#ill just have it for the talk tag

[comet-frog]

vectorized except it isnt because i refuse to learn akjsdhjks

[lucabyte]

i feel like people are sleeping on the occam's razor situation of how buckwild it is to outright accuse a guy of being a clone of your friend even if you DO have a lot of circumstantial evidence. there's other options is what im saying. they could just be like. a guy. that's a sensible deduction. you should explore that deduction. ignore my shirt that reads I <3 RED HERRINGS.

i still think odile has the correct theory on lock but she's smart enough to know it needs like... a real smoking gun to be able to bring it up without sounding insane.

anyway. (mirabelle voice) i know its rude to speculate but has anyone else noticed the grieving? they seem to be grieving. does anyone have any thoughts on the grieving? i have some thoughts on the grieving.

[yrdnzz]

and i got eyes on the back of my head, i got eyes everywhere so i know where you go

[sunnydayaoe]

Wahh. thinking about geno and sans, and. error and sans' relationship. specifically the classic ajesent sans in geno's timeline.

[killjoy-prince]

House M.D. but it's when House says Wilson's name

[creatively-cosmic]

return to your roots. hazbin redesigns. angel dust is under the cut just bc his is less clean

[bi-shop]

when the sheep is sugar

[turnaboutchaos]

his first trial got a little outta hand yk

[stiffyck]

I'm posting it before I can back out

No one will ever see me again goodbye I'm going to chuck myself off a cliff now

[moeblob]

What if I straight up didn't explain myself? What if I just said trust me on this? Would you?

[the-deadlock-south]

so about that new hanzo/orisa interaction ft. the ask that inspo’d this

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

I FKN LOVE LAUGHING STOCK‼️ THEY MAKE ME GENUINELY HAPPY AND READING THE TAGS MAKES ME A GIGGLY BITCH CUZ THESE IDIOTS ARE SO FLUFFY AND KINGS OF THE MEGA GAY LORDS 😭

YAYAYAYAYAYAY YOU'RE SO RIGHT!!! FLUFFY MEGA GAY KINGS!!! have a warm-up scribble of them co-selling beans <3

[strawglicks]

currently thinking about this one godawful take i saw about a year ago in the clashcord server where someone said- no, someone DEMANDED that you cannot ship cogs because they are evil and corporate.

the implication that shipping characters who are morally bad is problematic. the implication that because characters are morally bad, that they are automatically bad for EACH OTHER. the implication that characters who are morally bad cannot have a healthy relationship, even with another character who is morally bad and shares similar bad morals, which would likely make their bond stronger so what even is that load of dirty barnacles.

the FURTHER implication that every cog is flat evil with no nuance or complexity, completely erasing the depth of their characters. it just keeps going.

this is truly one of the takes of all time. this has LAYERS. several bad takes wrapped in one single sentence. this person publicly DEMANDED this in a busy chat in a big server. they thought they were cooking up a full coarse meal with this one. the confidence in such an abhorrent take is hilarious and it's stuck with me to this day. i still wish i could see their reaction when firesetter was officially canonized, and clearly treated as a ship that is, in fact, okay and encouraged to ship.

hell, lets use firesetter as an example:

Flint commits arson on a regular basis towards toons, the citizens of this town the company he works for is invading and colonizing. They seek confidence and pride through doing this as its the only place their arson is encouraged by the people they work for.

Graham is overlyconfident to the point of tearing others down for the sake of his own pride. Wants to take over the whole company one day just to fuel his ego, be on top, be the best, be praised by people that he sees as below him.

Meanwhile, these two are in a happy relationship in which Graham encourages Flint not to let people walk all over them while Flint is there for Graham in his more vulnerable moments (meeting of two minds when he was flipping out over the job). They are canon, encouraged to be shipped, have several references in the game and lore, and wouldn't you know it, their plushies are being released together with pride flags attached in like a week.

They're both shitty people and yet they love and support each other.

Make no mistake, this is not me complaining or being angry over this take. I was angry at the time it was freshly shat out of this person's mind, but nowadays it gives me a hearty chuckle. A guffaw even. A kneeslap perhaps. Getting angry gets tiring. Sometimes you have to laugh at it.

[killjoy-prince]

House M.D. but it's when Wilson says House's name

[lovesickeros]

☆ the dove

{☆} characters tsaritsa {☆} notes cult au, imposter au, drabble, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings violence, blood {☆} word count 0.7k

Her hands are weapons, forged in a tragedy as much as a war of ash and blood that seeps into the earth and rots it from within. To them, however, she is salvation. Her hands are a kindness, not a threat. She sees it in their puffy, red eyes just brimming with tears, their fragile body so delicate and weak is still remains marred by wounds new and old – the gold still stains their skin, even long after it had been washed away.

She has seen it all – and she takes the injured dove beneath her wing with the sickly sweet promise that someday she shall mend its broken wings and teach it to fly again.

And in their stupor, they do not see her clip their wings.

It is for the best.

The wolves still salivate below the nest, waiting for her little dove to fall again – no, she shall not send her little bird to fly when it will just fall into their waiting maws once again.

This..this one is hers, she has decided.

Her little bird who dreams of the sky and the woman who clips their wings..what a tragic pair they must make, she thinks.

Not for her, of course. Yet not to them, either, unaware of the way she grounds them and keeps the key to their cage tightly in her fist.

"Tsaritsa?" The soft, meek lilt of the little bird draws her from her reverie, and she smiles – all teeth and little else, wolfish and predatory.

Yet the bird sees nothing but love in the sharp points of her canines.

As it was meant to be.

"Yes, little bird?"

She coos in honeyed tones, brushing her cold, cold hands against their skin, reveling in the way they shiver and shake beneath the ever present chill in her very bones. They do not fear the claws that ghost across their skin, and the smile they offer that illuminates their eyes like stars only proves her right – she wants to devour them whole. To see the stars in their eyes burn out beneath her teeth, their golden blood burn upon her tongue and down her throat.

"You promised to take me to the gardens today, remember?"

Her pearly, sharpened fangs peer out beneath her lips as she grins wider, unnerving to all but the little bird who sees not the wolf but the wool it wears, her hands finding their place upon their shoulders as she whispers into their ear.

She will guide her little bird where they cannot go, where their clipped wings cannot take them.

She will give them that bittersweet taste of freedom and then watch them try to catch the stars..

Just to drag them back down to earth where they belong.

"Of course, Creator – I am a woman of my word, am I not?"

Such sickly sweet lies come to her with ease – she lies and she lies and they do not see past the woolen cloak of the wolf until its jaw has snapped around its throat and its blood has painted the world a shimmering gold.

She will delight in that, too.

"If I may be so bold, Creator, you have been distant lately..have you grown tired of me already?"

Her words were as sharp as a blade, yet as dull as a rock, as sweet as they were dangerous. Like watching a mouse trap luring in its prey, she would snap it shut as soon as the little bird strayed too close.

"No! No, that's not..you've just been busy lately, I didn't want to intrude."

They remind her so much of a rabbit in those moments, and she so badly wants to know what would happen if she just took a small, insignificant bite..yet she restrains herself with a far too wide smile, her jaw clenched so hard she almost thinks they will hear it creak.

"Intrude? You could ever hardly intrude, Creator – what is mine is yours. Though, perhaps I shall have to lock you in my room to ensure you compensate me for depriving me of your presence."

In just a few short words, she snares the rabbit – her little bird, her Creator. They will see nothing but the sickly sweet lure of her smile, letting out a pretty laugh of their own as they press closer, like a bird wandering into the open maw of the beast lying in wait.

"As long as it has a nice view, I suppose I won't mind."

They jest, but she does not. And oh, how easy it is to ensnare an unsuspecting prey.

"Of course, Creator – just for you."

It won't be long until her little bird returns to its gilded cage, now. Permanently.

It is better that way.

[mwagneto]

why is everyone suddenly jackdoctor posting. like i'm not complaining i've just been indescribably sick over that entire storyline for years so it's funny to see it picking up steam again