#right now atleast

[aquared]

i hate you die troll i still havent finished designing yet

[ventcode]

well, my heads better now atleast

[irishmammonagenda]

"Mams...you okay?" You grin tiredly and teasingly ask your First Man, who is currently in the process of tearing up, his lips wobbling silently as he attempts to keep it in.

He looks up at you from where you lay exhausted in the hospital bed, attempting to blink back his tears. "Oh aye..." He replies shakily. "I-...I've never bin 'appier....Y-you should g-get some sleep...MC...get yer strength back..."

You grin stupidly at him, eyes closing sleepily as he watches you from the seat beside your bed, his attention drifts to you and his eyes water even more, the sheer lightness of the small weight in his arms making him dizzy as he leans further back into the armchair.

He looks down at the sleeping newborn in his arms. His baby girl. Her little yellow hat sitting perfectly on her little tiny head. He's sure she could fit on just on of his hands.

His bottom lip trembles, heart so full of love for the tiny thing in his arms it feels like it might burst. He holds her to his chest, bringing one finger up to gently caress her tiny tiny cheek. He sniffles, holding back happy sobs as he whispers gently. "Hiya little baby....I'm yer papa....I'm gonna take well great care of ye...I-I..I promise...Íosa Críost...yer tiny..."

Mammon looks over to your sleeping form in the hospital bed and slowly inches his chair even closer to you, so as not to jostle your daughter too much. He grabs his phone off of the nightstand and makes an order for your favourite food to be delivered for when you woke up. He chuckles softly as he texts the groupchat, telling them that you and the baby are okay.(albeit slowly seeing as he's only able to use one hand)

He asks for Lucifer to send over the cake he made with the horrible icing saying 'Congradulation COngratulations, MC, Your You're so amazing' so he could celebrate with you when you woke up from your much deserved nap. He turns off his phone and sets it back on the bedside table next to yours which is charging.

He could celebrate with you after, you could laugh at how he looked like a deer in headlights when the nurse asked him if he wanted to hold his baby for the first time. He could spoil you more than he ever has before (which isn't humanly possible considering how much he spoils you.)

But that could all wait for when you woke up, right now he was content just watching over his favouritest girls in the whole wide world, making sure you were both safe and sound.

But you should never trust a scheming scumbag, MC.

Oh no, fuckhead was already coming up with plans to spoil your daughter silly. That was his little princess, God dammit! She deserved the three worlds combined! And even then she deserved more! And don't get him started on you, you weren't going to even think about doing chores for at least 6 months. You just preformed a miracle. You get rest time. No buts.

In the softening light of the sun through the windows, Mammon holds your baby girl with so much gentleness, as if she'd crack at the smallest touch, his loving gaze flickers from you to her with so much tenderness, you would've thought he was an angel.

[betweenblackberrybranches]

Warning. The following contains references to SH in Arc3. Please be carefull if this might be triggereing to you!

Okay here the update on my personal au now containing Arc3 i hope this will be readable its all gotten a bit small! I am just making a whole new post for this updated version so its all in one place

Sorry if its hard to read id recommend reading the light and dark parts top to bottom on Arc3

[mainyqn]

Okay im too lazy to render this,

ISAT GANG AND THEIR POKEMONS BRAINROT YEAA!!

And some more doodles,

(and alot more whiteboard doodles!! Below!! )

At the time i drew this i didnt know loop actually got assigned some pokemons too so these were my interpretations (love the fact they did get jirachi tho, live laugh love)

I love them sm

[variksel]

matthew arnold has mastered the game of tumblr ship teasing and He Knows It

[edgycarr0t]

Art block is back have some more pikmin doodles while I figure this out

[percephilous]

What's this remake after uh. It's too late to count I made the other one in March figure it out

The Melia :) the mels the mewia the (I'm shot)

Old one down here

[kiee0712]

nothing can serve as an excuse for running away, none

hii guys its been a while anyway . where can i find revstar nuis from the PH I've been daydreaming of throwing nana's nui across the window for days now

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

sooo..👀👀

[tinysweetflour]

Watching sunset x vibes *Dancing with the devil plays*

ME: ARIANA WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE AGAIN?!!

[ventcode]

what if i just. slept again. still kind of sleepy

[bassguitarinablackt-shirt]

i just want to curl into a ball and sob for the rest of my life

[sylvieserene]

I have decided to use the power of editing and my editing skills to change some events of history and you can't convince me otherwise that this isn't canon and didn't happen 😤

First off, Titans #5 (2008)

Next up, the Wedding Arc fix from New Titans (1980) Issue #100 !

[queerbeverage]

The thing they don't tell you about discovering you're trans is that once you open up that whole can of worms, when you accept something so fundamental as your gender is not built on a stable foundation and can be changed, it gets you thinking about other stuff.

Who am I, really? What parts of me are fabricated, an armor to get me to survive until where i am now? How much of me is real under that? Will the house of cards that is my personality crumble when i look too hard?

Is there even an I or is there a we? Are we more than one, or just a lot of different-thinking and different-behaving facets of one another? We're a lot different at times, but we mostly work together. We wouldn't be able to cope so well and be so functional if it weren't for all of us working together, chiming in.

How much of my memories is trauma? How can i break free of that if it's all i have ever known?

Is the person i am now even real? Maybe the me from before was more Me. Maybe i just keep coming up with coping mechanisms and behaviors because i learned it that way, and i keep myself from just experiencing myself.

What else is there but change? Are there any constants, really? So much of me has been in flux lately, i don't know what pieces to hold on to and what pieces to discard.

[skijumpingf1]

Oh God williams what are you doing???? I would have understood mick or fred or liam or who knows who but a rookie???? Franco doesn't even perform extraordinary good. Have they learned nothing from logan????