#fudgecicles

[theweirdestroller]

I freaking love the name Bink!

Anywayyyyyy, as an avid UTMV enjoyer, I'm really curious as to how something like this would work out.

I've been seeing a bunch of art lately with all the new AU Bills hanging out, so it makes sense that there would be an interconnected multiverse. Of course, the rules of Gravity Falls and Undertale vary by quite a bit so in general, Bink and Error Bill are going to be their own new characters.

How do these two work? Where exactly does Bink come from if he doesn't have a home AU like Ink? What about Error Bill? (Erill? Erill kinda sounds cool. I'll use that for now)

Knowing Error is corrupted Geno, is Erill maybe a corrupted Bill who failed at coming back? Would he still have his memories or would they be gone like Error's?

Does the newly established Gravity Falls Multiverse have the same balance system as the UTMV? Would Bink and Erill be in charge of it? Or are they just the inevitable outcomes of a fanmade multiverse, not there for any reason in particular? (except maybe to represent the creation and destruction held within those multiverses)

Meet Bink cipher.

He doesn’t have au but out-coded.

Error cipher and bink cipher belongs to me

Euclydia found bill (au) belongs to raven-anime

Mr bill pines (au) belongs to honeqq

[teethkid67]

when i was growing up there was a trailer a few doors down and the owners always left the door unlocked and open. the neighboorhood kids were always allowed inside and they had really good snacks. the weird thing was that they didnt have kids. it was just some random couple that had an endless supply of fudgcicles. they had an xbox we would play on and an alexa that was always playing despacito. always. 100% of the time without a doubt. despacito.

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okay im kind of obsessed w them . fudgecicles i literally havent thought about fudgecicles in AGES

heres baby bptommy eating a fudgecicle on somebodys front porch

[llatimeria]

I should design some summer-themed furries with dicks that are based off of ice cream truck popsicles

[greedonya]

@originemesis said: “ heaven can’t hear me calling you a bitch because they’re listening to kidz bop. “ / PROMPTS.

There was so much to unpack with just a single phrase. Wasn't Adam the overbearing musical talent up in Heaven? Does that mean Kidz Bop was a production of the first man? "Firzt Bop. . ." Mammon wasn't a God loving being, however, she drops a small hope to whoever's listening that it was Adam's band up in heaven.

"You cheeky cunt." You can almost hear an angel crying every time Mammon drops the word. "That implies you lot hear me every other time. Right? AH-HA. that's amazing. What else you hear up there? Huh? Huh? They got a counter every time I call you my not-favourite bitch or what?"

[shannoneichorn]

TFW you've found someone for whom Gideon the Ninth will be deeply inspiring. Sure, the individual words may not be swears, but the word pictures surely are.

When I was a kid I thought there were so many more swear words than there are. But in actuality we get like. ten before it just turns into slurs. Deep down, I’m still disappointed.

[everybody-loves-to-eat]

smores fudgecicles

[cannibal-nightmares]

catering to the brainrot of my friend and i and my friend and i only

a song for the unlikely fudgecicle friends - "ffunny ffrends" by unknown mortal orchestra

[greedonya]

"Something, something, something, is it worth it when you have little conviction in your own sale??"

Each flick of the presentation brought about Greed's combative push. "Write this down, Fizzy. I'll be covering the designer, all the test models, product trial as needed, marketing, employing supplementary inventors, Imp biologists, an' opening up another factory. Not to mention, bringing in the expertise of Asmodeus."

"Although, you crunched the hell out of those numbers! Let's crunch it further. You start out with a base of 5% an' I'll up by another every year depending on how much the product breaks record." With a cap, of course. "Pretty gracious considering all the risk will fall on me, don't you say? Look at me! Givin’ you the reason to put a price tag on that face an’ you’re asking for more.” You owe her.

“That being said, I'll need some...proof if you're capable." Pats his flat stomach. "We want it true to image, kid. A BETTER image."

"It's not worth it for me" | @greedonya

Shoulders dropped and Fizz turned his back on his own presentation. " ...but I crunched the numbers ? " The pointer whined as he bent it more on the verge of snapping in his hand. " It's my own face and body, a 10% cut is more than gracious. " And so much less than what I deserve.

[trickstertriangle]

im back from heaven . thgey took a bite out of my head

what thine fudgecicle!!!!! :(

[spaceumbredoggos]

I’m not getting the book until later this week or early next week unless gran wants to make a target run. I do need toothpaste though. I have enough for tomorrow. Ahahaha… (Gotta take inventory of what else I need. I’m good on deoderant, shampoo and conditioner, soap, pimple patches, face wash. I shit, my face wash brush fell in the toilet and I’ve just been using a towel the past few months. Gonna get a new one. What else do I need? Flossers.) Won’t bring this up until tomorrow or Wednesday. Idk. I gotta keep it inconspicuous as possible. Also, I want both the Barnes and noble and the non Barnes and noble edition and target will have it. Already ordered the Barnes and noble edition but I’m getting impatient.

Yeah, it’s getting hotter and hotter in my area. I’m sweating puddles and I gotta take inventory on what I need to get from target tomorrow as well as the book. We need fudgecicles, as the ones we have are all melty.

All hail Bill Cipher.

[greedonya]

Bills him for emotional damage with 300% interest per every hour.

LOOKING RIGHT AT HIM “Smells like…12-in- shampoo.”

LOOKING RIGHT BACK OVER.

"Excuse me, you sweaty, smellin' like dirty hot dog water, fatass??"

[greedonya]

@bringsin said: “ and for the record: no. “ from lilith! / PROMPTS.

"Aw, Lilith, I didn't even say anything! I'm running the numbers in the ol' noggin and I've come to the conclusion. . ." Mulls it over with with haste. "You owe me an evening of your company. At the VERY least." Knocks the first woman with a bump of his hip. Sick with glee, Mammon jests to get his desire for her presence known.

Sure, she wasn't everyone's cup of tea. It was safe to assume Lilith held some distain for the fallen angel and the core built up from Greed; 10,000 years of her name falling off tongues dripped in malice was enough to put the safe expectation in Mammon. Not that the Angel paid any mind or insult. However, she really did derive a sense of jollity from being near the familiarity Lilith held. Enough to soften up.

"Let me guess, not today, Mammon! Psh-"

[pluralquotebook]

"right, you dont know what a fudgecicle is. they dont have fudgecicles in space."

[hkthatgffan]

I see you visiting my blog and I am honored. I will check out your interview with Hirsch.

As a shapeshifter otherkin dealing with a turmoilous political climate and the looming threat of project 2025 on the horizon, I give you nectarines, fudgecicles, goldfish crackers, frog plushies, Minecraft axolotl plushies, and Pokemon sitting cuties plushies. I’m exhausted, hoping for a better political outcome, and fearing for my life.

I hope making you feel better will make me feel better. Now to make a deal with a certain demon to get that notch-eared candidate to drop out of the race and into prison. Hopefully.

Awww, thank you. And wishing you and all my other American friends and followers a safe and better future.

It's a scary time but your vote and others will make sure such horrors will hopefully never happen.

Best of luck with that deal with Bill. Tell him to give him a punch on my behalf >:)

[mylittlepooka]

I wrote a thing! I actually finished it! It is the first chapter of what I hope will be a series I'm calling Earth to Star Wars. A group of people from Earth are pulled through a hole in space-time to the Star Wars galaxy. They appear sometime between Order 66 and A New Hope in various places. Lucky for them, English and Galactic Basic are close.

Critique is welcome, but this is the first bit of writing I have ever shared publicly, so please be kind.

The Bad Batch x Earthling!Missy (OC)

Summary: Missy Michaels finds herself in the company of the Bad Batch and is 100% normal about it. Which means to say her fantasy is now her worst nightmare.

Warnings: Spicy stickers mentioned, public humiliation, anxiety attack

Chapter 1: Missplaced

Missy knew the path to her dorm through the botanical garden like the back of her hand. Which is why she was typing on her phone instead of looking where she was going. Which is why she never saw what happened. All she knew was that one moment, she was walking home from class, and the next, a blaster bolt hit the ground at her feet. Understandably, she screamed and dropped her phone.

"You can't just stand there," a little girl shouted at her. "Come with us!"

The little blonde grabbed her hand and tugged her along behind a group of four men in dark stormtrooper armor. She ran along with them with someone wielding fictional weapons at their heels.

The trees opened up to reveal a spaceship. She nearly nearly tripped over her own feet when she saw. Ships were not her specialty, but she would know the Marauder anywhere. She stared at the short blonde curls of the girl in front of her as she was hauled into the safety of the ship.

"Are we picking up strays now," ask the thinnest of the group.

He turned at the top of the ramp and took a few shots at their pursuers with the most beautiful rifle she'd ever seen.

"I couldn't just leave her there," the blonde shouted back.

"It would help if she could move on her own!"

"She might be in shock."

Missy found herself being shoved into a seat. Her harness was quickly buckled by a man with 99 his helmet. He then threw himself into the seat next to her.

She opened her mouth to speak. To say hello or even thank you. But all the came out was a small squeaking noise.

"Hi," said the little blonde buckling in across the cabin, "I'm Omega."

"This is the Marauder," was all Missy could get out.

"Yep!"

"I'm Wrecker," boomed the man next to her.

She nodded, eyes wide, throat tight. "That makes you Crosshair," she squeaked at the thin man. "Which makes him Hunter. Then Tech is at the wheel and Echo is co-pilot."

"Seems like you know who we are. So who does that make you," Crosshair asked from the gunner's mount.

Crosshair's sneer didn't need to be visible for her to see it. Not that she was really able to process his question. There was too much happening that absolutely could not be happening.

"I'm... I'm on the Marauder." Her breath was coming faster and faster. "This is a spaceship. I'm on a spaceship."

Omega was staring at her as though she were going mad. Maybe she was.

Outside the ship, the sky was darkening from blue to black. Thousands of unfamiliar stars became visible. They were going into space. She was going into space! She couldn't breathe. Someone was whimpering. She realized it was her when Wrecker grabbed her hand.

"Breathe," he told her. "You're safe."

She looked up at him. "I'm on a spaceship," she whispered, "with the Bad Batch. I'm on the Bad Batch's spaceship. Which is now in space."

She could hear herself. She knew how she sounded, but she couldn't stop it. Then, the stars elongated.

"Oh, fudgecicles, now I'm in hyperspace."

Her mouth open, she stared into hyperspace. The Bad Batch all stared at her.

"Is she okay," Omega asked the one she was sure was Hunter.

Hunter shook his head.

"You would be more comfortable if you took off your holdall," he suggested gently, but firmly.

All she could do was nod and do as she was told. The seat was more comfortable without her backpack, which she then placed in his out stretched hand. He handed it off to Tech.

"What is your name?"

She wanted to tell him but sentences wouldn't form and nothing came out.

"Maybe something in her bag will tell us," said the always so helpful Tech.

Tech who was holding her backpack. Tech was opening her backpack. Tech was opening her backpack! TECH WAS OPENING HER BACKPACK!!!!

She screamed and launched herself at him. It hurt when she and the bag hit the floor.

"No. No. No. Please, no."

"Well now you know there's something in there we need to see," sneered Crosshair.

"Let go of the bag," Hunter ordered.

His hands covered hers and proceeded to pry them off the bag.

"Please, don't," she begged. "Please, please don't."

It was too late. She let him guide her back to her seat, and Tech began to rummage through her things.

"I don't know why she was so desperate to keep us from seeing this. It's just notebooks and such." He pulled out the first notebook and frowned at the cover. "This image looks remarkably like you, Hunter, albeit with significantly less armor."

A little whimper escaped her throat as she buried her face in her hands. This could not possibly get any worse.

"This is curious," Tech continued oblivious to her distress, "this one says, 'Wishing I was Crosshair's toothpick', and there is another 'I'd kneel for Captain Rex.' And that's definitely Rex's helmet."

Oh, no, of course it could worse. He hadn't even opened it yet.

Tech continued to read the other stickers. "Ah, here's mine. 'I wish Tech's hobby was recording me.' Well, I'm sure that can be arranged."

She sobbed. A heavy hand settled on the back of her head. She didn't need to look up to know Tech had opened the notebook. The sound of it snapping shut was enough.

"I do not want to have seen that."

"I think we can leave off searching her holdall for now," Hunter said taking the notebook and bag.

This was officially the most humiliating day of her life. There was nothing she could do, nowhere she could run, so she just sat there and sobbed. Omega came over and wrapped her arms around her. Missy leaned into the girl. Five pairs of eyes watched her. This was her worst nightmare.

It was several minutes before she got herself back under control. Omega gave her a gentle smile as she pulled away.

"Do I have a sticker," she asked cheerfully.

Missy snorted at the absurdity of the question. Then she nodded. "Yellow notebook. You're wearing a tooka onesie."

Hunter glared at her as he fished out the yellow notebook. Then his face melted. The image was, of course, one of her favorites: a yawning Omega in black and red tooka pajamas.

Omega jumped up to look as well and squealed, "It looks like Lola!"

Missy took the time they were distracted by her perfectly wholesome linguistics notebook to catch her breath. Shaking hands wiped away tears and smoothed her lilac patterned skirt. It was her favorite skirt and it was May 25th, so, of course, she had worn it.

As if on cue Tech read, "Truth. Justice. Freedom. Reasonably priced love? And a hard boiled egg?"

She looked up and met his eyes for the first time. "The glorious 25th of May," she murmured by way of explanation.

"Ah, you're comprehensible."

"I... I think so."

Again she found herself the center of attention. Though there were only 4 sets of eyes. Crosshair had wondered off.

"My name is Missy," her voice cracked a bit as she spoke. "I'm from Earth, and I am very lost."