That Panel Of Sans Realising Has The Potential To Be A Meme

Two years after I left and the fandoms threatens to drag me back once more.

And I honestly couldn't be happier.

Pretty late (maybe) but it’s 2018, who’s still in the Undertale fandom? Don’t be shy! Reblog if you are! No judgement!!

↓ ꜱᴇʟᴇᴄᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ ↓

𝐀𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐞

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure, Solo Leveling, Black Clover, Castlevania, JuJustu Kaisen, Shingeki no Kyojin (Attack On Titan), One Piece.

𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬

Bendy series, Cookie Run: Kingdom, Mortal Kombat, Mouthwashing, Five Nights at Freddy's, Street Fighter, Sonic The Hedgehog.

𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐬/𝐅𝐢𝐥𝐦𝐬

Justice League Unlimited, Justice League Doom, Aquaman, The Batman '04, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.

Due to being only recently released, the list is heavily subjective to change.

: ̗̀➛ 𝐍𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐓𝐨 𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐰 ⭑.ᐟ

Bendy games used: BATIM, BATDR, Lone Wolf (Boris and the Dark Survival), The Cage (not yet released), Secrets of the Machine (on hold).

Only the anime adapted parts of JJBA shall be used.

Black Clover, Solo Leveling, and One Piece will not have any manga/manhwa spoilers. (I must specify that I have not yet reached episode 100 for BC & OP and won't be for a while, and have finished season 2 of SL)

Only Netflix's adaptation of Castlevania will be used as I have not played/seen the games.

FNaF variants used: 4, Sister Location, FNAF World, Security Breach.

Sonic variants used: Adventure, Lost World, Generations (excluding x shadow), Unleashed, X, Boom (show), Dash, Advance series, films.

Street Fighter variants used: The games (2: special champion edition, the New Challengers, alpha 3 max, 4, V, 6, Canonspike -> purely for Vega) , SF2 film, SF4 film.

TMNT variants used: Tournament Fighters, '03, '12, the films ('14 & '16).

Characters from only mk 1, 2, x Justice League, 9, X, 11, and 1 shall be used. (Mortal Kombat 1 shall be heavily limited due to my personal gripes with it)

Graphics -> pink 1, pink 2

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ʀᴜʟᴇ ʙᴏᴏᴋ.

ᴏᴘᴇɴ ɪᴛ?

➤ ʏᴇꜱ

ɴᴏ

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Penalty: Block without the possibility of an appeal. → specifically problematic people and drama starters.

Exception? Yes. Empty blogs do have a chance at an appeal. Your blog must be "decorated" (have a username, profile pic, and brief description in bio) in order to be appealed.

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Penalty: Block without the possibility of an appeal.

Exception? Yes. You may take inspiration from my work but you must credit me.

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The author also respectfully wishes that one does not enter the "ask box" to warn them of a certain user. They will not read it. It is acknowledged that you are doing this for the author's own good. However, an outsider's quarrels are not of their concern. The author cares simply for all to simply enjoy what is being written with passion. This is a safe space and must be treated as such.

Penalty (both): Block without the possibility of an appeal.

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Penalty: Warning but can result in block without the possibility of an appeal should the behaviour go from demanding to harassing.

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ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛɪɴɢ ʀᴜʟᴇꜱ.

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All of you are saviours

Apparently a lot of people get dialogue punctuation wrong despite having an otherwise solid grasp of grammar, possibly because they’re used to writing essays rather than prose. I don’t wanna be the asshole who complains about writing errors and then doesn’t offer to help, so here are the basics summarized as simply as I could manage on my phone (“dialogue tag” just refers to phrases like “he said,” “she whispered,” “they asked”):

“For most dialogue, use a comma after the sentence and don’t capitalize the next word after the quotation mark,” she said.

“But what if you’re using a question mark rather than a period?” they asked.

“When using a dialogue tag, you never capitalize the word after the quotation mark unless it’s a proper noun!” she snapped.

“When breaking up a single sentence with a dialogue tag,” she said, “use commas.”

“This is a single sentence,” she said. “Now, this is a second stand-alone sentence, so there’s no comma after ‘she said.’”

“There’s no dialogue tag after this sentence, so end it with a period rather than a comma.” She frowned, suddenly concerned that the entire post was as unasked for as it was sanctimonious.

So, I very recently got into One Piece for the third time because of the Donquixote brothers.

However.

The man they call Sir Crocodile has taken over in a mere day, and now, he's all I can think about to the point of wanting to write a VERY self-indulgent fic that is VERY spicy.

Help me.

ATTENTION ALL SOLYGBM FANS.

THE AUTHOR IS BACK.

𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐁𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞

Pairings ➤ Curly × Fem!Reader

Content: Angst, Jimmy, Curly choking down his pills

Synopsis: Keeping him sane from the pain is all that you can do.

WC: 710

Note: I'm rather rusty with the writing. It's been a while.

Graphics -> art by @berryboo, “I'm sorry” divider, ××× divider, red lines divider

“Y/N,” Jimmy calls, snapping the nurse out of her thoughts. “Yes?” she answers, looking up at the man as her body tensed up ever so slightly. Her body is always prepared to punch the man in the face especially since everything seems to get worse now that he's in charge.

“He's making those noises again and Anya was the one who shut him up last time. It's your turn now.”

She still couldn't understand how Curly ever managed to be friends with someone as despicable as Jimmy, how he still even considered him a friend even after the blatant display of envy. She couldn't understand him.

Nevertheless “Right, I'll get to it” she didn't question the man and did as he said. She was in no state or mood to fight, especially knowing that there were more important things to worry about and that she couldn't let Curly suffer a second longer than he already has.

She rushed towards the Med-bay where she was met with a groaning and writhing Curly. The sight made her cringe, her skin crawl, and pity the incapacitated captain.

“Hnggrhhhh...” Curly groaned and whined uncontrollably.

The nurse quickly walked towards the table with the painkillers “Yes, captain. I know,” taking out a bunch of pills before hastily approaching his bed.

Curly looked up at her with his one eye still groaning and writhing, pleading despite his lack of words to make the pain end. She looked down at him with pity. This wasn't the captain Curly she knew.

“Yes, I know. I hear you.”

Unlike Jimmy, she was very gentle with handling Curly. She took the courtesy of slightly seating herself next to him so could lift his head just high enough to be able to swallow his pills somewhat easier.

“Hrnhhgg!” despite his squirming, she was able to keep a firm but gentle hold on the man as he then opened his mouth “I know, captain,” and gave him his pills one by one. What followed next was the agonising noise of Curly struggling to swallow his pills along with the jerking of his body. As much as it killed her to witness the sight, she held on to Curly firmly, assisting him and ensuring that he did not choke his pills.

At the end of the gruelling process, she let out a breath she wasn't aware she held. As she was about to lay Curly back down so she could head out, the unmistakable sound of soft, broken sobs reached her ears. Immediately, her eyes snapped down towards Curly, realising that he was... crying.

She did not know what to do or say but she could understand one thing from this moment: Curly did not want to be alone. Despite the mere twitches he was able to make with his body, she noticed his left arm slightly, ever so slightly reaching out towards her, as if begging her to stay.

His one eye remained trained on her and despite the lack of tears, she knew he was trying to cry and sob uncontrollably... but could not because of the pain. It crushed her, “No need, Curly,” but she gently held him in her arms against her abdomen “I'll stay,” gently and briefly caressing his head as she listened to his sobs. Her eyes teared up at the noise... This was not her once trustworthy and responsible captain, no... he was just a man. A broken man. And that hurt to know.

At that moment, it all began to sink in. The agony Curly is in, the likelihood of remaining in space and never being found, the monster that is Jimmy being in charge of things. What would become of Swansea, Anya, Daisuke? What would become of Curly?

What would become of her?

Tears clouded her already blurry vision as her arms instinctively held Curly closer, though it was to comfort herself more or less. Curly's despair forced her to face the reality that is.

“I'm sorry...” and as her tears cascaded down her cheeks, her hand gently caressing Curly's bandaged face as his eye stared up at her, “I'll stay,” she only could promise him that slight bit of comfort she can provide and wait for their inevitable doom...

“I'll be here.”

If it's one thing I dislike about Wings of Eternity, it's how Golden Cheese half-realised/realised late why Burning Spice is the way he which led up to the mass mischaracterisation within the fandom.

Burning Spice is not evil just because he grew bored. Burning Spice is evil because the process of watching the things he protected be born, live, and die over and over again. He grew tired, depressed, and despaired at the sight of his creations, his children dying while he is cursed with immortality, being forced to watch each and every one of them wither away without being able to do a single thing about it.

I understand why he went mad.

Just... wow.

If you write for him, could I ask for Sir Crocodile who is absolutely WHIPPED for reader? I loveee when he’s portrayed as a hopeless romantic for his partner and it’s even better when reader is the same way towards him ♡ sort of like Mortica and Gomez ^^ (I’m not normal about him I’m sorry LMAOWJDB)

           苦⠀⠀⠀℘𝗈𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗌⠀𝐞⠀⸺⠀𝒮ilenci̲o̲s⠀⠀٫

Pairings. Sir crocodile x fem!reader

summary. Whipped

— (a/n): i am so so super excited for that request, in fact I was waiting for crocodile for so long but got no idea.

⠀⠀   ⠀             ︵‿⭒                     ⠻ ‎❀ ‎⠟  

— He is devoted, not desperate.

Crocodile does not chase love—he does not stumble over himself to prove his worth, nor does he fall into the reckless behaviors of men who do not understand the meaning of control. He is not a man ruled by whims, yet when it comes to you, something inside him changes. He does not worship as poets or fools do; rather, he loves you as a man who fully understands what he owns. His love is deliberate, a silent force that weaves itself into your life without request, without question. He is not a beggar at the altar of your love—he is the altar itself, the ground upon which your love is built. His devotion is not a weakness; it is a law—unspoken, absolute, and completely unbreakable.

— Actions over words.

Crocodile is not a man who speaks in vain, nor does he waste his time on great declarations. Words are cheap. He has been a man of power for a very long time to believe in beautiful phrases and fleeting emotions. What he truly believes in is consistency. A gloved hand touching yours—not by accident, but because he wants to feel your presence. The way he ensures you walk on the safe side of the street, a silent habit that has become part of his nature. He watches over you not because he doubts your strength, but because the idea of something happening to you is not a possibility he can accept. Loyalty is not something he gives easily. But you? You hold his loyalty in a way no one else does, and even if he never says it out loud, you will know. You will always know.

— He indulges you—but only you.

Crocodile has no patience for fools. His subordinates know well not to waste his time, and he rarely engages in unnecessary conversations. But with you? His attention is yours alone. It does not matter if you are talking about something important or simply enjoying the sound of your own voice—he listens. He listens in a way that seems indifferent, reclining with a cigar in hand, occasionally letting out a hum or a low chuckle, but he does not miss a thing. He notices every change in your tone, every glance, every small smile that tugs at your lips. And when you turn to him expecting a reaction, he meets your gaze with that same knowing look—because of course he was listening. He remembers details no one else notices and indulges your whims in ways that are so subtle yet so profound that you do not realize how much he spoils you until you think about it.

— The little things he does to take care of you.

If you fight, your weapons are always in perfect condition—not because you asked, but because he made sure of it. There is no spectacle in the way he takes care of you, no unnecessary words or dramatic displays. He simply does. If you forget to eat, he will not scold or argue with you—he will place a plate in front of you, and he will not take no for an answer. If you are hurt, the entire world stops until it is taken care of. His hands—so accustomed to violence—become incredibly gentle when they touch you, his gloved fingers lifting your chin to examine even the smallest wounds. He does not make a fuss, does not overreact, but the tight set of his jaw says everything. His concern is silent but suffocating, woven into the very fabric of your life.

And if someone was the cause of your pain? That is an entirely different matter.

— His temper is controlled, but his rage is not.

Crocodile is not a man who acts on reckless emotion. He does not explode, does not waste his energy on unnecessary outbursts. His anger is quiet, cold, and patient. One glance from him can freeze a man where he stands, and a slow drag of his cigar is the only sign that he is deciding how to handle the situation. If someone hurts you—physically or emotionally—they will not know the moment they sealed their fate. There will be no warning. No second chances.

— He does not threaten. He does not need to.

Instead, things simply happen. Business partners disappear. “Accidents” occur. A man who dared to speak ill of you suddenly finds himself without allies, his empire crumbling beneath him. Revenge for him is easy, simple, effortless. He does not just remove problems—he erases them from existence as if they were never worth acknowledging in the first place.

And you? You do not even need to ask. By the time you mention the offense, it has already been dealt with.

— When he expresses his affection, it is with purpose.

Crocodile is not a man who wastes words. He does not say things he does not mean, and he certainly does not indulge in flowery phrases. But when he speaks to you, when his words are slow and measured, laced with something meant only for you—they carry weight.

“You are the only one who matters.”

Said in the dead of night, when the world is silent and his walls are at their lowest. His voice is rough, weary, but certain.

“I do not trust easily. You know that.”

A simple sentence, but the meaning behind it is undeniable.

And when he says “I love you”—on the rare occasions he does—it is never empty. Never casual. It is a statement, a fact, as unshakable as the empire he has built.

— He lets you in—truly in.

No one sees him as you do. No one sees past the Warlord, the businessman, the criminal. No one else knows what his silence truly means, what lingers behind those sharp amber eyes when no one else is looking. He is a man who does not trust, a man who has built his entire life on control, on keeping people at a distance.

— But you? You are different.

You see the rare moments when he is unguarded, when his head tilts back, eyes closed, exhaling a long breath as the tension drains from his body. When his hand—always gloved, always composed—finds its way to your waist, gripping just enough to remind himself that you are real. When he allows himself to sleep beside you, something he never does unless he is completely at ease.

To the world, he is untouchable. But to you? He is simply yours.

Dude... what the heck.

There’s a reason why we feel lonely even though we aren’t alone. It’s because loneliness is not about how many friends we have or how many people are in the room with us. It’s a disconnection from others. Being social doesn’t cure loneliness, loneliness comes when there is not a single person close enough to see past the illusion to who we really and what we really feel inside.