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[cyrusthemagician]

"Heheh I'm gonna put you into a meatgrinder"

AU'S BY @sm-baby and @hootbon GRHAHHHHH explodes

Please god have mercy drawing this felt like the rolling a ball uphill meme

Love them tho

[kidicaruslover911]

idk what mel was still seeing in jayce when she literally had THE cuntiest victorian cat lady informant that dresses like a 1920s underground cabaret blues singer to ever serve like right next to her

[bruisedvinyl]

“What that mouth do?” Rambles and never knows when to stfu

[muxas-world2]

“Years may go by, but your mom? ….

She’ll still think I’m the best you ever brought home.”

New gazzeta/gazzeta pic translelion @lepetitprince46-blog /2019 marca

[brainjvice]

Shidou's striking appearance is supposed to be off-putting. Its supposed to be unconventional, to look weird. Unsettling, even. To both attract and repell.

His looks match his personality so good. You either love it or hate it. It's extravagant, wild, and something few people can handle.

I love him so much. Feral creature. He bites into freedom's flesh and never lets it go. He doesn't want to just survive, he wants to live and be free.

[charafansmile]

My controversial undertale opinion is that the player is only directly acknowledged in the story in the no mercy route itself by chara. Subsequently chara Is the ONLY character aware that we exist.

Every other instance of a character acknowledging 'us' In the game is them assuming we are the same person as chara. (See, floweys post pacifist speech)

Flowey acknowledging us at the end of the post pacifist is NOT him being aware that we exist, it's him talking to us through the assumption WE are chara, he just happens to be wrong about what charas like- but RIGHT about what WE are like

Flowey flirts with the fourth wall, but is functionally unaware he's in a video game, instead he describes his experiences using video game mechanics as a metaphor. Hes not actually aware he's in a video game.

Chara though? The entire no mercy route only functions if we the player are apart of it, and chara themselves is very aware of us-maybe not quite aware they are in a video game but WE are apart of their story and acknowledged as such in a way we aren't in any other route.

Tldr: the player is apart of undertales story, but only directly plays a role during the no mercy route, we do control frisk in every route, but for the most part our possession of them is minor and negligible to the stories of those routes.

[ghostgirl-22]

What kind of lingerie/underwear female versions of Patrick and Art would wear?

Better preface this with I think…

Fem!Art is a girly girl and pink is her favorite color. She wears frills and lace. The more bows the better. The only time she doesn’t wear something pretty is during that time of month. For some reason it just makes her feel good to know her underwear is nice even if nobody sees it. She’s so athletic and not in a cute way but in a fiercely competitive way that boys are often intimidated by. She’s also a little insecure so this is one indulgence that makes her feel girly and sexy and confident.

Also she always wears nightgown to sleep. Nothing crazy or revealing just a slip dress. Fem!Patrick thinks she spends too much time with her grandma because, “Why would anyone our age wear a nighty to bed? Are you 100 years old?” But then Fem!Patrick also gets really fucking turned on by the little nighties and ends up crawling into bed with her best friend, fingers sliding up her soft thighs into those frilly panties and warm wet cunt, free hand covering fem!Art’s mouth telling her she better keep eye contact if she wants to cum.

But ANYWAYS, fem!Art is super modest and vaguely shy, never wears anything too showy or gaudy. She can’t imagine putting on a thong or wearing a bustier outside of formal dress.

Fem!Patrick is all about comfort. She hates lace and satin and silk… thinks all of it is itchy and uncomfortable. Shes not a big fan of colorful underwear (or colors in general unless they’re somewhat masculine) and she prefers 100% cotton. She hates all the bows and ribbons. Only puts it on if she’s trying to seduce some guy. But usually in that case she’ll just go without. She’s also the type to tell her Fem!Art whenever she’s not wearing any panties (Something her best friend would never ever do) just to make her blush and act out of character. Like the time she got on her knees, head between fem!Patrick’s thighs lapping at her pussy in the back of the theater during Mission Impossible 2. Timing her orgasm to happen when the music gets way too loud. Acting like she didn’t do anything when their boyfriends get back from the bathroom.

But YEAH like fem!Pat’s a tomboy through and through. She likes boy shorts and will wear boxers outright when she feels like it. She is bold though. If she’s gonna put on lingerie she wants it to be loud and eye catching. She wants to leave as little to the imagination as possible. “why fucking imagine it when it’s all right here in front of you, baby?”

[bitchslapblastoids]

having a hard time seeing how it’s invasive to ask about their relationship status esp when I feel like it was asked pretty tactfully and their whole brand is now one another/their whole joint Thing and these days they basically turn on the camera and film 15 mins of horseshit to send to an editor but we eat it up bc they’re so busy hearteyesing one another the whole video that we don’t even notice/care that it’s mostly horseshit content plus they’re now doing a tour about the whole joint Thing and their whole horned up history which is the reason they’re even doing this press and there’s rly no more smoke and mirrors around discussing #phan bc how open will the door be so there’s only one remaining question so it seems goofy to not ask tbh

[newrochellechallenger2019]

watching the new challengers interview but all i can do is stare at mike faist wistfully like he's a long lost lover or something

[stinkrat-aleks]

babiest of batgirl charles https://twitter.com/mindxmental/status/1848406028175507927?s=46&t=fl-lI9cTRRnB--_ZKsD4wQ

He’s so precious and modest and now I’m sad thinking about Charles saying he doesn’t think he’d be a good professor *rips my shirt in half*

[ohmytiredheart]

Honestly I feel for Sam but serves him right.

Even if we ignore the potential intermingling of the web or any other other spooky strings that are likely being pulled, there's a lot to unpack here.

I wouldn't say Sam "deserved" it, but Alice tried warning him for months. This is what he gets for sticking his nose in places it didn't belong.

Did I say the same thing about Jon in TMA? Yes and no. Obviously there isn't a story without someone doing something dumb, but I think Jon's situation and Sam's situation are a little different. Jon was an idiot, yes, but he (and everyone else around him) were forced to go in completely blind. He had no idea what he was doing and didn't have any warnings or help at all except from his creepy boss with ulterior motives.

Sam also went in blind, but he was warned several times by several people including the eldritch computer to stop and turn around. He could have avoided this if he just returned Alice's calls or looked at her messages.

But nooooo he had to poke around with his little crushy crush and get himself thrown into a portal to what we can only assume is the TMA universe. Serves him right.

[theloverboy27]

Was talking about Supernatural with my roommate for some godforsaken reason and he looked me dead in the eyes and was like "Oh yeah I never made it far enough to meet destiel," and I was like "you mean Castiel????" and he was like "Oh shitttt I forgot that's not his name" because apparently, destiel is synonymous with Castiel is his mind

[lobajustdoodles]

It's been plaguing my mind for a few minutes but I can confirm I do like Beast x Ancients

BUT IM VERY DECISIVE ON THEM

welcome to my TED Talk about the ships and how I see them working (UTC):

(please keep in mind I never had interest in the Beasts until Eternal Sugar came around and my social media got raided ShadowVanilla)

MysticCacao

This ship has a lot of potential of Mystic Flour being taught by Dark Cacao to regain her empathy for cookies. I see that Dark Cacao understands what happened with her (overwhelmed by the requests of her followers and saddened/disheartened by what happened in her absence as she isolated herself to calm herself) and understands she wanted to help cookies like before, but does it in the wrong way.

By this, I see interactions between these two as Dark Cacao becoming the "teacher" to Mystic Flour, showing that things in the past would not happen now in the current timeline and that her past empathy and desires to help have not disappeared, but need a direction to be moved. (also apparently Mystic Flour cannot beat the resting bitch face era if she's being caring to Cloud Haetae sooooo a start)

I mainly ship these two, they can work so well together and can learn from each other a lot❤️

EternalHolly

Being honest, this whole episode made me get back to Cookie Run for many reasons. Eternal Sugar is one interesting Beast, her motivations are like Mystic Flour in a way (wanting to do good but goes about it wrongly) but she's also very cruel about it, mostly mentioned and through context clues from other cookies. (looking at you Pavlova and Sugarfly)

And with the recent episode of Hollyberry awakening and promising to return to Eternal Sugar's paradise to teach her the lost passion Eternal Sugar had for cookies, I see it working between them. Granted, I think Eternal Sugar (once given the chance of redemption) should immensely work on rewriting her wrongs of what she did to cookies of her paradise first and foremost and lessen her immense obsession and objectivity of Hollyberry.

I do ship them, but I glide a little towards SugarCheese (Eternal Sugar x Golden Cheese) and i could make it poly👌🏾

ShadowVanilla

ShadowVanilla. The biggest Beast x Ancient that plagues all social media. Not very much of a fan of how they woobify Shadow Milk and act like he doesn't cause the problems around Beast Yeast.

The dynamic is.... something. Shadow Milk mainly projects onto Pure Vanilla to the point where he turns Pure Vanilla to a different coin like he did. He's lonely in the sense of fearing to be the only Beast as he is, willing to tear others (even the other Beasts) down for company. And Pure Vanilla, once awakened, tries to show that there's opportunity to see the in between of lies and truth, which Shadow Milk is like "no" and is in denial about everything. (I haven't gotten to this episode so if I'm wrong on this analysis, correct me)

I do not ship them, I really can't. Shadow Milk needs a lot, A LOT, of help (therapy for the blue jester twink cookie) before getting with someone. I will throw him at a OC when it happens-

BurningCheese

I will say it here: I personally cannot ship these two together.

A lot of people say it's weird to ship them because of brutality on black women and harmful stereotypes, but I don't think that is much of the case for them. For this ship, I think the main focus of why people don't like it should be more on how Burning Spice is adamant to kill Golden Cheese himself, rather than watching someone else do the job. And also how he wants her to end him to end his depression of watching civilizations rise and fall countless times without changing the flow as the being of change itself. I think sizing this ship down as "brutalization of black women and harmful stereotypes" should be the LEAST of worries, coming from a black person.

These two are more-so comrades like from Genshin Impact with the interactions between Tartaglia/Childe and Player; can become great friends and make each other better people for not only themselves but to others around them. It may help with Burning Spice's identity as the being of change.

I also cannot bring myself to ship them, sorry. Would ship Burning Spice with a OC, tho-

Also since Silent Salt and White Lily's episode isn't out yet, I have nothing to say about their ship because I want to see the episode air and play through it enough to get a understanding of them.

With this in mind, I agree with most that say the Beasts can be redeemed with their Ancient counterparts giving them a push into the direction of being good and normal people.

It's just for some cookies (staring at Shadow Milk and Burning Spice) I can't really see getting romantic with their Ancient. Any other cookie (OCs included), yeah, but with the Ancient counterpart is just a no for me.

But yeah, there's my TED Talk on the Beasts x Ancients and pretty much my stance on shipping the Beasts in general.

[mcaelius]

everybody hate me for my incomprehensible thoughts about aeneas

[kaisollisto]

“Are you here?" Ava barely breathes it, there's a tension in the air that she can't recognize, an energy that squashes her. Her throat feels scratchy and she can feel the Halo slotted between her shoulders. Ava's flat on her back head turned to look over at Beatrice. She feels wimpy like a stomped flower, her left arm dangles dangerously close to Beatrice-territory. She wants to reach out, to touch Beatrice to confirm that she's here but something stops her. She feels so silly, she could easily shift over to touch Beatrice, shake her gently and - 

Beatrice slides over, a firm sleepy sister warrior knife wielding badass with frumpy hair poofing from what remains of her low bun. She moves towards Ava, inches away from her but moves to answer her. It’s rare for Ava to see her like this. Beatrice is clearly fighting sleep, rubbing her eyes and doing her best to move in hopes that it’ll shake the sleepy spell. 

She’s dressed in one of Ava’s ugly loose white shirts, a huge bass clashing with faded big blocky lettering that just reads “FISH”. Beatrice had looked at her weirdly when Ava had dug it out of the bins at a thrift store disheveled and ecstatic. 

Ava had spent hours coaxing her into it doing her damn best to hide Beatrice’s laundry when she wasn’t looking. It fills a warm feeling in her chest and Ava wants to burrow further into it. It was a fool proof plan. 

Ava found her shortness made it exhausting to reach up towards the Beatrice-level-cabinets. The halo pulls at her pinching and knotting up the muscles in her back after a long day of training. She feels it alive within her, an uncomfortable reminder sealed inside her back. 

At the end of the day Ava settled on hinging at the waist. She had slowly started integrating Beatrice’s sleep shirts in cabinets that Beatrice had to bend down to reach. Ava always tried to situate herself at the scene of the crime doing her best to seem inconspicuous while she leaned over hungry for Beatrice’s reaction. Ava thumbed her findings down in the recess of her mind, her finger tracing over it in a hurried desperation. The time would pass and she did not want to forget. 

(It helped, the imagery of Bea’s furrow when she would find her sleepwear underneath the sink when Ava would have to tuck her spine into the halo as she placed the shirt somewhere clean.) 

Thanks to her genius planning Beatrice had finally caved and worn Ava’s huge “FISH” t-shirt after weeks of her persistence. She looked adorable, she was drowning in it and constantly tugging at it. She had found Beatrice loved to tuck it into the band of her sleep shorts creating puffy funny creases distorting the text even further to say “FSH”. It looked so ugly and old and endearing. 

She looked out of her depth and it made Ava’s heart thump funny. Beatrice with her weird posh mannerisms combined with the peaceful unguarded look when she slumbered made her feel hot all over. 

It was the prospect of the future, a glimpse into her life with Beatrice, of when they would grow old together. It shakes her, the idea that Beatrice will get wrinkles with her. She takes it seriously, a study that she isn’t well versed in but preparing for. It is a long hard internal debate flipping between what wrinkles will show first. Ava selfishly hopes it’s smile lines, that Beatrice will smile at her as much as she does in secret. She’s happy to be wrong, Beatrice’s forehead crinkles have always been cute. She hopes that Beatrice never stops looking at her, thinking of her. She wants to spend a long time being the source of her wrinkles. And just for right now she can handle the role of being just her friend. 

Beatrice blinks one eye open, the other pressed against the pillow as she stifles a yawn. Her hand blocks her mouth in a delicate way and Ava can see her nails are short and uneven in places. Ava wishes she could touch them, study them in a way no one has done before. She wants to press against Beatrice hard enough to watch her skin fold around hers. Some sort of truth that she was here, that she is here. 

Beatrice scoots over slowly, her elbow tucked under the pillow. She stops inches away from Ava, a frown set in her jaw. Ava mirrors her position albeit more awkwardly and more wiggling than Beatrice’s but she finds a place where the Halo won’t bite her back. 

“I’m here,” Beatrice murmurs it, a quiet thing between them. 

Ava closes her eyes hoping Beatrice won’t notice her shakiness. She blinks a few times before she presses closer, the arm she’s laying on moving to support her head underneath the pillow. 

There’s so much to tell her, anything and nothing at all and Ava doesn’t know where to start. It constricts her throat, the constant stream of consciousness from inside of her heart. It’s horrible and she can’t stop it as the feeling balloons inside of her lungs. Ava wants help, she so desperately wants to feel okay again, to feel anything other than the stupid fucking halo. It grates on her nerves and muscles, a burning hot metal ring poking and prodding at the entirety of her upper torso. It leaves her reeling, a sort of anger that beckons for her to hurt (hurt something, hurt someone, hurt), disregarding the aftermath of tears and shame. 

Ava is sure she’s shaking, a layer of sweat gathers between the space of her shoulder blades as the Halo lights up with her inner turmoil. It’s a faint pitiful thing that Ava would be ashamed of if not for the bone aching tiredness. 

She wants to say she’s sorry the words clawing their way up her throat and it feels wrong to feel anything but that. There’s a sort of unspoken shame that haunts her with the Halo. It’s a thing she’s known long before any of this. 

Beatrice drags her out of her turmoil with her hand hovering near Ava’s pinky. She has a gracefulness to it, like she has practiced it a hundred times over. It’s weird, to be in a bed, a soft and lumpy bed looking at Beatrice. Beatrice with such plain features and subtle cheekbones that Ava can’t stop looking. It pays off, watching Beatrice, Ava knows it when Bea smiles a grin too wide for polite acknowledgement and Ava can see her dimples pronounced. 

“Can I?” Beatrice’s finger lingers near her hand, a hovering itch that Ava needs scratched. It’s so wholeheartedly Beatrice that Ava can do nothing but nod. Something inside of Ava aches harder than the rest of the organs inside of her. It’s the unwavering crushing thumping feeling that squeezes around her heart. The sincerity of Beatrice. 

She places her hand over Ava’s and squeezes her gently. Beatrice’s hands are firm and soft. She can feel the callouses on her palms prodding at the back of her hand and wonders if Beatrice has ever had them fade away. If she’s had the pleasure of unscathed palms. Her hands are warm but not sweaty, not like Ava’s.

Ava can’t feel Beatrice’s pulse but she tries her best to match it. She imagines it would be a slow melody playing a duet with a classical track. Some sort of tune that spurs comfort or a feeling of nostalgia. She briefly wonders if Beatrice listens to music, if she seeks out music that has spoken to her. If there was a song that shook her to her core so deeply she had to sit down and digest it. There’s so much she still needs to know and so little time. 

“I admit I’m not sure what you need from me.” Beatrice whispers it quietly, she’s hunched awkwardly, hovering close in Ava’s space but too far away for her own comfort. 

Ava clamps her mouth shut, sure that “come closer” will betray her. That she will reach too far into Beatrice and take far too much. 

Beatrice pays no mind to Ava’s silence and slowly caresses her hand, it’s a small little gesture that seems to have no set course. Ava briefly wonders if it’s the start of a massage or if Beatrice is looking for her joints underneath her skin and touching her tendons in apology. 

It should be awkward, Beatrice and Ava orbiting each other in a lopsided manner. A rotational tilt that is unfamiliar to both of them and yet feels intimate. An unknown dance with their eyes closed and their breaths mingling. (It’s easy to follow Beatrice’s lead, Ava knows love.) 

There’s nothing Ava can say to her, she chokes up at the prospect and they both blink at each other. She’s not sure what she needs, only that it’s nice having someone here. 

Beatrice drowsily blinks rapidly and slowly at the same time as Ava watches swallowing the bits of her smile. Her hand has slowed its pathing, opting to curl on the inside of Ava’s fingers. It’s endearing watching one of her favorite bad ass sister warriors lose against sleep. It softens the edges of Beatrice who is always carrying some unseen obligation. (Here it is only the two of them free of their past and future burdens, just two girls sprawled thinly on hopes and dreams). 

She can feel Beatrice’s grip loosen, she’s going to fall back asleep any minute now but Ava doesn’t have the heart to keep her up. Beatrice is no doubt tired, powered by her own sleeping and eating habits unlike Ava who has the artifact to juice her up. 

She isn’t quite unwound but she feels manageable now. It’s weird to be within reach of Beatrice, someone who cares about her. To be in proximity of someone who will look for her, be in step with her, maybe it’s duty but Ava holds it close to her heart regardless. (It’s all the same to her, devotion, loyalty, love). 

She clings to Beatrice afraid to let the moment go, she had called and someone had answered, Bea had answered. Ava can feel her eyes watering, it almost feels like a distant dream. She tucks her chin closer to chest and thinks, how awful to be loved. 

She can feel her throat closing up and she squeezes Bea’s hand just a tiny bit harder. (She answers in the twitch of her hand, clearly on the cusp of sleep). The Halo still thunders in her back throbbing some fatal fate but here in the hush of night grounded by the touch of Beatrice she has some reprieve.  (Part 1)

[jackmkelly]

francis malcolm sullivan is kinda a lethal blow however im convinced part of jack wishes he never had to change his name. something his entire family called him is just gone now because he needed to be safe.

(also devastating as hell that the name francis is supposed to mean “free man” and jack had to change it bc he just literally wasnt)