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Vaggie: "Okay ha ha, very funny. Who stole me and Charlie's laundry out of the dryer again- Angel Dust!"
Angel Dust: "Wasn' me."
Vaggie: "Are you wearing my fucking skirt!?"
Angel Dust: "Ooooh~ it's a FUCKIN' skirt, huh? This one kept special for when Charlie jumps ya?"
Vaggie: "Que te la pique un pollo- NO."
Angel Dust: "Aw c'mon toots, we all know you have one~"
Vaggie: "Give me back. My skirt. You. Ass."
Angel Dust: "Speakin' of... is it really still YOUR skirt, Vagina, if MY ass is the one lookin' so utterly fine and fabulous in it?"
Vaggie: "YOU DONT HAVE AN ASS, ANGEL DUST."
Angel Dust: "Yeah? Then what's this beautiful thang here, hmm?"
Vaggie: "I don't know because there's nothing there for you to even POINT at, twig twink!"
Husk: "HA!"
Angel Dust: "Ugh fiiine. Since you're being nice an' usin' my preferred pronouns-"
Vaggie: "Twig???"
Husk: "Twink."
Angel Dust: "-I'll hand over the girlfriend-fucking skirt. The delicius heat from the dryer's mostly gone now anyway. Jus' lemme grab something to throw on over it first..."
Vaggie: "Seriously? THAT'S why you took it?? Dryer heat?"
Angel Dust: "Next best thing to hot bath at the end of a day's hard work, baby! A day's VERY hard, throbbing, aching work-"
Vaggie: "I will throw this spear at you. I WILL ruin your stupid hair."
Husk: "Fucking do it."
Vaggie: "YOU shut up too. You're the one who taught him this in the first place, aren't you?"
Husk: "WHAT? I don't put on your fucking skirts!"
Angel Dust: "Wha' about her non-fucking ones?"
Husk & Vaggie: "Shut up."
Angel Dust: "Touché~ Protestin' too much, me thinks~”
Vaggie: "Husk- we all know you're the one waiting for the dryer to finish so you can drag the laundry onto the floor and sleep on it!"
Husk: "That's bullshit- you've got no proof-"
Angel Dust: "Cat hair, Mr. Whiskers."
Husk: "The fucking hotel has a cat!"
Vaggie: "That smells like a bar and also sheds feathers?"
Husk: "FUCK."
Angel Dust: "Don't break yourself up over it, kitten daddy- If you hadn't shown me the joys of laundry shopping, I'd never have known how GOOD I look in this jacket."
Vaggie: "???? You- IS THAT CHARLIE'S!?!?"
Angel Dust: "Goes good with the skirt, huh? If you two had a kid, they'd fucking SLAY."
Vaggie: "WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU WEARING HER JACKET"
Angel Dust: "Look- she's the only one in this fancy prancy hotel that's got the same measurements as me, at least in the shoulder, hips, and torso department! The only one who's clothes don't smell like dead deer and dusty old radios, anyway!! I'm kinda low on options here, okay?"
Vaggie: "WHAT ABOUT THE OPTION OF DON'T StEAL OUR STUFF?? THAT'S LIKE, THE EASIEST FUCKING OPTION YOU COULD HAVE!"
Angel Dust: "Orrrrr, you two could adopt me as you gay lovechild and give me some fuckin' hand me downs. Or money."
Vaggie: “OUR WHAT!?”
Angel Dust: “Fuck it, give me money an’ I’ll buy my own clothes, mom.”
Vaggie: “I. Am. NOT-”
Charlie: “-hey guys! Has anyone seen my….”
Charlie: “…uh, Vaggie? Why is Angel Dust dressed like our gay lovechild?”
Angel Dust: “HA!”
Charlie: “And did he just call you ‘mom??’”
Vaggie: “I give up. Anyone needs me, I’ll be in the laundry room, shoving myself in the dryer on the hellfire setting.”
Husk: “You’ll have to fucking drag Niffty out first.”
Vaggie: “What.”
Charlie: “What?”
Angel Dust: “WHAT”
Husk: “She was crawling in head first when I left after waking up- uhh- after getting something.”
Angel Dust: (shrieking) “AN’ YOU LEFT HER THERE???”
Vaggie: “Oh shit-”
Charlie: “Vaggie- go! Fly!! Go go go now Now NOW- EMPLOYEE IN THE INDUSTRIAL CLEANING EQUIPMENT THIS IS NOT A DRILL!!!!”
- meanwhile, in the laundry room-
THUMP THUMP THUMP
THUMP…. Thump………… thump
Alastor: “…”
Alastor: (reaches over to knock on dryer door)  
Alastor: “Having fun, dear?”
Niffty: (flopping limply half out of dryer) (battered) (scorched) (GRINNING) “Ow pain!”
Alastor: “Quite.”
Niffty: “Heheheh… heHEHEHEH.”
Niffty: (sets the dryer to max again) “More…. PAIN!!!” (shuts door from the inside) (grins from other side with her face pressed against the glass)
Alastor: “Fascinating.”
Thump…Thump. Thump. THUMP THUMPTHUMP-
Cherri Bomb: “…”
Cherri Bomb: “…Know what? You kids have fun. I’m just gonna go, like, break into someone’s house and murder them so I can use their washer and dryer. That’ll be less fucked up than….. whatever this is.” (hefts basket of bloody laundry and bombs) (waves over her shoulder while leaving) “Bye~”
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warpsmith · 9 months
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Planet of the Bass feat. some of the Primarchs
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moderndaypandora · 1 year
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I love every "Death set Dream up with Hob on purpose" headcanon, and I love "actually I was planning to throw Chaucer at you but I can wing it pretty damn well and, once I heard Hob call me stupid, I knew, yeah that's going to be Dream's boyfriend". It takes a village (or an older sister) to get Dream a boyfriend.
Now, I'm picturing the entire Endless family blindsided when Dream comes to a family dinner like "I GOT MARRIED! LIKE TWO MINUTES AFTER THE LAST DINNER--" "That was a literal century ago?!"
 "-- YEAH. WE'RE DOING A VOW RENEWAL."
Not a single sibling clocked this. Not even Destiny.
Destiny, out loud: it was an unlikely path in my book, so I didn't give it much attention 
Destiny, in his head: honestly I started speed-reading/skimming through Dream's love life paragraphs because watching him crash and burn and cause massive body counts just seemed so... repetitive and predictable?
Death: knowing our brother, I was carefully managing my expectations and was just glad he was still doing the century meetups last time I'd checked. Good for him, managing to stay with somebody for a century, that outstrips his last relationship by ... like 7 decades.  Kind of offended I wasn't invited to this wedding, kind of not planning to say anything?
Desire: At this point, I stick my fingers in my ears and go "lalalalalala" whenever I hear anything about Dream and want, either him wanting or somebody wanting him, because Death said I had to stop making fun of him for how disproportionate his Yearn to Act Ratio was, and any ammunition I can't use is just ... irritating. I figured if anything really changed, my twin would tell me about his descent into misery.
Despair: He was less miserable, but I assumed it was a fluke and he'd return to his normal equilibrium eventually. And it's not like my twin let me know he'd managed to successfully want AND obtain something?
Destruction is Sir Not Appearing In This Picture.
And Delirium had more important things to think about than her brother's sad love life, like would flying fish fired out of confetti cannons be considered birds until they landed?
Meanwhile all denizens of the Dreaming are never not aware that Dream is happily married, because the weather has been perfect for years and the throne room stained glass is some variation of Hob and Dream being lovey-dovey.
Lucienne: If I see them necking in the stacks ever again I will be forced to take action, and Lord Morpheus is aware of that fact, but we haven’t had a library flood in 103 years, so overall we’re pleased.
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ceephorsshitshow · 8 months
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Being a recovered-corrupted means being prone to creature moments at times.
A bonus Vonvon working the laser light
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duckbunny · 1 month
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fighter... mage... rogue... that's the makings of a pretty good d&d party, but what would Maia spec into?
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pink-onyx-au · 1 year
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We interrupt this mental breakdown for a special announcement!
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THANK YOU! Every one of you brings joy to my day. I am so happy to have this many people along for the ride with me.
As a note, this AU blog is interactive, so feel free to leave a note or things, even little comments, and characters can answer in real-time. Mental breakdowns willing. Your things left by the den may even make it into the comic!
Out of character/storyboards/doodles/memes/shitposts about the AU are available @ceephorsshitshow
Search or follow the "pink onyx au" tag to filter! Because I never thought this AU would have more followers than my meme blog. The mind boggles.
Thank you! We love you!
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pianokantzart · 1 year
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*holds* (unaffectionate)
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shiiko529 · 8 months
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empty is open + empty is shut = lots of sparkles
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starfirefallen · 1 month
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NEED HELP SETTLING A DEBATE
(not serious)
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theroundbartable · 1 year
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Gwaine: be gay, do crime
Arthur: no
Gwaine: I said: BE GAY, DO CRIME!!!
Arthur: Gwaine, you are a knight of Camelot, you must abide by the rules!
Merlin: be gay, do crime!
Arthur: ... Guys, you really need to stop. I literally AM the law. How the f*** can I do crime?
Gwen: Be gay, do criminals.
Arthur: ...
Merlin: ...
Gwaine: ... Hey, arthur, did you know that Merlin is a sorcerer?
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warpsmith · 8 months
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I feel like trans khorne flag is something this site needs
(free to use how you see fit)
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toastlogic · 1 year
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THIS IS A CERTIFIED "Aargh!" MOMENT! REBLOG TO TOTALLY "Aargh!" YOUR FRIENDS!
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ceephorsshitshow · 8 months
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Babysitting
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aamaranthiine · 23 days
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( @herztakt / a reply from here. )
She looks mighty pleased with herself, thoroughly entertained by the simple gestures being passed around. And a little twinge of her healing ability never hurt anyone either! "I think it is just for today, a holiday for mischief and harmless fun." The zoan leans on Law, "Fair game to boop me back."
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pink-onyx-au · 1 year
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Is Steven okay!!!
Making me wanna post a bonus page today.
Bonus page maybe? Or slow burn til tomorrow.
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houserosaire · 7 months
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Prompt #28: Blunt
“He is like a poorly maintained sword.” Silvaineaux said with a small smile at Honore. “Not very sharp.”
Despite himself Honore chuckled. “That’s not very nice of you.” He chided. “It is very forthright, though.”
“Blunt. You might even say.” Silvaineaux said, grinning despite himself. “Like the sword. Or his wits.”
“Silvaineaux, be nice.” Honore’s scolding was somewhat spoiled by his laughter. “How come you’re  not  this clever when people try to talk to you at parties?” 
“It’s fine. Viper can’t hear me and you would never tell him what I just said.”
“Well, no, because I don’t want to hurt his feelings. And it’s not true. He really isn’t stupid. He’s just…”
“Not very clever.” Silvaineaux said. “But you’re right. He isn’t really stupid and it wasn’t kind. And I can’t be clever like this at parties because they are not talking to me about people I know. And because I know they would take me seriously. You understand that I am joking.”
“So sometimes you just need someone not to take you too seriously. Is that it?”
“Perhaps. I need them to take me just seriously enough.”
“Ahhh, I can see how that might be a hard quantity for some people to sort out. Considering how seriously you take yourself.” Honore elbowed him in the ribs to show he was teasing.
Despite himself Silvaineaux laughed. “Now who is being blunt?”
“Not me.” Honore said. “I am sharp. Like a rapier.”
“You are.”  Silvaineaux said, groaning and shoving himself up off the ballroom floor. “Speaking of… Another bout?”
@thedarknesssings for mention of poor maligned Viper.
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