#<- just in case idk

[zzoupz]

we’ve seen the knizard (knight wizard) now where is the pritch (princess witch) -theunfairfolk

you would think they'd be allies because of their knight/princess titles but they are actually mortal enemies because of their wizard/witch titles

[youledmehere]

THE ONES WHO LIVE: OPENING CREDITS

[cuhreestina]

Stardew Valley Winter outfits and mayonnaise drinking thank you ConcernedApe

[felix-lupin]

Anyways. Soul it/its canon propaganda

(From "The Heart Acoustic" and "Storm and a Spring" respectively)

[honeybard]

first time I've ever done anything for mermay so of course it had to be them 🦈🐙

[luminousjellyfishy]

More fanficccc

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Crepic Fluff

Characters (UTMV): Cross, Epic, (side: Nightmare, Killer, Dust, Horror, Error)

Word Count: 1203

Trigger Warning: Swearing

Summary: Cross and Epic were completely obsessed with each other, they just didn't know it. But everyone else did and they were tired of it.

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Things were getting out of hand.

For 2 months now, Epic had been staying with the Bad Sanses, often found lounging around in the living room or side-by-side with Cross. Or both.

The two had practically grown inseparable, even going as far as to have sleepovers in each other’s rooms more often than not. They were constantly smiling around each other, laughing, having fun, looking over at one when they thought the other wasn’t looking, being so overwhelmingly positive that it made Nightmare slightly physically sick-

You know, all that stupid pining stuff.

It had gotten to the point that Nightmare actually avoided being in the same room as the two of them since the affection (that was visible to everyone but them) was honestly a nasty taste.

Killer decided he had to do something about it, and the others all agreed.

“Ok, so the plan is that we surprise them with an intervention.”

Dust looked over at Killer and rolled his eyes, “What’s that even supposed to mean? This isn’t some AA meeting where we can just take away their booze and hope for the best.”

“Yeah… if we separate them, it’ll just confuse and upset them.” Horror said from across the table that they’d all gathered around.

“Shhhhhhhh-shut. Shut the fuck up. Hear me out. Ok? Listen, I’m not saying separate them, I’m saying confro-”

“So, we should confront them directly and tell them that they’re both sickeningly attracted to one another? Hm, that’s a rather good idea.” Nightmare cut in, smirking as everyone else praised him for ‘his’ good idea.

Killer gave him the finger and said, “Yeah. That’s what we’re gonna do. Great idea, boss.”

“Thank you, thank you.”

Killer raised his other hand and gave Nightmare that middle finger as well, to which he replied with feigned shock.

“So, what? We’re just gonna trap them in a room and tell them that they like each other? Cross is socially stupid, so he’s just gonna shut down and deny anything Epic asks him.” Error said, finally looking up from his phone and joining the conversation.

Silence followed.

“Man, why couldn’t you stay quiet.” Killer groaned, allowing his head to fall to the table harshly.

“Because I love unnecessarily stirring up shit, that’s why.” He replied smugly, looking back down to his phone.

“What if we just did it anyways? Sure, he’s really stupid when it comes to this kind of stuff, but if they were locked together for long enough, don’t you think he’d say something eventually?” Horror asked tentatively, looking around between everyone.

“I suppose… Plus, telling them gets it out into the open, so they’d be aware of it at the very least.” Nightmare added, eager to get all of this over and done with.

Killer was quick to chime in, “Alright! So we have a plan, when are we going to do it?”

———

The day had come for Cross and Epic to be locked in a room with each other.

Everyone was unsure of whether or not the plan would even work, since it had just been made yesterday, but it was their best (and only) hope.

The two blissfully unaware memelords had been walking down the hallways aimlessly, talking about nothing and enjoying each others’ company, when suddenly a portal opened beneath their feet and they wound up in a rather cozy looking room.

Cross was the first to gain his bearings and leapt to his feet quickly, eyes darting around the room and looking for danger. After realizing where they were and he was sure that nothing was wrong, he quickly made his way back over to Epic and helped him up since he was just sitting on the floor.

“Soooooo, where are we, bruh?” Epic asked, staring around at their surroundings in complete confusion.

“Actually, I think we’re still at the mansion… It looks like one of the secondary sitting rooms, but I have no idea why we’re here or how we even got here.” Cross replied, still searching the room, double and triple checking that absolutely nothing could hurt Epi– that nothing was wrong.

“Heheh, heyyy losers.”

The two spun around and saw Error looking at them through one of his portals, with the other Bad Sanses watching from behind him.

Suddenly, Killer pushed Error to the side, much to his outrage, and leaned through the portal.

“Soooooo, we just figured that we’re gonna magically and… uh, code-ingly… lock you two in this room and make you talk.” Killer said teasingly to them, resting his chin on his palm. Error rose from behind him and gave him a look that promised murder later.

“Wait, but we always talk?? Why are you going to keep us here just to do something that we always do anyways?” Cross asked, raising his arms in disbelief.

Killer let out an evil laugh, drawing looks from the others, and said, “Oh, that’s the good part. You two are finally going to tell each other how you really feel! Which is complete infatuation of course.”

“Honestly, it tastes rather disgusting, thank you very much.” Nightmare chimed in from over Killer’s shoulder.

“You taste emotions?!” Epic asked, dumbfounded.

Nightmare just sighed.

“Wait wait wait, hold up. No. Backtrack. What do you mean, ‘infatuation’?” Cross asked abruptly, eyelights shrinking and a purple blush dusting his cheeks.

Error could be heard giggling in the background as he yanked Killer back with his strings and closed his portal.

Both Epic and Cross were silent for a few minutes, looking anywhere but each other at this point.

“Sooooooo, uh. You… too?” Epic said finally, in an awkward and hesitant voice as he glanced over at Cross.

“What.”

Epic quickly looked away to face the newly interesting wall.

“Nahhhh no way. This must be a dream or something. It has to be. This literally only happens in my dreams.” Cross muttered to himself and he paced anxiously across the floor.

“No wayyyyyy, you dream about me, bruh?” Epic asked as he suddenly popped up in front of Cross’s face, causing said purple skeleton to stumble back and fall down in surprise.

“N-No! I totally don’t, dude… no way. That’s gay and I’m wearing socks, so it can’t be.” He replied, looking away with a shaky smile.

“Hm, you’re right… So it can’t be that.” Epic laughed out as he looked down at Cross.

A beat of silence as both of their faces turned even more purple.

“But what if I… I uh– Took off my socks?” Epic nervously asked him, still looking down, but now at the floor.

More silence stretched between them.

“… Then that would be pretty gay, dude.” Cross replied, smiling even more as he looked up at him.

“Is that such a bad thing? If I wanted to be sockless with you?”

Cross’s eyelights shrunk slightly as he registered the question.

“I- I think… I think that’d be pretty cool actually.” He breathed, making eye contact with Epic as he did.

In response, Epic smiled wide and plopped down on the floor beside Cross.

They sat in amicable silence for a bit, Cross’s head resting on Epic’s shoulder, before Epic asked him,

“Heh, so you dream about me?”

“SHUT UPPPPP!”

[rainia]

Dakota Cole having extensive moral debates about whether to follow the Prime Force’s principles, meanwhile he’s already disappointed Ms G in every way possible by becoming a high school dropout 💀

[mixed-up-multiverse]

@lambfated sent: 🔥 + shipping?

Takes hotter than the devil's barbecue | Accepting!

// M-ur.der D.ron.es ship ranting below the cut.

N.Uzi.... Dear god, FUCK N.Uzi, the ship can rot. There, I said it. I eagerly await thy declarations of war.

I have so many problems with the ship and it's existence alone. And that's not just because I'm a diehard eN.V.y lover, but there are other, out-of-universe reasons I hate the ship.

For starters, it's RUSHED and comes totally out of nowhere without any buildup. Uz1 showed no signs of 'liking' N in the first two episodes-- in fact you could argue she was rather hostile to him for justifiable reasons. Then, come episode 3, Uz1 suddenly likes him and attemtps to 'ask him out'. What? Where did that come from? And wasn't it already established that she likes Thad? At least N has proper buildup with this 'feeling' thing in the show unlike Uzi, but he and V have more pain and chemistry than anyone else, and it would be a better plot idea if he were to focus on helping both V and himself fix it. After all-- they had SOMETHING. And there's still time to try and do something about it in between The Horrors™. But not too much, they're kinda not exactly... ready? To focus on that entirely.

And I love the trope of 'Two weirdos finding comfort and love in one another' as much as the next guy. But This? This doesn't make sense because of how sudden it is when the previously established things exist and could be expanded upon!

Secondly, it's the blatant favoritism that Lia.m has towards this relationship that barely gives the other characters' relationships time to breathe. Sure, Uz1 and N are the main focus, and we HAVE gotten time to see the tragic falling out with N and V (something which was ended due to the Solver and the actions of BOTH characters and not just V), but you need to stop focusing on these two for one second to let the other characters' relationships have time to breathe and grow, and even HEAL in some cases. It's like L.iam is so obsessed with making his main babies kiss that he views everyone else as just... things that exist for the sake of the plot. Jeez!

Anyways, I can't say much else without being lame and repetitive, but eh. There we go.

[limonjarritos]

Till should get to go on a murder spree for funsies 💖💖

[youledmehere]

lady luck is a fickle SLUT!

[belovedstilldear]

balls? mayhaps.. boobs? 💥

....They're interested /j

[gendergenius]

i can't breathe man i don't wanna go to work i wanna die

[autumnoakes]

i'm so fuckinf sorry that i tell the same stories over and over again. i like to retirate because a) i think it could help at least one other person learn something and b) i just like sharing my experiences, and it's hard to keep track of everyone i've told, especially if i don't get a direct response/acknowledgement (not @ anyone! it just happens and i'm not mad about it /genuine)

[starmagnets]

can you tell i like lucky colour chips

[catmask]

SNAPDEX REPORT: WEEK 1

actually, i guess nows as good a time as any. heres all my pokemon warmups from the past 9 days! i wonder how long i can keep going

[trustymikh]

there are many benefits to being a ground-type pokemon trainer