#ooooof!

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Oof... Youse guys...

OH SHIT IT’S ZIM

No actual Dibs were harmed in making this artwork

he just found a random fake skull and put glasses on it, lol

Inspired by @riikaruh‘s artwork

moments later , she would mumble something else.

" i'm tired , i wanna go to bed. "

there's no way to cheat      their shared pain.      Peter knows that the aperture left behind by the absence of their father is the kind of gaping hole that will forever remain open.      it will try to take from them when they feel weaker,      threaten to suck them into an endless void of guilt decorated with countless should haves      &      could haves,      blinking at them like dead stars forever out of reach.

if only he had more to offer besides existing in her proximity.      the Star-Lord doesn’t know how to be brave      &      tell her he’d prefer not to say goodbye.      he’d prefer not remembering him by his crimson gaze turning a pale blue.      he’d prefer to remember him as he was before he decided to be a hero for a change.      he quietly obeys,      leading Cherri to her bed.           ❝          i believe he can hear you right now.          ❞

random prompts for Peter  ★  | accepting mutuals only  !

" The mother is right there. " In the distance, a woman in a dark coat was walking away, her form slipping further away with each passing second. " I don't want to fall with him in my arms. I'll be right back! " Whether he had said yes or no, Zuri would've handed him over, running to the mother while waving her hands frantically.

(lol)

The absurdity of the request is what caused the mind to pause, reflect. His predatory gaze flicked between the disheveled annoyance pressing the request and the dark coat moving further into the crowd. " Don't waste my —," he replied, his voice devoid of any concern. He had no intention of helping nor interest in her trivial problem for this wasn’t his business, and she was nothing to him.

Yet she didn’t wait for his response. In a moment of sheer desperation — or perhaps fleeting stupidity — she thrusted the child into his arms and bolted after the other woman. Really, to give away something so vulnerable to a stranger within Night City?

For a second's worth, Adam just stood there, the child awkwardly cradled in his arms. The irritation brimmed beneath his composed coolly exterior at the fucking audacity of the woman — to think she could impose a woman's problems on him, as if he were just another faceless figure in the crowd, some ordinary man she could rely on.

He looked down at the child, its tiny form fidgeting slightly whilst grabbing on to the sleeves of his suit, completely oblivious to the danger it was in. It wasn’t the child that angered him, oh no, it was the sheer gall of the woman who had forced this situation upon him. She had been reckless, thoughtless, and it made his fingers itch with the desire to wrangle her neck like a worthless cut of meat.

For now, he held the child with a detached indifference, his mind already moving past this trivial interruption. When the woman returned, she’d find nothing but the cold shadow of a man she’d never want to cross again. The bitterness of her insult lingered in his thoughts.