Hey, something interesting just happened to me. After a few months of not playing Undertale I did a true reset to start a new Pacifist run, and when I faced Undyne I got the "you told Undyne you just want to be friends/she remembers someone" flavor text. Which is weird because I thought this one only appeared with an Undyne hangout in a previous run and then doing a normal reset. Then again, she killed me once and the text only appeared after the reload...
After some testing and delving into the code, I have found that this flavor text is dependent on a variable that changes during the battle. It is not dependent on having befriended Undyne in a previous run!
In the pacifist neutral route, Frisk can hang out with Undyne after their battle. While they are drinking tea, Undyne tells Frisk how Papyrus “is too innocent and nice” to send to battle, considering how Papyrus befriended Frisk instead of capturing them. This makes it very likely that Undyne thought about Papyrus during the battle when Frisk chose to say they “want to be friends.”
Hello! I just thought you ought to know that an Instagram user heavydirtysuguru is copying your kugushiba art but changing shibayama's hair colour to make him look like an oc and then claiming the work as their own? Like it's not just a reference it's full on copying? I don't know I just thought you ought to be aware sorry...
pretty sure there'll be a "omg you're not dead i'm so sorry we had a fight" reunion kiss in 2x10 but who knows maybe they'll cut it out so jace can hook up with random chick #2 or cl/mon to make out (not salty what are you talking about)
Bwahahahaa. Why is this so funny??? lmao
(Agreed on your first part tho. Please make this happen! Sigh.)
Hi! Just here to say I REALLY like your Muslimah miraculous holders design. I need to ask tho, where did you get the idea to draw them as Muslimah's tho? (PS: Coincidentally, I posted a design for Muslimah Cosplayers who wants to cosplay as Ladybug and Chat Noir on my DA a few months ago)
Ruby lay with her head resting on Weiss’ chest, her partner and girlfriend working her fingers through the tangled knots of Ruby’s hair. These moments were what Ruby lived for nowadays, the quiet stillness of the pre-dawn hours when she and Weiss were the only ones awake. Getting to share this time alone together almost made the nightmares that jarred both of them awake every night worth it. Sometimes they whispered quietly, reminiscing about Beacon or chatting about small, unimportant things; sometimes they just sat in silence and enjoyed each others’ company.
Tonight fell into the latter category. Ruby had woken up a few minutes earlier, shaking and afraid from her dreams to find Weiss already awake and waiting as she always was. She hadn’t said a word, had simply gestured for Ruby to come closer, leading her to her current position. The silence between them was comfortable and Ruby let the world outside of Weiss’ arms melt away.
“You talk in your sleep, you know,” Weiss said suddenly.
Ruby looked up at her, confused. “I do?”
“It took me forever to get used to at Beacon. Some nights I wanted nothing more than to smother you with a pillow.”
“I’m sorry,” Ruby mumbled, feeling heat creep into her face. “That must’ve sucked.”
Weiss chuckled. “You know, sometimes I enjoyed knowing what you were dreaming about.”
Ruby grinned. Hearing Weiss talk about their relationship at Beacon never failed to be absolutely adorable “Hoping to hear your name?”
Weiss nudged her playfully. “Shut up, dolt.” Then, after a pause, “You used to talk to Summer a lot in your dreams.”
Ruby nodded silently. Her thoughts had a habit of turning to Summer at night, thinking about what she would say about whatever particular problem Ruby was struggling with at the moment.
“Tonight you were crying. You didn’t say anything, you just…cried.” Weiss continued. Ruby stiffened as she thought about the darker places sleep had taken her lately. “Do you…do you wish to talk about it?”
Ruby realized suddenly that she did, even though it would shatter the fragile sense of peace they had created. She wanted nothing more than to spill her heart out to the girl who held her. “I dreamed I was home, in Patch,” she began, hesitantly. :”Except our house wasn’t there, there were just ashes and somehow I just knew everyone was dead. Dad, Yang, Blake, you. And I just sat there as it sunk in that I was going to be alone for the rest of my life.” Describing it, Ruby felt numb. She didn’t cry, she didn’t waver, she just felt cold and empty. Was that worse? Maybe. She was too tired to care.
Weiss’ grip tightened around her “Ruby, that sounds just awful. I’m so, terribly sorry.”
Ruby sat up, twisting so that she was facing Weiss before kissing her softly. Warmth and love flooded in to drive off the hollowness inside her chest. “It’s okay. They’re just dreams, Weiss, and I don’t want to think about them. I want to think about you.” She planted another quick peck on Weiss’s nose before settling back down against her shoulder.
Silence fell again, but it wasn’t the same as before. The real world had crept back in. “What are your nightmares about?” Ruby finally asked.
Weiss was quiet for so long that Ruby thought she had fallen asleep, but finally she spoke. “They used to be about my father’s mansion. I’d find myself back there and realize this had all been a dream, or he’d found me and dragged me back there. But now…” she trailed off.
Weiss’ reply was barely audible. “My nightmares are usually about losing you.”
Ruby snuggled closer to Weiss, hoping it would comfort her. “You aren’t gonna lose me. I’m right here.”
“I have watched you die every night in a hundred different ways. Waking up and getting to hold you like this feels like a miracle,” Weiss murmured, burying her face in Ruby’s hair.
“Oum, imagine your past self looking at us now.” Ruby tried to lighten the mood, desperately wanting to move on from all the talk of dying and gloom.
Weiss giggled in a very un-Schee-like way. “I would have thought we’d both gone mad. I think you would have been even more disgusted.”
Ruby snorted. “Are you kidding? I had a massive crush on you ever since the moment you saved me from that nevermore.”
“And what about now?” Weiss’ voice was low and full of amusement. “Am I still your crush?”
“Nope.” Ruby turned to face Weiss, grinning. “Weiss Schnee, you are the love of my life.”
Ah, now this is a topic I’ve been lucky enough to discuss with
some dear mutuals over the years, so let me see if I can do an answer justice.
course, we can never know the
man, not truly; that is only for the very lucky few that are a part of his
life, his world. But there is so much we can deduce of him, based upon
his work, his words, his public deeds and behavior.
you look at his work alone, you see incredible natural talent that he has
refined through dedication & physical and mental discipline; you see a love
of the written & spoken word; and most especially you see a keen &
compassionate understanding of the human condition–for how else could he bring
such breathtaking truth to all of his characters? Even the wicked ones,
like Khan & Richard III–he makes us feel that even they have
reasons for the things they do, often rooted in emotional/psychological pain.
Though the evil they do is no less evil, we can sympathize to some degree,
with what brought them to that place. In
my lifetime I have seen no player more truly & more lovingly—in
Shakespeare’s words—hold the mirror up to nature.
interviews & public appearances, you find a humble, self-effacing man, a bright
wit, & sense of humor generous enough to make himself as likely a target of
jesting as anyone or anything else. He
values home, hearth, family, the environment, although he could easily give
over to hedonism on his bank account.
How many times do we see him wearing the same clothes, carrying that
same blue water bottle on set, even brown bagging his lunches at times?Choices, I’m sure, that reflect his commitment to simplicity and to reduce his carbon footprint.
Benedict’s charitable works have been well-recorded on this site, so I’m
not going to research it, but when I run across a post about it, I’ll be sure
to reblog for info’s sake.
won’t speak at length about his personal relationships, except to say that’s a
man who loves his wife thoroughly. It would frankly break my heart to learn he
had the same feet of clay of so many other public figures & celebrities in
this regard—what I see tells me he and Sophie have the real thing. And that he
guards his little family’s privacy so jealously is further testament to that.
short, (though this runs long) I trust my eyes & ears, and they tell me to
trust in the public image that is clearly on view. I see a man who gives as much positive energy
to the world as he can, and embraces life with complete joie devivre. And as I believe in the human soul, I see a
most spectacular one that shines luminously, not only enhancing his unique
physical beauty, but reminding me that true good is possible in a world that is
often quite selfish & mean.
could probably go on with dozens of more examples, but let me just finish with
one of my favorite photos of him, which for me reflects (I hope) a bit of what
I’ve written here.
Thank you for your ask–it was a delight to answer! ❤❤❤
I just read your story and it's amazing!! 💗And I was just wondering if you could do a scene where Louis wants to be the big spoon for once? (Like a little ficlit?)
“Really?” Harry asks disbelievingly, one eyebrow raised. He leans back against the headboard, folding one of his arms behind his head just for the way Louis’ eyes dart to his biceps for a millisecond. “Really?”
can you do a vernon headcanon on how he would be as a dad if that makes sense idek
parent!Vernoni was about to write daddy!Vernon and i was like sHIT NOPE
vernon’s going to be the cutest!! dad!!! eva!!
the first time he’s probably going to take all your baby books and binge read them on the couch whenever he’s home from work, with a glass of white wine in a a whiskey tumbler in his spongebob pajama pants
second trimester in he has subconsciously monitored the baby’s sleeping and playtime habits so regardless of whether he’s in public or private, he’ll press his ear to your belly at the right moment on sched:
“bABE it’s kicking IT’S KICKING THEY HAS NOTICED ME”
“vernon shut up we’re in a goddamn mcdonalds pls control”
if it’s a boy he’ll call him “lil vernie” until the day comes
regardless of the gender vernon’s going to love his baby anyway BECAUSE IT’S A BABY and it’s HIS how cute is it #proudpapa
whenever he has time to play with the baby
you best believe
he’s going to carry his baby to the high heavens in his arms, bring them up to the sky and pretend he’s rafiki from da lion king
“NAAAAAFJDLFJLDYAAA IT’S THE CIRCLE OF LIFEEEEEE”
will get him and his baby matching snapbacks, sneakers and baseball caps imagine vernon rollin up with the stroller in matchin ray bans
and will make sure his baby knows english and rapping
vernon loves tummy time, especially because he and the baby can lay around all day in that super duper comfy quilt godfather seungkwan got
IMAGINE him snuggling with his lil giggly baby on the living room floor!! with his nose tucked in between his baby’s squishy cheeks and his smile is so big and beautiful like “wow this baby is ours and i love them with all my heart so this is how it feels like to love unconditionally”