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#I HAVE CREATED AN ABOMINATION
doodle-ghostt · 1 year
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laundrybiscuits · 1 year
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Eddie’s doing some dumb trick with a couple of wooden spoons, clever hands making them move through the air in improbable ways, and Steve’s about to bite his whisk in half. 
He’d thought for sure that Eddie would be going home the first week; Edward Munson, 29, bartender/musician from Brighton with mismatched tattoos and wild hair, seemed like exactly the kind of pretentious asshole who would flame out early with some ill-advised hipster experimentation. If Steve (28, social worker from Indiana, USA) had been a complete asshole, he’d have said that Eddie didn’t have the fundamentals. That he was all sizzle, no steak. 
It’s a good thing Steve’s not a complete asshole, because Eddie’s been blowing the technicals out of the water so consistently it’s actually pretty fucking embarrassing. His signatures and showstoppers are making a very respectable showing too, except for the time he tried to incorporate some fresh pandan extract and fucked up the liquid ratio, leaving him with a dripping mess that Mary’d declined to even try. 
Afterwards, Steve had seen him leaning against a tree and struggling to light a cigarette. Steve went over for no particular reason, flicking on his lighter and holding it out like a peace offering. Eddie looked at him warily, but bent over the offered flame. 
“Can’t believe I made it through this one,” Eddie said after a moment, white smoke curling out of his mouth.
“Yeah, I feel like that every week.” Steve leaned against the tree next to Eddie. It was a big tree, the kind that’s probably been growing in this field since before England was even England. 
“Nah, but—c’mon, you know what I mean.”
“You had some bad luck with your showstopper. Happens to the best of us, man. Your signature hand pies looked sick as hell.” Steve’s own hand pies had turned out pretty well, so he was feeling generous. It had only been the third week; plenty of time for Steve to snag Star Baker, though even by that point, Steve had been getting the creeping feeling that he was being a little too American about the whole thing. Everyone else seemed to think competitiveness was some kind of deadly sin. It was—actually kind of nice, to get the same kind of nerves he’d always gotten before high school basketball games, but know that he wasn’t really fighting against anyone except himself in the tent.
Anyway, the very next week, Eddie had done some kind of kickass gothic castle with a shiny chocolate dragon and gotten Star Baker for the second time. Steve had clapped him on the back, appropriately manly. Eddie had pulled Steve into a real hug, arms tight around Steve’s shoulders and his whole lean body pressed up close and warm. It had only lasted a moment, and then Eddie had bounded over to Mel and Sue, both of whom he’s been thoroughly charming since the get-go. 
Steve thinks that when this season—or, uh, series—airs, no matter where Eddie places, the entire country is going to be just as charmed. Eddie’s going to get whatever kind of cookbook deal or streaming show he wants. Sponsors will take one look at that handsome face and charismatic grin, and a whole world of possibilities is going to open up for Eddie. 
Steve’s not in it for any of that, of course. He’s here kind of by accident, because Robin pushed him to apply, and it’s a goddamn miracle he’s been holding his own. Hell, it’s a miracle he’s in this country at all. When Robin had started looking at the Cambridge MPhil program in linguistics, she’d said wouldn’t it be great if and he’d snorted, yeah right, like I could ever get whatever job I’d need to move to another freaking country, but then—well. Things had happened the way they’d happened, and now Robin’s almost finished with her degree and Steve is taking time off from the London charity he works at in order to be on Bake Off. 
He’s told all this to the cameras, plus the stuff about how baking started as a way for him to connect with the kids he used to babysit in Indiana, blah blah blah. He thinks it’s probably too boring for them to air, but he gets that they have to try to get a story anyway. 
Eddie Munson, on the other hand, is probably going to be featured in all the series promos. Steve is rabidly curious about what Eddie’s story is, but he hasn’t worked up the nerve to just ask. It should be the easiest thing in the world. They’ve got kind of a camaraderie going, the two of them; a bit of a bromance, as Mel’s put it more than once. 
It’s true they get along pretty well, and the cameras have been picking up on it: on the way Eddie’ll wander over to Steve’s bench like a stray cat whenever they get some downtime, how they wind up horsing around sometimes, working off leftover adrenaline from the frantic rush of caramelization or whatever. There’s the time Eddie had hopped up on a stool to deliver some kind of speech from Macbeth, of all things, and overbalanced right onto Steve, who had barely managed to keep them both from careening into a stand mixer. Sue had patted Eddie on the shoulder and said, “Well, boys, that’ll be going in the episode for sure.”
They both get along with the other contestants just fine, of course, but they’re two guys of about the same age with no wife and kids waiting at home. It’s only natural that they’re gravitating together, becoming something like friends, Steve figures. It’s pretty great that he’s getting at least one real friend out of this whole thing.
It would be even greater if Steve could stop thinking about Eddie’s hands in decidedly non-friendly ways. With all the paperwork he’s signed, he can’t even complain to Robin about how Eddie looks with his sleeves pushed up to show off the tattoos on his forearms, kneading dough and grunting a little under his breath with effort. Steve had almost forgotten to pre-heat his oven that day. 
Two benches away, Eddie fumbles the spoons he’s been juggling with a clatter, and he bursts out laughing, glancing over at Steve like Steve’s in on the joke. Steve grins back, heart twanging painfully in his chest, and thinks: well, fuck. Guess this is happening.
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otiksimr · 3 months
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Rhahuul... truly the best eldritch babysitter in existence.
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They grow up so fast...
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morangoowada · 1 month
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Ishimondo but Vivziepop
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cozycraftzbl · 1 month
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Posting more of this abomination because he’s been taking up way too much of my time💀 and yes, his eyes do pop out of his skull when you squeeze him if you were wondering
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musclesandhammering · 10 months
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I just think if they had to give loki a romance arc, it would’ve been soo much better with someone who wasn’t a variant of him.
And it’s not even bc of the selfcest angle, it’s just.. he has so few people he positively connects to outside of his own circle. Giving him friends and love interests and allies who aren’t just himself from another universe would’ve made more of an impact.
And hey if they had to make it a woman, that would’ve been the perfect opportunity to slyly sprinkle in some actual genderfluid confirmation. Just have whoever the lady is (I vote Lorelei or Amora) be pretending to be a loki variant to throw off the TVA, and when she meets him she could be like “yeah it’s easy, I didn’t even have to change my gender since you guys are women sometimes.”
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rga531 · 5 months
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aeriona · 1 year
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Ok, so normally I tend to keep my wackier AUs to myself (fear of exposing my cringe), but I just gotta share this one.
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I MADE HIM CREATURE IN THE WORST WAY POSSIBLE.
I call this the Eldritch AU. Basically, the big difference from the canon Four Swords manga is that Shadow was made with extremely cursed malicious magic. As a result he is very much Not Hylian (or perhaps even mortal), and can do some really weird terrifying stuff with his body. I’m talking about some lovecraftian body horror shenanigans.
Shadow’s blood and saliva is malice, His wounds regenerate in seconds and he can shapeshift into pretty much any shape he wants. What a perfect combination of powers to give to an emotionally-stunted teenager! Well, i say teenager, but he’s technically only a few months old, being made in the mirror shortly before the manga starts. Mentally and physically he’s a teenager though. Angst.
Fun fact: the “clothes” Shadow is wearing are not real clothes, but are actually a part of his body. They are made of skin, they even bleed when torn. Well, it’s very much fabric-like skin but it’s still extremely unsettling when you think about it. Not much changes in the actual Four Swords story and whatnot, other that Shadow being orders of magnitude more horrifying and far too OP for his own good. Also since there’s Vidow (because i’m trash), theres a bit of a weird dynamic in the beginning when Vio shows up, cause Shadow feels uncomfortable showing off his abilities to him. For a while at least, until they actually talk about it and agree it’s not a big deal.
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imagionary · 8 months
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Some cog manager fusions from today; Money Drain; Spotlighter; Union Steward
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fourphoenixfeathers · 1 month
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I keep making ocs help
This is my little guy <3 they are just. Smol. That's their personality. That's it. /j
They are very mild mannered and quiet, but it's hard to tell if that's how they are or if it's just the Burnout™. Prolly a bit of both. They were engineered to be able to manipulate a lot of small pieces with precision, and they work at a large production facility making... Something. Idk what yet, the world building is still a wip. Definitely something tiny and very intricate. And important enough to be mass produced.
They like to eavesdrop a lot, bc there's not much else to do when you were created for the sole purpose of cheap labor. When they heard rumors about a workers strike... Well, they aren't one for loud and dramatic stands, but they did what they could to help. Invisible nudges with telekinesis when someone needs a distraction, or a warning when an overseer is coming into earshot.
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witchofthemidlands · 3 months
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BAD SISTERS || Chopped Liver
This reads like an incorrect quote but this is, in fact, an actual line from this show in a conversation between the two most serious characters in this series.
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byteofsoup · 2 years
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Here's my sburb strategy. Get ready
- be a space or time player
- get a friend who is the opposite
- prototype the coolest object you have (flamethrower, first guardian, cozy blanket, ect)
- enter the medium
- recieve bodies of dream selves from future self of time player
- prototype said dream selves
- ascend through the gates. Get to the point where you can go god tier
- time player: kill your dream selves and take them back to your past self
- fuse you and your buddy's dreamselfsprites into dreamselfsprite^2
- both die on your quest beds at the same time
- ??????????profit?????
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[ Ooc: I might take a break from tumblr after I finish my dissertation, because I'm mentally exhausted. ]
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tlatia-the-radiant · 3 months
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- @askthecaptiangeneral
I will club you to death with your own fucking femur
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eats-your-soul · 8 months
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I have been sick for a whole week now and my partner has dared me to draw specific One Piece characters in maid outfits and I am on a rampage...
Just deciding whether to post it on here or abandon it to the void...
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somewandomnoob · 6 months
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'inspiration' struck me.
ask for non-compressed image.
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