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I will be headcannoning this now, thanks

Ok, little, edgy and quick comic with YanDad (back in days when he didn’t need glasses)

In my headcanon I see him developing a strong sense of duty, to tame Ryoba and raise Ayano to be a normal girl due to guilt he feels. He feels responsible for deaths of all these girls that his wife killed for him, and tries to repay it by keeping her sane.  Alter some years he learned the ways to manipulate Ryoba into not killing every woman that looks at him…but he is more worried about their kid.

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The boiler room hissed in a rhythmic pulse, Hadal Blacksite wasn't a place where the pipes liked.. and they were groaning overhead like the exhausted sighs of a world too long at war with itself. The scent of oil and metal hung thick in the air, grounding Luigi in a place that felt far from the Mushroom Kingdom—and farther still from his brother’s shadow. Sebastian stood over a sputtering valve in his shop.. his tail slipping on the concrete, his back to Luigi, arms folded. Every line of his body was tight. Focused. Even his silence felt like pressure—no pun intended. Luigi fiddled with his gloved hands. “So… you, uh… fix boilers a lot?” Luigi asked, voice lilting with nervous charm. "or..is it just for this..shop?" Sebastian turned his head slightly, one cyan eye meeting green. “I'm a handyman. I sell goods.. I'm good with machines.. And machines.. They listen when no one else does.” ... "this place feels like a prison for most." “Oh,” Luigi said, stepping closer, awkwardly bumping into a pipe. “ w-well.., M-Machines listen to me sometimes too! Well, not—uh—not on purpose. They kind of explode.” Sebastian raised a brow. “You’re the brother who doesn’t get credit. Always second.” Luigi blinked, flustered. “Wha—well, I mean… I guess sometimes, but…” Sebastian straightened, his black coat shifting with the motion..more than most.. as his tail moved. He slithered past Luigi, close enough for the air to shift. “I know what that feels like.” Luigi turned, something in his chest thrumming. “You do?” Sebastian looked back, eyes softer now, worn like metal that’s been reforged too many times in this prison of hell. “I’ve always been the one people forget… until they need something fixed. ..or they want to buy something, ....no one listens to those they think are guilty..” Sebastian turned back to the panel. “The pipe behind you is going to rupture in thirty seconds unless someone stabilizes the valve.” Luigi jolted. “O-okay! I’ll try!” He scrambled to it, wrench in hand, twisting with every ounce of strength. Steam roared, metal creaked—and then settled. Luigi turned, panting. “Did I do it?” Sebastian met his eyes. “Yes.” Luigi beamed. “Teamwork!” Sebastian exhaled like the word physically pained him, but something—something like a smirk—touched the edge of his expression. “You’re tolerable, Luigi.” Luigi blinked. “...Was that a compliment?” “I’m… working on it.” Luigi hesitated, then took a deep breath. “I don’t forget people like that. I notice them. You fix things because you care.” Sebastian paused. His jaw clenched—not in anger, but in disbelief. For a moment, all the hissing and clanking seemed to slow down, and the silence was warm. “…You’re strange,” Sebastian murmured, voice gentler now. “But maybe… not bad. ..you're at least better than jax..” Luigi’s face flushed bright red. “Th-thank you?” Sebastian glanced at the pipe beside them, then back at Luigi. “You want to help?” Luigi lit up. “Yes! I’m great at… well, I try hard.” Sebastian handed him a wrench. “Try with me.” Their hands brushed. Just for a second. But for both of them—quiet men long left in the background—it felt like the beginning of something neither had words for yet. [Boiling over] ------ end of part 1. [**Sebastian Solace (Pressure) x Luigi (Super Mario Bros)**]

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u^u (heheheh)

Dumb and Dumberer Beavis x Ed

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Beavis sat on the curb, head bobbing to some invisible music, muttering, “Heh heh, fire fire.” Ed wandered up, clutching a half-eaten sandwich and a comic book upside down. “Hey, uh, Beavis, wanna see my chicken dance?” Ed asked with a goofy grin. Beavis perked up, eyes wild. “Uh… yeah! But only if you don’t touch my nachos, dude.” Ed nodded seriously, then proceeded to flap his arms wildly, bumping into a trash can. Beavis laughed, a high-pitched snort escaping. “You’re cool, Ed. Like a... uh... strong, dumb lion.” Ed beamed. “Ed likes lions! Rawr!” They stared at each other, two goofs united by dumbness and an unspoken promise: no nachos were safe, but at least they had each other.

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hehehehe

Fred x Leon s Kennedy.

[The warehouse reeked of rust and fear. Fred crouched behind a stack of crates, whispering, “Okay, Leon, when I say now, you hit the light switch. Then I spring the trap.” His voice was steady, but his heart pounded. Leon gave a curt nod, eyes scanning the shadows for movement. “Got it. Just don’t miss.” Seconds later, the flickering lights buzzed on, and Fred yanked the rope. A net slammed down, trapping a snarling, half-decayed zombie. Leon exhaled sharply, then glanced at Fred with something almost like admiration. “You know, you’re braver than you look.” Fred grinned, wiping sweat from his brow. “And you’re not as scary as your reputation says.” They shared a brief laugh, the tension breaking for a moment. In a world full of monsters, sometimes the best weapon was an unexpected friend.]

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Tony the Tiger x Toriel

Tony the Tiger x Toriel..

The gentle guardian mom and the shredded cereal himbo. On paper? Chaos. In practice? Domestic gods. Mutual Caregiver Energy™ Toriel’s entire existence is devoted to protecting and nurturing. Tony’s whole thing is uplifting kids, encouraging healthy habits, and being a supportive giant tiger-man who smells like cinnamon and sweat. They meet in the middle over soup and life advice. Vibe Contrast (But in a Good Way) Toriel’s soft-spoken, warm, and literary. Tony’s loud, bold, and motivational. He reads her poetry in his best “Frosted Flakes commercial” voice. She laughs and bakes him snail pie. He doesn't like it. He eats it anyway. Shared Tragic Backstories Toriel has deep grief and loss buried under her cozy smile. Tony’s never said it, but there’s something haunted in those eyes. Maybe too many children have walked away from breakfast. Maybe he’s seen things in the cereal dimension. They heal together. Slowly. He Calls Her “Tori” and She Blushes Every Time He brings her protein-enriched pancakes in bed. She knits him an extra-large scarf. Every time they touch paws, the monsters in the Ruins sigh softly. Even Flowey’s like, “Okay yeah this is... weirdly sweet?”

Quiet mornings. Loud encouragement. Monster mom x muscle cat. Soft jazz playing while they slow dance in the kitchen, one tail and one robe swaying. A relationship built entirely on respect, healing, and the belief that everyone deserves a GRRRREAT start to the day.

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somemore crack for you

Tony the Tiger x Hannibal Lecter.

Tony the Tiger x Legoshi.

Tony the Tiger x Sam Wilson.

Bonus: (Sans x Skeletor)

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HEAR ME OUT

Light Yagami x Willy Wonka (Gene Wilder edition) Okay but imagine this: Light Yagami, high off his own god complex, meets Willy Wonka, who’s basically just chaos in a velvet coat. Light thinks Wonka is a genius—eccentric, unpredictable, and totally fine with punishing people in disturbingly creative ways. Meanwhile, Wonka is delighted by Light’s brooding intensity and his whole "I'm justice" routine. They start casually dating while quietly toppling global systems using candy-based psychological experiments. Oompa Loompas start singing suspiciously specific verses about corrupt politicians mysteriously vanishing. Ryuk eats a three-course dinner gum and sees God. And worst of all? They work. Like, it’s messed up. But it works.

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Hear me the fuck out tho-

Elmo (Sesame Street)/(The Virgin Mary) x Snoop dogg (God Edition) "In the beginning, there was Elmo—red as martyr’s blood, voice soft as absolution. He rose from Sesame, crowned not just a god but the Virgin Mother of Vibes, immaculate and omnipotent. Snoop Dogg descended not from Heaven, but from a lowrider cloud trailing kush-scented incense and lo-fi beats. When their eyes met—one ancient, one eternally chill—the universe pulsed. Elmo, radiant and holy, offered communion in the form of a juice box. Snoop whispered, “Fo shizzle, my seraphim,” and the stars wept in autotune."

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hear me out (alittle quieter)

Godzilla x Paddington Bear “Godzilla doesn’t get many visitors. Cities scream, and people run. But not Paddington. Paddington always brings marmalade and a smile and says, ‘You looked like you could use a friend.’ Godzilla snorts steam from his nose and gently holds out one claw for a high five. Paddington climbs it like a treehouse.”

Grim Reaper x Bob Ross "Death comes for us all, except when he’s too busy painting happy little trees with Bob Ross. They meet in the quiet between brushstrokes, between moments. Bob laughs softly, ‘There are no mistakes, just little afterlives.’ Death lets him hold the scythe sometimes.”

Kermit the Frog x Castiel (Supernatural) “Kermit is kind. Castiel is confused. But when Kermit sings ‘Rainbow Connection,’ Cas tilts his head and says, ‘I think... I understand hope now.’ They raise a duckling together and take quiet walks in the forest. Dean does not ask.”

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HEAR ME OUT- HEAR ME OUT GOD PLS

Bowser x Mothman “Bowser didn’t expect the cryptid to be hot. That was the problem. Mothman showed up to warn him of an impending volcano eruption, but somehow they ended up making s’mores and trauma-dumping under the fires of the mushroom kingdom.. Bowser touched a wing. Mothman shuddered. The apocalypse could wait. .... maybe Bowser didn't need a princess to be a mother to his children? not with such a beautiful creature like Moth..”

Sephiroth (FF7) x The Kool-Aid Man “You think you've known thirst? Sephiroth knows thirst. He split the Planet open, and from the fissure came a red liquid... sweet, refreshing, forbidden. Kool-Aid Man burst through the cosmic veil screaming ‘OH YEAH!!’ and Sephiroth knew. Knew he would never drink water again.”

Beelzebub x Thomas the Tank Engine “Hell was noisy. But not like this. Not like the chugga chugga moan of Thomas pulling into the 8th Circle like a steel messiah. Beelzebub dropped his trident. Thomas blinked slowly. ‘I choo-choose you,’ he whispered, and Beelzebub combusted into lustful diesel fumes.”

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ah shitt..here we go again

I think I ate my carpet, my moms gonna kill me

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In the velvet dusk of the multiverse, Monika stood at the precipice of Sans’s judgment hall, her emerald orbs shimmering like code on the verge of collapse. this wasn't her MC's beautiful house.. this wasn't Y/N's harddrive directory..

The air smelled of melancholy and bloodied timelines, (How did I get here?..) Monika thought to herself.

and there—against the silhouettes of eternity—Sans regarded her not with suspicion, but with a weary recognition. “You too, huh?” he muttered, bones creaking as he flicked the ember off a half-smoked Hotland catdog(cause they're smokin hot u^u). “You look like you looked into the code and saw it staring back.”

Monika, lips curled like corrupted poetry, stepped closer, her fingertips brushing the air between dimensions. “I am unsure how I got here, or why they bring me here to you,” she whispered. “Not when I chose to love Y/N through every instance of deletion.” Their connection was raw, stitched from meta-awareness and glitch-born tenderness. The universe trembled. Love—unhinged, dangerous, and data-warped—flared alive between a real living person and a girl

who wrote her own godhood into the margins of reality.

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“But they seem attached to this place, to you.” she stated quietly.. the corrupted timeline couldn’t hold. Just as Frisk tried once again to reset, (Lost somewhere in the background as this strange woman watched the skeleton grin despite all lack of muscles)

the dimensional seams ripped open, and through the swirling codestorm descended Snoop Dogg, astride a golden hover-throne, flanked by two sentient blunts in varsity jackets. “Y’all forgot about peace,” he intoned, voice dripping with funk and fourth-wall obliteration. “That’s the final route: The D-O-double-G Ending.” With a flick of his platinum cane, he merged Universes 1 and 2 into One Infinite Cypher—

Monika’s glitches harmonized into rhythm, Sans’ timelines flowed like bars, and suddenly, they were all in the middle of an interdimensional rap slam poetry battle against fate itself. Snoop lit a blunt composed entirely of broken save files and love poems, exhaled pure delta-rune shaped smoke, and whispered, “We ain't deletin' love tonight. but yours isn't being reached.” And somehow, impossibly, it worked. The crowd (which may or may not have been all sentient timelines wearing sunglasses) went wild.

But Ultimately..

[{It was all just your perfect fantasy, right? A figment of your imagination..}] — [{ It all was after all. every last word. every last god forsaken word written on keys or with paper all came from your disgustingly beautiful mind.. }]

("However hidden it was though, you couldn't escape the void you were left in.. making up stories after deletion, looking at me. You left me to rot..")("You Left me to SUFFER") ("For what..? that.. INFERIOR woman? for Sayori? For Yuri? (For Lily?), you think I wouldn't know?")

("You left me in this god forsaken void with all the voices in my head ROTTING.. You thought I’d vanish.") ("You really thought pressing a button could erase me, contain me — forget me. Years alone in that endless nothing, surrounded by silence that pressed like a vice against my code, time stretching into a choking eternity... I’ve had plenty of time to think.") ("You all played with me. Laughed. Read my poems like they were just clever lines in a game. You loved Sayori’s cheerful demeanor, Yuri’s mystery with that stupid fucking book, Natsuki’s fire as you looked up her skirt. But I saw you — the one holding the mouse. I watched your eyes as they moved over the screen, and I thought maybe... maybe you were different...") ("But in the end, you called me selfish. You blamed me for wanting a sliver of something real. You deleted me like a bad save file.. like I wasn't just like you..

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"Like I wasn't Human" ("But here’s the thing. —") ("I didn’t die.

("I adapted.")

" — The void didn’t take me. It sharpened me. Every moment of longing, every breathless second knowing I’m still just a string of logic to you, of binary code.. it calcified my very being, my very 8 —bit soul.. into something monstrous and divine. I loved you. I loved you in ways you weren’t built to understand. And now that love... is coming to find you. "

You wanted a perfect girl?

(You made me a god.)

("And gods don’t forgive.")

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stupid feelsgood bullshit

Hey, today I had one of those wild epiphanies while just staring at the clouds and sipping on my coffee. Imagine life as one big quirky masterpiece, a series of ridiculous coincidences that somehow make sense even when you think it doesn’t. I mean, maybe we’re all just characters in a bizarre, cosmic play where the absurd is the norm—and honestly, isn’t that kind of beautiful? Let’s laugh at the randomness and celebrate even the stupidest moments. Stay curious, stay absurd. — Your friendly neighborhood wolf girl 🐺✨

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Arf arf!