#the worsties are fighting

[allergic-to-fruits]

ive seen so many scott pilgrim x homestuck posts i had to contribute

[operationslipperypuppet]

Besties or worsties: Riz and Jens

immediate worsties. it’s on sight. riz would absolutely abhor his vibe and jens would be terrified of riz because of his established issues with funky little guys (is him meeting sonic and gex technically canon? perhaps not. but he’d bring that energy regardless)

they arguably wouldn’t survive being in the same room.

besties or worsties

[maulfucker]

This song is making me want to start yet another fic to never finish,, "Tell me... Where is your hideout? Who are we running from? I'm starting to think that you were right, and now I'm afraid of letting go of your hand...." Maul giving up on his Mandalore plan and deciding to just stalk Kenobi to tell him about his vision. Staying illegally in Obi-Wan's room because I love putting these guys in situations (and because Maul would NOT leave him alone until Obi-Wan actually accepted Maul is right, which he won't). Following Obi-Wan to Utapau and helping him escape after the clones attack, feeling equal parts vindicated and enraged (because he was proved right but Sidious still won). Them being on the run together....

[cozza-frenzy]

Systober Day 18 - Most Eccentric Alter - Roy (He/It/Dark) HELLO! Don't be shy, come on now - pull up a chair, don't mind the various ray guns and deadly lasers. I don't judge whoever decides to set foot in my lair; not unless they're pointing at me and uttering something idiotic like "Stop, you foul fiend!", in which case I immediately start looking for a carefully concealed lever to pull... ...Where was I? Ah yes; haven't you ever felt just a little bit wicked? A little bit dastardly? Haven't you ever wanted to rip off your pathetically normal skin, and reveal it was all but a disguise for the cackling fiend that lurked deep within your heart? Haven't you ever wanted to throw back your head with maniacal laughter while lightning strikes, bats take flight, tubes of green stuff bubble, and somewhere in the background something explodes? Well we did, and that's what gave rise to me; Dr. Boss to my enemies, or Roy to my friends, of which I have surprisingly many! I'm our repressed interest in the creepy, gross and outright bizarre. I'm the part of us that snuck book series like Cirque Du Freak and Goosebumps under the bedsheets, who desperately wanted a Doctor Dreadful Freaky Food Lab for Christmas, who loved monster finger puppets, rubber spiders, and gummi bugs full of bursting jelly. I'm a lot more than that besides, of course. I'm our anger holder; helping to keep thoughts of violence and revenge away from those who might become distressed - or worse, act on them. I'm our inner world's physician; I treat sick and injured alters, make sure the body's minor injuries and illnesses get proper treatment, and talk to doctors on our behalf. I'm a proud adoptive father to Trillian, have two wonderful partners, and I make a damn good chocolate lava cake. But even in a "Kill The Cook" apron I am still a villain, of course - and if you cross me, I'll become the one in your story. Now; since you're here, would you care to peruse our extensive catalog of mutagenic serums? They come in both stable and unstable variants, and your choice of five fruity flavors! - Roy

[typheus]

this' all i got

[stormflute]

Lego Monkie Kid: Breath of the Wild

[laugtherhyena]

Direwolf vs Pocketcat

[ickypuppi3]

billy and robin putting heather and steve in one of those ‘this is our get along shirt’ shirts and it lasting about two seconds before they start fighting

[eff-plays]

So initially I was like ok, Hiraeth takes their paladin oath after the events of Act 2 and don't tell anyone and especially don't tell Astarion because they're afraid he'll react badly.

But that's a braindead take. And based on the Oath of Vengeance, which isn't relevant anymore.

Now I think that, um, actually? Astarion and their relationship with him is one of the primary motivators for them taking the oath. Obviously they wouldn't admit it to him anytime soon, but c'mon. Kindle the Light? Shelter the Light? Bruh. "Oh so this mean nasty vampire man has sad round eyes and soft hands and is able to feel gentle things even after centuries of torture? You mean to tell me there is light even in the darkest places and it's worth nurturing? Hmm wow so there are good things in the world? Ok I will protect them with my fucking life then."

[fishybehavior]

Cinder and Jay better hate each others guts

[loveydoveykris]

I JUST WANT TO TEAR YOU APART.

[imsosocold]

I’ve seen discussions and aus of what would happen if Philip obtained the Collector before Caleb’s death and my only contribution to it is the insistence  that Caleb and the Collector would absolutely hate each other.  I think they’d probably consider the other a bad friend and a bad influence. Caleb would worried about the potential danger the Collector could hold to all his loved ones ( including Philip) and the Collector with all their abandonment issues would be as hurt by Caleb’s  betrayal as Philip.  Speaking of which, poor orange Pip, he’d be so confused and conflicted XD 

[regallibellbright]

RAT! :D

I love Weginald so much already.

[aromanticasterisms]

i started this side quest off going girl i cannot POSSIBLY be this stupid. then saw my friends and went oh okay all of this was worth it actually :]

[malaierba]

I do want iro to get along but I really really want wakaba to wage war against each other. Idk why, maybe because Choromatsu actually fights back and his temper is so memorable? Karamatsu my babygirl I love you and your range but you could never.

[flowerflamestars]

Contretemps snippet

“You deny the sentience of the children of House Amidala, the firstborn of Padme Naberrie Amidala, and very well the future regnal Queen of Naboo, because you would rather that than acknowledge the hearts and minds and souls of millions who have fought and died for you?” Maul hated the fucking Senate.   Laced in misery and lies, even without the active taint of Sith intervention, everything on this damned planet was stained. Shadowed. Just because he’d found the trickle that led to sanity in this place, gained the rank of Knight in this warm, loving temple, it didn’t mean that he had to like it.   “Sir,” Fizz murmured, slightest push of questioning suggestion, his Lieutenant’s Force presence bubbling with phantom sunlight.   Maul turned back his attention to the broadcast.   Naboo.   Sithfucking, wretched, beautiful, cursed, Naboo. He couldn’t escape it.    It was not common knowledge where Maul had spent his childhood. Not among the Order and not at all in his files- the facts of Maul’s reality- Maul’s capture- had been entirely obscured for his own tenuous safety at the time he’d been dragged in. That he’d told his troopers, fellow child-slaves that they had been, was a mark of deeper Jedi sentiment that he liked to admit to himself.   “My children exist,” Senator Amidala’s ceremonial face paint was shattered through in scarlet lines. The high art of Naboo, where each phrase, every gesture, might seek to reach forward in meaning and backward in sentiment, reference and poetry and systemic, artful poise.   Nothing subtle about her now.   Red, for war.   Red, to remember.   “My children,” the broadcast shifted focus as her voice ironed out into ferocity, two round-faced human infants, wide-eyed, calm in the arms of the clone commander very exactly her left, Fox, where royal consorts stood, “Live and breathe and grow. If this august body suddenly believes it has the ability to deny the most basic realities and their intrinsic, inalienably rights as guaranteed by the Charter of the Republic co-written and sealed by my most holy predecessor, the first Amidala, than it may be time indeed, for the end of this union.”   Runi, stretched out on Maul’s living room floor, reassembling her riffle, snorted. “So much for peace.”