sushiwuuu

u see imn satan

[cuddleshock]

⚠️ MLP SEASON 9 SPOILERS AHEAD [UPDATED WITH IMAGES] ⚠️

I just watched the last 5 episodes of My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. I don’t speak Dutch, but I could piece together enough of the important parts to understand and follow what was happening. That last episode had so many things I’d predicted and hoped for. My heart is so, so full.

CheesePie and Fluttercord are canon.

Pinkie and Cheese have a child.

Boneless 6.

Gummy is huge.

The Cake Twins, the CMC, and all their classmates are fully grown.

The CMC are now teachers at the School of Friendship.

Kirin now populate more of Equestria than before; just like most of the other creatures.

Fluttershy moved in with Discord, in his dimension.

Applejack wears Granny Smith’s neckerchief.

Big Macintosh and Sugar Belle are married, live at Sweet Apple Acres together and have a foal.

Rainbow Dash is Captain of the Wonderbolts.

The Young Six are all grown up and still friends.

Yona and Sandbar come out of Carousel boutique together, but relationship is ambiguous from the few seconds they’re on screen together.

Starlight Glimmer, Sunburst and Trixie are all seen still running the school.

[Starburst/Sunlight may be canon but is ambiguous in the same way as Yona and Sandbar.]

Fluttershy cares for animals in both dimensions.

Lyra and Bon Bon are still as close as ever.

Gordon Ramsay.

Every creature turned up for the coronation.

The Princesses combined their crowns to make Twilight’s.

We’re all very proud.

Rarity has grey streaks in her hair.

Gallus is Twilight’s royal guard.

This is what the Throne Room interior looks like now.

New stained glass windows to commemorate the Mane Six′s hard work. [And apparently something revolving around Flurry Heart.]

Spike has grown and is no longer cute.

Twilight and Spike reside in Canterlot Castle together.

Twilight has Celestia’s body shape, size and ethereal mane.

Every creature can be seen in “The Ending of the End - Part 2” - griffons, dragons, yaks, hippogriffs, changelings. Tempest Shadow and Queen Novo are even there. In the ultimate battle against the powered-up trio of mad villains, every creature came to Equestria’s defence.

Twilight told the villains about the Pillars, the Mane Six, and the Young Six - explaining how they all are the Elements of Harmony, and don’t need the gems to wield their magic.

Pinkzilla happens when she touches Grogar’s bell.

Grogar Discord suggests…

…the classic stone treatment.

In the final song, even Sunset Shimmer’s pony form can be seen behind Twilight. They really didn’t forget anyone.

The final sunset on our beloved heroes.

And now we’re back where we started.

It’s not a happy ending. It’s a happy new beginning.

There might be more details I forgot or didn’t see on my first watch through, but I need to watch those last three episodes several more times. My mind is absolutely blown and yes, I wept.

[sushiwooshy]

OH MY GOD I CRIED😭😭😭💞💞💞

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ineffable husbands - 21 and/or 22. just fucking rip my heart out.

20. “I’ll die without you.”21. “I never loved you.”A/N: Don’t worry! It’s a happy ending! ***

“Don’t you understand?” Aziraphale was saying, a sardonic smile on his perfect pink lips.

Crowley shook his head, confused.

“I never loved you.”

The ground beneath Crowley’s feet seemed to shift, and he blinked to clear his vision.

“What?” he whispered more than spoke, unable to formulate any other response.”

Aziraphale scoffed, interlacing his fingers primly and looking at Crowley with what seemed like a mixture of pity and disgust.

“How absurd,” Aziraphale said. “The idea that a Holy Angel of God,” he held his hands up, indicating himself, “could love a creature like you. Worse than love, in any acceptable, angelic sense. But fall in love?! The very phrase is blasphemous.”

He laughed, and it was cold and hateful and sounded nothing like any other laughter Crowley had ever heard come out of Aziraphale in the past. Nothing like the little peels of bubbling laughter that poured out of the angel he knew. This was not the angel he knew. Had he ever really known him?

Crowley bit back tears, holding himself together by a thread.

“Demon,” Aziraphale said, biting. “Hateful, unforgivable thing that you are. I don’t know who in Heaven decided I should be subjected to the last 6000 years of my own personal purgatory sharing this planet with you.”

He stood up straighter, tugging at his waistcoat. “But, at last, my trial is over. Whatever they were hoping to learn is accomplished, and I finally get to go home.”

“Home?” Crowley said, still barely capable of speech.

“Yes,” the angel said, eyes glistening. “Home to Heaven, and away from you. Perhaps they’ll give me a medal for service above and beyond the call of duty.” 

He cringed, as if remembering something particularly foul. “I should have at least earned a commendation just for the disgusting torment of kissing those foul, infernal lips. Ugh, and that serpent tongue. Disgusting.”

Crowley physically recoiled. “Aziraphale…”

The angel flinched, as if he’d been struck. “Don’t! Say that name — ever again. You haven’t the right, cursed one.”

And now it was Crowley’s turn to flinch — he felt like he was back in the burning bookshop, the force of water from a fireman’s hose hitting him full in the chest, knocking him off his feet without warning.

“Angel… please. Why are you doing this?”

“It was always the plan, demon. It was only ineffable to you; were you really so stupid you couldn’t realize it was all too good to be true?”

And with that, he laughed, unfurled his wings, and produced a flaming sword from nowhere.

“Now you die.”

The last thing Crowley saw was holy scorching fire.

He sat bolt upright in bed, a cold sweat running down his back and neck, tears wetting his face.

“What the— bloody Hell… Fuck!” he stammered, throwing off the sheets in a heap.

“Darling?” A soft voice came from the hall. “Everything all right?”

Crowley crumpled into a ball at the sound of Aziraphale’s voice. He was standing in the doorway to Crowley’s bedroom with, of all things, a candle in hand. He was wearing blue and white striped pajamas with a stocking cap, and looked for all the world like a protagonist in an old Dickens novel.

“Oh,” said the angel, coming into the room and setting the light down on a side table. “My dear, whatever is the matter?”

Crowley was openly sobbing into his bedsheets now, more with relief than anything. It was a dream — a dream, only a god blessed nightmare. But it had felt so real. So unbelievably real. He could still hear that hateful, cruel laughter coming out of the mouth of the angel he loved more than anything in all of Creation — on Earth, Above, or Below.

Aziraphale was next to him, crawling back into bed.

“There, there, my dearest. What’s happened?”

He was curling his arms around Crowley, pulling him into a warm, welcoming embrace. This was real. This was everything, Crowley told himself. It wasn’t a trap, it wasn’t a trick. This was his angel who loved him. Who would never, could never harm him. He had to believe that.

His tears dried on the soft fabric of Aziraphale’s night shirt, and he sniffled, willing the hyperventilating sobs in his chest to fade away. There were aspects of inhabiting a corporeal body that could be quite inconvenient. The built-in response to cry when upset was one that Crowley had occasionally found truly intolerable.

Aziraphale was smoothing one hand over Crowley’s hair, the other lying softly on the back of his neck.

“Shhh,” he whispered, resting his cheek on the top of Crowley’s head. “Did you have a bad dream, dear?”

Crowley said nothing at first — then, “Demons don’t dream.”

“True,” said Aziraphale, having now worked his way into a languid, rocking back and forth motion, “but you do, on occasion.”

Crowley closed his eyes, leaning into the angel’s embrace ever closer, hiding his face in Aziraphale’s neck.

“I’ll die without you, you know.” 

He wasn’t sure he’d even said it loud enough for Aziraphale to hear, more of a half-mumbled confession than a real statement.

Aziraphale stopped rocking, leaning back enough to meet Crowley’s eyes. He frowned, then smiled like a holy man looking upon a divine relic. Or rather, like a holy angel, which he was of course.

“And I without you, dearest. But if I have anything to say on the matter, that will never happen.”

Crowley smiled, hesitantly. “I wish I had your confidence.”

“My dear,” Aziraphale said. “After everything we’ve been through — they should live in fear of us, now. Because if they ever decide to test me again, I won’t need a flaming sword to keep the monsters at bay.”

He kissed Crowley softly, guiding him back down onto the bed, and into a sweet, dreamless sleep.

***

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[your-narrator]

I am actually drawing a FULL version of the beautiful Satan we constructed today, but I wanted to start with some edits

@vobomon and the two anons that inspired me, thank you all

[chrissyneko]

Q!

Drew Q today. Practised with shading a bit again. Firealpaca’s watercolour pen is great.

Please DO NOT repost my art anywhere without my permission.

[kyusakuyumenoprotectionsquad]

They are fantastic.

[sushiwooshy]

Hey sushi made a meme

[sushiwooshy]

A slight edit to Crybaby Satan's redesign. Wavier hair, covers half of his face, no pupils, n different eye lashes! Kinda proud of this doodle!

[sushiwooshy]

"O v e r s t i m u l a t i o n"

A Crybaby Satan redesign because we stan a gayfuck bitchboy

[sushiwooshy]

"You're crying too!!"

Sumn reeoh

[circus-blades]

more cat ears y’all with the ADA fellas this time

[hgk477]

A guide to working the night shift

Check it there is going to be a full moon. If there is not, go in as normal. You will be okay.

If there will be a full moon, it is essential to follow this guide.

Get lots of sleep the day before.

Bring a fully charged phone, snacks, and water. Do not bring any flavored drink. The spirits will turn it to water, anyway.

About an hour before work, drive to your nearest Church. Do not walk or take the bus. If you must, ignore anyone who tries to talk to you on the way. They will be spirits trying to learn more about you.

Enter the Church and put some holy water on your hand. This will not do particularly anything, but it is nice to have some reassurance.

If there is an old man in the pews, ask him for his greatest piece of advice. If he ignores you, and he will, ask him again. He will tell you to be careful at work tonight. Make sure to thank him for his time, he will appreciate your manners.

Drive to work. Be a bit early, the spirits will not expect you to be early.

If you know your co-worker(s) well, ask them for gum. If they give you mint, back away slowly and continue working as normal. They are a spirit in disguise. Any other flavor, tell them to leave early. Do not take no for an answer.

If you do not know your co-worker(s) well, do not get too attached. They will be dead before 11pm. Do not feel guilty, there is nothing you can do.

Keep an eye on the clock. Do not walk or talk loudly, it can hear you. Do not wonder about what “it” is, you wouldn’t be able to fathom it anyway.

Once the clock hits 11 pm, the lights will go off. Do not worry, they will go back on soon.

When they come back on, your co-workers will be gone. Do not cry. The spirits will not pity you. There will be 3 customers left. 2 are spirits, one is real. You should help the real customer escape, he will give you something you need. However, you cannot leave with them. It will not allow you to.

Approach the first customer. Ask him if he needs any help. Slowly tap your foot while talking with them. If they cover their ears, apologize. They are a spirit. Spirits hate foot tapping. They will not hurt you, at least for now. Repeat until you find the real customer.

Tell the real customer that Bob sent you. He will know what you mean. He will begin to exit the store with his items in hand, unpaid for. Remind him that he must pay. He will glance at you, then begin walking out again. Do not worry, he will have paid you. You will find out what he gave you soon.

Now, you will be alone with the two spirit customers. Relax for a little bit, the worst is yet to come. Drink your water, but not too much. You don’t know what the spirits could have put in there.

Once the clock hits midnight, the lights will shut off again. Except this time they will not come back on. Leave the register, go to the back of the store. You will see a bottle of water that is upside down. Take it and drink it, for that is not water. You will be able to see better now.

Items from the shelves will begin to fall over. Pick them back up. You are, after all, working the night shift. If items from the fridges begin to fall, the spirits are extra angry. You must have wronged them. I told you to follow the guide exactly. I am sorry. Death is not what you should fear. What will happen to you is much worse than death.

If the fridges stay intact, you are safe for now. Do not talk or yell. Do not bother calling the police. Call your mom. Mother knows best. She will pick up. Although, it will not be your mom. Nevertheless, listen to her. She will tell you how to contact the spirits. I cannot share that information with you.

Use her instructions and contact the spirits. Ask them to spare you. They will say no. That is expected.

Spirits do not spare people willingly. They take trades, however. It is not easy to trade with a spirit. They only accept souls. People are only born with one soul, their own.

Put your hand in your right pocket. You will feel something indescribable. Do not pull it out. It is what the real customer paid you with, a soul. Do not feel bad, he has many.

Contact the spirits using the method from before. If you do not remember how there is nothing you can do. I am sorry. Your fate is sealed.

Tell the spirits you have a trade. Take the soul out of your pocket, and hold it up above your head. You will feel your legs begin to weaken. You will fall to your knees, and eventually you will pass out. You will wake up with the soul gone and the lights back on. Continue working as normal, the spirits have spared you.

Do not speak of this event to anyone, the spirits will not take kindly to that. They will appreciate your silence. Make sure to call your mom and thank her. She will not have any idea what you are talking about, but she will appreciate the gesture.

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A Guide to Keeping your Heart Soft

How to enter your subconscious

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[viterant]

These are so creepy but so good holy shit

[that-was-not-supposed-to-happen]

“Witches were a bit like cats. They didn’t much like one another’s company, but they did like to know where all the other witches were, just in case they needed them." 

Terry Pratchett, "A Hat Full of Sky”

[spacey-3yes]

god does it ache

[retrogamingblog]

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