Clown baby Kai
@clownbabykai.bsky.social
(18+) {He/Him} Writer and artist
DabiHaul is my hyperfixation 💜💙
Header thanks to one-cherry on Tumblr! Icon thanks to @sammachu
DabiHaul is my hyperfixation 💜💙
Header thanks to one-cherry on Tumblr! Icon thanks to @sammachu
And where’s the study of his dick?
March 19, 2025 at 9:22 PM
And where’s the study of his dick?
Kai. Cry. -Send Tweet.
September 1, 2024 at 9:57 PM
Kai. Cry. -Send Tweet.
(( Oh, and, did you catch all of those other characters? I wonder who adopted Zappy... ))
July 14, 2024 at 5:39 AM
(( Oh, and, did you catch all of those other characters? I wonder who adopted Zappy... ))
(( And that's a wrap for our first chapter! The second should be up in a bit, and we will be seeing more of BIg Boy then. One of my dearest friends actually made fanart for this chap, so I'll be posting that soon -- Thanks for reading! <3 ))
July 14, 2024 at 5:38 AM
(( And that's a wrap for our first chapter! The second should be up in a bit, and we will be seeing more of BIg Boy then. One of my dearest friends actually made fanart for this chap, so I'll be posting that soon -- Thanks for reading! <3 ))
He sighed.
/At least I don’t have class tomorrow./
“If this goes to shit, I’m blaming Zappy entirely.”
/At least I don’t have class tomorrow./
“If this goes to shit, I’m blaming Zappy entirely.”
July 14, 2024 at 5:30 AM
He sighed.
/At least I don’t have class tomorrow./
“If this goes to shit, I’m blaming Zappy entirely.”
/At least I don’t have class tomorrow./
“If this goes to shit, I’m blaming Zappy entirely.”
After a few moments he had a fully filled form, a partially paid adoption fee, and an appointment to meet with someone at the center at 8:30 am.
/Which is…/
He checked the time.
/In about four hours./
/Which is…/
He checked the time.
/In about four hours./
July 14, 2024 at 5:29 AM
After a few moments he had a fully filled form, a partially paid adoption fee, and an appointment to meet with someone at the center at 8:30 am.
/Which is…/
He checked the time.
/In about four hours./
/Which is…/
He checked the time.
/In about four hours./
His eyes flicked up to the large button that said /‘Submit an adoption application, Today!’/
/Make a circuit with me./
“Fuck it.”
/Make a circuit with me./
“Fuck it.”
July 14, 2024 at 5:28 AM
His eyes flicked up to the large button that said /‘Submit an adoption application, Today!’/
/Make a circuit with me./
“Fuck it.”
/Make a circuit with me./
“Fuck it.”
“He is a big boy…” His head dropped to the desk with a groan. “Am I into tigers now? Is this—Christ.” His head lifted enough to rest his chin on the foam wrist pad. “I am not sober enough to make decisions right now.”
July 14, 2024 at 5:27 AM
“He is a big boy…” His head dropped to the desk with a groan. “Am I into tigers now? Is this—Christ.” His head lifted enough to rest his chin on the foam wrist pad. “I am not sober enough to make decisions right now.”
He scrolled back up, to see the words /“Big Boy;”/ no emoticons, no flourishes, no tagline, just—
Big.
Boy.
Big.
Boy.
July 14, 2024 at 5:26 AM
He scrolled back up, to see the words /“Big Boy;”/ no emoticons, no flourishes, no tagline, just—
Big.
Boy.
Big.
Boy.
Eyes curved in happy half moon slits, mouth wide, mid-laugh, and a dimple in his right cheek.
“He’s got a fucking dimple.” Warmth pooled low in his gut, and he shifted in his chair. “Okay, stop drooling. What’s your name?”
“He’s got a fucking dimple.” Warmth pooled low in his gut, and he shifted in his chair. “Okay, stop drooling. What’s your name?”
July 14, 2024 at 5:25 AM
Eyes curved in happy half moon slits, mouth wide, mid-laugh, and a dimple in his right cheek.
“He’s got a fucking dimple.” Warmth pooled low in his gut, and he shifted in his chair. “Okay, stop drooling. What’s your name?”
“He’s got a fucking dimple.” Warmth pooled low in his gut, and he shifted in his chair. “Okay, stop drooling. What’s your name?”
It was an action shot: the tiger hybrid was pouncing on a ball in a large pool, water splashing around him. His black t-shirt was soaked and completely stuck to his skin, white hair plastered to his forehead, and that face—
July 14, 2024 at 5:24 AM
It was an action shot: the tiger hybrid was pouncing on a ball in a large pool, water splashing around him. His black t-shirt was soaked and completely stuck to his skin, white hair plastered to his forehead, and that face—
/Of course, they save the best for last./
Forcing a breath through his nose, he looked at the screen.
Forcing a breath through his nose, he looked at the screen.
July 14, 2024 at 5:23 AM
/Of course, they save the best for last./
Forcing a breath through his nose, he looked at the screen.
Forcing a breath through his nose, he looked at the screen.
“That’s stupid fucking cute…and who the hell is taking these professional photographs? Do they have their own onsite team for this?”
There was one picture left; he bit his lip and clicked the arrow.
He closed his eyes; he pressed his lips together.
There was one picture left; he bit his lip and clicked the arrow.
He closed his eyes; he pressed his lips together.
July 14, 2024 at 5:22 AM
“That’s stupid fucking cute…and who the hell is taking these professional photographs? Do they have their own onsite team for this?”
There was one picture left; he bit his lip and clicked the arrow.
He closed his eyes; he pressed his lips together.
There was one picture left; he bit his lip and clicked the arrow.
He closed his eyes; he pressed his lips together.
It was a close up shot of his face: rounded fluffy ears perked forward, and bright blue eyes narrowed at the small yellow butterfly on his nose. The sunlight was bright enough to show a spattering of freckles across his nose and cheeks.
July 14, 2024 at 5:21 AM
It was a close up shot of his face: rounded fluffy ears perked forward, and bright blue eyes narrowed at the small yellow butterfly on his nose. The sunlight was bright enough to show a spattering of freckles across his nose and cheeks.
“Okay, /shut up/. You can’t do that. You’re drunk. Just…look at the next picture.”
/Make a circuit with me…/
“Shut the hell up.”
He clicked again.
/Make a circuit with me…/
“Shut the hell up.”
He clicked again.
July 14, 2024 at 5:20 AM
“Okay, /shut up/. You can’t do that. You’re drunk. Just…look at the next picture.”
/Make a circuit with me…/
“Shut the hell up.”
He clicked again.
/Make a circuit with me…/
“Shut the hell up.”
He clicked again.