stay away from the devil's pets, the town talk / minecraft hardcore games (feat. cellbit), badboyhalo / @mangofanarts, tumblr / grit, silas melvin / @mangofanarts, tumblr / dog bite prevention, wikipedia / tinakitten, qsmp wiki / @petrichormore, tumblr / i'm your man, mitski / tina & bagi clip, twitter / sarah, alex g / tina & bagi moment, twitter / watch dog, guard dog and attack dog, davis law group
tinakitten and her steadily growing collection of guard dogs/girlfriends who have complicated backstories, even more complicated emotional traumas going on, and a willingness to murder: a saga
celebrating one year on the dsmp, hannahxxrose (via youtube) / @routeriver / hannah warns tina of dream's escape, dsmptranscripts / 'oh, distant you', wilbur soot / tina & bagi moment, twitter / october 15th, 2023 stream, tinakitten vods (via youtube)
introducing yuri into the yaoi island in attempts to diversify the ecosystem.
big qsmp event, tinakitten (via twitter) / a beautiful creature, karleen pendleton jiménez / bagi twitch message / bagi and tina clip (via twitter) / lacy, olivia rodrigo / @manywinged / bagi's relationships, qsmp wiki / bagi and tina clip (via twitter)
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you're an angel, i'm a dog
“It’s gonna break you,” Tina said, and Bagi wanted to bristle. She’s not fragile. She almost told Tina that, but then Tina sobbed again, and leaned into Bagi’s arms and Bagi's mind blanked. “It’s gonna break you, angel,” Tina had said, and Bagi can’t really remember much after that. Because, oh— oh, okay.
Angel , Bagi thinks, a little obsessively. She’s not opposed to that, not even in the slightest.
(Tina’s a demon, and Bagi’s a human. It doesn’t change much, even though it really should.)
bagi and tina being the most normal girls in the world for 3.5 thousand words: a fic
Tina calls her an angel, and Bagi wants to burst. She doesn’t, because she’s so fucking cool, and chill, and normal, but she wants to desperately.
Angel, Bagi thinks, a smile pulling at her face even hours after their date, She thinks that I’m an angel.
The thing is that Bagi’s never really had this before. She’s never been able to, been allowed to, have something like this before. She’s always been so busy, and she’s always been moving. She’s always been so focused on her brother that she’s never focused on... anything else, now that she’s thinking about it. He’s her twin brother, which means he’s everything, and then he went missing and no one did anything about it. It was up to her, and she wasn’t going to let him down, even when he went to war and even when he went to prison and even when she kept getting so close to reaching him again before he disappeared again.
He disappeared again, and then she found him, and he didn’t remember.
It shattered her, a little bit, because she remembered. She had to remember, she has to remember, for both of their sakes. She tries not to be hurt when he snaps at her about her getting coddled by mommy and daddy because she knows that he doesn’t know that, not really, and that he’s just saying anything he can to hurt her. He doesn’t know that, he doesn’t know anything, because he doesn’t remember anymore, and he doesn’t know her.
That’s okay though, because Bagi knows Cellbit. Of course she does, she’s his twin sister, she’s his older sister, even if only by a few minutes, of course she knows him. She’s spent her whole life knowing him.
He doesn’t know her, but that’s okay. He will know soon. He’ll remember, and things won’t go back to normal, because there hasn’t been a normal for the last fifteen years, but things will get better. He’ll remember her, and they’ll take down the stupid fucking Federation, and she’ll meet Richarlyson, and he’ll remember her. Bagi won’t be alone anymore, and she won’t be chasing after a ghost because he’ll be right there and he’ll remember her.
She loves him, and she misses him, and everyone else is wrong about him because she knows him.
Roier and Pac and Bad can tell her whatever they want about Cellbit not being the person she remembers, that he’s grown and changed and that he’s an adult now, and that he’s not his eleven year old self, but they fail to realize that she knows. She knows he’s not eleven, and she’s not trying to make him go back to that. She’s just trying to help him remember, trying to remind him of who he was for the first half of his life, because then he’ll figure out who she was for the first half of his life, and then he’ll figure out that she’s still his sister. He’ll figure out a place in his puzzle to fit her in, and then she’ll be whole again, because he’s her brother and despite the fact that she knows other people know him better, she’s known him forever.
There’s dead bodies now, and Bagi doesn’t care that Cellbit might’ve done it.
She knows that he tried to hide it from her, the crimes before the corpses of federation workers started showing up on what was essentially her front door. He said that it felt good to kill someone again, that he’s not the same person she grew up with, that he’s different.
I don’t care, Bagi told him, and she meant it. She needs him to know that she meant it.
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a little knight beside the campfire
Bagi reassures whoever’s on the other line, switching to English and changing her voice to become kinder, softer. Cellbit snorts at this, despite himself, and she sends him a withering glare before giving her attention back to her phone, smiling at the other person. Cellbit can’t hear the voice of the caller from the other side of his, but he can hear Bagi say with a deeply tender voice, “Hello to you too, Tina.”
“Tina?” Cellbit whispers loudly to Bagi, eyes wide and bright at hearing the clear affection in Bagi’s tone. He can’t wait to tell everybody.
(The love will kill you, or it will kill her. Neither options are good, but it's kinder than it sounds.)
local man witnesses the classic lesbian conundrum of does she like me or is she only saving my life and caring for me and kissing my forehead as a friend and it's all thanks to that fucking bear.
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mamma mia, here we go again!
Tina is doing this for the betterment of humanity. She’s putting in volunteer hours. It’s a public service.
Roier’s house is really cute. It’s a cozy, stone-brick and oak wood combination, with clean windows and well-cared for flowers. Tina hates that she has to invade it like this, but his door is locked, and sometimes, you have to make sacrifices for the greater cause. Tina debates knocking at the door, but decides against it. It’ll give him a chance to avoid her, and it’ll take much longer than the other way around things.
Tina takes a deep breath, then another, and slams her entire body weight into the door.
in which bagi and tina are forced to watch a big, gay car accident everytime they go outside, and tina breaks into roier's house. for, like, gay rights, or whatever.
