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Punk Rockin Around the Christmas Tree with Your Favorites; The Baby Face Boys ! ❤️☠️🖤🤘🏻🎅🏻

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You know what? Fuck you — *Draws more Baby Face art*

For all the quiet Jonas stans... Here's more Jonas sketches.

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| Baby Face | Brother's Grimm Voice Claim Playlist | 🍨☠️🌻⚜️🕊️ |

I finally went ahead and made a voice claim playlist! The songs are going to be in this order:

Nick 💙🍨💖

Sans 🖤☠️❤️

Jonas 🤎🌻🍂

Midas 💛⚜️🐍

Maeve 🤍🕊️💮

And then an ensemble with two or more voices because it's fun like that. I hope you guys enjoy!

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Also... Let me know if you guys would be into doing imagines with the BF! Boys? I see them all over Tumblr and they seem so fun to do! I'd love to do some fun little imagines with the boys and anyone who would like to participate, I just need to know it's actually something y'all would want and engage with.

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| BABE WAKE UP! NEW BABY FACE CHAPTER JUST DROPPED! |

| Baby Face Chapter 22 is finally out! | Read it HERE!!! on Ao3! | 💖

Chapter Word Count: 5,115

Chapter Excerpt~

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“Excuse me young lady, do you have a hall pass?” 

Frisk perked up at the harsh voice and she darted a look at the teacher. “Oh, uh—” GREAT! Just my luck to run into a damn hall monitor! 

“—No? You do realize skipping earns you a one-way ticket to after school detention, right?” Frisk gulped and glanced around for some sort of salvation. Fuck! Sans may have rubbed off on her but clearly his skills hadn't!   

“Alright, that's enough. I'm writing you up. What's your name?” 

Frisk stammered over her protests, but her throat swelled with frustration so taut she couldn't muster up with any arguments. Why is this all happening to me? What did I do to deserve this? 

“Whoa, hey!” a familiar voice barked through the hall. Both Frisk and the hall monitor jerked to attention, and Frisk couldn't help the relieved smile that spread across her face when she saw none other than Jonas. 

“And how does this concern you?” grumbled the hall monitor. Jonas laughed and jogged over to them. 

“She's with me, we were delivering some equipment to the computer lab as requested by Mr. Cantella. See? Here's our hall pass, I just… to be honest, I lagged behind to use the bathroom. I told her to just go ahead but… I guess I was a little short sighted,” he rambled with a nervous laugh as he waved the purple slip of paper in the air for the hall monitor to see. 

Just as Jonas had said, there was his name in sharp cursive, and in the same sharp cursive was Frisk's name as well. 

Frisk's eyes sparkled at the thrill of it. They'd done it again. Sans's friends had once again swooped in to save her ass, and she couldn't help but feel impressed. The thought made her blush and she swayed on her heels in order to dispel it.

“Hmm… I guess this is sufficient. Okay. But you better be in class. No loitering, and Jonas! Keep those wheels of yours off the floor!” shouted the hall monitor as he marched down the corridor away from them.

Jonas gave a wide grin and waved him off. “Will do! Have a good day!” 

Before Frisk could comprehend any of his words, Jonas grabbed her shoulder and yanked on her shirt. “Run,”

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💖↓ Chapter 22 ↓💖

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