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These lil boiz are literally my biggest hyperfixation and have been for years 🥺🐍

Have you considered- hognose snakes and just how baby they are ???

I'm so obsessed with these lil drama queens and their lil boop noses!!

As a defense mechanism they play dead, lay on their back, stick they tongue out, the whole nine yards! To seem as unappetizing as possible to predators who would eat them.

They literally play possum 🥺🥺

They really are!

Such cute little babies!

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This is accurate and rude 😤😤

Hey could you please do a regressor papyrus moodboard?

MmHM!!! This one kinda got away from me but there's so many cool things I want to give him!!!! He's just a cool dude who deserves the world!!

I'd like to keep it that way >.<

Request by; @hotshot624 hope you like it!

Request: I was wondering if you would be up for maybe writing a Cg!Gabriel and Little!Sam fic? Maybe Sam has been up for a few days researching a monster and is exhausted but doesn't want to stop. Gabriel sees this and immediately tries to stop him from working to get him to have a break and be little. Sam kinda throws a tantrum saying that he's not a baby and doesn't need a break and doesn't even feel small rn(which is a lie cuz he's obviously slipping). Gabriel then kinda snaps him away from his work and puts them in their shared room and kinda babies and coddles him until he fully slips and they kind of just chill together as a cg and little would do until Sam finally falls asleep

I love this idea!!!!

TW: petname: sweets, dada, little Sam, CG Gabriel, anger, tantrums, crying, mentions of exhaustion.

It had been almost thirty eight hours since Sam had taken a break and Gabriel was starting to notice this. The archangel watched him from the corner of the room as Sam started to gnaw on his flannel, a tale tell sign that he was starting to regress. Sam was obviously uncomfortable. What Sam wanted was to cuddle up next to him. He wanted to sleep. To get a snack. To drink out of his sippy. What Sam didn't know was Gabriel had those out.

"Hey, sweets! Wanna come play?" Gabriel asked softly, rubbing his hand gently on Sam's back.

"Come on, man. You know I can't do that." Sam protested.

"I think you should. You've been working for too long and even Dean thinks you should rest." Gabriel fought back, his voice thick with worry.

"I'm not wittle!" Sam screamed. It was evident in his voice he has slipped. What hurt Gabriel was the tears that streamed down Sam's face as he turned back to his work.

"Come on sweets." Gabriel says softly.

"NO!" Sam screamed through angry tears as he swatted the papers he worked on for so long on to the floor.

Gabriel raised his hand and snapped his fingers and all of a sudden Sam had a binkie, his favorite that has a little angel wing on it, in his mouth. He was in comfy clothes in his room, a coloring sheet on the table and his sippy with his favorite stuffie, a small handmade bear that he named Athena.

"Dada?" He asked and Gabriel reached out and pulled Sam into a hug.

"It's time for a break kiddo!" Gabriel exclaimed, watching Sam's happiness grow instantly. Sam colored and are chicken nuggets and drank angel milk. Sam played until he pulled himself onto his dada's lap and dozed.

"Rest, my angel. Rest" Gabriel whispered into Sam's hair.

"loves youss, dada" Sam murmured, finally asleep.