#Flavortext

[blacklotusmuseum]

"Breeding Pit"

Fallen Empires 1994 | Illus. Anson Maddocks

"The Thrulls bred at a terrifying pace. In the end, they overwhelmed the Order of the Ebon Hand."

[suncklet]

Fuuuuck my 4 year old oc who overdosed on weed isn't allowed? fuuuuuuuckkkkk

[howlsofbloodhounds]

Color asking his friends for reassurance that they still remember him. That they still know his name and his favorite food and the songs he likes. Asking for reassurance that he actually exists.

[gloomygloworm]

idk man i kinda wanna see more knee jerk reactions from edwin from his time in school. i love it when charles calls him pretty in fics and stuff but i feel like i dont get to see enough of the trauma that he maybe FORGOT? like yeah 70 years in hell tends to take precedence but what about things he FORGOT that sets him off? charles calls him pretty to tease him and edwin absolutely freaks out because his classmates used to call him pretty when kicking the shit out of him. just imagining edwin screaming IM NOT PRETTY because only soft fairy boys are pretty and soft fairy boys get their faces punched in. idk maybe its the internalized homophobia i just want him to work through these things with charles and the girls help

[sanusomaxxing]

I honestly am so obsessed with the idea of one-sided sanuso being unrequited by Sanji rather than Usopp. Sanji loves that guy so. So. Much. And there’s just something so. Uniquely devastating about it.

Like Yeah OF COURSE a love for the guy who’s insistent every second of every day of every hour that he’s STRAIGHTTTT STRAIGHT STRAIGHTTTTYTTTYY isn’t going to go well, Usopp is already doomed from the beginning in those scenarios!!!!

But Sanji?

Sanji? The guy who would see everything Usopp does with him as something special - hugging, looking for him, acting over-emotional, having FUN, wanting HIS protection - especially as someone whose protection has never been sought out before. As someone who was seen as weak. As a man who has a fragile sense of masculinity. As person who is comforted by his ability to protect and serve people. Who associates the act of doing so for someone with love. Romance.

He’s doomed.

He’s going to get swept away by it.

And he knows he’s doomed. He knows he’s wrong he knows he can’t think these things. He can’t feel these things he can’t WANT these things. He already hates that he does. He hates himself for it so goddamn much. He knows Usopp would hate him for it - No, he WANTS Usopp to hate him for it.

He wants Usopp to reel back if he hears this He wants to feel the bile rise up his throat as Usopp looks more and more sick He WANTS Usopp to run from him. He’s fucking disgusting.

It’s absolutely what he deserves.

But he hates it. He hates that’s the reality he’s fallen for he hates how that’s the punishment he’s been given he despises how he wants it because he loves Usopp so much more than the fate swings over his head like a gallows.

He doesn’t Usopp to ever have to throw up something he made for him.

So he craves and he wants it and he lets it warm him despite how selfish it is to keep seeing Usopp’s love everywhere when he knows it doesn’t exist and he never expected to exist in the first place and he doesn’t even WANT it to exist in the first place because he’s awful and he’s like the cockroach under his sole and he’s disgusting and he’s awful and he’s awful he’s awful and he’s awful he’s awful hes awfulhesawfulhesawfulHESAWFULHESAWFULHESAWFULHESAWFULHES

Because even if he - a terrible, terrible man - wasn’t supposed to be the one to love him. And even if he’s cursed with this chain to his heart. It’s impossible for him to see Usopp as anything but deserving of love. No matter how hard Sanji tried to hate him for making him love him like this. Because Usopp didn’t want to. Usopp didn’t want that. He never asked for it. He never would’ve asked for it. It’s Sanji’s fault for wanting it. For looking for it. For liking it. It’s Sanji’s fault for falling in love with him like this. When that love never belonged in his hands in the first place.

[othertalearchive]

EPIC SANSES:

(More added as they’re found.)

Epic Sanses masterpost.

Color & Delta Google Docs.

Art by their creators:

Quick, call 911!

Epic vs Cross (& Color).

Continuation.

Bullying a child.

Epic Sanses ll: The Epicness Awakening.

Resist the Swift.

Are Delta and Epic aware that Color is “in a relationship” with Killer?

Color and Epic aren’t canonically friends. (Color doesn’t canonically know about AUs, and has never canonically met another Sans AU.)

How Color & Epic would meet/What would happen if Delta stumbled upon Epictale?

Part 2.

What if Epic joined the Abyss Team? Color is here too.

Epic Sanses without Epic.

Other:

Epic Sanses became a concept on April 13th, 2017.

[theosdoor]

BFDI:TPOT 1^2: Afterthought

[the-epic-sanses]

Hello! Welcome to the blog!

I noticed that even after all these years, there has never been an account dedicated to this group of goofballs, so I decided I'd be the first! This blog is dedicated to Epic Sanses fans and anyone wanting to learn more about them. Feel free to @ this blog in any posts related to the Epic sanses! It makes my job easier :D

As of right now, the blog is only run by me (Mod Coffee) so I'll try my best to update things here!

Feel free to submit your own art, fics, headcanons, etc, in the inbox. I will try my best to respond to them :)

None of these characters are owned by me.

Epic is owned by @/yugogeer012

Color is owned by @/superyoumna

Delta is owned by @/theanimatedzorox

Character Tags

#Epic

#Color

#Delta

#Beta - fanmade name for Delta's bravery soul

#Firelights- fanmade name for Color's 6 human souls

#Bravery Duo -Delta and Color

#Sundusk Duo - Delta & Epic

#Flavortext Duo - Color and Epic

#Epic sanses - Tag including all three of them together

#Color spectrum duo - Color and Killer

#Chromatic Crew - Group of Epic sanses + Cross + Killer

#Blacksmith - Group of MTT (Killer, Horror, Murder) + Color

#Dude and bruh - Cross and Epic

#Other sanses - Includes any sanses outside the groups mentioned above.

#Other characters - Includes any characters outside the groups mentioned above.

#[Insert character] Archive - For archiving stuff on that character.

#Alternates - Describes an au or variant versions of the Epic Sanses

Descriptor tags

#Fanart

#Headcanons

#Fic

#Sancest/#Sanship- Sancest-related posts (I will only tag this if the original poster explicitly tags it as a ship or references it in the post).

#Ship - Any ship outside of sancest

#Othertale comics- For official comics featuring Color

#Epictale comics- For official comics featuring Epic

#No Pain No Gain- Epic's origin comic

#Modchatting - Posts that are updates or notes about the blog.

Just a note: This is not a ship-free blog! If you would like to avoid shipping, block the respective tags! However, this is a Frans and Incest-free zone.

This account was heavily inspired by the @the-star-sanses-fanclub

[hawaiifridaysbracket]

A MATCH MADE IN LORE?

Expansion era Fridays batters Yosh Carpenter and Melton Campbell went head to head in their first matchup of the tournament, and Fridays fans of the era will agree that yesterfriday's reveal of the resultant tie is fitting for this specific pair! Both fantastic examples of Nominative Determinism, Melton Campbell is a sentient lava creature in an invulnerable soup can, and Yosh Carpenter is — well — a woodworker. While some might expect that Carpenter might become frustrated with his teammate's physical properties when it comes to wood, Carpenter instead views it as a great chance to practice his carving skills as he fabricates replacement bats for the team. Originally connected when Melton was first Called Up to the active Lineup via Voicemailing (of course) out of the Shadows in exchange for Yosh, the two were initially lored to have a bond that will continue as they move through the bracket as a Dynamic Duo! Catch them in their next matchup against Mordecai Kingbird this Frime!

[sergeifyodorov]

hockey mtg 3: sweeties edition

[blacklotusmuseum]

"Delif's Cone"

Fallen Empires 1994 | Illus. Mark Tedin

"Where is it written that beasts must cause pain?" — Delif, Ponderings

[mika-miii]

Liber Soldier A Class I job requiring an infantry spear. The Soldier is a basic but flexible job, whose medium armor and long reach allow them to serve in many roles. Additionally, they channel their Element to strengthen themselves and allies, making this job a strong core for any group of adventurers.

i been deep in the 30mf mines lately... feeds both my bionicle and gba femblem class change brainworms. astonishing engineering for the price too

[howlsofbloodhounds]

do you think color or killer would like jewelry?

I think Killer would want to feel and look pretty, and Color wants to hoard shiny, pretty things, and sometimes he may even be tempted to eat them if they’re gold and look delicious.

I feel like Color actually has a ridiculous amount of jewelry he simply can’t bring himself get rid of or throw away, even if he doesn’t even wear most of them, but he has specific ones that are either special to him in some way (gifts, memories and/or sentimental value attached, specific ones that reminded him the people he loves, those shoddily made friendship bracelets and rings and necklaces, perhaps ones that the souls like more than others as well), or are just ones he wants to keep because they’re pretty and nice to watch glint in the sun.

I like to think he lends his jewelry to Epic for his cross dressing stuff, and they definitely allowed Killer to use and experiment with them. Either on his own body, or using Color as a canvas of sorts.

[sanusomaxxing]

Sanji and Usopp being incredibly similar while also being different. Sanji being assigned a ram, or a goat as an animal. Usopp being connected to a sheep. Sanji being associated with demonic imagery and lambs being associated with angelic imagery. Usopp’s constant connections to heroes in old legends and religion and fables that he doesn’t even realize, and Sanji’s reinforcement that he’s just like the villains, the demons and dijin and 鬼 all across the world. Sanji’s fear that power is inherently evil while Usopp’s desire to have power so he can be seen as good. There’s. Something in that.

[themetalvirus]

DARK SONIC}????!??!??!??!!? LIEK SONC X ANOME????!?!?!?!?!??!?!??!!?!?!?!?!?!?!!?!??!!??!?!?!?!

[miss-mania]

The Song of Maybe

(By Abbadon, from the Webcomic Kill Six Billion Demons)

Once, Lord Intra came to the Vale of Stalks. It was a broad land with a hardy and beautiful people that wove stems of grass into elaborate mats. There were frequent harvest songs and offerings to the God of Pigs.

Unfortunately, at the time, the people were starving. The land was ruled by Yem Yeddo and his family, who had sucked the life out of it for some time. That was the way of things in those days. Though the soil was quite fertile, Yem Yeddo had surrounded himself with thickset and well-fed men, who lacked in brains but made up for it in muscle and the same kind of canniness found in very smart dogs. These men he used as tax collectors, and he drained the land of every third, fourth, and fifth bale of crop, and sold it for crude coin, feeding the scraps to his thugs.

Lord Intra arrived at the local way house and was served black bread, as was the custom, but skesh was strangely absent, and the bread was thin and mealy. When Intra asked why, he quickly learned of the lands’ plight.

“What of the peregrine lords that tend this place?” He asked.

“They were killed by thirty men, and hung from a tree for seven days,” said the inn proprietor, with a look like a beaten animal.

Intra could not abide this. He called out to Yem Yeddo in the spare and decaying market square, who brought his thirty men.

“Preem Yeddo,” bellowed Intra, “You are a cruel and petty man. How can you scour this land so and not feel for the people that call it their abode?”

Yem Yeddo laughed. “Let them eat the stones, for all I care,” said he.

Intra, who was not one to balk at such matters, picked up a particularly large rock and said, “So it shall be. I shall feed the people with this stone.”

The lord of the vale and his thugs laughed at Intra and his preposterous proclamation. But their mirth was cruel, so they stayed to watch his futile labor.

“I will turn this rock into fire,” said Intra. The men roared with laughter.

“Fool!” they cackled. “The rock shall not become fire, no matter your wish.”

Intra ignored them, turned the rock in his well worn hand, and dug a shallow pit with it, piling the earth carefully at the sides. Then he gathered dry brush and reeds and piled them high in the pit. The sun was hot and bright overhead as he worked, and his traveling clothes were soiled with sweat as he worked. The men bade the villagers of that place gather water for them to drink as they watched Intra’s labors.

From his traveling cloth, Intra produced a sword. The thugs watching him leaned forward at this, but then quickly relaxed. It was a decrepit and battered thing, well used and pitted and chipped.

“I no longer use this to kill men,” said Intra. “But it’s very good for cooking dinner.”

Intra struck the rock against his sword, and a spark flew into the dry brush. Intra fanned it with great care, and soon a roaring fire blazed in the village square.

“Now I will make of this stone Earth and Water both,” said Intra, standing in front of the blaze.

“And air too, I suppose,” jested Yem Yeddo, the richest man in the vale, and all his men laughed.

But Intra did not. He took his proclamation very seriously. At this point, he had been sober for months and had a headache.

Intra took the stone, and his terribly damaged sword, and began to set to work by the side of the fire. Using the edge of the sword, he slowly chipped at the rock, flattening its shape. As the rock was of a reasonably large size, this took quite some time.

Once he was satisfied with his tool, he took off his kafeyen and traveling cape, so he was clad only in his underclothes, then found a good spot in the barren and muddy town square and began to dig.

Even the people in the square who had filtered in to see the Sword Saint and had some hope he might yet prove their savior felt their resolve sag at the sight of his starved body, laboring and sweating as he toiled in the muck and filth. The cruel master of the vale laughed and had a tent set up to shade him as he watched Intra’s struggles. “If you are done with your farce, I will happily geld you and make you my jester, lord Intra,” said he. Intra said nothing, but kept digging, only emerging to feed his fire. As the day dragged on and his fire burned to coals, he had quite a sizable amount of clay, which piece by piece he molded into bricks and let dry by the light of the sun and the heat of the fire.”Behold the earth,” said Intra.

As the sun began to creep lower towards the horizon, his craft quickly became apparent. Exhausted, and muscles quivering, he emerged from his hole and began to stack his bricks into a sturdily made bread oven. Then he asked for a vessel, and went down into his pit, emerging with it filled to the brim with muddy water, as he had dug deep enough to coax it from the dry earth.

“Behold the water,” said Intra, and set it to boil clean over the fire. He began to shovel coals into the oven, to prepare it and set it.

At this sight, more people began to gather at the square. They could sense that something was afoot. Yem Yeddo would have beaten them back into their homes, but he too was transfixed by the strange spectacle that was unfolding.

“Clever,” said Yem Yeddo, with the slightest tinge of anxiety in his voice, as all tyrants are wont to have when confronted with an honest man. “Do you mean to bake bread for the people? That will not work despite your powers of transfiguration, as I have all the grain.” His thugs, like the loyal dogs they were, sensed their master’s discomfort, and gripped the hilts of their weapons.

“I tire of this,” said Yem Yeddo, without realizing the gravity of his own situation. “Break his limbs.”

“Next,” said Intra, “I will turn this rock into air.”

The thirty strong men of Yem Yeddo drew their beating staves and started to approach Intra, slavering and yelping at the thought of snapping his legs like dry twigs and the food they would get as a reward after. Intra was a handsome man who did not have the look of a warrior about him, and the men were very stupid. His eyebrows were thin and delicate, like a woman, and he had lashes like a spider lilly. This made the men laugh uproariously at his effeminate appearance.

Intra, for his part, merely took the rock and raised it high. After all the work he had done with it, it had become quite small, dense, and sharp. Then with a flick of his wrist, he skipped the rock off the air so fast that it cracked like a whip. A sound like thunder rippled across the valley.

Intra was extremely good at skipping rocks, as it had become his famous pastime in his sobriety. He could skip rocks off anything, be it god or man. In this particular case, he skipped the rock off the ribcages of all thirty men in half a second. They blew open like an old basket and the wind whistled merrily through the empty and sputtering spaces where their chests had once been.

‘Behold the air,” said Intra.

Yem Yeddo was astonished, and a great terror overwhelmed him. He was a quick and cowardly man, and fled. The people rejoiced and the granaries were broken open. The bodies of the tyrannical lord’s men were burned without rites and stomped upon. Flour was dragged forth by the sackful, the well Intra dug was quickly filled with fresh water and reinforced with stone, and soon many loaves of bread were emerging, steaming, from his oven. A goat was slaughtered and a great feast was had.

“Thankyou for the hospitality,” said Intra, when the night had grown long. “I will not impose upon you any longer.”

The populace were desperate for him to stay. “Lord Intra,” said they, “Yem Yeddo may yet return, with more men!”

“That is true,” said Intra, “And that I cannot help with you. But remember, men like him have forgotten their mothers. Their feet do not touch the earth, and they grasp at feeble things. They are like a mangy dog fighting over a fetid corpse. They have forgotten that with their brothers, working together, they could bring down a magnificent ox.”

He reached down and picked a goodly sized rock from the floor of the valley.

“This valley is broad and beautiful. It may have one Yem Yeddo, but it contains many more stones.”