#<- 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 🦈🐙

[hollowwish]

For all of Wild Life I have seen the "if you don't like it, don't watch" opinion shared towards any hint of negativity, treating all criticism like a personal attack on the creators, and it's been very......annoying.

Criticism of the mechanics doesn't mean the person is blaming the CCs (or other fandom memebers who made the gimmick) for their own lack of enjoyment. Person in question is just voicing their own opinion. Not being 100% on board with the wild cards doesn't mean people hate the series and the CCs and they want it to die, it just means they didn't like the wild cards. They are not posting hate in the main tags by posting a personal opinion. It's not that serious man calm down and let people have different opinions from the majority.

(I'd also rather the CCs see criticism than just blind positivity all the time. I'd rather them see criticism so they know what features might need to be improved upon next season, if we have one, so that life series can be enjoyable for them and for us. Saying a gimmick was bad is not hurting Grian’s feelings be honest with yourself.)

[ech0-0nslaught]

so, how should i begin this? i guess it started when you were with her

[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!”

[saltlickmp3]

Bleep blorp bleep blorp (have you watched the doctor who Christmas special I’m going insane )

YES YES I HAVE what did you think??? i thought it was a pretty solid episode a few classic Steven Moffat Moments & i really liked anita :) yay

[thedo0zyslider]

Fire - 2k Words

Shadow is curled into the side of the couch, a book perched comfortably in his lap, when Omega approaches him. "What is it?" Shadow asks, looking up from his, admittedly rather boring, book at his teammate. "WOULD YOU LIKE TO CAUSE DESTUCTION?" Aka: Shadow and Omega set a building on fire: the fic Day one of @teamdarkweek!!!

Shadow is curled into the side of the couch, a book perched comfortably in his lap, when Omega approaches him.

He looks up as the sound of Omega’s footsteps thumping closer, barely noticing how his steps seem to shake the floor ever so slightly. It’s a shaking he’s grown used to ever since moving in with his teammates, Omega not being able to do much about. He’s a few hundred pounds of Badnik destroying metal, shaking the room with every step is a little expected. (The neighbors, on the other hand, have not gotten used to it. They still leave sticky notes full of noise complaints stuck to their door. Shadow has gotten equally used to tearing them down.)

“What is it?” Shadow asks, dog-earring his page. Omega usually avoids interrupting him when he’s doing something like reading, but the hedgehog isn’t bothered by the intrusion today. The book, whose title he cannot exactly recall, is rather boring. Truly one of the worst books recent decades have produced, in his humble opinion. He can only hope the next one he picks up is any better.

“WOULD YOU LIKE TO CAUSE DESTRUCTION?” Omega asks, leaving what kind of destruction he wants up for interpretation. Shadow is betting on explosions, or something that eventually leads to explosions. It was Omega’s favorite way to destroy things, after all. Shadow had found himself growing fond of them as well, probably partially due to Omega and his affinity for blowing everything he doesn’t like to smithereens.

“Why ask me?” Shadow sets his book down on the couch for later, and moves to stand up. He hadn’t planned on going out today, but there’s been a change of plans. His boring book, and whatever he was going to do once he finished it, will still be here when he gets back. The opportunity to cause destruction, on the other hand, is fleeting. As well as ten times more exciting than bumming around their shared apartment all day.

“BECAUSE ROUGE IS CURRENTLY OCCUPIED.” Omega gestures towards her room as he speaks, pointing specifically at her closed (and most likely locked) bedroom door. If Shadow listens closely enough, he can hear the faint sound of music coming from behind it. Both clear signs that she wishes to be left alone. He doesn’t think Omega would’ve gotten very far if she’d been in a sociable mood though. Property destruction wasn’t really Rouge’s preferred method of crime. As she put it, that’s what the two of them were there for.

“Give me a second.” He hums, stretching his arms a bit; his limbs stiff from being curled in his previous position for so long. Plus, other than taking a second to stretch, he needs to grab a jacket before they leave.

“WHY.” Omega swivels himself around, tracking Shadow as the hedgehog moves past him. His teammate can’t tell if he sounds curious to what Shadow is doing, or impatient that the destruction has to wait. It’s probably a fair mix of both.

“To grab a coat.” He makes his way over to the hallway closet, grabbing his favorite jacket from where it hangs. It’s currently the middle of winter, and below thirty degrees outside, if Shadow remembers correctly. If he’s unlucky enough, the wind will also be blowing.

“I THOUGHT YOU DID NOT GET COLD.” Omega watches as Shadow reaches for a scarf as well, referencing a past conversation between them. One from earlier in their partnership, where Shadow explained how things like extreme heat and cold affected him, and how said effects differed from most other people. The conversation had been requested so Omega could learn more about his teammate, and store the knowledge away in his memory banks. Of course he was bringing it up now.

Yes, temperature doesn’t affect him the same way it affects other organic beginnings, and poses no risk to his life, but that doesn’t mean Shadow liked feeling like a living popsicle whenever he left the house. Plus, the cold biting at his face was bound to get annoying. They were going out for destruction, and the fun that comes with it, not to deal with the cold.

“I still like to be stylish.” He responds, wrapping the scarp around him. Judging by the sound his processors make, Shadow guesses that Omega doesn’t exactly believe him. But his roommate makes no comment on it, following the hedgehog as he heads to the apartment door.

As soon as they exit, Omega starts descending down the apartment staircase without locking the door. Shadow, predicting he would do this, has already pulled the keys out of his quills. He locks the door, shoves the keys back in his quills, and rushes after Omega; who is already halfway down the stairs. They neglect to tell Rouge where they’re going, but it’ll be fine. If she really wants to know, she can just text them. Though Shadow doubts she’ll leave her room much today. 

Despite being the one to request the outing, Omega still turns to him expectantly once they reach the street outside their residence. “WHAT WILL WE BE DESTROYING?” He must want to include the guest in on his destruction plans, if he’s asking. That, or he has simply run out of nearby areas to blow up. The latter seems like the far more likely option.

“I know a place.” The hedgehog hums, remembering somewhere just outside of town. He doesn’t think Omega’s found it yet, since the place was still standing last time he caught a glimpse of it. If he’s right, it should be the perfect place for all their destruction related activities.

Shadow fires up his skates without another word, and takes off; speeding out of the city and towards their destination. He hears Omega’s boosters starting up, and smiles at the sound of his friend chasing after him. This is already so much better than sitting around the apartment and reading his boring book had been.

A few minutes later, Shadow comes to a halt outside of an old, ruined building, skidding across the dirt. Omega isn’t far behind him, arriving a minute later, and landing on the ground with a rather large thump. Based on the sounds his fans are making, Shadow guesses he’s a little peeved about not winning their makeshift race. Even if the hedgehog was the one leading them here in the first place.

“WHERE ARE WE?” Omega asks, his optics flicking over the area. The place they’ve stopped at is pretty banged up, someone celery having tore through it before them. Which is exactly why Shadow chose the place. It was already run down and out of commission, destroying more of it wouldn’t harm anybody. And it was far enough from the city that Shadow didn’t have to worry about Omega blowing up an entire city block.

“An old Eggman base.” Shadow can literally hear the way Omega lights up at his response, his fans whirring louder. This place had been perfect then, just as he suspected.

Based on the dents in the wall, Sonic and friends had been the one to wreck this base. The entrance hallway is full of Knuckles shaped dents, the metal having bent under his punches. And the door has a very hammer-like hole in the middle of it. All telltale signs of Team Sonic’s shenanigans. Shadow finds himself quite excited to add his own dents in holes in the metal while the building still stands.

“THERE IS A SECURITY CAMERA.” Omega comments, gaining Shadow’s attention as he looks over at said camera. Somehow, the thing is still intact, resting just above the decimated front door. The camera looks to have sustained no damage at all during the base’s prior attack, the only blemish being the dust and grime gathered since the base’s abandonment. Meaning that, if the Doctor so chose, he could most likely use and access the camera via the Eggnet.

“Does it still work?” Shadow asks, giving it a wary glance. As if one cue, the camera’s indicator light blinks, and it swivels to look at the two intruders. Somehow, the Doctor has found out they have entered the base, and is now watching them. Thankfully, and possibly due to the wretched state of his old base, Eggman doesn’t seem to be able to do more than watch them. And if he can, he;s simply not interested in doing so.

“LEAVE IT.” Omega says, stomping past where a door used to be. “I WANT EGGMAN TO WITNESS THE DESTRUCTION OF HIS SUBPAR BASE.”

Shadow nods, and wordlessly follows his friend into the depths of the old base. He had lead them there, and now it was Omega’s turn to take the lead; the robot searching for the best place to start their destruction. He had a better eye for that sort of stuff than Shadow did, so the hedgehog is perfectly happy to let him take the lead. (As they walk, the cold nips at his quills. He hopes the inevitable explosions will warm him up.)

They stop a decent way into the base, Omega pausing in front of a random wall. It’s the most intact thing they’ve seen so far, having only a few, smaller dents and holes littering it. Unlike almost every other part of this place, holes big enough to stick a limb through lining every surface of the Doctor's old base. And it’s the lack of damage that makes the wall a perfect start.

Omega lights one part of the wall on fire, showing a surprising amount of self restraint. Then, he simply steps back, and watches as the flame spreads. Shadow follows his lead, watching in a strange fascination as the flame slowly engulfed what remained of the wall.

They stand there for a few minutes in comfortable silence, watching the fire spread. Watching something burn was always a captivating experience for Shadow, no matter how many evil bases he destroyed. Something about the way fire works, how it burns and swallows near everything in its path intrigued him. The hedgehog feels like he could watch this small flame for hours, mesmerized by the way the walls burn. He wonders if Omega feels the same, or if he’s pausing his want for destruction for a different reason entirely.

Once Omega’s desire to watch something burn slowly is fulfilled, something that doesn’t take long, the self restraint does not last long. Shadow jumps, the robot suddenly aiming his blasters at the wall opposite to them; jerking the hedgehog out of his fire-loving thoughts. The wall explodes with a boom, and bursts into even more flames. Though the time for watching them is mostly over.

After that, projectiles are fired at what little remains of the base, and explosions are caused by both Shadow and Omega. Once they’re done the base is nothing more than several smoldering walls, the very foundation crumbling at their feet. It had been fun, satisfying even, to really let loose. To use so much power on one lousy base. Amongst all the destruction, Shadow even got to make more fire, and momentarily watch it burn with his morbid fascination. 

Truly, a very satisfying outing of destruction.

Omega fires a bullet at the security camera once they’ve finished, cutting off Eggman’s feed. Shadow can only hope that annoyed the Doctor as much as he imagined it would. “THIS DESTRUCTION WAS SUITABLE. LET US RETURN TO THE APARTMENT.”

“Race?” He asks, failing to conceal the hopeful edge in his voice. While Omega isn’t as fast as Sonic, it’s still fun to race him. The robot can get quite competitive about it, playing off and also feeding into Shadow’s own competitive streak. Plus, he always tries to win in interesting ways, since it would be hard for him to beat Shadow with just speed alone. The hedgehog always looks forward to what trick his friend will try next.

“PREPARE TO EAT MY DUST, MEATBAG.” Omega exclaims, and practically zooms off back towards the city. Shadow smirks, and skates after him, leaving the building blown up and burning in their wake.

[bitcrusherr]

should i up my dosage of citalopram chat it isnt working anymore

[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 💀

[muses0fgracie]

@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