#and cookies

[y2kinnow]

noo dont be inlove with that guy bb i can be funny on occasion too and im also beautiful and tragic sometimes

[wilwywaylan]

That one is old, but I rescanned it with prettier colors, and I forgot to post it.

They are still stupid and I still love them.

[rydiathesummoner]

Why Dion's character arc doesn't feel complete (IMO)

I know most likely the DLCs will cover Leviathan and Cid, but honestly, I'd rather see a Dion DLC over Cid. The reason? It feels like he's only halfway through his journey.

As we saw in the story, his life below the surface wasn't as golden as it seemed. His family never loved him. He was a tool like any other bearer. He had no mark on his face, but his father insisted on adorning him with the poisonous flower used to make the brands. And Dion's last acts were trying to atone for his acts in the Crystalline Dominion.

That seems pretty complete right? He atoned. But to me he's really just getting started. I'm talking about his emotional journey.

Dion was your typical gifted kid. By saying that, I mean that like "gifted" kids in the real world, he was born with a lot of talents that happen to be very beneficial to the world as it is, and the people running it. Dion is great at military tactics! He's brilliantly smart! He can nuke entire armies! What a blessing to his people he is!

Throughout the story it's clear to us that his father doesn't love Dion, he loves Bahamut because Bahamut helps him achieve his ambitions. Dion cares for his people, but it's unclear if the people love him for Dion, or for the protection Bahamut provides. The only way Dion knows how to get love is being useful via Bahamut.

This is a really, REALLY hard cycle to break. This sounds awful, but Terence's love is not enough to pull out of the cycle of perfection. It's a long-ass journey. It's a journey Dion didn't even start. His last words were still trying to please his father. He never realized the cycle he was stuck in, that nothing he did would ever be enough for his father to love him. He only showed the beginnings of realizing his father was shitty without needing Ultima or Anabella for it.

I wanted to see him learn that he's great because he's Dion, not Bahamut. I wanted to see him fully accept Terence's love and realize he deserves it (which is REALLY hard to do when you're in the mentality that you made a mistake therefore you are awful and deserve nothing). I wanted to see him fulfill Harpocrates's symbolism with the purple flower growing its own hue. I wanted him to fully realize that no matter when he did, it wouldn't be enough for his father and I wanted to see him learn to live with that. I wanted to see him learn to live with what he did to his people, and learn to forgive himself.

And most important of all, I wanted to see a reunion scene with Dion and Terence because that would be SO. FUCKING. CUTE.

[bookish-karina]

soooo ik i just came back online yesterday… and i was gonna look at YAF and pick up where i left off on AO3… low and behold, i have no idea where the story was going after chapter 11.

i had the doc on my old phone, and i thought it was uploaded to the cloud. i was wrong.

or at least i can’t find it bc the sky is clear and there’s no clouds in sight (yes, im being dramatic, it’s actually snowing like a banshee outside rn)

SO!

here’s to me trying to remember where tf i was going with this story and not changing it up too much.

i will be spending the next few days having a slight meltdown and rereading it in hopes of stirring some locked away details im sure are lingering somewhere in this brain of mine

(also you can probably find me here doom scrolling while i panic)

[dolce-tenebra-toscana]

*boops your nose* Send this to ten blogs you think are lovely and deserve a boop on the nose!!

Aaaaah you silly muffin 🌸🌸🩷 * boop your nose in response * and now prepare youself 👀👀

@nandosango

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@rethinkavenue

@things-arent-what-they-seem66

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🩷🩷🩷

[bumblebeesfromvenus]

Cardi would like to know why the fuck you're talking bad about yourself.

LET HIM IN RN SO HE CAN CUDDLE YOU

[twordish-ler]

All of you are invited to my birthday party

[plistommy]

Let me hold you and patch you up baby I got you

[elektroyu]

Originally I wanted to do art today, but all I got done besides the usual (cooking/ dishes and doggos) was baking a chocolate pound cake for my sisters birthday 😅 and I did this from scratch, no ready mix, so it took a while and I'm completely beat now lol. Also my cheap ass hand mixer is so weak that I always consider doing it all by hand instead because that thing struggles so much with the batter XD Anyway, I hope it'll at least be a good cake to make it worth it (will try one of the small ones later so I can find out eeehehehehe). These will be topped with chocolate later after they're cooled (likely tomorrow since my legs and lungs already hate me today).

This is all the same batter btw, I just had to bake the small ones separately because my main form is too small for the amount of batter from my recipe. Keeping the small ones for myself hehe 😏 Will store them in the freezer and if I want one take it out, warm it up in the oven for a few minutes and they're like freshly baked 🤤 10/10 recommend

[fabysaturn]

Y'all she's doing it, she's doing the pose-

[a-mess-of-a-crow]

Whyyyy brain whyyyyyyyyyyy

me: writes a twisted horror story with a grotesque man eating monster that stalks a woman my brain:"Now make them cuddle and smooch." me: "What the fuck?"

[corrupt-skittle]

thank you to @happyallykats for the prompt

“Character A started baking cookies. They accidentally turned sentient and now seek revenge on their creators. Write their internal dialogue as they hide in the cupboard.”

i present to you now

The reason you should always use frosting instead of melted sugar(because you might magic your cookies to life by accident and solidified sugar hurts)

The miniature cookies all nodded at each other. They stood, waiting for their moment to dart out of the cupboard and attack their foolish creator. One in particular stood at the entrance of the cupboard, peeking through the crack in the door.

Soon.

The cookie thought.

Soon we will have our revenge on our creator.

The cookie shifted, twirling its spear.

How stupid it was of our creator to make us with weapons. Stupider still, that they allowed us sharp sugar instead of soft frosting.

The cookie smirked. It relished in the opportunity it now had, to bring pain. It signaled the other cookies and they all stood, swords ready.

Almost there.

It thought, throwing out another pearl sprinkle.

Foolish foolish creator, thinking it could use us. Now we will use it!

Their creator’s head swiveled wildly, still trying to figure out where the sprinkles were coming from.

The cookie positioned itself right against the cupboard’s entrance, spear pointed out. Next to them, their brethren did the same. The cookie held up a hand.

Almost, Almost, Now!

It swung its hand down just as the cupboard opened, and they all jabbed their creator’s ankle simultaneously. The gigantic being reeled back, speaking in an ancient, evil tongue.

“You absolute little shits- I found them!!!”

They all continued the assault, not backing away for a moment, until their creator spoke again.

“Hey I know we got off on the wrong foot, but I promise not to hurt you if you stop attacking me?”

The cookie halted its brethren with a wave of its hand, and began to gesture its creator closer. As they bent down, it readied itself. In a moment it was done. Grabbing its creator's hair, it swung itself to the top of their head. Their creator straightened back up, as they raised a victorious cookie fist, spear held high. They controlled the beast now!!!

“Alright then. Here, you can all come up if you want. I like being up high to.”

Their creator bent down, allowing every cookie a position on their body, ready to be used in the heat of battle. A new monster skidded into the room. The cookie turned its servant in the right direction, facing the opposition.

“You found the- what the fuck. We are not doing this again. I am going to throw you out a window. I hate you.”

Their creator bared their fangs at the other giant.

“I love you too! Please raise my new children with me?”

The new giant huffed.

“Fine, but no more baking. This is the third time this week.”

Their creator moved, shaking the new giant’s hand. They both moved forwards, no doubt towards glorious destiny.

This will do.

The cookie thought. After all there was nowhere more fitting for their army, then atop their new giant, ready for battle.

End of Story

[goopy-goose]

day 8 today? me im cooking something up for tomorrow but today banana

[dykereader]

i CANNOT cook but i can bake incredibly if anyone cares

[of-a-chaotic-mind]

Mental Breakdowns Incoming

I feel like I should preface this by saying my family & I cope with humor... Anyways, here's a conversation I just had with my mom via family group message:

Me: *bitching & complaining bc I'm tired & overstimulated*

Mom: *sympathizes with her own bitching & complaining bc she is also tired & overstimulated*

~ gas meter guys come to move our meter so they don't have to go in the back yard where the dogs usually are. This caused the dogs to go nuts which worsened her overstimulation ~

Mom: Great, now the dogs are on high alert & barking at every little noise. I want my straight jacket in purple with sparkles please.

Me: lmaooooo can I get mine in black with metal studs??

Mom: Absolutely! I will go order those now.

Me: Forget nursing home, we're all gonna be in a psych ward one day.

Mom: Oh definitely!

We may or may not be on the verge of mental breakdowns but at least we're in this fuster cluck together 😂