldn’t help yourself.  
You drew invisible patterns across his bare skin. Ben was warm, always warm, even though the AC was making the room almost frigid. You knew it was the ever-present radiator in his chest that made him your own personal heater.
You propped your head up better with an elbow on your pillow as you laid on your side. You then let your hand drift over every dip of muscle between his shoulders, every small freckle you knew just from memory, then down and down his spine.
You flirted with the idea of inching down the sheets, where his bare ass would greet you. From there, you supposed you'd decide what wandering direction your hand took next.
“If you don’t go to sleep,” his deep voice rumbled, “I’m gonna wake up and fuck you again.”
You bit your lip against a giggle, but you didn’t quite succeed.
“It sounds like you’re already awake,” you remarked.
Ben grumbled incoherently in response. He was tired, you knew. He’d just come back from a week-long mission with Butcher and Co. for Supe Affairs. Hence the long night you two spent catching up.
If you were honest, you were still tingling between your legs. Your thighs and ass were a little sore too. Likely they’d be sporting a few fingerprints tomorrow.
You didn't mind it so much though. You two now had a safe word for that kind of thing.
You smirked, sifting your fingers through his hair. It was getting long again. Maybe you’d trim it for him tomorrow, since you both had the weekend off.  
Your hand meandered down the back of his neck, just to begin dragging your nails up and down the slope of his back.
“What does that feel like to you?” you asked curiously. You often wondered how much his invulnerability affected the way he felt things, especially the way you touched him.
“Like a tease,” he muttered.
You applied some more pressure with your nails. Not the way you’d scored his back about an hour ago, when he’d had his sinful mouth all over your body, but enough to be more than a tease. Enough that it would’ve left an angry, red trail on your own “fragile” human skin.
Still, you weren’t able to leave any marks on him. Just a faint whiteness of pressure against his skin that soon returned to normal when you moved your hand away.
“How about that?” you asked.
“Like you’re playing with fucking fire,” Ben said, though you heard the smirk in his voice. “Go to sleep.”
You smiled too.
“We'll pick this up in the morning,” he made sure to add, though he was already halfway back to slumber, from the sound of it.
“Oh, I’m sure,” you said, laughing lightly. You leaned over and pressed a soft kiss against his shoulder. “G’night, babe.”
“Mhmm,” he responded.
He groaned deep in his throat and turned over onto his back. Your smile remained as your body tensed in anticipation, but all he did was slide an arm under your waist and curl you towards him, trapping you against his chest. His hand splayed against your lower back, heavy and warm.
His lips brushed your hair away from your forehead and lingered there. He closed his eyes and let out a deep exhale. You did the same, relaxing against him. Your hand came to rest against the steady thrum of his heart.
Moments like this with him still managed to surprise you…but admittedly, less and less the longer you lived and shared together.
A girl could get used to it though.
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AN: Lol should she have pressed her luck? Let me know what you think of this one! 😉💚
Keep Reading in the BMD-verse:
Next we have a fun, fluffy, angsty, smutty Christmas special, Love Actually:
Summary: Ben gets in late on Christmas Eve with a Grinch-like attitude, but you’re determined to force some holiday cheer into his system.
▶️ Next Story: Love Actually
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Ko-Fi Me ☕
Break Me Down Masterlist
Soldier Boy Masterlist
Main Masterlist
BMD Tag List (Part 1):
Including the BMD tag list on this, since that's what my heart was imagining. 😂
@deans-spinster-witch @this-is-me19 @waynes-multiverse @samanddeaninatrenchcoat @spalady26
@spnwoman @syrma-sensei @wirdbeimaufhebengebunden @muhahaha303 @123passwort
@mrsjenniferwinchester @lyarr24 @xoxovienna @lollag0w0 @globetrotter28
@nancymcl @ashbatz @vavafaure1994 @kristophalis @wonderland2022
@emily-winchester @shelh93 @sl33pylilbunny @spoonmynoodle @chernayawidow
@buckybarnes-1917 @asgardprincess97 @sometimes-i-sing @itsyellow @theonlymaninthesky
@kimberleymjw @is-this-a-febreze-commercial @iamsapphine @sanscas @se-fucking-hun
@lassie-bird @jessjad @yepimthatperson @fromcaintodean @stoneyggirl2
@spnfamily-j2 @im-a-slut-for-fluff @lacilou @venicesem @mimaria420
@tearsfortheyouth @agalliasi @chriszgirl92 @kazsrm67 @deansbbyx
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soosoosoup · 6 months ago
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Funk branch au
Au and branch design by @bbc-trolls
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fanaticalthings · 4 months ago
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just another night in gotham
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mystiffox · 7 months ago
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— mommy issues
and here's the lil animation that blew up on tiktok! yes hi i made this, look at the sillys :]
this is based on my version of the Dreamtale twins, and it takes place after they established a truce and learned how to be brothers again!! i'm planning to talk a lot about my verse soon so stay tuned for that! also, lets be honest, their mom wasn't good to them
Nightmare: pff, your mom Dream: you're my brother. that's your mom too, jackass Nightmare: don't care, never liked her
[Original Audio]
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