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[casualshrimp-but-undertale]

nightmare being all “YOU MERE MORTALS!!! I SHANT BE TO YOUR LEVEL AND CATCH A COLD!!!!!” as he slowly realizes in absolute horror that yes, he is at that level, is funny to me

[yeonbins]

🥺😭

[sloasis]

THE DIAZ BOYS <33

[3416]

fjlksjfkls this is making me laugh so much. the journalist gave him the whole setup and everything about 1634 hitting their milestones on the same goal i cant brejakjfklsa... he's so happy and good natured... "well when you put it like that" :D

[comessasparrow]

thinking about artist!usopp and how there would be so many doodles and sketches of everyone from the crew, except usopp himself.

[wordy-little-witch]

Imagine in the EoM campaign, Briggsy wakes up after a "dreamless" sleep in Druskenvald after the Yuletide one-shot events. He vaguely remembers bits and pieces, but it's mostly fuzzy.

Especially the memories about some cute, tall fella with eyes like topaz dipped in magenta glitter.

He also recalls something about bones, getting a date and gorillas, for some reason. Not the weirdest dream he's ever had, honestly, but still pretty out there.

Except he kind of remembers the runes that one guy gave him. It looked like a cat if you looked at it sideways.

Everyone else is still asleep when he wakes up, and he's tired, he's a pirate, and he does whatever the hell he wants.

He grabs his sendingstone, he pops in the number, and he sends a message.

Smth like this shit

And lo and behold... several minutes later, he gets a response.

Neither of their friend groups know quite what to do about/with this new development, but damn if it isn't hilarious.

[terratalecreatorsblogthingyep]

giggling so hard

woopsies.

[rustedleopard]

Monsters are made up of "Love, Hope, and Compassion," but I see it as a metaphor for their society as a whole. The Underground society is more peaceful, due to much less competition than humans, most likely due to less access to resources, which most likely contributed to cooperation.

Perhaps because of this, their scientific and technological progress has slowed down (the closure of Steamworks and the dismissal of all engineers. And the opening of a scientific complex with ONE scientist.) although because of the magic, they probably don't need that much technology...

As I said, their society is becoming more peaceful and monsters are just more inclined to cooperate. For them, murder is an unthinkable act (remember when Ed joked "that now he is with the wind," Martlet was shocked by these words.) Perhaps the monsters have built a kind of utopia within a limited framework

Even if the monsters broke the barrier and killed all the people, many people didn't like this result very much.

(Starlo rummages through a garbage dump and finds a VHS tape of Saving Private Ryan and takes it to his gang's house to show everyone, thinking it's about cowboys;)

P.S. This is the result of my brainstorming, which I decided to share with you.

I find it interesting that people think that monsters are made of "love, hope, and compassion" when the book from the Snowdin Librarby states:

Love, hope, compassion... This is what people say monster SOULs are made of.

But the absolute nature of "SOUL" is unknown.

After all, humans have proven their SOULs don't need these things to exist. - Book 6 (from the left) in Snowdin Library

Note that it doesn't state that monster SOULs are 100% confirmed to be made of "love, hope, and compassion;" it's just what they're said to be made out of (by monsters, so this conclusion is of course going to be biased) but what monster/human SOULs are actually made of is unknown. Love and hope and compassion are things that both humans and monsters need to live though. A monster denied these things will Fall Down because, being composed of magic, their dispositions are weaker than humans and they rely heavily on their SOULs/emotional state to sustain their being.

But humans have physical bodies that aren't linked so closely to the state of their SOUL. A human will certainly not die without love and compassion and hope, but that doesn't mean that they'll remain the same. Take what Frisk turns into over the course of a No Mercy Run (and I suppose I can throw Clover in here as well, even though they're from a fan-game). They become worse, warping into violent beings that are unrecognizable as human (Frisk)/unrecognizable as their former self (Clover). It's not a literal death of the person but more of a figurative death of the self.

Or look at Flowey: former monster, now SOULless being who's become so detached from his own emotions that love and compassion feel foreign to him. He's not dying from a lack of those feelings, but the person he used to be died over time + hundreds of Resets and Reloads and he's turned malevolent. He's able to recognize himself in Frisk when they finish a No Mercy Run in the Ruins ("Hahaha... You're not really human, are you? No. You're empty inside. Just like me."). This is the closest that you will likely get to seeing what a monster could become without love, hope, and compassion without Falling Down because Asriel exists in the physical body of a flower that is sustained by DT. And here he is drawing a comparison between himself and an exceptionally cruel human, proving that humans and monsters aren't so different from each other in the matters of the SOUL.

Tl;dr, personally I don't think that monsters are made of love, hope, and compassion like they claim to be. They still bully each other. They still hurt each other. They still want to go to war against humanity* and bring about the death of humankind. That doesn't sound loving and compassionate to me. They're peaceful beings and a large part of that is because of their magical physiology that relies on them feeling good in order to exist + they're all crammed under a mountain that practically forces cooperation with one another (you're stuck with your community whether you like it or not so you might as well get along). But that doesn't make them perfect.

And I have no clue how Starlo mistakes Saving Private Ryan for a cowboy movie from the title alone, but rest assured that I doubt that the Five making it through a war movie. Or any sort of movie that's excessively violent (unless it's a western and the violence is depicted in a more glorifying way but even they have their limits). They're LARPers, entertainers, not fighters.

*Though this fixation on destroying humanity seems more like monsters focusing on some nebulous goal that comes with their freedom than actually wanting the death of the human race, judging by how quickly they give up the War as soon as the Barrier is broken. Monster society is peaceful, crimes in the Underground are of the petty variety like theft. They lack the disposition for violence, judging by how so many of them aren't actually attacking Frisk/Clover but are instead communicating via magic which is perceived as an attack by humans--and those few monsters that are attacking for real can be dissuaded with the proper ACTs. I'd imagine that because monsters are so divorced from violence, they don't truly understand the suffering that comes with it; had they been plunged into actual war, they wouldn't have lasted long.

[hazelnutnebula]

forgot to mention.. i preordered the leon nendoroid. ... . 🧍

[purplebehittindifferent]

I wonder where Kris ended up… I can’t express how thankful I am for everyone’s patience on this 💜 Start

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[yeonbins]

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[dayurno]

(takes hit off of cigar) of course jean wasn't fazed by xavier's top surgery scars..................... he's seen kevin shirtless before

[die-tenebris]

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[wordy-little-witch]

For the party game prompt would it be possible for SanUso (Sanji and Usopp) with a game of 2 truths and a lie?

Sure thing!!!!!! ♡♡♡♡♡

Sitting together under the moonlight on the deck was an odd way of spending am anniversary, but it was what they had - and more than that, it was what they wanted.

Two years apart had been hellish on their nerves, especially so soon after they'd both finally become open to confessing their shared affections. The words were never said outright, sentiments always sent and received but never declared. It was complicated and hard, arduous and agonizing, but it was theirs in the way all things were, will be, could be. And that was perfect.

So now Sanji poured another glass of fruity wine into Usopp's cup as the other giggled himself dizzy as he tried to splutter out his two truths and singular lie.

The cook waited patiently, holding in his own laughter before he replied quickly with a "last one - you're pansexual, not bisexual."

"Ugh! Rude." The sharpshooter gave him a playful shove before snuggling back into the half shared embrace. "You can always tell," he sighed.

"You scrunch your nose a little when you're being honest."

"What?"

He hummed, reaching our to drag his finger from the space between Usopp's brow to the bridge of his nose. "The skin here tightens. It's soft, so usually it only moves a little bit, but when it does, I want to kiss it. Sometimes," he breathed softly, thumb swiping along the other's upper lip, "this will curl a little bit. Nothing noticeable, honestly. I only saw because of how much I stare. But your smile curves just the slightest bit. Becomes more devious."

"Devious? When I tell the truth?" Usopp's hand cupped a stubble coated jaw tenderly, calloused fingers brushing pale skin.

Sanji nuzled into the touch. "Truth can be the most deadly thing, my dear."

Usopp chuckled. "Mm. Yeah. 'S your turn, blondie."

Sanji moved his hand, took Usopp's in his own, a kiss falling to the darker man's knuckles. "I love you," Sanji whispered, voice soft despite the sudden echoing silence. "I will always love you." He looked up, meeting the other's dark eyes, stars reflected in them and glittering with light and tears both. "And I deserve you."

It was frozen for a moment, both still. Then Usopp was lunging, tackling the other down, impromptu picnic forgotten as the marksman straddled the cook and stole his breath with his own lips. Hands grasped, clinging, tight, loving, but chaste - not consumed but desperate for validation. The world bled away in swirls of color, lost under the movement of lips and press of palms.

When the finally drew back, Usopp huffed, fishing his hand in the collar of the other's shirt. "It's two truth and one lie," he panted softly, shaking his head before pressing their foreheads together. "Not three truths."

Sanji hiccupped, hand moving to tangle in inky coils, pulling the other closer. Usopp fell into his body once more, glaring half heartedly.

"You deserve it," he declared, firm but soft, unyielding but gentle. "Happiness, freedom, whatever the hell you want. You deserve the world Sanji. And I want to fight in that world with you."

"I love you."

"I love you too, dumby."

Kisses were shared again, pecks, chadte, deep, sensual, until time was lost and their breaths were ragged. When finally they drew apart, Sanji pushed himself up, Usopp perching comfortably in his lap. They smiled, warm, loving, happy, comfortable.

A hand drifted to the side, searching and paused.

Sanji turned to look, wine bottle that should be next to them now gone. He glanced to Usopp. The marksman had turned as well, leaning to see if it had been knocked over. It was gone, all other things remaining perfect and pristine despite their mild tumble. Blue eyes blinked in confusion.

Usopp glanced up, narrowing his eyes.

A form on the madt seemed to freeze and then climb quicker.

Sanji scowled at the other man, steel and green fire soaking his energy. Usopp began to cackle even as Sanji lunged up, setting him down with deceptive gentleness, a scream for the marimo in question already falling from kiss-bruised lips.

Usopp watched the cook - his Sanji - chase the swordsman up the crowsnest.

Ah, no such thing as a dull day or night around here.

He loved this ship.

[knightedgales]

@pawnedprince asked: Trying to kiss him through the loud grin plastered upon his face is a challenge, but by god is he trying. Laughter would burst through his ribs like a loosed flock if he would let it. "Henry, oh my dear Henry." His voice sings the most joyous chorus. / (wuv u)

Trying. What a curious word. After all, as far as he's concerned, the efforts scarcely necessary.

And it's...curious, refreshing even, that amidst the sorrow that's come hounding upon their steps, this something, this everything, would slot like a puzzle. Certainly, it had come in stumbling like a child, that needing to upend him surrendering to a tenderness. In hindsight, it crept much like the autumn with the crawling of its windchills bringing summer to its heel, but there: now the trees are umber and torched like a fire and in spades winks the glimmer of ochre shades.

It's warm. Hans smiles against his mouth, laughing, and gauzily, their hideout hums with bees.

"Knock it off, you prick," Henry scoffs, chest filled with honey, syrup, and a molasses-thick treacle. Beneath them, the fresh glade sing-songs, cheers, and in drags, shuffle in its grasses against their tangled legs. Here, Henry flips them over until the twilight freckles those lashes from the treetops. And it's almost criminal, he thinks again, how deliriously handsome this noble is beneath him. Indeed, he would seem swaddled by the sunset that'd go kiss him like a shroud, and to deny himself the pleasure of letting his warm mouth chase it? Never. His eyes flutter shut. Against Hans' mouth, he tastes their picnic's wine and the shapes of autumn.

Delicious. Delirious. They could hide out here forever.

"No offense, Sir, but I've had it up to here with you." Truly. He kisses him. He takes the swell of that bottom lip between his teeth, shifts, and slips a knee between those thighs. He can drown in him. He is so, so handsome. "Damnation. You drive me mad, you know that? What are we to do about it?"

[antebellumite]

ASK GAME PLZZZZ do a tcgf au moodboard

Thank you so much! This was vv fun ( and took a lot of time lmao). I went bonkers with Canva and made us six ( I did use your art for Calhoun and Clay though-apologies for that)

In order: Calhoun, Clay, Monroe, Webster, Biddle, and Jackson.