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i lovvvveeeeee sylvanians soooooo much!!! apricot is sooooooooo me !
Hi, sorry ur like the only agere person I know who likes X-men! Just needed to drop off this thought I've been thinking. Morph as a babysitter. That is all
✧.* honestly morph would deffo be a great babysitter!!! here's some
✧*̥˚ babysitter! morph headcanons!!! *̥˚✧
✧.* to be honest, they didn't really know much about age regression when your cg (one of the other x-men, in this case) first asked them to babysit you. that didn't mean they weren't willing to learn about it, though!!!
✧.* "Wait, so it's like- Babysitting an actual kid? I guess I could do that, but I don't know..."
✧.* despite their initial uncertainty, morph grew attached to you pretty quickly, jumping at every opportunity to look after you when your cg was busy. looking after you was oddly therapeutic to them, and they wouldn't hesitate to take up the task of babysitting you!!! seeing you happy made them happy :)
✧.* "We're going on a mission? Oh-no, not me. Someone's gotta look after the kid, right? I swear I'll go on the next mission, trust me."
✧.* (this is the fourth mission they've skipped since becoming your babysitter)
✧.* they definitely spoil you to death when they're babysitting you. if you want something, you're getting it!!! sometimes they surprise you with things you didn't even have to ask for, like a new toy or a little treat :)
✧.* morph definitely lets you stay up past your bedtime to do something fun. rules are meant to be broken, after all!!!
✧.* "Hm... It's pretty late. Ah, well. Wanna stay up and watch a movie? I'm sure that [CG] won't mind."
✧.* morph uses their mutation to entertain you!!! sometimes they put on a one-person act, morphing into each character to play their part. sometimes, he'll morph into one of the other x-men and do a funny impression of them!!! if they're reading you a story, they'll morph into each character that's currently speaking. morph's creativity knows no bounds when it comes to their powers!!!
✧.* speaking of their powers, they've offered to morph into your cg while they look after you. but, you've always said no!!! that actually made them super happy, since that meant you trusted and liked them enough to be looked after by them. not morph pretending to be someone else, just morph :)
✧.* at the end of the day, they're a fantastic babysitter!!! they doubted themselves at first, but they found that they really like taking care of you. they're just a cool guy to be babysat by and i love that for them <3
✧.* "Hey, kiddo! You ready to have some fun while [CG]'s away? I know I am."
we've finally reached 24 hours' worth of miles kane music recs! dm me if you wanna help curate the next 24h <3
I’m absolutely in love with how this turned out~
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Tetsuo's drawing, which would be suitable for pin... This idea has been in my head for a long time. I think I'll attach another old drawing.
My current collection of Barbie movie prints based off of the original movies from the 2000's! A few more may be added later on (I know I'm missing 12 dancing princesses and Magic of Pegasus) But, it's nice to see them all together in once place. ^^
Dear lord is it just me or does 2012 raphael have a handsome smile. I mean to me each single raphael does have a handsome smile.
Raphael 2003:
Raphael 2007:
Raphael 2014-16:
Raphael rise of tmnt: (his smile is to adorable)
My reaction to 2003 raphael,2007 raphael,2012 raphael,and 2014-16 raphael smiles.
My reaction to Raphael rise of tmnt:
THIS IS SO CUTE OGMGOGMMFKG
── ❝ ꒰ 𝑀𝒪𝑅𝑁𝐼𝑁𝒢𝑆 𝑊𝐼𝑇𝐻 𝒥𝒜𝐾𝐸 𝒜𝑆 𝒴𝑂𝑈𝑅 𝐵𝑂𝑌𝐹𝑅𝐼𝐸𝑁𝐷 .ᐟㅤ ៸៸ ﹙ 심재윤 ﹚ ᶻ𐰁
GENRE ៸៸ pure fluff ៸ oneshot ﹔ SYPNOSIS┆how waking up with with your boyfriend jake usually goes .ᐟㅤ ꒰ WORD COUNT﹕1518 ꒱── 𝓦ARNING(S) not edited ៸ kissing ៸ skinship ៸ so cheesy ngl T-T ៸ . ݁ ✦ ݁ . ⊱ LIBRARY . . . ﹕LUNA 💭 — classes start tomorrow pls help me im sobbing!! ݁𖥔 ݁˖
THE MORNING SUNLIGHT SLIPPED ITS’ WAY THROUGH THE CURTAINS, gleaming down rays of a beautiful a golden glow over the room.
you stirred slightly, still wrapped in the warmth of the blankets, half-aware of the world slowly coming its way back to life outside.
the quiet chirps of the morning birds drifted in from outside, a comforting background to the peacefulness of the early hour.
you’re on the verge of drifting back to sleep when you feel it—a warm arm slipping around your waist, pulling you closer.
“mm, don’t move,” jake’s sleepy voice murmurs from behind you, his words soft and slightly muffled as he nuzzled his face into the back of your neck.
his hold on you tightens just a little, as if he’s afraid you might disappear if he lets go.
the warmth of his body against yours is comforting, grounding you in the moment and making you smile even before you’ve fully woken up. ──── 𝘔𝘖𝘙𝘌 𝘜𝘕𝘋𝘌𝘙 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘊𝘜𝘛 .ᐟㅤ
you try to shift a little to get more comfortable, but jake lets out a soft sound of protest, his grip on you tightening even more if possible.
“no, stay here,” he whispers, his voice still heavy with sleep.
there’s a clinginess to his tone, a childish insistence that makes your heart flutter with affection.
jake has always had a soft spot for mornings like this, when the world is quiet and it’s just the two of you wrapped up in each other.
“jake,” you murmur, your voice thick with sleep as you try to turn around to face him— but he’s having none of it, keeping you firmly in place, his chest pressed against your back.
his face is buried in your hair, and you can feel his breath, warm and steady, against your neck.
it sends a shiver down your spine, and you can’t help but smile at how adorably clingy he’s being.
“don’t wanna get up,” he mumbles, his voice barely above a whisper.
he sounds so content, so utterly at peace in this moment, that you can’t bring yourself to move either.
there’s something so comforting about the way he holds you, like you’re the most important thing in the world to him, and he’s not ready to let go just yet.
you let yourself relax into his embrace, letting out a content sigh as you feel his fingers begin to trace lazy patterns on your arm.
the touch is light, almost absentminded, but it sends a warmth spreading through you that makes you want to stay in bed forever.
you can feel the steady rise and fall of jake’s chest against your back, the rhythm of his breathing lulling you into a state of drowsiness.
“jake, it’s morning,” you murmur, though there’s no real conviction in your voice.
the idea of getting up and starting the day feels like a distant thought, something that can wait a little longer.
right now, all you want is to stay here, wrapped up in jake’s arms, soaking in the warmth and comfort of his embrace.
“exactly,” he replies, his voice a soft rumble that vibrates through you.
“it’s morning, which means we can stay in bed a little longer.” there’s a teasing lilt to his voice, but it’s undercut by the genuine affection that’s always present when he speaks to you.
he’s always been like this in the mornings—soft, warm, and so full of love that it makes your heart ache in the best way.
you chuckle softly, the sound barely audible in the quiet room.
“you’re so clingy in the mornings,” you tease, though there’s no bite to your words.
if anything, you find it endearing, the way jake always wants to be close to you, especially when the world is still waking up.
“can you blame me?” he asks, his voice playful as he presses a soft kiss to the back of your neck.
the touch is featherlight, but it sends a jolt of warmth through you that makes your breath catch.
“you’re so warm and cozy. why would i ever want to leave?”
you can’t help the smile that spreads across your face at his words.
jake has always had a way of making you feel special, like you’re the only person in the world who matters to him.
it’s in the way he looks at you, the way he holds you, the way he always finds a reason to be close to you, even when there’s no real need.
it’s in these quiet moments, when it’s just the two of you, that you feel the depth of his love the most.
you turn your head slightly, just enough to catch a glimpse of him out of the corner of your eye.
his face is half-hidden in your hair, but you can see the soft smile playing on his lips, the way his eyes are still half-closed in contentment.
there’s something so incredibly peaceful about the way he looks right now, like he’s completely at ease, completely happy just being here with you.
“jake,” you whisper, your voice barely audible, but he hears it—he always does.
he hums softly in response, the sound a low, comforting vibration that you feel more than hear.
you can’t help but reach up to tangle your fingers in his hair, the soft strands slipping through your fingers like silk.
it’s a small, intimate gesture, but it speaks volumes about the affection you share.
“mm, that feels nice,” he murmurs, his voice full of contentment.
he leans into your touch, his eyes fluttering shut as he lets out a soft sigh.
there’s something so incredibly sweet about the way he responds to your touch, like he can’t get enough of you, like he needs your warmth and affection to start his day off right.
you smile, your heart swelling with affection for the boy lying beside you.
“you’re so cute, it’s unfair.” you whisper, unable to keep the words from slipping out.
it’s the truth, after all. jake is the cutest when he’s like this—half-asleep, clingy, and completely wrapped up in you.
he chuckles softly, the sound low and full of warmth.
“i could say the same about you,” he replies, his voice laced with affection.
he shifts slightly, just enough to press a soft kiss to your temple, his lips warm and gentle against your skin.
“you’re the cutest thing in the world to me.”
his words make your heart skip a beat, a warm blush spreading across your cheeks.
jake has always been good with words, always knows just what to say to make you feel like the most special person in the world.
but it’s not just the words—it’s the way he says them, the way he looks at you, the way he holds you like you’re the most precious thing in his life.
you turn in his arms, finally managing to face him fully.
his eyes are still half-lidded with sleep, but they’re full of warmth and love as they meet yours.
there’s a softness in his expression, a tender affection that makes your heart swell with love for him.
“hi,” you whisper, your voice soft and radiating affection for the boy.
“hi,” he replies, a sleepy smile tugging at his lips.
he shifts slightly, his arms still wrapped securely around you as he pulls you even closer.
“did i mention how much i love mornings like this?” he asks, his voice playful but sincere.
you chuckle, the sound full of affection as you reach up to cup his cheek.
“only about a hundred-million times,” you tease, though you can’t keep the smile off your face.
there’s something so incredibly sweet about the way jake treasures these moments with you, the way he always finds a way to make even the simplest mornings feel special.
“then i’ll say it a hundred-million times more,” he replies, his voice full of warmth.
he leans in to press a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead, his lips warm and gentle against your skin.
“because i really do love mornings like this— i honestly feel like i could die right now.”
you smile, your heart swelling with love for the boy in your arms.
“i love them too,” you whisper, your voice full of sincerity. “i love you, jake.”
he beams at your words, his eyes shining with happiness.
“i love you too,” he replies, his voice full of affection.
he leans in to press another soft kiss to your lips, the touch gentle and full of love.
“more than anything.”
you kiss him back, your heart overflowing with love for him. in this moment, everything feels perfect—like the world outside doesn’t exist, and it’s just the two of you, wrapped up in each other’s love.
and as you hold him close, you know that there’s nowhere else you’d rather be than here, in jake’s arms, sharing this perfect, quiet morning with the person you love more than anything.
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Meatgrinder Part 13: END
THANK YOU EVERYONE WHO HAS ENJOYEd DEATH OF ME: MEATGRINDER THIS OCTOBER! It was a personal project, one I’ve had since 2016, and I’m REALLY REALLY happy I was able to soend time on it to such wonderful and warm reception :D i hope to be abke to continue DoM next october :)
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PLAY Pt. 7 (OUAW Horror Fanfic)
*Kremy held Hootsie tightly as the lumbering form of the monstrosity before them, which mimicked not just Torbek, but Torbek's Other specifically, chuckled sadistically, moving onto all fours and moving closer, ever so slowly, savoring the fear and panic on their faces*
*Kremy's eyes darted around the room, trying to think of some kind of way to escape this situation. His mind briefly thought to offering himself to them; but he couldn't offer his soul when it was already promised to the Baron - not to mention that he doubted creatures that went to -this- length to get Hootsie would be interested in someone completely different*
*He took a deep breath, staring the copy down with a fiery resolve* "You ain't gettin' her, no way. I'd rather die than let ya get her!" *He said, venom spat from his words. The beast's already wide grin only widened further, showing row upon row of jagged, sharp teeth, chuckling darkly* "Well mate...if you insist." *Hootsie whimpered, as the beast stood to his full height, touching the ceiling of the basement as he did so, drooling falling from his fangs. Kremy hushed Hootsie, softly whispering to her* "Don't look, okay? Just run."
*Just before the creature could strike a blow however, the snap of finger's was heard. The beast grunted, turning around to look at the entrance of the basement, in which stood Hootsie's false papa, partially shrouded in shadows as light spilled out from the gap* "No need to be playin' rough now, big brown." *'Papa' said, his tone as mocking as it was condescending. The beast's magenta button eyes glared daggers at 'papa' as he rumbled a deep growl* "Then stop fuckin' around. Just kill her already. We're gettin' real fuckin' impatient."
*'Papa' shook his head* "Tut tut. Ya know that's not how this works. Take our lil' unwelcomed guest inside, but -don't- harm him. Leave the lil' one to me." *While the pair were busy talking, Kremy made a quick motion with his cane, attempting to fire an Eldritch Blast at the false Torbek's back. 'Papa' saw this out of the corner of his eyes, and what should've been a burst of voodoo magic was instead replaced with a puff of purple and black confetti bursting out of his cane with a soft 'pop', the confetti landing pathetically upon the ground before him*
*Kremy stared down at the confetti for a long moment, eyes wide and mouth agape, truly beginning to realize just how damned they were. 'Papa' merely chuckled* "Ya don't need to be playin' rough neither. Ya just don't get it, do ya? Ya in -my- world now, not ya world." *He said, smirking devilishly as he mocked the Shadowman with his own words. Hootsie still clung to Kremy desperately as he stood there in shock, tears beginning to fall from the corners of his eyes. Finally, the hand that held his cane hung limply at his head, and he hung his head. All he could hope for now was that the Baron could pull some kind of loophole with their deal; perhaps when he died, the Baron would be able to save Hootsie himself - or perhaps he could send one of the others in his stead*
*All he could do for now though is hope, as the immense beast that was the false Torbek grabbed onto him with a hulking strength, easily pulling him away from Hootsie despite his attempts to hold onto her. Hoostie hooted and flailed her arms, tears streaming down her cheeks as she watched her uncle be pulled away until he was out of sight, leaving her alone with the terrible creature that claimed to be her father*
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*After briefly falling unconscious, Kremy awoke. He found himself in a small sewing room of some kind, with odd tools and needles hung up open the walls, pitch black in color and seeming to be made from some kind of combination of enchanted metal and wood, as well as a large desk with numerous drawers, a loom sat upon its surface, and numerous wicker baskets containing scraps of cloth and leather. He quickly found that he was unable to move, despite the fact that he wasn't tied up or otherwise bound, he simply couldn't move*
*He sat there in silence for what felt like hours, but in reality, was just a few moments, everything he'd done wrong in the past day or so alone replaying over and over again in his head. He imagined his friends, sat back at the campsite, waiting for them to return, waiting hours, even days, hoping in vain they'd come back. He hadn't even had time to explain to them what he was doing or what this creature even was before the Baron pulled him into his realm; if they didn't come back, they'd not only be without them, but left wondering for the rest of their lives what even happened to them*
*Eventually, he was pulled out of this bout of self-loathing by the sound of the door creaking open. His eyes, which were the only thing he could currently move, darted towards the door, waiting with bated breath to see who it was. The sounds of metal dragging across wood echoed as the large figure entered, looming over him, and his gaze locked with the button eyes of yet another of these creatures; this one mimicking the form of his very own husband*