Hes Just A Kitty Kitty Meow Meow :3

Will die mad about the big brother Mikey episode we were robbed of

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no offence but do i look like i understand anything

that man has the demeanor of a sopping wet paper bag and the sluttiest little waist i’ve ever laid eyes upon and you want me to what? be normal about it?

Love Husk sm. He's a cat. He has the voice of a tired/drunk grandpa. He's a 75 year old man. He's an alcoholic. He's a gambler. He hates being petted. He likes being cuddled. He hates everyone. He's pansexual. He doesn't care about gender because "any hole is a goal." He judges porn for the plot. He scored a pornstar that died around 70 years ago. He's like 6 feet tall but looks short bcuz everyone around him is like 7 feet tall. He's being controlled by a deer with a terrible haircut. He has wings but doesn't fly because he's lazy. He went to fight excorcists with his bare fists. He's litterally the guy ever

Dewdrop is cat coded, but specifically in the way that:

Dew often becomes overcome w/ the overwhelming urge to slap

Dew’s body is like a liquid. He takes the shape of w/e he’s sitting in.

Dew goes ek ek ek whenever he’s stimulated.

Dew will attack paper coming out of the printer in Papa’s office

Dew is full of soup.

what doesn't kill you makes you stay on tumblr for 13 years and counting

this one’s inspired by @cringefailvox’s time has changed the metaphor!

It was such a good read and I couldn’t stop thinking about these three ever since.

Copia & Phantom ficlet.

Platonic and sfw

rite here rite now related headcanon under the cut

in which, Phantom has parental issues

Copia has noticed that Phantom hasn’t been eating dinner with the pack lately. He’s been uncharacteristically quiet and isn’t getting up to any trouble with Swiss. His sex drive is low and non existent and he prefers to keep to himself.

Eventually, Copia brings it upon himself to check on the Ghoul. He finds him sitting on his bed, knees drawn up to his chest. He is still in his uniform but his helmet and boots are cast aside.

“You’re not Papa anymore,” sniffles Phantom.

“Ah, no. But I am still here,” Copia says. He stands before the smaller Ghoul. Those words accompanied by an affectionate smile, not quite understanding the gravity of what Phantom is saying. “I am just. Frater Imperator. But also, still Copia.”

Another sniffle. Phantom looks up at Copia with misty eyes and a trembling bottom lip.

“But you’re not going to be… my Papa anymore.”

And then it clicks.

All the times Phantom has crawled into bed with Copia on nights when he couldn’t sleep— when thunderstorms shook the windows or when his pack mates had gotten into a fight. Of all the times he bounced around and showed off on stage, only to glance over at Copia to see if he was paying attention.

“Oh,” says Copia. He stops at the edge of the bed and frowns. He cups Phantom’s face between his hands. Gloved thumbs drying his eyes. “I will always be your Papa,” he clarifies. “No matter the change in status.”

They fall asleep that night in each other’s arms. Copia holds his boy to his chest and strokes his hair while the Ghoul fidgets in his sleep. Copia has given his life to the Ministry and had no time for a child.

No time for a son.

He presses a kiss to Phantom’s forehead.

“Sleep well… my precious Ghoul,” he murmurs.