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leviticus + words
i want it to look like you
GAAAH im way too excited about this now. heres some more art for my Labyrinth AU★
ok I might be a evil person cause MY POOR BABIES
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Huey and Dewey weren't alone when they initially fell into the labyrinth.
For the first week or so, they had Scrooge.
Huey suffered the worst from the fall, resulting in a concussion that never truly had a chance to heal. He becomes easily confused, his balance is unsteady, and every few hours he must pause to rest whether he wants to or not. The longer they are trapped, the more challenging it becomes to distinguish what is real from what his fatigued mind is conjuring.
Dewey refuses to allow silence to settle in.
He talks incessantly—telling stories, cracking jokes, devising increasingly absurd theories about where the rest of the family might have ended up. "Louie's probably at the treasure vault by now," he'd say with a grin. "Webby's likely halfway to becoming queen of the labyrinth."
Scrooge always played along.
The stories were intended to keep Huey alert after his head injury, but they also helped all three of them maintain hope that somewhere out there, the rest of the family was still striving to return home.
Everything shifted when one of the labyrinth's beasts located them.
Scrooge drew it away before either boy could protest, leaving Huey and Dewey alone..
They haven't seen him since.
Since that moment, Dewey hasn't allowed Huey out of his sight. Whenever Huey lingers behind or stops to catch his breath, anxiety sets in. First Scrooge vanished. He can't lose Huey too.
Huey carries his own burden of guilt. He can't shake the thought that if he hadn't been injured, perhaps Scrooge wouldn't have had to sacrifice himself for their chance at escape. Between the concussion, fatigue, and constant pressure, his own thoughts have become nearly as challenging to navigate as the labyrinth itself.
Nevertheless, neither of them is ready to give up.
If their family is still down here somewhere, they'll find them.
My favourite show within a show
let me. innnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn
The tags are everything I know. I am sharing this with every single one to try and spread the word.
NOT MY USUAL JAM, BUT THERE’S AN AWFUL LOT OF YOU CRITTERS FOLLOWING ME THAT SHOULD KNOW THIS
Stay safe out there guys
Naim, looking out the bus window to see Enity-Ryan watching him as they pass by, but choosing to turn back to Ryan and resting his head on his shoulder is so powerful. It's a "Yes, this thing will follow us for the rest of our lives. Yes, I still choose you." AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
naim did not come from a household that was physically affectionate. in the previous places he lived, he was so concerned about making his friends uncomfortable that they never hugged or slept in the same bed either. god forbid changing in front of eachother.
so when he and ryan got together, he really had to get used to the casual touches from ryan. ryan’s love language has always been physical touch, and he finds a lot of comfort through that. he loves having a hand on naim, bringing him comfort and feeding his possessive nature that has only grown since they ran away.
naim likes when ryan touches him like this, but hesitates initiating. he gets in his head saying that he is making ryan uncomfortable or that his draw to feel ryan casually is in some way predatory. one day, while ryan is making them dinner, naim puts a hand on his waist. ryan leans in and kisses him on the head, a seal of approval. naim was more free with his touches after that day.
Not to be a drooling socialist cuck, but if a full day's labour can't purchase three square meals, 24 hour's worth of rent and utilities, a fraction of a month's clothing budget, and a reasonable portion to be saved for when you can no longer comfortably work, what the fuck are we doing shit for
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