#u evil xD

[100cat]

Shout out to aplatonics that do experience romantic attraction. No one talks about it, but I see y’all, and I think it’s cool 💅👍

[guby1620]

hc: They have been friends for long. And Toff is around 10 years older than his friend.

Btw, would you adopt them xD

[thedeafprophet]

When it comes to ships, especially those that are not good relationships, where its a question of whether they actually even like each other - i always think its important to think on why the characters are actually attracted to one another, both physically and mentally.

When it comes to The Captivating Princess, i consider her a far more in depth character then others sometimes care to... the thing with The Princess is that she's lonely, terribly so, and this influences the undercurrent of many of her actions. She's cruel and horrid and selfish and fundamentally cant understand normal human relations - and all of this ties into her yearning to understand it. This is without getitng into her clear love for the arts and creation, of which she aims to learn from and support....

The Princess' interest in Jamie was a slow build from their first meeting, initially a temporary entertainment at a party, and later a pawn in her attempt to bring her sister up to being like her. That did not go as planned - and neither did any of her later schemes where Jamie got involved. That is where things began to shift from a passing side glance of attention, and into Jamie being a much grander thorn in her side - a thorn that needs to be pruned, but perhaps could be shaped.

Because The Princess likes that Jamie fights her, likes the struggle and the chess plays and the inquisitive conversation. People either adore The Princess or fear her entierly, so few ever actually talk and engage with her. Its really quite boring, and why the alternative presented can be enticing.

Jamie also presents such a sharp juxtapositon against the palace despite being so heavily involved with it.... The Palace stands shuttered, unvinting, heavy silence over everything. It is quite different, then, from the poet who is inherently known for being loud and talkative.

Perhaps, it is that difference that compells her. Something different, then the silence she was raised and kept in. and her clear yearning for something more, to not be alone.

[countlessrealities]

@mcltiples sent:

Approaching with determined and confident steps, Rick V-79 entered his counterpart's personal space. A little too close for comfort, but he didn't care. What mattered was that he had a goal. And he was determined to fulfill it.

"I-I've come to realize that we are counterparts, so i-if today is my birthday, that means its yours too," Sharp pale eyes stayed glued on the other, digging something out from his lab coat pocket. "I-I got this for you, for the gratitude I feel of you not judging nor condemning me as bad."

Removing the item from his pocket, he dangled it within his fingers to show it off. It was a pocket watch but it didn't tell time normally. It looked as if it shifted to fit whichever dimension they were. Converting it's time to one that the wearer would be used to.

Softly placing a hand on the other's chest, he stepped closer. "Y-You're slowly becoming an ally and a friend, so I-I hope this serves you in your travels and makes you think of me."

{ To your Evil Rick from my Evil Rick bc i had to fhdhdhdhd }

At first, when he spotted his counterpart marching towards him, Rick thought nothing of it. In the little time they had known each other, he had come to expect the single-mindedness that seemed to permeate each and every of his other self's gesture whenever he set his mind on something.

The violation of his personal space left him just completely unfazed too. Not only it was expected, but he himself had no real concept of it.

His blank expression started to waver at the word "birthday" and, by the time his mirror image had pulled his gift out, confusion was written all over his features. A very rare thing to witness, since his face hardly ever betray any emotion.

Rick blinked once, reaching out in the very little space that was left between their bodies to accept the present. He would have studied it later, right now he had more pressing matters at hand. First and foremost processing the information he had just been given. The same piece of information that he had removed from his own memory not long after having left his Earth behind for the first time.

".....I-I wasn't aware that today is our birthday," he finally admitted, gray-blue eyes dropping on the pocket watch for a moment. "I-It's a notion that has never held any meaning to me, s-so I got rid of it."

The day had never been different from all the others, not once in his life. It had always been the same neglect, violence and pain as all the others. He had never seen why it should be celebrated.

His gaze returned on his counterpart as he pocketed the watch.

"T-Thank you, other me," he went on, allowing their identical eyes to meet. "T-This is a wonderful gift. I will treasure it. A-As I've already started to treasure our alliance an-and budding friendship."

His hand briefly touched the one lying against his chest, a gesture that was supposed to express how genuine his words were.

"I-I'm afraid I don't have anything for you now. I-I didn't know about the anniversary." A pause. "W-Wait for me tonight. I-I'll come to you."

[tenrai-no-ame]

{ @malafxde continued from: 🌟 }

"Oh? Well if you think so, then it must be true~…" A few soft notes of laughter followed the God's words, before a gentle hum then rolled through him. "Hm~… I suppose so~…" While Rin wouldn't lie in saying he'd hoped to maybe do a little better-- At the same time, he felt content enough with how well he'd done.

[mcltiples]

@countlessrealities sent; Mortimer gently but firmly led his counterpart along a ill lit corridor, one hand heavily resting on his lower back. He had insisted that the other kept his eyes closed the whole time, saying that he didn't want the surprise to get spoiled.

In truth, he was merely doing it for his own amusement, since he could have easily just portalled them to the exact location without putting up all that fuss. He had already programmed the coordinates that led there in the memory of the other president's portal gun, so that his counterpart would be able to go back whenever he wanted, but he wanted to play this little game for their first visit.

"Almost there," he whispered, in his other self's ear, as they finally reached the door set at the end of the corridor.

He opened it and, once they were both fully past the threshold, he finally removed the blindfold. They were standing in the entrance of a vast space, shaped like the dome room you could find in planetariums. The difference was that there were no rows of seats, but just a console set in the very middle of the floor.

"This is nowhere as exceptional as what you built for me, but I hope that you'll still appreciate it," Morty said, leading his counterpart towards the console. "I think it's something you'd enjoy playing around with."

The transparent touch screens came to life as he brushed them, revealing a complex board of settings. His fingers danced on a few icons, moving them across the glass and inputting numbers and commands on another.

The dome above them came to life, showing firstly the map of the pocket dimension the Citadel had been built in, and then the stars from a faraway galaxy.

"I coded it myself. It contains all the data and visuals of the parts of the multiverse explored by Ricks," he explained, reaching out to hit another couple of holographic buttons. "You can use it to explore or..."

His voice trailed off as his next command caused on of the suns to go nova, wiping out the planets that had been revolving around it.

"Get a taste of what playing God means and reshaping the whole universe to your liking."

[[ My E-Morty for your E-Morty !! ]]

Being blindfolded wasn't what Morty had been expecting when his counterpart said to follow him. Though he trusted the other and if he wanted to play this game, then he would allow it.

Trust wasn't something that he gave to just anyone, but with his other self. That's all he felt. Complete and utter trust. Which, if he were being honest, terrified him but it also set him free in a lot of ways.

Once they were to the location, the blindfold taken off, it took some time to adjust his eyes on what he was seeing. His eyes widened at the look of the place. So big. And the holographic buttons and screens were all pristine. It must've taken a while to craft something like this.

And for that reason, he was already appreciative.

"And you'd be right, this is the kind of thing I see myself spending weekend afternoons playing around with," And a lot more than just that. "I like it, no, love it,"

He came to stand behind his counterpart, hands onto his shoulders. "Why don't we both test it out? Explore some parts of the universe together, what do you say?"

[scatterpatter]

I wanted to make a video edit featuring the DLN 1 boyes and then realized I didn't have proper headshots of them so instead spent my night editing them all (plus a bonus Mega!) to be transparent headshots and since i dont have time to actually do any vid editing tonight im sharing this with youse instead XD

[hirazuki]

I've always sympathized with Melkor, even as a kid, but re-reading the Ainulindale in its entirety for the first time since coming to a certain understanding of things as a child of narcissistic parents really makes it hit different.

I really just want to offer him some reading material, a highlighter, a pencil, and more sticky tabs than one should rightly possess.

[commander-yinello]

I regret not trying out wild magic sorcerer before.The random chaos is really fun.

[kindred-spirit-93]

FUCK U ACHILLES U DONT GET TO TALK TO MY SON LIKE THAT.

A CHILD. A CHILD I TELL YOU. also im not over troilus fuck you again.

how the hell was he supposed to know any better when he was taken so young from the arms of his mother and forced into war that hardens the hearts of grown ass men, let alone a child who had no business being part of one, and all under the pretence of being the son of the godlike warrior he never knew, who was immortalised for his actions on the battlefield and little if anything else.

what else was he going to learn beside bloodlust and securing victory at any cost? how else was he going to see the father he never met as anything but the merciless soldier who dragged the body of his enemy (who didnt deserve that at all) around the city for days and not want to walk in his footsteps, bc thats what he was celebrated for

of course he was going to be proud of his actions thats what he was taught, thats what got him positive attention form his (adult) peers. he learnt to associate a higher death toll with appreciation, which is so sick and twisted. maybe if you stuck around more hedve learned there was more to you (and life) than murder & violence. this is kinda very on you my guy. you dont get to criticise the parenting u werent a part of.

--

last note; even if u were a present father and did your bit in raising him and was all all around a good parent, this is stil not how you approach the subject. you dont blame a child and reproach them harshly, and definately not in the way you would a mature adult who would know better.

sandwich it at least; tell him youre proud of him for being a good kid and taking care of his mother, that he has many good qualities and had a good life ahead of him, be honest with him about what kind of things he mustve heard about him after his death and set the record straight, then gently explain what you find wrong in his actions and why. understand that there was so much out of his power, make peace with him and forgive him he was a child shoved into a mans armour and expected to fill the role he was much too young and innocent for. that he never should have been forced into that role and that it wasnt his fault things played out the way they did.

*combusts*

Achilles being honest

[turnin9pag3]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the ask box for the last 10 people who interacted with one of your posts<3

1. pierce the veil (or rlly any music)

2. my friends

3. my silly little jegulus fics

4. talking (im a cronic yapper)

5. FOOD BRO IM A FAT ASS

[countlessrealities]

Send 🌿 to accidentally get caught under the mistletoe with my muse || No longer accepting.

@mcltiples sent: 🌿 { Your Weird Rick from Rick V-79 }

While decorating the living room for their little Christmas time, Rick had made sure to check off the list all the clichéd he had found online. In movies and TV shows, the brighter and more stuffed with frills a house was, the more it was considered festive, and he had been aiming to reproduce that effect, and then some more.

He had gotten a bit of everything: stars, comets, pine cones, a tons of different baubles, small adornments shaped like gifts, Christmas trees and Santa-related objects, Christmas stockings, candles. Then meters of string lights of different shapes and colours, garlands and wreath, holly and poinsettia. And, of course, among the other greeneries, mistletoe, since it was one of the classics...even if he had completely forgotten the particular tradition linked to it.

His research on the festivity had been superficial, aimed to recreate the appearances without truly digging into the deeper meanings. He couldn't have cared less about those. This was all a fun game for him, a little show to put on for his personal enjoyment and nothing else.

Though, when he bumped into his alternate underneath one of mistletoe bundles later that afternoon and found himself being stared at expectantly, he did wonder if, perhaps, it would have been best to look a little more into the symbols he had spread all over the room.

Bright blue eyes bounced between the plant and the other man a few times, as a crease formed between his brows. There was something itching in the back of his mind, telling him that he should know what this was all about, but it still took him several seconds to retrieve that piece of information.

Oh. Oh. He had brought this upon himself, hadn't he? So, all he could do now was to go along with it and play it cool.

"Naughty, naughty kitten. Look at you, ambushing me! So shameless," he teased, acting as if it hadn't just taken him an embarrassingly long time to put the pieces together. And, of course, he was going to blame it all on his companion. "And so greedy. That's not very Christmas-y of you, is it?"

He flashed a sly smirk at his alternate, but he took a step closer, leaving just an inch between their bodies. One of his hands came to cup the side of his alternate's face, firmly but also almost affectionately.

"But since you've been so good today and gotten me such a nice present, I'll indulge in your antics.~"

With that, he leant in, as to bring their mouths together, but at the last moment he stuck his tongue out instead, running it all over the other's lips. Like a cat or a dog giving their friend an affectionate lick.

"Now, run along, my pet. We still have plenty of movies to go through!"

[theonepiecebrainrotisreal]

WHUAWHAWHYURAHWUHAUHAHAHHAH HWAHUWHAHHAHAFHAFHSADHFSAFDSFSAFDSFAUHSFHAFHAHUFHUASJG MUAHHAHAHHFH AHFAHAHHUHAH

Water is Thicker Than Blood Chapter 65

Those big dumb teeth on full display :)

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Took some extra time on this chapter, im really happy with it.

Im uncertain of what the uploading schedule will be like for the next couple weeks, but hopefully I’ll get a really good one out on my birthday!

[mcltiples]

@countlessrealities sent; Rick slowly tiptoed his way closer and closer to his target, careful to stay out of his target's field of view. E-Rick was currently sitting on a bench, on the side of one of the Citadel's green spaces, sipping a drink out of a paper mug.

The black market dealer had waited that exact moment because he knew that the other would be around shopping for that beautiful, spoilt pest that was his cat.

He could have approached him like a normal person and handed him the present he was carrying with. Or he could have left it in his office or at his apartment, as any other slightly deranged people. However, as SR loved to remind him, he wasn't a normal person, nor he was just slightly deranged, thus why he had chosen to stalk E-Rick around instead, waiting for a moment he could catch him completely off guard.

And so he did. Quick and quiet like a shadow he made his way toward the bench, inching closer and closer until he was standing behind his alternate. Only then he slapped his palm down, hard, over the edge of the seatback, before easily climbing over it to sit down in the free spot that had been left.

"D-Damn, look at this gorgeous sight for my sore eyes," he hummed in place of a greeting, resting his arm on top of the bench, behind E-Rick's shoulders. "I-I'd be a fuckin' ungrateful ass i-if I didn't reward you for that, wouldn't I?"

With a wink, he fished out of his pocket a small small metallic cube, waving it a little before placing it in the other's palm.

"T-That baby is one of the hottest items on the black market these holidays...b-but you didn't hear it from me."

His lips curled in a sly smirk. He knew that E-Rick would have, at most, scolded him for gifting him illegal merchandise, but nothing more.

"I-It's a portable music library. An-And it's specifically made to pick up Christmas-themed punk songs...o-or whatever alien equivalent of it t-they might have in the area you're travelling in. T-There's still plenty of free space inside it, b-but...let's say that I made sure to take it on a long trip, t-to get you the best samples I could find."

[[ AR for E-Rick :3 ]]

Christmas shopping was going so well for Rick that he deserved a nice sit down on the bench. Just to relax from all of the holiday shopping that he did. Which wasn't much because he only knew a handful of people, but it was still stressful. Especially since a few of the people he knew could be very picky.

Sipping on some water, he only felt the peace that came with being alone. That is until a hand slapped down, making him jump in his spot.

All of the panic of his peace being ruined finally calmed once he realized it was AR who now sat next to him. His facial expression shifted from wide frantic eyes to a softened gaze that only appeared to be lovestruck.

The greeting only made him giggle and sit closer. Forgetting everything else that wasn't him. Nothing else mattered. It was just the two of them.

Though when the metallic cube was presented to him, he couldn't help to widen his eyes in excitement.

"Really? Y-You got this for me?" He couldn't believe it. It'd been so long since someone went out of their way to give him something this thoughtful. At least someone who wasn't just a friend. "I-I don't know what to say,"

And it's not like he needed to. As he reached over to steal a light kiss upon those lips in front of him, easing it into an even deeper kiss that involved his tongue pushing through into that warm mouth.

Only for a split second he stopped. Just to say: "M-Merry Christmas." Before he continued kissing his alternate, enjoying the close contact.

[chronicallyqueercoining2]

"We need more mental health acceptance and awareness!" Y'all still call ppl with cluster b disorders evil 💀

"We need more weird people!" Y'all COMBUST when someone is xenic 💀

"Healthy coping mechanisms are important!" When someone age regresses, you call them creepy 😭

"More people need to be proud of who they are!" When you see a furry, you cry 😭

(U should totes follow me if ur a supporter of these so I can b on the good side of tumblr XD /nf!)

[askfordoodles]

Malcolm, you lil' shit (affectionate) 🤣

Dev Malcolm: "I don't think y'all Emmrich Enjoyers are fully prepared for Sylvia's work. There's one particular scene she wrote I've seen literally dozens of times working on Emmrich missions and it gives me chills every. Single. Time." [source] San De Tiger: "I think I am mostly hype to see how all of the Emmrich thirstposting evolves once the general public is allowed to get their hands on the story. Some of the shit I've seen already is absolutely unhinged." Dev Malcolm: "*distant cackling*" [source]