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[baphomuttt]

GUYS CAN YOU . SEND RE QUESTS . .. LITERALLY ANYTHING [im a liar primarily phighting again or any fandom im in or smthn idfk] . .. ...

I WILL DRAW OCS ILL DRAW SHIPS ILL DRAW BROKER AND ZUKA MAKING OUT SL

[majinbangus]

Watching Soap interact with children

You: Aw, lookit that! I bet Soap would make a great daddy one day!

Ghost: Johnny's not daddy material

You: What, and you are?

Ghost: 👁 👁

You: 👁👄👁

Alternatively, he'll have you calling him daddy later in the night

[the-jam-to-the-unicorn]

And that's why she's a Queen

[stevethehairington]

"and you're trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you've discovered something you don't even have a name for."

- you are jeff, richard siken

The back of the Winnebago is so quiet. It is so so quiet.

Four rowdy children under the same roof and not a single one of them says a word now. No jokes, no laughter, no bickering. The only sound amongst them all is their shaky inhales and measured exhales as they all marinate in this— this.

The plan that has to work, the uncertainty of what lies ahead. The heavy truth that this may very well be the last time some of them see each other.

Even Robin and her near constant stream of consciousness rambling is silent beside him. The only way he knows she's actually there is when they sail over a pothole and her shoulder bumps into his.

It's fucking eerie.

The silent knell of a death march — or ride. Whatever.

It makes Eddie's stomach turn.

Eddie is nervous. He's terrified, actually. This is bigger than anything he's ever dealt with in his life before, and he doesn't know how he's made it this far, he really doesn't.

But even more, he doesn't know how everyone else around him is so... calm. Sure, they've all done this before, it's far from their first time, but jesus fucking christ, have they really gotten used to fighting interdimensional monsters that threaten to destroy the world? Does that not scare the absolute bejesus out of them? He doesn't understand how no one else is losing their head about it. How an eleven year old is facing fucking doomsday like its nothing while he quakes in his god damn boots over here.

Eddie tightens his grip on his makeshift spear, knuckles going white. Clenches his jaw so hard he's scared he'll crack a tooth.

He tries not to think about how a cracked tooth is the least of his worries right now. How that actually doesn't even sound all that bad compared to the cracked limbs and cracked jaw and fucking vaporized eyeballs that loom in their futures. In Max's future.

Jesus christ, she's so young. Chrissy was so young. Eddie is so young.

His chest feels tight all of the sudden, his brain fuzzy and unfocused. His vision starts to go a little spotty and he can't breathe, he can't fucking breathe.

He can't fucking lose it, though, he can't. Not here, not now. Not in front of everybody else who's fucking cool as a god damn cucumber.

Eddie squeezes his eyes shut, tries to slow back down. Digs his nails into his palm until the pain of it grounds him. Brings him back.

The fist around his lungs loosens, just enough, as Eddie walks through the breathing exercises Wheeler taught him when he'd nearly lost his marbles last time.

He hasn't even noticed that the Winnebago has stopped moving. Doesn't see that it's all but emptied out. He's the only one left.

Until Steve god damn Harrington slides into the empty space beside him, close enough to touch, and says, "Hey."

Eddie startles, whole body spasming and flinching back until Steve holds up a hand like Eddie's some spooked wild horse and he's trying to ease him back down.

His heart rate slows, but he's still trembling.

Steve reaches out, and his hand curls around Eddie's wrist, thumb coming to rest just over his pulse point. His hand looks rough, still scraped to hell, covered in dirt and blood and dried bat sludge, but his touch is soft. Gentle.

Despite that, it's still solid. Grounding in a way that Eddie needs.

Eddie looks over, because how could he not, and Steve's... he's already looking back. His eyebrows are drawn together in concern, his mouth pursed, like he wants to say more, but chooses not to.

He looks so... he looks so.

And Eddie feels this, this thing expanding in his chest, looking into those glossy eyes, and it's— it almost feels like, like hope or something equally as ridiculous.

It makes him want to laugh, because who the hell could hope in a time like this?

This situation? It's fucking dire. And their plan? It's built on assumptions and fucking faith.

Someone isn't going to make it. That's just how these things work. Eddie's run enough campaigns with storylines just like this one to know the bitter truth of it. There are too many of them, too many moving parts, too many unpredictables. The odds are just not fucking on their side.

(And he has this terrible, horrible feeling, this rock solid pit, in the bottom of his gut, that it's going to be him.

He's the least experienced here, after all, and he's the most likely to freeze in the face of danger.

If someone's going to die today, it's going to be him.)

It's a fact that Eddie has resigned himself to. He's— he hasn't accepted it, per se, but he's acknowledged it. Has started to let it set into his bones.

It doesn't feel real. But it doesn't not feel real either.

He doesn't know what to feel anymore, really.

But Steve, with his big eyes, and his sturdy hands, and his reassuring touch — he feels a lot like hope, like something better than hope.

Something that Eddie can't quite put his finger on, but it seizes his chest in a whole new way.

Eddie wants to chase that feeling.

Wants to let himself believe.

(He knows he shouldn't.)

(Lying in the dirt and a pool of his own blood four hours later, he's glad he didn't.)

[loserboyfriendrjl]

dorcas pressed a kiss to marlene’s forehead. “don’t do anything stupid, will you?” she asked, and watched the other woman chuckle.

“when have i ever?” she asked, loosening her tie. “not stupid is basically my middle name. i’ve always been a cautious and careful, rational and respectful person.”

“yeah, right.” dorcas grinned, wrapping her arms around her. “go, now, you don’t want to be late.”

“right.” marlene smiled, kissing her temple. “i’ll be home late, if you want to go to sleep do so, since i don’t know when i’ll be home. i’ll try to be early as soon as possible, though.”

“alright! take care!” dorcas called out after marlene, who blew her a kiss as she closed the door behind her. “i love you!”

the next time she saw marlene, she was dead.

[suiana]

YES THATS EXACTLY WHAT I MEAN WHEN I SAY I WANT TOMIE CONTENT BSHSHSHSHS

also stop lying we all know u secretly whimper when u write smut abt ur yanderes smh

also u want 100 dollars for that audio? here u have 200 do it now and post it /j

👿 wdym >:( I don't whimper when I write smut I'm always just 🗿

anyways yandere tomie would definitely get her followers to stalk you. probably makes them scare you too so that you'll find solace in her warm and comforting embrace. and if that doesn't work she probably goes insane trying to make you see why she's the best option for you.

yandere tomie would fuck up your life and haunt your dreams whenever you try to deny her of your affection. how could you?? she's perfect, a goddess! how dare you reject a goddess. and even if she loves you, you certainly deserve punishment for your defiance.

[triglycercule]

ok horror didn't go through all the different hundreds and thousands of resets that dust (and killer) went through sure but like. he went through something id consider pretty similar???? because through 7 years there HAD to have been a plethora of humans falling down into horrortale like we can see the countless amount of people that died there in toriel's home or in blue snow or in grillby's or even just that first human that aliza hides behind when she first enters snowdin!!!!!!!

and (i dont really know where this rant is going i will not lie 💀) horror (the prick he is) has to see all these humans he has to meet them and introduce him to all of them and at what point does it just turn into routine for him?? they all just blend into one skin colored bipedal figure and the only important part of them are their insides (which i could go on and on about how gross that probably is 🙁🙁) and how them eventually all fall to their deaths

everyone in horrortale is far too gone to particularly care anyways if aliza wasn't so smart and lucky (plot armor SMH) nobody except horror and paps would probably remember her name. and horror would only remember to add a name to the list of "spices" that are in papyrus's spaghetti and then forget it all again. it's all just an endless cycle of human falls down and eventually dies. nobody in horrortale cares enough (if the human doesnt make some sort of big event happen like how aliza stood up to undyne (i doubt snowdin monsters gaf about her b4 that aside from eating her)) and in the end theyll just turn into food again and then the cycle repeats. its kinda like a reverse dusttale (❓❓❓) where instead of the monsters dying over and over to the human's hands it's humans dying over and over to horror's hands

and now that i've established that 🤓👆 time to tie the trio into this! i mean technically dusttale is a loops of both those things happening with the human killing the underground over and over and then dust killing them in the end??? so i think both dust and horror could relate to that?????

a repeated cycle of a human entering the underground and eventually dying,,,, feeling everything go back to a fixed state (literally with dust's resets and a bit more metaphorically with snowdin not caring all that much in horrortale)

having to start off disgusted with killing and then eventually learning to find enjoyment in it (likely because satisfaction of death is the only reprise from the repetitive slog and boredom that is their aus),,,,

somehow feeling guilt for everyone in their world because of what you've doomed them to by your own hands but also being over it and having grown apathetic. theyre still alive. dust sees his underground alive all the time and so does horror his underground's still (mostly) alive. but dust's underground doesnt survive longer than a few minutes now when they see eithe him or the human (so does it even count as life or is it just a barely fufilled light snuffed out) and horror practically already considers them all dead men walking and theyll all probably die one day anyway with how things are in horrortale so whats the point in even trying and doing something fufilling when everything is so so so shit??? (on dust's end this next similarity is ambiguous :3)

& also what they did to their respective papyruses and how they feel??? ik horror probably feels like shit for tricking papyrus into eating humans but he did the right thing (in his eyes. his EYE). he made the right choice to trick him even if it was bad it was the only thing he could do to help snowdin (sure as hell better than undick's choice to try and use him as cannon fodder for the core) and dust i feeeeel would have a similar thought process. papyrus shouldnt die he doesnt deserve to die but its what needs to be done. he's giving papyrus the longer end of the stick by killing him because its better than being killed by the HUMAN. he doesnt like it but he does it anyway because its what "needs" to be done!!! more similarity,,,,,,, esuaghhhh mtt parallel,,,,,,,

how many more similarities can i milk out. i dont know but anyways i doubt they'd bother talking to eachother about their feelings on this because gawddamn these guys and vulnerability!!! horror wouldn't tell a soul (especially not some freak version of him that killed everyone with some cheap excuse that it was to save them from some freaky human that dust swears he should remember but doesnt. but for the sake of this rant just pretend they dont know about eachother's lore :3) about what he did and what happened in horrortale because THATS HIS BUSINESS!!! dont stick ur head into stuff that youre not involved in PRICK he never gave permission for dust to know that

and dust wouldn't tell either because (i think!!! this part is just me fanonizing dust's reason necessary for this part of my silly horrordust rant. also obligatory "this is all my fanon interpretation of them" because i ran out of space in tags) he doesn't think horror would relate nor would be care. he's gotten too used to not telling anybody what he's doing or why or explaining himself to those he knows and loves back in dusttale so why would he even tell any of that to some random stranger with his only connection to him being that they both used to be the same person b4??

he wouldn't horror wouldn't and they both live in not so blissful ignorance about eachother and just how similar they are. or maybe they only know surface level and make up assumptions and stereotypes because they dont care enough or simply just dont have any attachment invested into eachother to want to actually think things through

TRIGLYCERCULE THIS IS TOO LONG I DIDN'T READ!!!!!! ok 🤣🤣🤣 tldr horror has many parallels and similarities with dust that would only be realized by them if they got self aware enough (which like. when is that ever happening). maybe if they cared enough and liked eachother enough they'd probably bond over their shared similarities,,,,,,,, aka by hunting down horrortale frisk

[oblivious-aro]

Maya Fey in Ace Attorney 1: Her insecurity about her usefulness after she loses her powers provides an interesting commentary on the ‘magic user’ role that girls in fiction (especially in 90s/00s media) are often given to ‘justify’ their presence in a primarily male cast to a primarily (though not exclusively) male audience. Her magic is her use. Her magic is her value. What message does this send to the audience who lives in the real world where girls can’t use magic? 

Not only is the inadequacy one would feel from not having access to the ability they’ve been led to believe gives them their value acknowledged, the game then goes on to assure that these fears, although understandable, are unfounded. Maya isn’t useful because of her ability to channel spirits, but because of who she is as a person. Yes that does include spirit channelling sometimes, but Maya doesn’t lose her value when she loses that power. She still makes essential contributions towards winning trials because she is just as stubbornly determined as Phoenix to find the truth. Maya’s value doesn't come from having a special power, it comes from the same attributes that give Phoenix his value; attributes that anyone can have, no matter what they’ve been led to believe about themselves.

Maya Fey in all subsequent games: Constantly gets kidnapped and/or needs to be saved by Phoenix.

[subsequentibis]

i have the classic control freak's achilles heel, which is that i don't know how to delegate because i don't trust anyone else to do it right, and then i overcommit and can't be in all the places at once i need to be

[kingcunny]

Do you think Viserys had any idea about Rhaenyra's affair with Harwin before Jace's birth?

most likely, yeah.

after *whatever* happened between rhaenyra and criston to make him turn against her, harwin had become her new champion. at her and laenors wedding tourney rhaenyra gave her favor to harwin while laenor gave his to joffery. surely viserys mustve known *something* was up.

the show skips over most of their developing relationship, but considering we see harwin being so close with rhaenyra, baby sitting her kids while shes giving birth, attending their training, lyonel himself commenting on their closeness, im gonna assume it went down more or less the same.

i dont think viserys wouldve really cared though, because of the very important fact that they got together *after* rhaenyras marriage.

as we saw viserys doesnt really care if rhaenyra is fucking around, as long as 1. its not daemon shes fucking and 2. its no one else he sees as a threat. had rhaenyra and harwin gotten together before her marriage, i think viserys wouldve gotten upset about it, because then harwin *would* have been a threat, someone trying to "steal" his babygirl away from him. but since rhaenyra is married, all their relationship can ever be is an affair. it doesnt matter how much they love each other, they must keep it (more or less) a secret. and after rhaenyra started having his babies well, viserys doesnt give a fuck who fathered them because theyre *her* children.

[thestarsperish]

random drawings on ms paint i did i guess . the yttd ones are from 2023 while the elehitch + bss ones are more recent

[ask-team-grim]

In response to this

Dravena: Wait, so you’re basically just a glorified schoolteacher’s assistant?

Dravena: I thought legends did more interestin’ stuff than that.

Dravena: Uh, no offense of course!

Dravena: But like, what do ya even like to help teach about? I’m sorry, it’s just…surely there’s more interestin’ stuff you’d like to do with your abilities, right?

Dravena: I mean every legend’s got abilities! That’s what makes ‘em legendary.

//@the-feral-one

[anqelbean]

It's WIP Wednesday mah dudes

[meat-loving-meat]

The LHM fandom is so funny bc everyone’s like I love LHM! Sorry about that. Vanyel is one of my favorite characters of all time! Except for these things he said and this part of his internal monologue. Valdemar changed my life! Half of the books in the series can choke though. I’m writing some LHM fanfiction! I’ve masterfully ignored all the parts of canon that make my crawl. I’ve been in the LHM fandom for half my life! Just to reiterate—I’m sorry for liking these books. Genuinely so sorry. No excuses for this one.

[thisliminalspacedaydreams]

Don't mind me, I've been waiting to write this chapter of the alien fic for 50 000 words. What a reward.

[namecantbeblank]

hit 1k finally on chap 2 of the BBH fic so here's some snippets ✨✨ ignore the formatting I didn't want to go back and do it in ao3. guess who's who