#I'm crying...

[tina-armani]

How does this man get more and more beautiful? Walton, you ruined my whole day because I cannot do anything, I'm just staring at these pictures since I woke up today... The vest? The eyeliner? You sexy devil..

[bad-traffic-smp-ideas]

Fucked up life

Last life but the server is not PG anymore, Ren&Scott can only interact as if they were in a rated R series

Jimmy suicides himself at some point

Sometimes I wonder if it ever really was a PG server, y'know?

[viatagrinner]

Gilbert von Obsidian. I want to know the secret you're hiding. His POV.

Human greed and soft-heartedness are the cause of mistakes.

What is rotten cannot be restored.

If left unchecked, the rest would rot in a chain reaction.

So, I'm going to clean it up.

Wipe it clean, don't bring dirt into the world.

Gilbert: So? How were you guys going to turn on me?

There was a sea of blood.

The corpses of beasts, not only human beings, but also greedy beasts, are piled up on top of each other.

The only ones standing upright were me and the helper in the charcoal-black hood.

Picking up the sword lying on the ground, I slashed the only survivor, the beast, in the shoulder.

(Dirty.....)

Man: Oww... I... I don't know anything.

I cut the shoulder from the other side and kicked it to the slightly muddy ground.

Gilbert: Then you want me to guess?

Gilbert: You guys heard that the Beast the Conqueror has a "favorite" in Rhodolite.

Man: ....Aaah....

Gilbert: With her, the cold-blooded royalty might listen.

Gilbert: You give me back the title you deprived me of, and the woman will be safe and sound, I'll give her back to you... You were about to say something like that.

Gilbert: In your scary dreams you launched one of these parasites into Rhodolite, didn't you?

Man: Oww.... Help me....

Gilbert: Ahaha, you idiot...

Gilbert: ....Do you think you're allowed to breathe after messing around with my prey?

Ruthlessly swinging my sword.

Spatter stains clothes and face.

The beast didn't move anymore.

(Really... How many people I've killed.)

Exactly one year ago I was visiting in Rhodolite and met Miss Bunny.

The fact that we were good friends, if only for a short time, spread everywhere, and politicians deprived of their seats during the purges came for Miss Bunny.

(I knew it would happen back then.)

I drop my sword and walk through the pool of blood.

Gilbert: ...Roderich...Put it all away. It's a purge on the emperor's land.

Roderich: I'll tell Michael....

Gilbert: No need...

One of the agents in Rhodolite is now a regular at Miss Bunny's bookstore.

When "he" was not with Miss Bunny, he was always in charge of escorting the hare and solving any problems that arose.

(But now...)

Gilbert: ...I'm going to Rhodolite.

Roderich: I see. .... This is the first I've heard of it, though.

Gilbert: You're lucky you got to hear it.

Roderich: ........

Gilbert: Here's what I'm going to do...

While I'm gone, you'll look after yourself.

I left, ignoring the assistant, who couldn't find the words.

(I wonder if Miss Bunny is feeling well.)

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Waiter: Thanks for the wait. It's a birthday cake.

Meeting Miss Bunny for the first time this year, I realized that nothing has changed.

Under the pretext of "finding someone," I drive her around and get an unexpected surprise at the cafe we came to.

(I never thought you would remember my birthday.)

In front of me was a pure white cake decorated with sugar confectionery roses.

Gilbert: ...I knew you were secretly ordering something.

MC: It's your birthday, isn't it?

Gilbert: You remembered.

MC: In many ways I'll never forget it.

(Because I teased/mocked you last year.)

Since I used my birthday as an opportunity to drag Miss Bunny into a cauldron of anger, it should never be a good memory.

Gilbert: ...You never learn, do you?

Gilbert: Just like last year, I could betray you, right?

MC: Then please don't betray me. This cake is a masterpiece, right?

Gilbert: Ahahaha, are you going to use it as a bribe?

MC: That's not what I meant, but... at least let me celebrate your birthday in an honest way.

Gilbert: Hey, I feel sorry for you, partner.

(...As usual, you are so accomplished that I want to vomit...)

(I've exposed her to so much malice in the Court, even if only for a while, and I can't believe that it hasn't changed her at all.)

It's disgustingly rare.

I like her so much that I have to force myself to come and see her in this way.

Gilbert: But I will accept Miss Bunny's good will.

(I'm not going to use the celebration this year.)

I grabbed the fork I had in my hand and held it out to Miss Bunny.

MC: What's that for?

Gilbert: Just wait for "Yum"?

MC: ....I don't like it.

Gilbert: Oh, I have to tell you again, don't I?

(...She's worth the teasing.)

Miss Bunny, who had a frankly suspicious attitude, eventually took a piece of cake with her spoon and put it in my mouth.

(But the amount of harassment is so great that it's almost like being harassed.)

I'm enjoying the sweet taste.

MC: So, how was it?

Gilbert: One more bite.

(Last year, on my birthday, you always seemed to be wary of me, ...but this year, it doesn't seem that way.)

She's shy, worried, but acting/deciding.

(While Miss Bunny was in court, we became friends.)

(...Poor thing.)

With sincere sympathy, I continued to eat the cakes that were brought to me one by one.

Gilbert: I wasn't interested in sweets before, but I tasted them in Rhodolite.

Gilbert: Now I like sweets. It's your fault, isn't it?

MC: ...I'm glad you liked it.

(....Well, I guess it tastes better because you're here.)

When it comes to food, the people you spend time with are more important than the food.

A recent domestic dinner with the aristocracy tasted nothing at all, no matter how much I ate.

(That alone was already worth a visit to Rhodolite.)

(..... Well, I need to hurry up with my original business.)

Even when I was teasing Miss Bunny, my mind was always directed to the street. So I noticed it right away.

(The man I was looking for.... Found.)

Miss Bunny must have noticed it, too, and looked at me puzzledly, as if to ask: "What are you going to do?"

Gilbert: ...If you've finished your meal, let's go somewhere else.

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Bar.

A man was drinking alone.

MC: He's drinking alone?

Gilbert: Yes....He must be very lonely.

We sit in the blind spot while Miss Bunny drinks juice.

(Although I wanted to enjoy my birthday more.)

Miss Bunny breathes nervously.

She's not supposed to know anything about the circumstances, but she can guess with her keen intuition.

(It's about time for the medicine to kick in... let's get down to business.)

Gilbert: Hey, Miss Bunny. Have you noticed anything unusual around you lately?

Honest Miss Bunny had an answer on her face before she could put it into words.

Gilbert: If you have something to say, then say it.

MC: I think it's just my imagination, but sometimes I feel followed.

MC: On the way home from the bookstore... I turned around and there was no one there.

(It's not much better than third-rate when an amateur can sense your presence.)

Gilbert: Hey, is that a stalker?

MC: ...What do you think?

Gilbert: You really are adorable, aren't you?

MC: What?

Gilbert: Yeah, probably the kind of person who subconsciously puts all men down.

I said it with the utmost sincerity, but the little hare raised an eyebrow and made a difficult face.

(.....Too bad.)

Gilbert: It's okay. I don't think you'll ever feel the gaze again.

MC: Why?.....

MC: ....Oh....

Gilbert: Because you're my only catch/prey.... right?

Miss Bunny's body tilted as if something had broken.

I reached out so she wouldn't hit her forehead and gently lowered her face to the table.

(I bet you'll despise me when you wake up.)

(....Sorry/ Will you forgive me?)

I get up and have a conversation with the guest sitting next to me.

Gilbert: Just keep an eye on her.

Michael: I'll deal with "him..."

Gilbert: I want to do it.

I smiled, grabbing my cane.

As I trudged through the bustle, I put my hand on the shoulder of the "beast," who was drinking alcohol alone behind the counter.

Gilbert: I should let you know who you're trying to get.

When our gazes met, the beast dropped his glass and turned deathly pale.

Gilbert: ....The ex-count?

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The frightened beast took refuge in a deserted alley, so a "purge " was over quickly.

However, I can't go back to Miss Bunny in dirty clothes, so I go straight to the Court.

I could have stayed in my room, but I unconsciously went to the chapel because.

That's probably why it was unexpected, but I expected it.

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MC: Prince Gilbert... You are cruel.

When the chapel door opened and a faint light entered, the corners of my lips lifted unconsciously.

Gilbert: Ahaha, sorry?

(You may or may not have come... the odds were 50/50, but did you brave it?)

When I turn around, Miss Bunny raises her eyebrows and looks at me.

MC: Prince Gilbert, why did you put me to sleep?

Gilbert: Of course, because it wasn't convenient.

MC: What do you mean?

MC: Prince... Gilbert...

Fear, as if she suddenly realized something, appeared in her clear eyes.

Gilbert: ...Have you noticed? I changed my clothes properly.

(I'm sure it doesn't smell that bad, ...but maybe I'm just so used to it that I don't notice it.)

MC: What was wrong... with this man?

Gilbert: Some things are better left unsaid.

(You don't need to know anything.)

The fact that Miss Bunny is still haunted by a lot of evil people, she doesn't need to know that I keep eliminating that malice.

(I take advantage of the malice necessary for "judgment," but everything else is just a hindrance.)

Everything I wanted to hide was hidden behind my smile.

Gilbert: I paid you back for your good will, okay?

MC: ...Why did you involved me?

MC: If you were looking for someone, you could have done it alone.

Gilbert: Because it was my birthday.

Even if it sounds stupid, I mean it.

Having had a taste of last year's birthday, the bad guy came again this year.

MC: ...?

Gilbert: I'm here in Rhodolite to run some errands, so my time is limited.

Gilbert: If you didn't accompany me on my errands, I wouldn't be able to spend time with you.

Gilbert: I'm a bad guy. That's why I don't mind choosing to enjoy myself even if it hurts you.

MC: ......

Gilbert: I was waiting to see if you would get in, but I froze.

Gilbert: If that's all there is to it, I think I'll just go.

(I don't think you'll celebrate with me like this.)

Miss Bunny, looking frightened, hurt, and lost in emotion, closed her eyes.

I turned my back on that figure and walked toward the doorway.

(....... I think I was expecting too much, because this might be the last year.)

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*the sound of a cane on the stone floor*

Every time the sound is heard, Miss Bunny's presence disappears...

...It was destined to happen

Gilbert: What?

I feel heat on my back and stop.

When I turn around, Miss Bunny was clinging to me to stop me.

MC: Even though I told you not to betray me...you really are the worst.

Gilbert: No, I didn't promise not to betray you, did I?

MC: Yes, you did. ...I didn't really believe in it either.

Gilbert: Ahaha, you're smart, aren't you?

MC: Other than that, I'll also say...

MC: Happy Birthday...

(............)

(...Did you hear the voice of my heart?)

"Congratulations" Miss Bunny seeps into my cold body.

Gilbert: You have a heart of steel, don't you?

MC: No, it doesn't. It still hurts so much I feel like I'm going to vomit blood.

Gilbert: And you're celebrating me?

Gilbert: I may have just done as bad a job as you can imagine.

MC: I try to believe... only what I see.

MC: All I saw today was Prince Gilbert, who seemed to enjoy himself from start to finish.

MC: The feeling that you stopped in Rhodolite and wanted to meet me was genuine too, wasn't it?

Gilbert: ......

(Sounds like fun...)

(.....Oh, that's how it looked.)

MC: Even though he's a great villain, that feeling made me happy...

MC: I just wanted to congratulate you.

(You don't know anything about what I'm hiding.)

This is why I don't like beautiful/pure things.

Gilbert: ...In fact, you're so stupid I'm going to be sick.

(I know it's stupid, but ...... I'm glad I came to reach you under a weird pretext.)

For some reason my body seems warmer than usual.

Ms. Bunny was quiet for a moment, and then she opened her mouth, as if making up her mind.

MC: Prince Gilbert..... Who am I to you?

(That's sudden. Did someone say something to you? ....)

(But I can give you that answer in a minute.)

From the "old days" [!!??] to the present, the position of Miss Bunny has not changed.

Gilbert: .....Last hope, perhaps?

(Though the day will never come when you'll know the meaning of that word.)

Gilbert: By the way, by the looks of it, you're going to congratulate me, right?

I turned, slipped out of Miss Bunny's arms, and smiled as usual.

If she was going to celebrate, I wanted to blow off some of the gloom and doom.

Gilbert: How are you going to celebrate this year? Of course, you won't run away, will you...?

MC: Well, we just celebrated...

Gilbert: Birthday's not over yet, okay?

MC: What do you want?

Gilbert: I'm freezing.

When I spread my arms, Miss Bunny was clearly embarrassed.

But I'm not going to back down.

(You're wondering how this could be a birthday present?)

(But...it will.)

I stopped loving people a long time ago.

I don't love anyone now.

Even beasts like me sometimes lack warmth.

Only the brave and good-natured Miss Bunny can embrace the beast that is feared by all and even smells of blood.

(I wouldn't normally ask for this.)

After some hesitation, Miss Bunny frightenedly jumps on my chest.

(......Ah, it's warm.)

(Thank you, Miss Bunny.)

I wonder if the smile I got was a real laugh.

(I'll take good care of it as my "last present"...?)

Gilbert's Masterlist

[p2ii]

HE SLEEPS WITH DAICHI'S ATLAS

[fallout-lou-begas]

[beif0ngs]

Over the Garden Wall 10th Anniversary stop motion short by creator Patrick McHale and Aardman Animations

[posalis]

[sergle]

this tweet is making me choke to death

[fatalsmile]

Naughty or Nice?

"Was the janitor on your shit list or something, Santa?"

[sunny-boooo]

I'm jumping off a bridge. Their backstory is so tragic, I can't.

The fact that even Queenie being in the state she was, Kinger still found humanity in her, the fact that he risked his life knowing she could go crazy and attack him just so he could touch her one last time.

And the fact that Queenie allowed him to do it, the fact that she was able to keep control as a abstracted just so she could feel him. Because she loved him and he loved her back and both of them knew her fate, but in that moment, it was just them, their last moment together so both made it work.

This is such a powerful image I want to hug both of them.

[suzybishops]

[rheill]

This has been in my mind since August but I couldn't figure out which character would say it. Then I started a Karlach Origin run and realized: Karlach. Karlach has a face that knows what The Grinch is.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Hey now, Let her cook!

[anthropologist-on-the-loose]

Me: "I don't often cook but I'm going to quick look through my mom's recipe cards and see if I can find that specific recipe"

Me, 15 minutes later, sobbing: "Love is stored in handwritten recipe cards"

[inkjetpaladin]

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Baby is safe and secure with this otosan 🥹

[ontgerunway]

Mappa's three men and one man child