#but yeah no color theory is so fucking confusing

[no1ryomafan]

One thing I appreciate about G Gundam it’s illustrated that you can still make something look visually appealing without every scene be heavily shaded or shaded at all, a lot of weekly animes back then lacked shading but something about G just pulls it off- now I just wish I could figure out HOW to do that for my own art cause I hate shading 🤡

[cryptidghostgirl]

I had this though on a cute little one shot for Alastor x chubby reader in the hotel I was wondering if you would like to run with it? Where the reader gets some nail varnish that matches their lip color without thinking about it. Alastor becomes rather fond of them wearing the color and eventually it vanishes after Angel points out that it’s almost the exact same color as the reader’s lips.

The reader ends up pouting a bit over it because they can’t find it anywhere in stores anymore. They ask Angel if they borrowed it to Angel’s confusioned response to the tune of “why the fuck would I want to wear your lip color?” And it gets to the point they ask for Nifty’s help finding it while Alastor is trying to avoid the topic entirely. Eventually Nifty DOES find it in the radio tower much to Alastor’s flustered frustration.

A/N oh hell yes i can do this. 11/10. Also I am skipping the fuck around in my request order, I am so nervous about posting cover up pt 4. I promise it will come out soon.

Spicy Sienna and Berry Naughty (Alastor x Gn!Chubby!Reader)

Pairing: Alastor x Reader

Warnings: Uhhh I got a little suggestive with this one guys. Sorry. Also,, Alastor is a little creepy and stalkery and has a thing about hands. This one just came out all around weird. Also, I named it after my favorite lip and nail polish matching combo so don't judge the fic by its name. Also Alastor sexualizes the reader a bit. Let me know if I missed anything. (guys i really have no idea what happened with this one, i am so sorry. I hope you still like it.) Also,, Alastor is for sure ooc.

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"Is that a new color?"

Alastor's ears perked up. He didn't turn to face the source of the sound but he listened. There was only one person in the hotel Angel would direct such a question towards after all.

"Yeah. It's essie, Berry Naughty is the name I think? Nail polish and makeup products always get called the silliest things. Do you like it?"

Y/n was the Hazbin Hotel's newest resident. They had arrived just a few weeks before, brought into the fold by Angel himself. The pair were old friends apparently, knew each other from back when they were alive.

"Yeah, it suits you. A lot more than that blue you used to wear."

There were three things the pair could be discussing in Alastor's mind. The first was Y/n's clothing. They were always dressed to the nines, decked out in some crazy ensemble or another.

At first, it had seemed foolish to Alastor. Anyone who cared that much about what they looked like had no shot at being an enjoyable person in his mind. That was before he had started to get to know the demon, seen the joy it brought them to indulge in fashion, realized the things they wore were for them and them alone. Everything had changed with that. It wasn't about persuasion, getting attention, facade. It was just who they were.

The thing about this first theory, however, was that Y/n almost never wore blue.

"Hey!" Y/n laughed, sounding a tad offended, "I liked the blue and I still might go back to it."

The second option was lipstick. Another little hobby the demon indulged in that had caused Alastor to misjudge their character upon their arrival was the makeup. Every few days, they would come down from their room in one crazy look or another. It was always something dramatic, coordinated perfectly to whatever else they had going on. If Y/n loved anything, they loved a theme.

Alastor had again made the mistake of assuming Y/n's enjoyment of such a thing was a representation of their vapidness when he had first met them. He would not be making that mistake again. The thing was, for all their wild self expression and experimental use of colors, he had never once see them sporting blue lipstick, he couldn't even picture it.

"What! I'm just sayin." Angel teased.

The third and final option, the one Alastor decided was what they must be discussing, was their nail polish. Y/n loved the act of painting nails, called it a ritual of self adoration. The way they talked about it, someone would think they were dedicating sacrifices at an alter to the gods. Every week, like clockwork, they would repaint them. Monday afternoons, four o'clock sharp. Their favorite color of late had indeed been a dark, almost black, blue. Alastor had liked it. The color had made something about their hands shine.

"Rude." Y/n scoffed in reply.

Alastor had always loved Y/n's hands. He had always had a thing about hands. In his opinion, hands were the most telling part of a person, or demon even. They showed nerves, experience, hard work -- went straight through to the core of who a person was. A carpenter's hands were rough, a cook's were scarred, an artists stained with color, a string musician's had calluses on the fingertips. Yes, a lot about a person could be learned from their hands.

Y/n's hands were soft, on the smaller side, and without the bony protrusions of their knuckles so many people seemed to admire now days. Alastor had never understood the desirability of skeletal thinness. It was impractical and uncomfortable. Y/n's hands suited them perfectly, Alastor thought. They were his favorite pair of hands to watch, the way they would flit across the keys of a piano, the way they kneaded the dough when she baked, the way they held a pen.

"I mean, it does match your lipstick now which is kinda a look."

At this, Alastor really did turn around. He couldn't help himself.

Y/n and Angel were lounging on the couches of the hotel lobby. They were dressed down, wearing a pair of jeans that hugged their legs and a crop top that accentuated their body perfectly. They looked soft, they looked comfortable, they looked delicious.

The idea of hunger was a complicated one. When Alastor thought of other demons as delicious looking, it was because he wanted to eat them, to consume their flesh that is. Y/n was certainly delicious but, he had no desire to eat them. Not like that, at any rate.

Angel had been right, Alastor could see it from across the room. The soft ruddy red of their nail varnish matched the gloss coating their lips perfectly. Alastor had always loved the color red.

"Wait, really?" Y/n asked, holding a hand up to their face, by their mouth, their nails turned out towards Angel, "Is it bad?"

"Nah, it's honestly kinda a look."

Y/n hummed, moving their hand from their face and staring intently at their nails.

"Maybe it'll be my new color then... This is the gloss I wear when I'm just doing normal makeup."

"Cohesion is key." Angel noted, "If you have a look to fall back on, people tend to like that in my experience."

Y/n stayed true to their word and Alastor relished in this revelation. Over the course of the next week, nearly every time he spotted them around the hotel, they were wearing that same combination of nail polish and lipstick. It was a secret indulgence of his, a treasure.

They nearly caught him staring one time as they were talking with him. It was nothing special, just one of their average, casual chats about the ethics of one situation or another. For someone who had ended up in Hell, Y/n had a soft spot for moral philosophy. It was clearly spill over from some preoccupation of their mortal self.

Mid conversation, he had drifted off. He hadn't meant to, it was the way they talked. Y/n was an animated conversationalist, always moving their hands to accentuate their words in one way or another. It drew his eyes to their hands and their face equally, their nails and their pretty, dark red lips.

"Hey, Alastor... Alastor!"

"Yes, my dear?" he had quickly replied, snapping out of his stupor.

"Are you alright?"

"Why on earth wouldn't I be?"

"You just kinda... trailed off there."

Alastor tried his best to push his embarrassment to the side, to shake it off his shoulders seamlessly. Miraculously, he succeeded. He wasn't quite sure how, when they were watching him with such concern filling their eyes, a slight pout to their lips.

"Just a little distracted. Lots to do today. My apologies, my dear."

"And here I thought you loved deontological thought." Y/n had teased.

Everything was fine. Alastor didn't mind Angel having noticed, it was a well known fact the spider demon saw Y/n as a sibling rather than a potential partner. The pair had grown up together and when Sir Pentious, one night, had asked whether or not they had ever messed around with each other, seeing how close they were and comfortable with physical contact, the pair had made eye contact before each putting on their own display of disgust.

Alastor was good at seeing through people, he knew it hadn't been a show. What was a problem was when Husk somehow noticed the pairing of their lip and nail color as well.

Alastor had been talking to Charlie about one thing or another as Y/n shared a drink with Sir Pentious at the bar. He was half listening to Charlie, half to their conversation. Alastor always kept an ear out for Y/n's saccharine tones.

The pair had been chatting about how their respective journeys to redemption were going when Husk had cut in.

"Did you match your nail color to your lipstick?" he asked in mild amazement.

Alastor bristled. That fact was his, was for him. No one else was allowed to see.

"Yeah!" he heard Y/n brightly reply, a tinge of pride to their voice.

Though Alastor's back was to them, he could picture the way they must be holding their delicate, gentle hands up now.

"Isn't it cute?"

Husk whistled.

"Damn, Angel is finally rubbing off on you."

"I mean, I guess." came Y/n's hesitant reply.

"You trying to catch someone's attention?"

Alastor could hear his own heartbeat in the silence that proceeded their reply.

"I mean, not on purpose. Not with this. I just like the way it looks... I don't know, it makes me feel... pretty."

Y/n was right. Alastor knew for a fact, had seen it with his own eyes, how irresistible the combination made them look. Now others were starting to notice it as well and, well, Alastor couldn't have that, now could he.

The next morning, when Alastor came down for breakfast, he noticed Y/n sitting at the table, looking uncharacteristically despondent. His back to them as he began to prepare his morning cup of coffee, he smiled.

"What's got you down, my dear?" he asked and Y/n sighed.

"My nail polish disappeared."

So, they had already noticed. Alastor picked the carton of milk up off the counter.

"Don't you have others? You're always a veritable rainbow of color!"

Alastor kept his voice light and cheery. His coffee made, he took a seat at the table across from them.

"Yeah, I guess. I just liked that one. It matched my favorite lipstick."

"Couldn't you try another color? That midnight blue last week was rather nice."

"Yeah, I guess." suddenly, their eyes shot up to his, a smile breaking out across their face, "Wait, Al! You're a genius! I'll just go buy another bottle!"

When Y/n returned from the store a few hours later, their gray cloud had returned.

"Are you alright?" Vaggie asked as they slumped onto the couch beside her.

Alastor couldn't help but note, from his hiding place, the way the act of sitting changed their body. They were beautiful standing, stunning even, but something about the way their thighs spread out over the surface of the couch...

"Yeah." Y/n grumbled, "Just... bummed."

"Oh no!" Charlie exclaimed, walking away from the bulletin board she was planning their next lesson on and joining the pair, "What happened?"

"It's stupid." Y/n groaned, throwing their head back.

"Wrong guy hit on you?" Angel teased and they immediately righted themselves, shooting him a glare.

"No." they pointedly replied, "Just... that nail polish? Berry Naughty or whatever its called? The one that matched my Spicy Sienna gloss?"

"Damn, you're pulling out the color names." Angel laughed, "Yeah, I know. What about it?"

"I can't find my bottle anywhere and I went to like seven different stores today and none of them had it! Not one! You didn't borrow it, did'ya Ant?"

Angel put a hand to his chest dramatically.

"Who, me?"

Y/n rolled their eyes.

"Nah." he waved them off, "You know I always ask before I borrow. I learned that lesson about you the hard way."

Y/n sighed despondently again.

"I'm sorry." Charlie hummed, patting Y/n's knee comfortingly, "I know it was making you really happy."

"It's silly." they shook their head, "It's just nail polish."

"Yeah but, it clearly brought you a lot of joy." Charlie insisted, "What if I ask Nifty to keep an eye out for it around the hotel?"

Alastor almost let the shadows hiding him from the group in the corner of the room dissolve in shock. He hadn't expected that. He had really thought everyone would just let it go. Yes, he knew Y/n would probably be upset about it for a few days but, that just gave him all the more of an excuse to be near them, to comfort them.

"Really Charlie?" Y/n brightened immediately, "You'd do that for me?"

"Of course! I mean, I'm not making any promises but, you know."

Y/n pulled themselves from the couch, throwing their arms around Charlie's neck.

"Oh, thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

"It's just a nail polish." Vaggie chuckled, watching the interaction warmly.

Y/n let go of Charlie, who shrugged back at her girlfriend.

"It makes them happy."

Two weeks had gone by with no sign of the bottle of nail polish. Y/n still went to the stores every few days, checking for the color, but had yet to have any luck. Nifty too had come up empty handed.

Alastor was very pleased with himself. The trick of using his shadows to empty every store in the surrounding area of the color before Y/n went shopping was something he was particularly proud of.

Of course, all along, he knew where the missing item was. It was in the top drawer of his night table on the right hand side of his bed. Nifty only went in to clean his room maybe once a month or so and she knew better than to snoop. It was all going off without a hitch, even the comforting aspect. Alastor had had the absolute pleasure and honor of showing up at just the right place, at just the right time (imagine that), so as to be included with Angel when Y/n had the bright idea to see if she could find any other matching colors between her vast collection of lipsticks and lipglosses and even larger collection of nail polish. He wasn't sure how their hands could sustain that much acetone, or their skin that much makeup remover, but he was grateful for it nonetheless.

Alastor was in his studio, fixing one of the control panels, his mind filled with spinning memories of the past couple days (Y/n had even hugged him! The feeling of the cushion of their waist against his arms, their stomach, was not one he would soon forget), when he heard a knock at the door. He straightened up, eyeing it suspiciously.

The guests of the Hazbin Hotel, as well as its staff, knew better than to disturb him while he was at work. It's owners, on the other hand, were much more foolhardy. He ran a hand over his hair, straightening it a bit so as to make himself presentable, and called for the knocker to enter.

The door creaked as it swung open, just like Alastor wanted it to. A creaky door was a good thing, it made sure most people couldn't sneak up on him when he was at his most vulnerable, most distracted.

"You'll want to grease that." Y/n hummed as they stepped into the dingy space, "I think we have some WD40 in the basement, if you want me to bring it up for you."

They had never come to visit him up here before, never dared even come near the rotting wooden door. Alastor walked forward, shutting the door behind Y/n now that they were fully in the room. He was close enough to feel their breath on his skin as he smiled down at them.

"No need, my dear, although, I do appreciate the offer."

A silence fell between the pair as Y/n took a few steps further into the room, their eyes running across every surface available before them. Alastor noticed their hands were clasped behind their back. It wasn't an unusual position for them but, something seemed different about it this time.

"What can I help you with?" he cordially asked and Y/n turned to face him.

"Well... I... um..." they locked eyes with Alastor, finding their words at last, "Nifty found something today. While she was cleaning."

Alastor was glad Y/n's demon form was not all that powerful in this moment. If it was, they would have heard his heartbeat spike. His voice, his demeanor, even his expression were easy to control but his heart? Not so much.

"Oh?"

"Yeah... I..." Y/n trailed off.

With a sigh, they brought their hands forward, opening them to reveal the source of Alastor's anxiety. Nestled there, in the softness of their palm, was the nail polish.

"She found it! Congratulations, my dear. You must be thrilled."

"Yeah." Y/n replied uncertainly, looking away.

Alastor knew why they were so uncomfortable, but his hope was stronger. There was an uncanny sense of optimism in him, one that was unfounded and unfamiliar. It drove him to pry, to see how much they really knew. For all Alastor knew, there could be something else entirely going on.

"Where was it?"

"I..." Y/n looked back at him once again, "That's the problem, Alastor. Nifty said... well, she said she found it in your room."

"In my room?" Alastor repeated, feigning confusion, a hand to his chest in mock surprise.

Y/n nodded.

"In your night table drawer."

They must have known him better than he thought, have seen the flash of sudden anger in his eyes or something like that, maybe he had tense his body. Whatever had ticked them off, they continued.

"She didn't open it. Nift said it was open and went to close it and just... spotted it in there so don't get mad at her, she didn't do anything wrong."

Alastor stood in silence, watching Y/n carefully.

"I just... Look, I'm not mad, I am just confused. Why was it in your room, did you take it from me?"

A shock of nerves fluttered in Alastor's stomach. The heat rushed to his cheeks and he looked away, a hand flying instinctually to his collar and tugging at it just the slightest bit, as if the room was too hot. It was all the answer Y/n needed.

"Why?"

Alastor turned back to Y/n and nearly stumbled back a few steps when he realized how much closer they had brought themselves to him. Nearly every other time, he was the one to bridge the distance, to step into their personal space. His breath caught in his throat, a sort of thrill flooding his mind.

"I... I..."

He had stuttered. Alastor didn't stutter. He had never stuttered, not even when he was alive.

"You..?" Y/n prompted, leaning forward slightly.

His mind was reeling. He couldn't tell if that was their goal, secretly, if they had finally realized the effect they had on him and begun to use it to their advantage. Alastor looked away again.

"It was..."

"You knew it was my favorite. Why did you take it?"

Fuck.

They were upset, maybe even angry. Alastor had seen them mad before but it had never been directed towards him. Normally, he would relish in the wrath of another but Y/n's wrath? Fuck. He realized right then and there, he would rather die.

"Husk." he admitted at last, his hands now fiddling with the cuffs of his jacket, his face flushed.

Alastor dared a glance at Y/n. Their brow was furrowed.

"Husk?"

"Yeah. Husk."

"I... why Husk? Did he dare you? Did he... I... what?"

Whatever feelings they had previously held had been replaced by pure confusion. Alastor could handle confusion. The situation at large was still unwelcome and rather untenable but, at least there was the confusion.

"He..." Alastor cleared his throat, brave enough to meet their eyes again at last, "He noticed."

"Noticed.... oh."

"Yeah."

They fell silent. This wasn't a thing Alastor had felt since he was very young. There was a wild animal in his chest. In this moment, he didn't just look like a deer, he was one and Y/n was the hunter with their gun trained on the spot between his eyes.

"It wa-"

"Did you also take it off the shelves all over the neighborhood?"

They had always been smart, smarter than he gave them credit for. Alastor grimaced, nodding slowly.

"Alastor, why did it bother you so much? Is it illegal to match my nails to my lips? Does it go against your... your weird ass deontological code?"

"No, it's just... it was... fuck!"

Y/n had never heard him curse before. A hand flew to Alastor's head, he took a deep breath.

"Alastor, I-"

"It was for me, okay? I... I didn't want anyone else noticing. It was just for me."

Y/n looked somehow even more confused as he lowered his hand once again. The releif that had accompanied the admission was greatly outweighed by his anxiety as he waited for their response.

"But Angel noticed too? Before Husk?"

"That's different." Alastor sighed, "He... You... I..."

"Alastor, what's going on?"

There was concern now, lacing their voice in its gentle vines. It almost made everything worse.

"I like you, okay!? There. Are you happy now!?"

He didn't know why he was yelling. Y/n's eyes went wide.

"You... like me? Like, like like me?"

He glared at them and they put their hands up in surrender.

"Just trying to clarify the situation!"

Alastor rolled his eyes, crossing his arms protectively over his chest.

"Yes. I... like like you or... whatever nonsense you just said. Are you happy now?"

It was a stand off, each training a metaphorical pistol at the other. Y/n was the one to finally break.

"Yes." they curtly replied, crossing their arms to mirror his position, "I'll... I'll let you get back to work now."

Someone had driven a nail right through Alastor's chest and into his heart. He watched their retreating form as they opened the door and slipped out into the hallway. Just as it was about to fall shut, they miraculously stuck a foot between the closing door and its frame, peeking their head back into the room.

"Just so you know: if you asked me out on a date," they began, their eyes flicking up to his from where they had previously been fixed on the floor, "I'd say yes."

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A/N Ant is a pretty common nickname for Anthony in NYC (where I am from and where I'm pretty sure Angel is supposed to be from). Yes, I will be using it in another fic I am working on too (its part two of Unexpected (Vox x Reader). Also,, deontology is when you have a strict set of ethical rules/maxims you stick by no matter what (Kant is a deontologist).

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[eddiesghxst]

Meeting Eddie years after you’ve both graduated highschool and everything he’s was picked on or bullied for being nerdy about is so hot and attractive and arousing to you and he’s like this girl is actually an alien why didn’t I meet sooner 😩🙌🏽

ugh you’re in the same college psych class and on the first day you sit near the back and eddie’s rushing in a little late so he just takes the closest seat to the door which happens to be right next to you.

your professor makes the class do icebreakers and well it’s safe to say that eddie is one weird fucking guy but holy shit something just does it for you

it starts with tiny shit, like you saying “i like your ring, where’d you get it?” and it’s a pentagram ring and eddie’s like um…that’s new, never had a chick like that one, but okay.

and then it progresses as time goes on: “cool ink, ive always liked bats, they’re just adorable!” and “i like your nail color. you should do a deep red next, it would look good on you.” and “i like your hair today, eddie, it’s cute.”

cute?! nobody’s ever called eddie fucking cute. he thinks about it all day, and somewhere along the lines eddie’s mind twists it to where you basically just said he was cute, not just his hair. whatever, same thing.

and then the touches come. laughing at his shitty jokes and placing a hand on his bicep. gently tapping his thigh to get his attention to ask a question about to upcoming paper. gently squeezing his arm as you smile and wave with that fucking adorable, “see you on monday!”

what the fuck?

nobody’s ever been this way with eddie and he thinks you might be a figment of his imagination when you ask him about all his nerdy shit like, “how’d your dnd campaign go last night?” because god, you really remembered that? even after eddie practically rambled about it for decades, he’d assumed you were just being nice.

and then you ask eddie if he’d like to study together sometime, and now you two spend every tuesday at the library in the private study rooms, and you hardly ever get any work done because you and eddie just talk the entire time but you both love it.

and eddie wishes your “study sessions” weren’t just once a week but he’s like 99.9% sure you’re just doing this out of the kindness of your heart, so he’ll be damned before he asks to hang out more and make you suffer through more of his insanely intricate and confusing theories about lord of the rings, or the thousands of ideas he has for a dnd campaign, or how excited he is for the new iron maiden album.

but then one day you’re both walking to your cars after class and you turn to eddie to ask, “do you maybe wanna go out sometime? like watch a movie or eat or something— like…. like a date?” and eddie just looks at you like there’s no fucking way this gorgeous human being is asking me out on a date right now.

he takes a moment to respond, “…why?”

“why… do i want to go on a date with you?”

“i—…. yeah, like… why?”

“oh. well, because i like you, obviously.”

and well, eddie thinks you’re the weirdest person he’s ever fucking met, but you’re cute and you make him laugh so he’d be a fool to ever say no to a date with you.

[pink-chevalier]

Highkey I got the inspiration for the beginning from @cinamun have you seen her posts?!

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Percy: You look gross. 

Ophelia: Seriously? 

Percy: Yeah, you're all sweaty and ew. 

Ophelia: *rolls eyes* Whatever. What're you doing awake? 

Percy: You told me I had to pick up Mom's gift, so here I am. 

Ophelia: Wow, so you were listening last night?

Percy: What made you think I wasn't listening? 

Ophelia: You kept saying okay and cool to me. I knew you weren't really listening to me. 

Percy: I was thinking about some stuff.

Ophelia: Like? 

Percy: I had a fight with Tasha yesterday. 

Ophelia: *surprised* Woah, but you two never fight. 

Percy: I know, and it feels weird. I'm so pissed at what she told me yesterday. 

Ophelia: What happened? 

Percy: Apparently she has some issues with me dating Oliver. 

Ophelia: *confused* Huh? 

Percy: *sighs* She thinks that I have no personality, that I care too much about Oliver, and that we're so gross that it makes her wanna throw up. 

Ophelia: Can I fight her? 

Percy: Ophelia!

Ophelia: No, for real. Can I fucking fight her? 

Percy: You're not fighting anyone.

Ophelia: Why?

Percy: Because Tasha's still my friend! *sighs* Sure, she said some fucked-up shit, but she's still my friend. 

Ophelia: All of that was so damn homophobic. 

Percy: She's not like that. 

Ophelia: Yeah, sure. 

Percy: I'm being honest. Tasha's not homophobic; I just... I don't know. 

Ophelia: You don't have to be friends with her after that. 

Percy: Trust me, I know that, but I just want to understand where all that came from. 

Ophelia: Probably showing her true colors. 

Percy: I doubt that. 

Ophelia: Well, I can give you three reasons. 

Percy: Go. 

Ophelia: One, Tasha's always been homophobic. 

Percy: Next. 

Ophelia: Two, she's jealous that you're in a relationship and she isn't. 

Percy: I'll keep that in mind. Last one?

Ophelia: Third, she could have a crush on you, and she's jealous. 

Percy: Ex-fucking-cuse me? 

Ophelia: You heard me. 

Percy: Nah, no way. I'm not listening to you. 

Ophelia: But it makes sense. 

Percy: Not in this universe. 

Ophelia: It's only a theory, Percy.

[melminli]

cats and colors

summery: you talk about how black & white reminds you of satoru and suguru

contains: gn reader, no pronouns mentioned, non curse au, satosugu talk, fluff/crack, satoru being in love with reader a bit, kinda weird ending but really funny

"aww." you exclaimed when you saw two cats playing with each other on the sidewalk. guess it was worth it after all to wait outside on a bench while satoru was withdrawing some money. you nudged geto with your elbow to get him to turn his attention away from his phone. "look. it's you and satoru." you said, pointing to the two animals with a small smile on your face.

he looked a little confused for a second until his gaze went to your finger and saw the scene in front of him. "this again? is it really just because one is black and the other is white?" he asked, not really understanding the concept behind it. he really wanted to, though.

you always spoke up when you saw the two opposite colors together, just to say how it reminded you of them. they usually got it through messages you sent in the group chat, like just a while ago when you sent them a photo of just two side by side chairs in ikea with the caption reminded me of you guys.

you nodded. "yeah. why?"

geto just shrugged his shoulders. "i don't know. i guess i just don't think our hair color is the crucial factor that represents us as you know us and like as friends." he laughed out, making up this little theory. he stopped laughing once he noticed your completely serious expression.

"oh, please. you think i'm a beginner?" you asked a little offended. "it's so much more than just your dumb hair." you began waving your hands in the air as you made your impassioned declaration. "these colors represent you so beautifully because they're opposites who still go perfect with each other, like ying and yang for example. Satoru is hot-tempered and extroverted, which is usually more associated with something light, while you have a more introverted and quiet nature, which is more associated with something darker." you took both your hands and put them together to demonstrate. "like two puzzle pieces... but on second thought, your hair colors also play a bit into that, i guess."

his mouth just opened slightly at what you said since he didn't necessarily know how to respond to that. "that's very perceptive on your part. i'm kind of impressed - a bit scared - but uhm, mostly impressed." he admitted.

"i can't believe they don't accept credit cards in that place. i mean, who carries cash around these days." satoru interrupted you two a bit annoyed because of the fact that he had to go to the bank. he then spotted out of the corner of his eye the two cats that were still playing around with each other, and his mood lifted again as he watched the two. "aww, how cute." he stated and took out his cell phone to take some pictures.

"they're you and me." geto said and looked at you afterward. when satoru heard that, he knew exactly what he was referencing with that. "if the black cat is geto and the white one is me, then you would be a...birmen cat!" he decided, placing two question marks over both of your heads. this statement had little to do with your previous profound explanation.

"...birmen cat?" you repeated, not quite sure what that meant exactly. you were also having trouble deciphering what such a cat looked like, to be honest.

satoru just nodded while looking at you a bit dreamy. "i love birmen cats. they're my favorite."

his best friend laughed slightly at that and looked over at you to see if you could read the meaning between the lines. unfortunatly for his best friend, it didn't look like it since you still seemed to be thinking what a fucking birmin cat had to do with your color theory. "...that's cute i guess?" you said in the end and were pulled out of your thoughts when you heard a loud meowing out of nowhere.

three pairs of eyes turned to the two cats who had previously been playing sweetly with each other. the two were now busy with something else entirely as the white cat mounted the black one from behind to...perform certain activities.

oh.

geto quickly spoke up with a stern tone before anyone could say anything. "i'm not going to listen to any theories or sick jokes about this." he said, deeply regretting his previous saying.

[cheesyv]

Rating Hazbin Hotel & Helluva Boss Ships

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I was originally going to post 2 different things (one for HH & another for HB) but I decided I would bring them together cause there are some ships involving characters from both. So This is gonna be a long behind post :]

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This should be obvious but for those who might get confused about the colors:

Green - For the higher rated ships. I love or think that ship could work

Orange- For both high and low rated ships. I’m on the fence for that ship. So I could have easily given it a lower or higher rating

Red - For lower rated ships. I hate or think that ship couldn’t work

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HH

Alastor/Lucifer 10/10 I’m a sucker for enemies to lovers tropes 😭 like I know it’s most likely not going to be canon (and let’s bfr a lot of our ships won’t be) but that’s part of the fun. I find the fics and art hilarious and absolutely adorable. I think the cutest thing is them being in a QPR 🤭

Husk/Angel 10/10 They are cute. Husk and Angel talking, bonding and all that fun crap lol

Alastor/Rosie 10/10 I ABSOLUTELY LOVE the idea of them being in a QPR.

Charlie/Vaggie 9/10 They are so cute and supportive, and fit well together

Vox/Lucifer/Alastor 8/10 Lucifer and Vox become Alastor’s simps, and pull him into all their crazy ‘adventures’ 💀 They start dating but Alastor doesn’t fully comprehend it. I find it kinda funny to imagine Lucifer & Vox thinking they’re all dating but that doesn’t even pop up in Al’s head. (Let’s be for real, Alastor is just barely holding himself together and “tolerating” them and maybe eventually growing fond of them)

Lucifer/Vox 7/10 I like the idea of them partnering together (in fake dating or partnership in hating and fighting Al) to spite Alastor.

Alastor/Vox 6/10 I’m not the biggest fan of this ship. I enjoy the art I see and find some of the comics funny/cute but truly my heart will always belong to radioapple 😔

Vox/Val 10/10 They are most likely already sleeping together and act like a old married couple in the show, just work on Vox’s obsession with Alastor (and Val’s character but you know that probably ain’t happening) and BOOM could be good (tho I think Val finds amusement in Vox’s obsession so idk).

Val/Vox/Velvette 3/10 Don’t really see them all actually dating or being more than business partners/family.

Adam/Lucifer 4/10 Yeah that would totally work 💀 cause Lucifer totally didn’t fuck both of his wifes and I wouldn’t be surprised if he tried it on Adam too. Plus I feel like there would be alot of beef between them. (Adam did attack the hotel and Charlie, they might have some more history then just wife stealing cause you know heaven/earth stuff) But i must admit I like the fan art of them.

Alastor/Angel 4/10 I just don’t like the idea of them together very much. 🤷‍♀️ no specific reason honestly, I never liked the ship even during the plot

Val/Angel 1/10 You understand. Val is shit and treats Angel like he’s shit.

Lucifer/Lilith 7/10 Im suspicious of Lilith. 🤨 I really hope she actually cares about her family 😔 I like seeing them in the garden of Eden and raising Charlie like a happy family but idk, something is off about her. I also love the angst 🤭

Rosie/Lilith 6/10 Is kinda cute but I don’t know enough about both characters (especially Lilith). 🧐 If they are even actually who they say they are (theory post) 🧐

Adam/Lute 8/10 I like this ship, they obviously have history and some sort of chemistry. The relationship might be alittle unhealthy tho. I also like to think of them in a father/daughter or mentor/mentee type relationship.

Cherri/SirPentious 7/10 Sir Pentious likes it and deserves love. I’m a little fiffy on this one cause of Cherri. But she can definitely gain genuine feelings (too bad he’s not within her reach anymore 😏) so I’ll give her some slack lol

Zestial/Carmilla 8/10 I ship it. They obviously have some sort of history and are friends.

Charlie/Emily 1/10 They’re so alike that I see them more as sisters than anything.

Charlie/Alastor ?/10 I don’t know anymore 😭 I used to not like it but now this ship is slowly growing on me. Especially after reading this. <- That post just makes sense and honestly I wouldn’t be mad if it was canon. It’s making me question “everything” lol

Husk/Lucifer 8/10 I like it as a platonic ship. I think they be good friends and can easily talk to each other. I really like @drazhaq’s comics of Lucifer cuddling Husk and him not being overwhelmed talking to husk.

Husk/Alastor 3/10 Not a big fan, I prefer Huskerdust

Cherri/Angel 2/10 They are best friends and I don’t think Cherri would be a good partner for Angel. Plus he’s gay.

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HB

Striker/Chaz 6/10 Honestly? They both got some sex drive in them lol. Wouldn’t be to bad if Chaz wasn’t dead ☠️

Chaz/Moxxie/Millie 1/10 I don’t like it. You can tell Moxxie and Millie didn’t like it either

Chaz/Blitzo 3/10 wouldn’t have worked out 🤷‍♀️ plus Blitz ?loves (?that’s what imma use lol) Moxxie and Millie to much to go dating someone who’s hated by them and (I must add) a lousy fuck/fucker.

Martha/Mayberry 7/10 😭 They realized the man wasn’t worth it so they hooked up instead. I’m not against it 🙌 if they got over their differences then sure, go for it ladies.

Stolas/Blitzo 7/10 ugh 😩 Honestly hate the way things are going and how they treat each other (specially Blitz). If they can’t figure it out, it’d be better to just split up and go on their separate ways. But I do want them to work out their issues and become happy together. They are so cute together when they ain’t doing the toxic tango.

Loona/Octavia 2/10 See them more as siblings, friends or mentor/mentee

Stolas/Stella 1/10 Hell no :)

Stolas/Striker 1/10 Striker was literally paid to kill Stolas. Even tho Stolas finds him hot doesn’t mean it’d work out lol.

Stella/Striker 4/10 They can go fuck off with each other :)

Fizzaroli/Blitz 10/10 As a romantic ship, hell no. As a platonic ship, hell yes. I’m glad they made up and are friends again, they are such a good duo :) (Tho I won’t complain if there’s some platonic make out sessions between the two /J)

Fizzarolli/Ozzie 10/10 They are ADORABLE together 😭 They way Ozzie is with Fizz makes me happy.

Moxxie/Millie 10/10 They are perfect for each other. If you ship one of these characters with any one else, how dare you 😠

Verosika/Blitzo 3/10 Obviously Blitz doesn’t like her like that and Verosika doesn’t anymore. They had their struggles and I’m glad in the end it was somewhat “sort out”. I hope they can be friends at least, if not that’s understandable.

Mammon/Fizzarolli 2/10 Mammon’s true love is money 🤑 and he treated Fizz like shit just to get more.

Stolas/DudeThatAskedHimToDance 6/10 Ah. I think it’s cute and could be healthier and less harming than the relationship Stolas has with Blitz. If Stoliz doesn’t work out then this could be an option. 🤷‍♀️

Loona/Vortex 7/10 I think they’d be cute together but you know he’s already in a relationship with bee

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HH & HB

Lucifer/Stolas 7/10 Two emotionally damaged dads? They’d be cute and would bond over being hurt by someone they love and their relationship with their daughters. But I think I like the idea of them being friends way better.

Verosika/Valentino 3/10 I don’t know 💀 I’ve been thinking about this one for a day or two. I’m just gonna say no

Ozzie/Angel 3/10 like the idea of Angel going to Ozzie for help/work, but nothing more

Loona/Cherri 7/10 Honestly? Two badass people = badass power couple lol

Loona/Charlie 2/10 not a big fan 🤷‍♀️

Blitzo/Angel 6/10 It could work, both are vulgar and brash. They got issues that could be worked on together. But those issues they got can also be a big problem in the relationship (as it is in helluva boss between Stolas & Blitz). But, if not romantically, then they could be great business partners.

Stolas/Angel & Fizzarolli/Angel 6/10 Platonic ship! Could go two ways: a good fuck or besties for life. I love the idea of them shopping and gossiping together. I don’t particularly think they’d work as a couple tho.

Fizzarolli/Angel/Stolas 6/10 Platonic ship! Could definitely be besties. Bonding over the lovers and tyrants in their lives, going shopping etc. Don’t think they all would/could be lovers.

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What’s your favorite/least favorite ship in HH & HB?

✨ Thanks for reading :) ✨

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[thelampisaflashlight]

A Lack of Engagement Pt. 2: Something Borrowed, Something Blue

[Read Part One: Here. Things get awkward.] Below the cut.

Dew, true to form, launches into a thousand theories about what could be happening; Transmigration into another reality, ancient deities cursing them, a simple spell gone awry, or a truly elaborate prank, but Rain?

Rain is still buried in his phone, scrolling through the evidence of not only their marriage, but a years long relationship that he has absolutely no memories of.

There's too many for this to be a joke...

As Dew continues his spiral into madness, pulling every movie and tv trope he can think of in hopes of finding an explanation, Rain finds himself lost in depths of what feels like someone else's life.

Tapping on a photo closer to the beginning of his gallery, Rain stares at the pair of them together.

Dew's seated in front of a vanity, hair done up in a more formal style, little flowers tucked into the small braids holding it back from his face.

He's wearing a robe, silky and short, yet somehow modest in the way it keeps him covered, and Rain, himself, is buttoning his shirt, crouching down into the frame, looking a little wide eyed and nervous, but otherwise... happy.

Excited.

Rain taps the picture again, bringing up the image details, looking for the date it was taken; June 21st, 2023...

The first day of summer...

Litha.

Fuck's sake, they got married on the solstice... last year!

They got married on a lovers' holiday a year ago!

Rain tucks into himself.

That's so...!

A warm hand falls on his shoulder, "...You okay?"

He jolts upright, accidentally bumping Dew in the face with his head, not hard enough to hurt him, but enough to make him give a startled noise.

"Sorry! Sorry... Just..." Rain drops his phone into Dew's hands, "just, look at this."

"Satan's balls... We got married on Litha?? For real??" Dew's brow pinches, "That's so..."

He goes quiet, drawing his mouth into a line, his expression softening as he scrolls.

"Cringe?" Rain supplies, and Dew laughs a little awkwardly, "Dew?"

"Y-Yeah, cringe, whatever." he hands the phone back to Rain, a light dusting of color on his cheeks, "So... I guess we're really..."

Rain flops backwards on the bed, making it bounce slightly, and pats the mattress.

Dew lays down beside him, and together the two of them stare at Rain's ceiling.

It's... a lot to take in.

Who would think touching a dick would end up like this?

"This all feels..." Rain looks for the right words, but when he turns his head to look at Dew, something in his eyes makes him pause.

He knows how this is all making him feel; Anxious, confused, conflicted... trapped... but Dew?

If he says any of that, would Dew agree, or...

"...I'm sorry." Dew says, closing his eyes, head still tilted towards the ceiling, "I know this isn't ideal... you and me."

And hearing that, Rain swallows a hard lump in his throat.

Why does his chest hurt?

The telltale prickle of tears in his eyes...

"No, I'm sorry, I don't know how, but this is my fault." Rain whispers, scared to raise his voice for fear that it might break, "You..."

"We should figure out how to fix this. Soon."

A heavy silence falls upon the room.

His bed has never felt quite so cold with another body laying in it beside him.

"Of course..." he says, "Right."

Rain turns away from him, the shifting of his body tugging at the sheets, and despite the wall he builds between them with his back, he can feel Dew's move closer still in the sag of the mattress.

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.

.

Morning finds them, vulnerable, and Rain awakens to Dew's head on his chest, the feeling both comforting and yet still the heaviest weight known to man.

Rain wishes he were capable of gently removing him from him, but the panic of remembering all that has happened has him rising fast, and Dew once more falls victim to Rain's quick reactions.

The sleepy ghoul makes a sound his conscious body could never conjure, and props himself up on his elbow, before sinking back into the mattress unable to motivate his tired body into waking just yet.

Dew is a heavy sleeper, years on the road touring have made him hard to shake from his slumber, the only effective way to rouse him is to make a lot of noise, which Rain isn't in the habit of doing first thing in the morning.

With a deep sigh, Rain draws his knees up to his chest, wiping the sleep from his eyes and trying to bring himself back to reality... even if it is a strange one.

His dreams had been surprisingly uneventful, mundane even.

Not wanting to leave the comfort of his bed just yet, Rain reaches for his phone and decides to explore his notes app, just to see if this version of himself documented anything interesting or that might help him better understand how he wound up in this situation to begin with.

Most of his memos are the same as before, nothing significant -besides the obvious- has changed, except there are a few here and there involving Dew, which prompts him to type his name into the search bar to see if there's more information he can glean from his brief messages to himself.

A handful of notes pop up, but nothing particularly enlightening.

Although this does make him wonder if he couldn't find more information elsewhere on his phone- His text messages!

Opening up his messenger app, Rain dips into his recent conversations with Dew and finds-

Rain fumbles his phone, almost dropping it directly onto Dew's sleeping face, but catches it at the last second, barely missing smacking him in the forehead with his hand.

He's really got to work on that.

But holy shit!

His mouth feels dry.

What the fuck did he just see??

Peeking at his phone again, Rain almost launches it across the room in his shock and embarrassment.

It's a dick pic.

It's HIS dick pic.

He sent Dew a picture of his fucking dick!

And worst of all...

Rain presses the heel of his palm into his forehead and bites his lip, trying not to look at the replies.

...Dew had sent something back.

With the speed and fury of a mad man, Rain slides his thumb down the screen hoping to scroll upwards, away from the pictures currently burning their way into his brain, but accidentally opens one of them instead.

The scream Rain lets out is somewhere between an undignified shriek and an animalistic howl, and he has to bury his face in his pillow to protect himself from what he's seeing.

His feet kick at the bed in a frantic flail, and before he can shake himself out of his panic, Dew is awake and swatting at him for waking him up.

"...Shuddup... sleepin'..." is all he says before rolling up in the blankets, taking Rain's phone with him as he wraps himself into a burrito, leaving Rain to lay uncovered as he tries not to blurt out what he's just seen.

Rain could die right now and he'd deserve it, he thinks.

There's nothing wrong with seeing your friend's junk... necessarily... but this is definitely way, WAY more intimate, and he feels like, even though it's his fucking penis, he's looking at someone else's nudes.

In a way, he certainly is -Dew's nudes in fact- even if they were sent consensually, the two of them DO NOT have that kind of relationship, and this all feels very much like a serious violation of both of their privacies!

...That being said.

Rain carefully reaches into the bundle beside him and fishes out his phone, fully intent on deleting the pictures, but...

"Please no..."

...the leviathan is surfacing.

"Son of a bitch-" Rain grumbles, feeling a familiar pooling of warmth down below, slipping out of bed and making his way to his on suite and locking the door behind him, something he wouldn't normally do, but his brain is intensely focused on not letting Dew see him like this.

What he does next, he isn't proud of in the slightest, but it's better than doing it in bed next to his sleeping friend.

Slipping his boxers down, Rain wastes no time in taking himself in hand, stroking himself faster than would normally be comfortable, but this isn't about comfort right now, he needs to get rid of this fast, or else-

...Or else what?

Nope.

Not even going to consider the alternatives.

At least he wasn't going to, but apparently just yanking at himself isn't cutting it this morning.

His imagination is brimming with ideas... ones that he tries to squish down for the sake of his own sanity, and because jacking off to thoughts of your friend isn't exactly normal.

Slowing his movements, Rain braces himself against the counter next to the toilet and tries in vain to imagine someone, anyone else in order to get the deed done and move on with his day... but he can't.

He slides his thumb over the head and-

His eyes widen and his hand freezes.

THE FUCKING DICK STATUE!

Rain almost rushes out of the bathroom to wake Dew and tell him about his revelation, that he knows how this all happened, and that he thinks he knows how to fix things.

But, he's still got his cock out.

Shit.

He just needs to take care of business, and...

And...

Annnd... he's thinking about Dew again.

His dick twitches in his grasp.

"God fucking dammit."

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When Dew finally wakes up, worming his way out of his blanket cocoon, his first instinct is to reach for his phone to check the time, but as he does so, his vision clears a bit more and he blinks, confused.

This... isn't his room.

His stuff is here, but the walls are blue, not white, and his bookshelf is in the corner, not by the window... actually, there isn't a window in this room at all, and that makes him panic a little before he falls back in the bed, remembering.

Right.

This isn't his room.

It's Rain's.

...He's in Rain's room.

He blinks once.

Twice...

And then something in his brain clicks over-

"Fucking shit!"

Dew throws the blankets off the bed and stands up, maybe a bit too fast from the way his head spins, but he's got no time to lose.

"Rain!" he shouts, searching the room briefly before zeroing in on the bathroom door, he grabs the handle and tries to turn it, but finds it locked, "Rain, come on, I need to tell you something!"

"U-Um, not right now, Dew, I'm... I'm taking a shit!" the other replies, sounding a bit pained, "G-Gimme a minute here-"

It is in that moment, just as Rain is about to finish, that the door pops open, and the ghoul remembers the reason he never bothered locking it in the past.

"I'm-"

The fucking latch doesn't even work to begin with.

"...Why is it blue?"

[roxtron]

So I wanted to try to make a theory/analysis post on something I've wondered for a while: What the fuck are the Krang made of? Yeah that's literally my intro to this. Can I make smooth transitions? Absolutely not.

So starting out chronologically with their introduction, the majority of their animation shows smooth movements from their tentacles, basically like tentacles irl lmao. But further into that fight scene..

We can see their tentacles also strong enough to double as blades, able to stand up against (and nearly overpower) Leo's swords, and able to stab through Raph's shell. The material isn't exactly consistent in how solid it can be, able to go from the fluid movement of the tentacles, to sharp enough to function as a blade. This leads me to think their flesh is able to shapeshift in some minor ways, especially considering the way the tentacle shifts to become sharper as the Krang's leg is about to stab Leo.

And considering how goopy Krang 2 looks after being.. basically melted by April, it does show that at the very least their natural state of flesh is more fluid. Another interesting detail about this scene, and the way Krang 2 is animated after the attack that sort of feeds into the shapeshifting theory..

Back in the finale we're shown the skull of one of the Krangs. Yet after Krang 2 has her eye melted off, we see no hint of the skull. That could either just be from not wanting to add that much detail into the animation, which to be fair it would've likely given more extra work to animation that's already amazingly detailed as it is. OR- It could be from the flesh melting around the skull to keep it from being exposed. If we can see their bodies practically shift states of matter, and see Krang 3 use his own body to expand the portal, is it that much of a stretch to say they can shift their state of flesh to cover vulnerable parts of their body after being injured?

And another thing this screenshot helps to show, their bodies don't seem to all be made from the same material specifically. Normally I'd assume all the pinks/purples are the same type of flesh but I actually don't think it is. Their tounges specifically are shown to always be sharp, a slightly darker shade with the sort of lines and stripes covering it. Keep this part in mind.

After the Foot Clan get transformed into these creatures, it actually gives us further evidence on how the krang's flesh functions. When possessing humans, the Krang pieces sort of fuse and meld with human flesh. Whether it's adding on pieces, or, like with the stomach here, changing its shape entirely. But notice how they have those additions while still keeping the same colors their skin and bodies used to be.

But when Raph gets possessed? The Krang flesh doesn't fuse with his body at all. It's more of an add-on, especially with the way his arm back there shows the original shape of his hands, while still being covered in the Krang's pink. That, and his body isn't even the same color of pinks either. Some pieces are darker, and some don't even seem to be the same shape. Like I mentioned with the Krang's tounges earlier, I think those spikes on his arms and back are made of that same material. Darker color, lines and stripes, permanently spiked.. Sounds right to me.

Even in this scene, the colors of the tounge seem to match up, a lot of pieces attatched to his body fit into that, maybe that fleshy state inbetween transforming from fluid to solid? His tounge seems to be the only part of those spiked pieces that's able to mimic fluid movements, the rest seems to be solid in place. It definitely seems to be a different type of flesh, considering how the flesh around it seems to part instead of melding together.

As for the Krang's armor.. I was confused about it before but now that I think more about how the Krang themselves are built it's starting to make more sense. Essentially I think there's 3 main components to pay attention to. The darker gray of the chest and shoulderpads seem to be simple armor plates, made of some type of alien metal I assume.

The darkest blacks of the armor seem to just be the base pieces of the suit. I've seen theories it's partially organic, with the way it bleeds black liquid after Leo stabs into it, and honestly, that seems like a really good answer. I'm not sure if it's flesh with the black suit on top of it, or if that dark black with the markings is actually its natural state. (Though, side note, it makes me even more curious HOW they would've aquired or created this armor. Their tech is mostly made of flesh, sure, but with another theory about the Technodrome having a mind of its own, willing to let Donnie merge with it and control the ship.. It does make me wonder if their armor is made from the corpse of another being, or if they simply know how to create and generate flesh, and were able to mold it for their purposes.)

Anyway- The white pieces of the armor seem to be bone to me. What with the head looking like a skull, the tail having bone-structure and being animated that way, less smooth than everything else, jerking around each piece. But here's what makes it confusing, the gloves.

There's a couple scenes where the hand has folds on it. Yet the rest of the arm seems pretty solid, and the material must be solid enough to form claws at the end, so, what the hell is it?? This is what stumps me the most, it seems to be made of fabric and bone at the same time, I really don't understand it. The only real answer I have is that the material is comparable to the base body of the Krang. Flesh that's able to mold between different states, able to take that solid, bone-like appearance, to form claws at the end.. While still being moldable enough it's able to bend and fold like the tentacles can. Potentially, it's mostly solid and bone-like, but the pieces that need to be able to move are more flesh-like. The wrist and hands have more folds because they move more, and tend to get stuck in that state to move with the body, while the plates, spikes, and claws are able to be stuck in their solid states.

I dunno how to write conclusions, but that's most of what I'm able to observe for what the Krang are made of, and why pieces of their body function the way they do. Not only are they futuristic, they're also alien, so it's natural to assume they're just advanced enough to be capable of breaking these rules materials in our world have to stick to.

[bugsysaboy]

Alright, fellow 5 Kite stans, I got some more headcanons to submit to the council for approval.

(Aka headcanons post part 2, electric boogaloo. Reposting because I have more thoughts)

No content warnings, sfw

-actually understands cybersecurity, his passwords are all unique and actually random combinations of numbers and letters and somehow he never forgets which password goes where (never writes it down, either.)

-speaking of writing...

-my man CANNOT write poetry. Very bad at it. Painfully bad at it.

-he's really good at drawing animals! However! He is somehow 100 percent incapable of drawing people.

-he will sing for someone he loves and nobody else. If you drag him to karaoke, nothing will get him on stage.

-His singing voice is warm and quiet, healing to listen to when you lay against his chest.

-if you sing for him, his heart will melt. It doesnt matter if you are or aren't a good singer; he'll love every moment of it. (Not even necessarily in a romantic sense, he just finds it endearing.)

-favorite color is powder blue

-favorite smell is lavender

-and his favorite tea is chamomile lavender tea

-you ever look at someone and can instantly tell they have stomach issues? Yeah.

-no matter what, he is always at least a lil bit confused when he wakes up. It doesn't matter if he fell asleep in his own bed, he's gonna wake up like "???" and will never know where he is. Takes him a solid minute to actually gather his bearings, too. Don't try to start a conversation with him when he wakes up; he's not gonna process a single thing that you say.

- this dude is s t u b b o r n

- That being said, one thing he is good about doing is admitting when he fucked up. Like, can he be a bit overconfident and prideful at times? Yes, but when he's humbled or makes a mistake, he'll own up to it without hesitation.

- when he's flustered he pulls down his hat!!!

-if he really loves someone he might just stare at them for a long time, which sounds cute in theory but in practice he's just watching you sleep or staring at you from the other side of the room with an unreadable expression on his face and it's!!! Unnerving! But we love him for that <3

-...he doesnt realize it's unnerving

-in my last post I said he would like soup but also! This dude would rock with congee so hard.

-doesn't cry easily, not in the "I'm trying to disconnect myself from my emotions" kind of way but more in the sense that it just takes a lot for him to tear up. He's a very resilient individual, and things don't tend to throw him off.

-Firm believer in the saying of "fall down seven times, get up eight."

-On the rare occasions that he does cry, he's beautiful when he cries; his face is slightly flushed and the tears fall gracefully down his cheeks. He doesn't tend to make any noise and will just stare off into space.

-He also just can't seem to cry in front of other people easily.

-he had very slight esotropia of his right eye. His bottom lashes are disproportionately thick, but also his eyebrows are sparse.

-He has a few very faint freckles on his nose and cheeks, the kind you can only see when you shine a light directly onto his skin and look very closely.

-he has a slight overbite

-and prominent dark circles, the kind that come from poor vascular circulation.

-AND SPEAKING OF CIRCULATION

-DUDE'S HANDS ARE ALWAYS ICE COLD.

-IT'S LIKE TOUCHING COLD METAL WHEN YOU SHAKE HIS HAND.

-THE KIND OF COLD THAT CAN MAKE YOU FLINCH.

-but hey

-cold hands are an excuse to hold hands.

[sgt-scottymoreau]

Aug-kissed 2024

Trying this little challenge from @aug-kissed. I want to mix writing and art, but for this week it will only be writting. For the first week I did two prompt out of the three.

Week 1: Indirect Kiss | Blow a Kiss | Butterfly Kisses

Indirect kiss: (256 words)

“I promise, love. It does look good on you.”

“I believe you, it just feels strange. I’m not the one to wear makeup.” Scotty had to stop herself from licking her lips and smear lipstick all over her tongue. She only wanted to see how it would look on her and how she would feel about it. It wasn’t so bad, but the color was a little too bright for her taste. A softer or neutral color was more her palette. Scotty shrugged this thought and drank on her bubble tea. Her eyes glanced at Ghost. “You want some?” She handed him the drink.

He took it without a second thought, his lips pressed on the straw as his eyes were looking at something on the other side of the street. Two gulps were enough. He handed her the drink back. Scotty’s chuckle caught his attention. “What?”

The sergeant gestured around her mouth. He frowned. She pressed her finger on her lips. “You got a little something there.”

Confused, Ghost took out his phone to check himself. He didn’t feel anything and he only drank from a… Oh. In the reflection, he noticed the red on his lips. “Looks like I kissed you, without actually doing it.” Scotty grinned.

“As if you need more reason to kiss me.” Ghost pressed a real kiss back on her cheek, leaving a very faint trace of the lipstick. He smiled before rubbing it off his lips with the back of his hand. “Didn’t expect lipstick to be so messy.”

Blow kiss: (297 words)

Soap swore that if you paid enough attention to the two of them, you would notice it. Either it was during their trip back from an ops or a meeting, hell even at the gym, Ghost and Scotty would blow kisses at each other. He had yet to prove his theory. 

He was filling paperworks, his eyes lifted slightly above his papers. Gaz was next to him doing the same work, but a little more focused. Ghost and Scotty were discussing in front of them. By their demeanor, they were pretty relaxed and their conversation most likely work related. Soap kept an eye to make sure he would not miss a single second. Scotty was the first to break off, walked a few steps away, turned back to blow a kiss. Soap’s hand grabbed Gaz’s forearm and shook him. “Gaz! They did it!”

The sergeant lifted his head, not seeing what the Scotman meant. “What?”

“Scotty! She blew a kiss to Ghost!”

“Yeah, yeah. We all know your theory. Come on, they are not dating.” With this, Soap returned to his work grumbling. 

Another time, he was chatting with Price in the common room, drinking coffee. Once more, Ghost and Scotty entered the room together only for the latter to excuse herself when she remembered she forgot something. Ghost blew her a kiss for a change. Soap, who for the hundred time, saw this unfold, half choked on his coffee. “Soap, you’re dripping coffee all over your shirt!” Price warned him.

“Oh fuck…” Soap grumbled under his breath, cleaning the mess he did. Of course Price didn’t see anything. He was busy grabbing something in the cupboard, his vision completely blocked by the door. Soap sighed. He would never be able to prove that he was right.

[mrs-monaghan]

I just want to say this first before I go off lol. This isn't directed to a certain blog i'm just talking about in general.

i thought to be a jikooker means you support BOTH jimin and jk as individuals first but you also support their relationship as well? like am i missing something? this solo era has really shown people's true colors and it's upsetting that several of these people happen to claim their a jikook supporter yet are doing the complete opposite of what i thought been a jikooker meant. i'm not saying you can't be mad or upset at jimin or jk or like everything they do HOWEVER, lately i have been seeing jikookers that are jm biases (my bias is jimin) saying horrible things about jk and i'm like? why do these people claim they support jikook but only seem to support jimin yet shit on jk.

i have seen some saying that JK is personally responsible for all the sabotage that jimin got/is getting therefore they hate JK now because of that theory. you can't convince me that jk would PURPOSELY do anything to hurt jimin. man couldn't even shoot jimin with fake bullets yet some of yall think that jk just wants USA success therefore he'll hurt his boyfriend to achieve that? make it make sense. if jk really did that don't you think they would of broken up or would of seen their relationship shift? people really think jimin would just stand by and let his boyfriend fuck him over and be okay with it? yall have zero common sense and it shows. jk would literally die before he hurt jimin.

anyways i have had to unfollow a few people because of this. like if you hate jk or think he is purposely hurting and fucking over jimin why do you still call yourself or claim you support jikook? just be a jimin bias and support him.

sorry for that rant shaz i just had to get it all out because it's very upsetting to me that so called jikook supporters are hating jk based on their theories of what they THINK happened/or is happening.

IF YOU THINK JK IS PURPOSELY OR HAS PURPOSELY FUCKED JIMIN OVER BY SABOTAGING HIM WHY WOULD YALL CONTINUE TO SUPPORT JIKOOK AS A COUPLE THEN? that's where i'm confused because if i hated on jimin or jk i wouldn't be a jikooker i would just support them as individuals because if one of the people in the relationship is purposely doing something that's hurting their partner that would be TOXIC and i would never support that.

Oh I am with you

And I refuse to entertain this kind of fuckery. It's one thing to acknowledge the unfairness but it's another to take it out on JK.

And by the way, they are doing all of this not knowing dick about what's really happening behind the scenes. Jimin and JK just renewed their contracts together with the rest. Shouldn't that tell you that you are definitely missing something?????

I, spend no energy being upset because Jimin is still over here supporting JK and joking with and about him on his insta. So their rlship is clearly smooth sailing. And Jimin is all for whatever musical direction his boyfriend is taking.

We are not privy to anything that goes on behind the scenes. At all. As long as this remains the case I see no reason to be wound up.

And yeah, I would absolutely not follow any Jikookers shit talking JK. No thank u. I don't wanna see that shit. They are clearly solos and I want nothing to do with them. You made the right choice my dear.

[meanbossart]

I've been really enjoying your fic and it got me curious about how your campaign went??? I got the important parts (your Durge denied Bhaal, Shadowheart spared nightsong I think, Astarion obviously didn't ascend) but what else happened? Will we ever see any of the other companions?

Thanks for enjoying the story! I can say with pretty much certainty we won't be seeing any other canonical characters from the game, Jaheira, Minsc and Halsin would have stayed behind in Baldur's Gate, as well as Wyll. My Durge killed Lae'zel early in the game and Karlach also died at the end of my campaign.

Gale's character decided to go after the crown, and while he was the staple fourth member of my party the relationship had always been uh... Tense. This was before they apparently patched out how needy he was, but frankly it made for a really interesting story since i just kind of assumed his character was kind of a creep wearing a nice-guy's face. Also, to be fair, I DID fall for his "wanna see a magic trick" line but that just kindled the fire to my theory that he's actually a fairly manipulative person (and perhaps he's unaware of it). MIND YOU PLEASE that this doesn't mean i don't like his character - honestly i feel like I got a REALLY interesting side of him in my campaign and i wouldnt have it any other way - this was a party composed of the dark urge, Astarion, Shadowheart and GALE and to have us all turn down power and glory only for the goody-two-shoes wizard of the camp to turn kinda evil and power-hungry made for a really satisfying narrative.

... Sorry i ended up rambling about Gale LOL to actually answer the rest of your question, my campaign went like this:

I made a Fighter, champion sub-class, BIG hulking drow because i thought it would be funny. Because i went in blind I started off as a confused homicidal murderer who is a liiiittle weirded out about his urges but he doesnt stress TOO much about it. Is fairly standoffish and distrusting toward all of his companions which made for a weird start. Motivated by gold, killing things, getting this worm out his head and making off-color jokes. Ends up siding with the Tieflings because i also decided that, as a very hedonistic character who thinks we should be lunatics because we want to rather than because a cult is telling us to be, my durge would profoundly hate the absolute. As a male drow he also really hated Minthara so yeah, easy choice there. As mentioned above, I also killed Lae'zel when she tried to murder-suicide everybody.

I wasn't going to fuck anyone, believe it or not, so during the tiefling party i went with Gale because it SEEMED like he just wanted to show me something neat (it ended early because i failed his checks and i guess he can't get hard unless i can cast fireball). Also, at this point even though i made mostly "good" moral choices i *was* still a dick the whole time - despite this, everyone in camp wanted to fuck me BESIDES Astarion, which was so fucking funny and devastating that I decided my Durge would, from that moment on, turn on the charm and the flattery and make it his mission to bang him. So yes, they were manipulating each other. I don't have to explain why that made for a really really fun little dynamic. Also Astarion had to tell me he was a vampire through dialogue instead of biting me and i got to say "yeah duh" which was hysterical.

I finally banged him sometime during the underdark (didn't go to the creche at all) and during Act 2 I followed the same pattern of doing mostly the Good Thing while being arrogant the whole time, I fell into a kind of chaotic-neutral/true-neutral aligment and watched my little homicidal maniac cluelessly stumble his way into a hero's journey. I had also really grown to like Shadowheart at that point after having a really negative first impression of her character and she basically became my durge's best friend. Astarion also grew on me for all the reasons we know and love and he did his confession to me sometime in late act 2. I Never met Araj (though i think i mention her in the fan story only because her interaction is interesting) so I got the dialogue that isn't prompted by her encounter. I also had to "break up" with Gale at this point which boy that sure came as a surprise to me! I also didnt break the shadow curse.

Because I didnt kill isobel (Again, my guy didnt like people telling him what to do or not to do), my little butler guy made me wanna kill Astarion. I SWEAR this happened pretty late in game, maybe even in the first night in baldur's gate which i realize is unusual. Naturally I didnt and I decided that would be the turning point where my Durge decides to not just Go With The Flow of things but actively fight his urge and pursue its root cause. He tried to be more of a good person from that point on which was kind of a clumsy effort lol

He completely antagonized the emperor immediately upon him revealing his true identity, stole the orphic hammer from Raphael's house, betrayed Gortash after setting an "alliance" with him, killed Orin (she kidnapped the orphan and killed her in front of me because i failed the check :| ) stopped Astarion from ascending and helped Shadowheart kill everyone in the house of grief, i let her make her own choice regarding her parents and she decided to kill them. I also encouraged her to not immediately align with the Selunites just because of her past.

I got Astarion the thing that helps him read the necromancy book and i cannot tell you how satifyins it was that, after giving up unspeakable power by killing Cazador, that dude and his little ghoul army basically mauled Orin and her grandad for me practically by themselves while I was down on the floor with 1 health. PROUD OF YOU BUDDY.

Gale spoke to Mystra as well at some point and i swear I NEVER encouraged that guy to take the crown for himself. It was always either "do whatever you want" or "i think thats a shitty idea." At this point my Durge was super sick of him so they had a bit of a crappy relationship which may have something to do with how things turned out.

I betrayed the emperor, released Orpheus and when he asked if any of us wanted to be a mindflayer i went "Fuck No" big time and luckily the guy just did it for me. Chaos ensues, I kill the emperor and the absolute in an epic battle that took me like a whole day. I also killed Orpheus when he asked me to. Karlach died ( :c ) and Gale told me he was gonna fuck off to get the crown. In the final Astarion dialogue I told him we would find a way to get him to walk under the sun again.... AAAAAnd thats it i think? Man this game is huge lmao i swear i wasnt trying to be long-winded.

[glitteringcrab]

Prime Fight (4 theories)

Did both Evil Morty and Morty Prime do more than we realize? (based on the Freaky Mortys: Unmorticken Edition theory, which you should totally go read, although I no longer think any "brain control" took place, just wireless communication)

Theory 1: Evil Morty did more than we realize

Here you can see Evil Morty just barely avoiding becoming a pancake by a Diane Bot:

Here you can see that Rick C-137 becoming a pancake apparently made a big impression on Evil Morty:

At the time I thought he was thinking:

"Ooh, did this do it? Are ya dead? No? Yes? No. Crap. WAIT! If our tank is down, I have to take over--" (I mean, I doubt Evil Morty would shed a tear for Rick C-137 dying, but he definitely doesn't want to get killed himself, sooo... go go go go)

However, if the above mentioned Unmorticken Freaky Mortys theory is correct, what he's really thinking is:

"Oooh, this thing is tough enough to bring a Rick down. Should destroy them all asap..."

And soon after, we indeed see an eyepatched Morty (whoever he is) shooting the Diane Bots down, so presumably that's what Evil Morty was thinking.

However, before that happens, this happens:

Right before Eyepatched Morty shoots them down, one of the Diane Bots hits Rick Prime.

AND EXPLODES.

That's new.

(even the way they strike is new)

I mean, it's weird enough that it hit Rick Prime in the first place! He's smart, wtf. Did he get sloppy? Does he have residual regrets about killing his wife? Does he like a challenge, and finds having to avoid his own weapons entertaining? Did the Diane Bot get confused because of the C-137 leg that was in Prime's shoulder? Technically all the above are possible explanations but we aren't given a specific explanation for such a crucial moment in the fight (which is kinda suspicious) and the Diane Bots had seemed accurate up to then.

And, uh... why did it explode? Is Rick Prime himself like a bomb, set to explode if he ever gets squished?

As the next scene pans out, we see that its fingers have been cut off by the explosion, and are all yellow. Which I get in this setting means "red-hot", but it could also be a color-coded message for us viewers that Evil Morty had something to do with the malfunction of the robot.

Like this moment:

And I'd like to point out that when Rick cuts something in half with his own knif-y thing, the cuts are traced blue:

Anyway there is a suspicious pause between the last moment when we see Evil Morty fighting (using the palm canon of the sliced Primebot to save Morty Prime's life) and the next moment we see him, kneeling on the floor with his arms over his head. Did he do nothing in between that time? (obviously he wasn't able to hijack the Dianebots like they did with the flying drone because then he wouldn't have guided Morty Prime to go shoot them down, he would have kept using them... But maybe he managed to only partially hijack its arm or do something else?)

So maybe when he was staring at C-137's incapacitated body, what Evil Morty was really thinking was:

"Oooh, this thing is tough enough to bring a Rick down. I should use this on Rick Prime."

Theory 2: Morty Prime did more than we realize

This scene? With the little salute?

Yeah, I'm now convinced that's Evil Morty gesturing while telepathically telling Morty Prime "Fly up to shoot the Dianebots, I'll go help Ri-FUCK"

And Morty Prime nods in agreement.

(I mean, we use gestures when speaking normally. It wouldn't be too weird to use them when speaking via brain linkage of eyepatch, too.)

And initially I thought that Evil Morty was brain-controlling both Morty Prime and the drone, but now I realize that would be pointless, and nothing but a drain for his concentration.

We've seen instances of Evil Morty's puppeteering, and it seemed he mostly had to pause what he was doing in order to puppeteer Evil Rick, at least when it came to key fighting moments.

Note how they had to shoot one by one and didn't attack simultaneously?

But even if he got better with practice and by now can totally control more than one person's body... if Evil Morty was able to control the drone, he didn't need Morty Prime to also be riding it, getting in great heights and risking breaking his neck.

So yeah, that Morty flying up, piloting the drone via eye-patch, shooting Dianebots? That is Morty Prime being extremely cool all by himself (I think lol, all this is just speculation).

Theory 3: Evil Morty' story keeps getting sadder and sadder

I no longer think any actual temporary brain "control" took place, because:

a) I doubt that Morty Prime would ever agree to that, no matter how Evil Morty could have presented it as a perk.

b) It'd be creepy as heck for Evil Morty to just have a spare brain control eyepatch lying around in his space mansion, like, uh, that feels too much even for him. I mean, he lives all alone, he didn't expect anyone to ever visit, it'd be like he was obsessing with the idea of mind controlling Morty Prime this whole time. That's that's that's way too creepy. NOPE.

c) Evil Rick needed brain surgery to be mind controlled. Cables wired in his brain and stuff. Sounds time consuming to perform when you have to hastily prep before a big fight, even if you can pause time in your awesome space mansion with time crystals. (And Morty Prime got scanned while being a kuato, if there were cables in his skull Rick would have spotted them). I doubt Evil Morty would have been able to substitute doing a brain surgery with something as simple as wearing an eyepatch, otherwise he'd slap one on Rick Prime. The closest thing to instant brain-override on a person we've seen are those fingergun things.

But I totally think Morty Prime wearing the eyepatch allows him to wirelessly communicate with Evil Morty's brain (i.e. with Evil Morty's own implant) in real time. Which feels a lot more exposing for Evil Morty, because while Morty Prime only gets a screen before his eyes, Evil Morty would be basically linking his own freaking brain to an object gifted to a third party, which if used maliciously could probably be turned against him (*hold that thought). And therefore it is a lot friendlier, and nicer, and more likely for Morty Prime to agree to see Evil Morty's thoughts presented to him in text form than it'd be to agree to get mind-controlled. And I can totally see Evil Morty creating such a nice eyepatch for his potential companion in the same way he built a second seat in his spaceship. (Which, in turn, would mean that the little yellow robotic-brain-override cylinder that Morty Prime uses to control the drone was also equipment specifically made for Evil Morty's potential companion so that he, too, could have a mild version of Evil Morty's signature brain-related capabilities)

And yeah, because Evil Morty trusts no one, the extra eyepatch has a built-in mind-blower-like gimmick, scrambling Morty Prime's memories of what happened, so that:

(a) he cannot tell Rick C-137 details of Evil Morty's space base, and

(b) Evil Morty cannot get disappointed when Morty Prime inevitably turns his back to follow Rick C-137. The whole experience can be reduced to a single "thanks for the assist".

And maybe I'm just grabbing at straws, because Evil Morty has a very small range of casual expressions ranging from annoyed to deadpan to the one I call tired & miserable so you can never really be sure what he's thinking or feeling, but... uh...

His expression does change the moment he turns his back to Morty Prime, to the tired & miserable version.

I doubt that he informed Morty Prime of the built-in mind blower thing beforehand, but even if he did I feel like Morty Prime would understand this particular precaution.

(*did you hold that thought?)

Theory 4: A worrying scenario

We've seen Rick C-137 using a Prime drone (that he got from that time portal travelers were reset) to begin tracking Rick Prime down.

(Evil Morty's first puppet)

(Evil Morty's first eyepatch)

(freaking evidence)

(Evil Morty's awesome golden sword)

(Evil Morty's communication eyepatch and the remains of the drone he overrode, with the little golden override cylinder presumably still attached)

(Evil Morty's awesome finger gun brain-overriding bullets)

Boy, I know you're not used to people going after you, specifically, because you appear either too innocent to be dangerous, or you appear too dangerous to be worth attacking (and I know you're a clone so you're not used to someone telling you to clean your room), but please stop littering. Stop leaving remains of your tech just lying around. I don't want anyone to trace you back by studying your awesome brain tech. Please stop. Stop stop stop.

[festive-unserious-fellow]

Things in Zombies Re-Animated that I can't stop thinking about/just stuck out to me Idk part 2, Electric Boogaloo:

The moonies are just werewolf periods

Like. They're literally just werewolf periods Idk what to tell you-

That's not like, a BAD thing, I just think fucking werewolf periods is a wild thing to introduce to the lore of this series lmao

On a similar note, I made a whole separate post abt this but I'm very confused by werewolf family dynamics I want more lore for that

WYATT'S A RACCOON NOW DON'T GET CLOSE HE'LL BITE

Bucky's very slight redesign in the Halloween special is so funny to me- he looks. So so tired. And yet he's wearing hot pink wolf ears. That dichotomy is very funny to me-

I keep getting the song Ashley was singing along to in Teeny Witch stuck in my head smh

Probably bcuz I keep rewatching Teeny Witch for the Dae content...

Guys I love Dae she's so silly

She's one of the first characters I've ever seen who's actively described by the promotional team as "shy and quirky" who isn't the most annoying person on the face of planet

And her dynamic with Bucky is so fun- genuinely amazing choice to pair them up

Wyatt has so much more personality in the show than he does in the movies. I think he's one of the characters that's def benefited the most from the tv show format

The gag about Addison being obsessed with label makers is so funny omfg

I also liked it when Addison went insane in the woods in the Halloween special that was really funny

Basically I just like that Addison keeps randomly losing her mind in this show I think its a good recurring bit

BACK ON THE SUBJECT OF THE HALLOWEEN SPECIAL- I think the writers forgot why the wolves were mad in the movies

"Sick of living in the woods" GIRL YOUR LIFE SOURCE IS LITERALLY DRAINING AS WE SPEAK I THINK THERE ARE BIGGER PROBLEMS AT HAND HERE

I'm also kinda disappointed that they're retconning Bucky being from Missy's side of the family. I think the idea of Bucky having some alien in him has a lot of potential, and I wish Re-Animated would capitalize on that.

The whole Paint it Blech episode was a fuckin MOOD

Also you can tell Meg Donelly was having so much fun voicing the lil stick figure guy lmao

I absolutely LOVE that we got a whole episode dedicated to Bree, Addison and Bucky omfg- we never actually got to see them working as a trio in the movies, since Bucky was like. The main antagonist in the first 2 and fucked off to hang out with the wolves in the 3rd. So I'm glad we're getting some of that here!

And since we ALSO got an episode dedicated to just the wolves, I hope we get one for the zombie trio in the future, too. We've gotten more of the 3 of them hanging out than we have of the main 3 cheerleaders, but it'd still be cool to get an episode on them :)

Unfortunately I don't think there's gonna be an alien trio episode... unless they decide to bring A-li and A-lan in for one episode and then send them back to the void with the 'aceys?

Which SPEAKING OF- I'm disappointed they fully replaced the 'aceys with just one guy...

Like I think I know WHY they aren't coming back, probably some combo of the writers not wanting to juggle 3 more recurring characters & the person in charge of budgeting not wanting to pay 3 more VAs, but it's still dissappointing

BRING BACK THE POLYCULE PLS I BEG

Also not to go into conspiracy theory mode... but Singular Acey seems really down bad for Bucky, and given that he's meant to fill the role of the aceys...

BACEY'S IS CANON IT'S CANON THEY'RE ALL DATING WOOOOOOO FUCK YEAH I WIN!!!!!!!!!!!!

(I am Delusional I am going Insane)

Bucky is unfortunately a mood-

I, too, am desperate for attention, annoying abt color theory to the point Ive gotten into fights about it, a lover of cool frogs, and won't stfu abt my pets

Wynter is also a mood but that's just cuz I have ADHD and she DEF has ADHD are you KIDDING ME-

Eliza making a version of the z-band to help Wynter focus actually really lends itself to the reading of z-bands as disability aids...

I think it's neat that Zed clearly still has strong oppinions abt the MLP rip off he watched as a kid. That is also a mood.

I'm starting to think that maybe everybody in this show is just a fuckin mood...

The depictions of siblings in this show, while not really a main focus, are really accurate lmfao

Also YES IM COUNTING ADDISON AND BUCKY FUCK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!

The interactions between Willa and Bucky in these episodes were all golden(even if they only interacted in like 2 of them-). I will never shut up abt how much I love them being friends.

It's funny how borderline photo realistic the Shrimpy model is

Okay that's it :)

[ratcandy]

OH YEAH and yeah idk maybe the big skull fungus very well could be like, a god. that it could be like, the one god shroom. i remember people before sotf were wondering if the mushroomos infected sozo(nious) on purpose because of the implication that its a god was in the file name even before the lore tablets mentioned it.. i think. i havent seen them for myself either besides small glances IT ALSO HAS A WHITE STEM?? INSTEAD OF A BLACK ONE LIKE SOZO HAS?? like?? is it a different type? what if its from an ancient ancestor? whats going on, whats the relation of the mushroomos to these similar but different fungi? im honestly just as confused as you are. i think about these things about the game, especially with sozo, so often and im glad someone else also does just as much LMAO. at this rate ive posted 3 fucking anon asks in a row im so sorry

COTL DEVS ANSWER ME WHAT IS THE SKULL SUPPSOED TO BE

If it is a god shroom then everything explodes because It's A God Shroom it could do whatever it wants for any reason . In which Sozo has a god in his body/brain(???) and that's why it can drag him with it when it's revived. and that is a Theory I've proposed before but then it's like. WHY would a god shroom NOT infect more than just Sozo. Surely it wants to propagate right??? Otherwise why infect at all?? Unless it just wanted a vessel??

I mean fuck if we really want to go insane about it, the fungi that kills Sozo doesn't even look like the same fungi

and it split the one on his head in HALF so like. I assume it's the same fungi and it just spores in a strange way, because otherwise we're going into complicated ass hyperparasitism territory (parasites that infect other parasites) which we COULD do but like WHY, but i mean.

like. maybe this is a neverending spiral of endless fungi. who knows Throws my hands into the air.

AND DIFFERENT STEM COLORS YOU'RE RIGHT I DIDN'T EVEN NOTICE?? COULD THEY BE DIFFERENT SPECIES THEN? BUT WHY ... Or is a maturity thing and maybe the one on Sozo is younger and will lose its darker colors as it ages????? I mean. And bear with me here, but. The shroom on the skull has fuckin age lines. So like. Old shroom? Old shroom gone white with age? Old? Shroom? Aged? Elderly shroom?

and don't even get me STARTED on the mushroomos who are themselves seemingly menticide (given they drop it when killed and sozo will eat them). like. the worldbuilding here is so fucked and I can only barely try to contain it into digestible boxes that make a vague amount of sense in my brain

[ask-edd]

Man. I have a very love-hate relationship with color theory. You need black hair? Make it a darker desaturated blue. You need some pretty browns? get off the Orange spectrum. Try the red spectrum, or yellow. Need a dingy green? Grab a very Desaturated yellow, lmao. HELL. There’s even some colors that can fuck with your eyes or confuse you on where you can find them. Color is very interesting to mess with. Artist struggles, am I right, Edd? (The lighting for Edd is so cool, his skin tone is on a more green or blue side but it looks so good with his other colors.👀)

Oh yeah it's crazy how you have to do so many weird tricks to get the colors you actually want! And that so many aren't quite the color they seem either

((And ye, if you notice, everyone's sprites are tinted their hoodie color :> if you look at their eyes and teeth, you can really tell))