#and i got a full course meal

[ningadudexx]

monkie kid season 5 major spoilers!!!!

if you have not seen lmk s5 yet then be warned!!! you can find uploads of s5 on youtube!!!

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season 5 got me skipping through meadows and singing with glee

[minxinq]

nessun dorma

[lovesickeros]

lord its so dark in here the sahara desert of tsaritsa content you are like a shining oasis. your characterisation of her compels me & mihoyo would be hard pressed to top it imo.!! caaaaan i humbly request yr thoughts on her first meeting w a reader of any kind, or maybe even multiple kinds (sagau, sagau god au, isekai, etc) if you so desire...

it really is like a desert here. being the fan of a character we aren't getting until the last damn nation is driving me up a wall but i will persevere bc if nothing else i support morally bankrupt women in media. we r in a severe drought over here but i do my best. unfortunately nothing i say is ever coherent so pull out your translation notes its abt 2 be messy

also this got out of hand but thats bc first meetings w the tsaritsa are tricky to write + a LOT of her characterization lies in deeper exploration then just surface level yknow...NOT A DIG AT YOU this is just my excuse for rambling. gently pats the tsaritsa she can hold so much complexity i do not have the word count to delve into it completely :]

gonna talk cult au for a bit here though because that's 99% of my content. and honestly? she thrives in sub au's of the cult au like villain au + imposter au. it's basically made for her. i mean, early days, the imposter au had been going around for a little while but one of the first few ideas was the Fatui taking reader in so like. it kinda technically actually was. pretty sure cult au Tsaritsa popped up because of the imposter au. a lot of it's writers kinda left though which. man am i getting old or.

anyway.

there isn't much of a chance her first impression is all that positive. at best it's usually neutral, imo, but rarely if ever positive. specifically because i view the Tsaritsa as someone who isn't as fanatical as most of the acolytes typically are towards the creator. she's not exactly going to worship the ground you walk on unlike a certain geo lizard. which is partially why i think she thrives in the sub au's i mentioned.

imposter au, for example. she meets you at your lowest. there's no gaudy extravagance or pampering from the acolytes waiting for you because your own acolytes have turned on you. for all intents and purposes you aren't a "god" at all. which is why i don't think she meshes well with normal cult au reader. the Fatui are made up of outcasts, basically, and imposter au slots right in just perfectly. you're weak, at your lowest, when you meet the Fatui in the imposter au. and the Fatui can help you, too.

a mutual exchange, really. the Tsaritsa sees a tool she can use to one up the rest of the nations and especially Archons, and she has no qualms about you using her and the Fatui in turn. you both want something out of it, after all. whether you just want to be safe from the rest of the acolytes, or you want revenge, or whatever else..she'll give you the power to fulfill it, and she gains the strongest piece on the chessboard when all is said and done.

the best way i can describe the first meeting is "practical", i suppose. she sees an opportunity in you. the ultimate gamble. because if she "saves" you, and you dont trust anyone else because they tried to kill you, well..she holds all the cards, doesn't she?

but the Tsaritsa, imo, is just as capable of being just as fanatical towards you as anyone else. she just won't worship you as the creator. but as yourself? clawing your way back to your divine power and taking back what belongs to you? the Tsaritsa is, to me, a character who's character flourishes in long-term fics more because she changes a LOT between "just met reader" and after having been with reader for some time. she's practically apathetic at the beginning but a lot of her character, in my characterization, shines through LONG after the first meeting.

[nattravn-art]

David Eilander "the Magician"

You might've seen him before at @thecrimsonvalley-creates since we came up with this face together!

I personally headcanon that he's got dubious eating/sleeping habits. He sometimes cuts meals by smoking and consuming large amounts of caffeine and sugar. As shown here: drinking Rusty Lake Cola, made with genuine Lake water. There are no side effects to this drink. Don't worry about it. :)

[2pen2wildfire]

Does being transneutral and FtM make sense to y'all? Cuz that's how I'm feeling about my gender right now

[anuntitledpng]

東洋空想世界「blue egoist」 (12/8 12:00 and 17:00) is available for streaming until 12/15, on theater-complex.town

(it is entirely in japanese with no subtitles, but theater-complex.town itself is available in english and does not require a japanese credit card or a vpn.)

this piece is just very, very good. it was promoted with purposefully minimum prior information, so this is all i should tell you: it's just very, very good.

i and my sister still haven't stopped yelling at each other about it since the opening day, both in person and on the spreadsheet we're using to draft the subtitles.

...yes. i'm already halfway through the first draft for the english subtitles.

p.s. the title of m3 (pictured above), which we had all been calling "Fiction", has turned out to be "不iction". it is so clever, and i'm going mad with all the implications it has on the translation.

[gardenfairie]

Best Will Byers day ever 🥳🥳🥳

[br1ghtestlight]

bob loves cooking for linda and this is soo important to me

[mobius-m-mobius]

sometimes i rewatch just the moment of Loki stumbling and tripping all over himself when he tries to approach Don!Mobius father of two at his home just to relive the moment of my jaw slowly dropping to the floor as it unfolded on my screen. truly there have been few moments that took me out with complete startled befuddlement so entirely as that. NOT because it wasn't perfectly in character I just hadn't in a million years expected a Disney/Marvel joint would let us SEE it.

You and me both anon, you and me both 🙏💖

There are some moments in life that really will last forever and what a pleasure it is to say the God of Mischief being canonically down for a single dad from Cleveland is now one of those, lmao. Honestly even to this day it's hard to wrap my mind around Loki's fit check, like there's poor Don literally just off work struggling with some trash and a chaotic household while an actual god lurks around wishing for a mirror in case he's not personally up to standard 😅

And like you said it's all COMPLETELY in character!!! Loki's never had to approach Mobius *needing* to impress before (because Mobius could never not be impressed with him) and because of it everything kind of hits in that moment how desperately he actually does want Mobius/Don to know how much he means and the difference he's made and if the only way that could be communicated is through some of the most obvious flirting any of us have ever witnessed then so be it. Still can't believe a full season of a Disney/Marvel show from start to finish gave the stuff dreams are made of, it's definitely a fluke but I'm running with it and never looking back lol.

[nerice]

♡ the most girlie 2 ever pop ♡

[potatoc00kie]

wow… old man yaoi real

[0utrenoir]

so comfy in my bed but I hear the tomme de brebis whisper my name through the cracks of the floorboards

[aemiron-main]

How much footage and photos did you get of the play? Your literally my go to for all the Henry content. 🙏🥹

AUWGDHFHFH FIRST OF ALL THANK YOU ANON….. <<33 IM SO HAPPY TO HEAR THAT

second of all. . . im hesitant to answer this lest the duffers aim their snipers at me but rest assured i havent even posted 1/6th of the content that i have re: tfs

[gooopy]

Fml. I have mental illnesses for real fhat arent just garden variety anxiety and depression <- sorry it turned into a vent/rant in the tags. The perilous poster

[indigopoptart]

OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD.

[trashcatmonster]

The pov fic was SO good omg, thank you thank you thank you! He’s so 🩷💖💝💘 also, could you imagine if reader gave him, like, something they baked 🥧 as a thank you for a nice first date? I think he’d be like 👁️👁️ 💍

Just to build on the idea of giving ht!sans a baked good as a gift on a date— assuming it’s something like a pie, could you imagine how cute his reaction would be? Like, he can obviously tell it’s a sweet, but when you explain you made it yourself his eyelight gets all fuzzy and if you decorated the crust like so? he’s definitely considering slipping you tongue

giggles.

title: just desserts

summary: You: There's a cute park that's about a block away from the library, if you wanna meet me there?

Sans: sure, treat. i'll meet ya there

Stars, you really hope he likes this pie.

ao3 link: here!

fic text under cut!

You’re not sure why you’re doing this. You’ve only been on one date with the guy! Sure, you haven’t really had a day where he hasn’t texted you with some cheesy joke or an interesting fact about rocks or stars, but you still don’t really know Sans all that well!

The pie tin in your hands feels like it’s getting heavier, and you stare at it in an attempt to see what on Earth could be adding to the weight. You’re pretty sure it’s your own anxiety, honestly. You still don’t know how Sans’ will react to receiving something like this.

You had baked it when you were riding the high of Sans flirting with you again. Calling you his treat and asking about what you’re ideal date was. It had taken a lot of effort to get the crust looking as pretty as it does, and you’re actually pretty proud of how cute all the flowers looked!

But you don’t even know if Sans likes sweets. You’d just… He kept calling you treat, and the petname would make your heart flutter and flip with the butterflies in your stomach and you had the idea of presenting something you baked to him saying he’s as sweet as pie and giddy excitement drove you through hours of prepping and baking.

With a sigh, you lift your head to scan the park. Your feet didn’t care that you were lost in your thoughts, which meant despite your nerves you were now at the spot you’d asked Sans to meet you at.

You can see him sitting in the grass, and you’re surprised by the wicker basket resting on a red checkered blanket just to the side of him. He… Of course he asked about your ideal date so he could take you on one! Heat spreads over your cheeks, but you ignore it in favoring of approaching the giant skeleton with a flustered smile.

“hey treat,” Sans greets when you get close enough, his grin soft and sockets drooping just slightly with lazy content.

The image of a sun bathing cat enters your mind, and you can’t help the nervous giggle as you pass him the pie tin and sit in the grass.

“Hi, Sans,” you say, tucking your legs to your side and grabbing the tin back once you’ve settled, “I uh… Well, I guess the picnic shouldn’t surprise me, but if I’m being honest I was a little more focused on the pie.”

Sans is staring at the tin pretty intensely, and he doesn’t answer for a long moment. You shift anxiously in your spot, and he looks up at you with his red eye-light going a little fuzzy at the edges. You’re a little fascinated by the change, and the way it makes him look… softer? No that isn’t right…

“you baked me a pie not knowin’ i was plannin’ a picnic?” he asks, but his tone isn’t teasing, like you’d been half expecting. It’s more… reverent? Awed?

The heat in your face is taking over, but you do your best to push back the embarrassment so you could carefully remove the tinfoil hiding the crust of carefully made flowers. There’s gaps between some of them, showing the blackberry filling underneath, which you think acts as a very nice background to the little flowers.

Some of the 3D effect you’d been going for when you stacked a couple of them have been a little squished, caving inwards and inviting the filling beneath to try and escape the crust, but other than that the pie had traveled far better than you expected it to. You carefully set the pie on the blanket, and look up at Sans with your breath held anxiously.

He’s staring at the pie, eyes no longer lidded like they’d been when you first arrived. His eye-light looks almost like it’s shaking in its socket, and it’s even less defined than it had been when you first brought up the pie. It’s a really… cute expression on him, and you can’t resist the endeared smile spreading on your face.

“I—” you pause, because wow having that look fully on you was a lot! But you’re going to say this, it was part of the plan and you were going to follow through, dang it!

After a moment to gather all your nerves together, you push the words out of your mouth with your heart stuttering a little in your chest.

“I made it c-cause. Cause you’re as sweet as pie?” Your confidence at the end rushes out with each word, and it all comes out like a question with a little squeak, but you said it and honestly, that’s good enough for you!

Sans is staring at you again, though. Wordlessly, without much change in his expression, and if it weren’t for the fact that it was a good expression, you’re pretty sure you would’ve started backtracking under that intense look.

You’re a little surprised when Sans blinks slowly, and his big, usually circular eye-light is staring at you in the shape of an upside down heart, still fuzzy at the edges and shaking just slightly in the darkness of his socket. The heat in your face you’d been struggling to ignore up until now increases.

“wow,” Sans breathes, and wow! Okay! That was a lot of affection for one word! You think you’re going to combust in the grass right there, but before your body can reach the temperature for it, Sans breaks his gaze from you to pull the picnic basket closer.

He starts pulling out tupperware, setting it on the blanket closer to you. His eye-light is back to normal, and you put in the effort to breath through your racing heart so this date doesn’t turn into a repeat of your last one where you’d only been able to speak to him coherently near the end of it.

In an effort to distract your mind from what just happened, you grab the closest container to you and peel back the lid to see what’s sitting inside. It’s filled with pieces of breaded chicken, fried and smelling amazing. Curiously, you pop one in your mouth. Flavor bursts on your tongue, and you wiggle a little in excitement for the rest of the food if it’s all gonna be as good as this.

“my attempt at popcorn chicken,” Sans says, finally pulling out a couple of plates and passing you one. You take it, unable to resist popping another piece of chicken into your mouth.

“It’s really good,” you compliment once you’ve swallowed the second piece down, grinning at the giant skeleton and delighting in the little, slate-blue blush decorating his cheek bones.

“heh, thanks treat. hopin’ ya like more than just the chicken though,” he says, punctuating the statement by passing you a bigger container and taking the one full of chicken from your hands.

You open this one too, grabbing the serving spoon Sans hands you so you can scoop out the admittedly delicious looking pasta sitting within.

The date goes really smoothly from there, which is a very pleasant surprise for you. Not because you expected it to go badly or anything (anxiety notwithstanding) but because you’d only gotten too flustered to speak once.

That little trick where Sans’ eye-light had changed into that upside down heart had really caught you off guard, and it keeps popping back into your minds eye. You’re really hoping it’s something you get to see again, because now that you’re not caught under the flustered heat of embarrassment, you could recognize just how much you loved getting that look.

“i’ll text ya when i get home,” Sans says once he’s got you at your door. He has the pie tin in his hands, holding it gingerly like he was afraid he would crush it.

You smile at him, watching his face and that pretty blue blush spread over it.

“Thanks for the date, Sans,” is your response, and Sans doesn’t get the chance to nod before you’re following the impulse to grab his arm and pull until you can stand on your toes (thank the stars your porch step is giving you a little extra height right now) and press a grateful kiss to his cheekbone.

When you pull away to head inside, that little blush has blown across the entirety of his skull. You can’t help the giggle that escapes you, waving before you step inside your apartment and lean against your closed door.

You have your face in your hands, the image of his heart-shaped eye light and that bright blush taking over your every thought as you fight with your flustered giggles. Wow you can’t wait for your next date with him.