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FICTIONAL CHARACTER HOARDER

JayCee | they/them | i mine diamons (NSFW DNI)

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3 months ago

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3 months ago
How To Use Your Status As A Walking Brick Wall To Your Advantage
How To Use Your Status As A Walking Brick Wall To Your Advantage
How To Use Your Status As A Walking Brick Wall To Your Advantage

How to use your status as a walking brick wall to your advantage

Bonus:

How To Use Your Status As A Walking Brick Wall To Your Advantage

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3 months ago
Spin.
Spin.

spin.

(these two are af 2024 attacks)

first oc is by @distressedwalnut (prank), second oc is by @beemers-hell (bank)


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3 months ago

Price who rethinks about his life choices when his kid asks him what year he was born just for them to say "Wow, you're old daddy! Were dinosaurs scary?"

Simon who was teaching his little girl some carpentry because it wasn't just a boy's job, right? Of course it isn't! But he does internally cringe when his kid grabs a nearby hammer due to curiosity and drops it on his foot.

Kyle who silently gulps nervously & you see sweat forming at his forehead when his kid goes up to him and asks help with their homework (Not that he's stupid or anything, he's a grown man after all, just genuinely doesn't want to get anything wrong.)

John who had to witness first hand how honest and mean children were when his own child came up to him, all smiles at first just to say– "You're hair looks a little weird, daddy." Then runs off to continue doing whatever.

(uhh im a different person at night, if this is bad, blame them not me)


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3 months ago

Ghost, gesturing to Price: Soap, look what you did! You made Dad upset!

Y/n: dad, please don't cry!

Soap: I'm sorry, father

Gaz: we didn't mean to make you upset, dad!

Price, drunk out of his mind and near tears: I DON'T REMEMBER GIVING BIRTH TO ANY OF YOU!


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3 months ago

John Prices wife coming to pick him up at the airport after he returns from a mission, but the car is now full of military men.

One look at the three boys, completely exhausted and pulling their phones out to book a taxi had your heart crying. Without thinking, you offered them all a lift to yours and Johns home for them to stay overnight.

So now there’s three men cramped onto your three backseats, John having the luxury of sitting in the front. Simon is on the end (still in his balaclava but luckily not the skull mask because you’d be a little creeped out seeing that every time in the rear view mirror), Johnny in the middle and then Kyle on the other end. Johnny complains for about 10 minutes that he’s squished in and has no room to move but after that he’s completely zonked out on Simons shoulder.

Your music plays quietly through the speakers and they’re happy to listen to anything that isn’t gun shots or explosions.

Once you arrive home, they all climb out the car, grabbing their bags from the boot and dumping them down in the living room.

“Place looks less lifeless than last time I was here,” comments Johnny.

“Finally got a woman’s touch to it,” adds Kyle.

You smile a little at the non-direct compliment. Price also looks around, noticing the little details that have changed or the things that have been added around his house, keeping a hand on your back. He leans down and kisses you gently, mumbling “I missed you” against your lips.

“I missed you too. But it looks like you’ve lost weight.” You glance down at his body. “I’ll fatten you up again,” you tease with a little giggle as he chuckles.

It’s around 9pm by the time you’ve cooked dinner for four people who have appetites of bears. They all look at you as if you’re an angel sent from heaven when they see the food, sitting down at the dining table silently and scoffing down the meal.

By 10pm, you go into the living room thinking they’re all watching TV but instead they’re all asleep. You grab some spare blankets from beside the sofa and cover them up except for John. You shake him awake and make him move upstairs into bed with you. There’s no way you’re letting him sleep on the sofa and not with you after weeks apart.


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3 months ago

HEYA!! (pinned post)

HEYA!! (pinned Post)

I'm JayCee! An autistic 2d/3d artist who fawns over fictional parental figures and composes music occasionally.

Btw, I'm a minor. NSFW DNI.

SPECIAL INTERESTS N' SHIT:

Touhou Project

Rhythm Games (mainly Phigros)

Sky: Children of the Light

Madness Combat

Call of Duty

Transformers

History and Mythology

Vocalsynth

Town of Salem

SOCIALS:

Bluesky Carrd Toyhouse Artfight


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