Only Chaos

Disabled•They/She•23 🌙Witchy things🌙

[mckitterick]

[rip-quizilla]

[bewitchedcorpse]

I have three days to pack up my entire apartment, do DoorDash to TRY and earn enough to make a cross country trip, get rid of anything that won’t fit in my car AND somehow repair my car????

Needless to say I am wide awake at 4am

[bewitchedcorpse]

Okee I did it def not instead of writing my WIP. This got WAY longer than I intended lmao.

Sylus x MC

Summary:

Sylus loves showering his attention on you, regardless of who is watching. As much as you love the constant love-bombing, you worry his reputation could take a hit with his obvious infatuation.

This, however, is proven to not be a concern. Which he is far too smug about.

~ not beta or proofread so if u see something no u didnt ~

You hadn’t been dating Sylus for all that long. After however-many times he’d made his feelings known, you’d finally realized he meant it.

So now much of your routine was the same, with the added knowledge that he could - and would - show up whenever and wherever if he thought he’d be able to get even a few minutes of your time.

Which he did frequently.

The first few times you’d gone out as a couple, it had been in Linkon. You’d gone to the mall, gone to the claw machine, a few restaurants, anything he could think of squishing into your busy days and his equally busy nights.

And of course, when you were able to, you went to him.

The N109 zone had almost become a second home faster than you even realized it. Sylus was ever the gentleman, and you’d quickly found yourself leaving things in his home, until eventually you realized you had enough at his that visiting for a few days didn’t even require packing a bag.

Sylus, of course, loved this.

He loved seeing you walk around his home completely at ease, perfectly content to remain here with him until work called you back.

He felt no reason to hide how happy this made him.

Which is exactly how this conversation had started.

“Don’t you have a big bad boss reputation to uphold?”

Sylus smirks down at you, amused even as your confused frown grew.

Sylus was clingy. Amazingly so. And he was happy to show it by showering you with anything he could - his time, his money, his anything. He willingly deferred everything to you.

He knew you could handle yourself, he wasn’t worried. So he made no effort to hide how he worshiped you. No matter who was watching.

Your frown shifted into a halfhearted glare, “Sylus.”

“Kitten.”

You huff and roll your eyes, disengaging yourself from his hold and walking away. Leaving him to trail after you, quite happy to follow behind.

The base was quiet for the moment, the twins out taking care of some business or another, mephiso resting somewhere out of earshot. You walked towards the kitchen, not really hungry but needing to do something with your hands. Or else you’d probably throw something at him.

“We talked about this.”

“We did. However, I never said I agreed.”

You give him a sharp look, “I seem to recall you saying something about a target on my back.”

He crowds you into the counter, your back to his chest as you prepare a meal, his arms wrapping around your waist as he leans down to rest his chin on your shoulder.

“Which is possible. But I also know that anyone who tries anything will have to deal with you first. And you can be very scary, sweetie.”

“Don’t sweetie me. And what about you? Onychinous and your livelihood rely on your reputation.”

He shrugs. Your eyes narrow.

“Sylus.”

He sighs, finally pulling away from your back and leaning against the counter next to you. You look up at him and see his eyes soften when he meets your gaze. His hand comes up and cups the side of your head, thumb rubbing softly on your cheek.

“Sweetie, I promise. I am in no more danger than I was before. Onychinous doesn’t rely on my reputation, it relies on me. They can come for me as much as they want, it won’t change anything.”

You huff, “That doesn’t make me feel better.”

His brow creases and his hand drops, “You know the kind of man I am. I am not one to run from a threat, you know that. If it comes to it, it will be dealt with. But I will not stop showing you what you deserve.”

You stare at him a moment longer, his gaze just as unrelenting as your own.

But in the end you know he’s right. He wouldn’t let threats like that bother him, and certainly not threats that weren’t even made yet. And you really didn’t want him to stop, either.

Your finger raises as you point at him, “If something happens, I’m blaming you.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Stop that.”

His grin just widens, “Not even in private now? How will I survive?”

You roll your eyes, “As if you’d listen in the first place.”

He laughs, “Now you’re getting it.”

You shake your head, trying and failing to hide the pout on your face. You choose instead to focus your attention on the vegetables in front of you, chopping with a bit more force than truly necessary.

Sylus watches you for a moment, then plucks the knife from your hand.

“Hey-”

He shakes the knife dangling in his fingers, “Violence against innocent vegetables is a crime of the highest order, kitten.”

You give him a half hearted glare, jumping to your tip-toes to try and take the knife back.

He raises his hand higher and clearly out of your reach. His lips twitch as he looks down at your annoyed pout, then wrapping his other arm around you again, pulling you to his chest.

You go easily, your arms wrapping around his neck even as you continue to give him a stern look.

“Still worried?”

You hesitate, then sigh, “...yes.”

He sets the knife down, fully enveloping you in his arms. Your head falls to his chest as you relax. His hand rubs little circles on your back, further encouraging you to relax.

“For the record,” he murmurs in your ear, “Anyone who thinks to underestimate you will learn quickly. You’re no threat to my reputation…unless you plan on overtaking it.”

You snort, “You are unbelievable.”

“The option is always on the table.”

You roll your eyes, smile finally coming back. When you look back up at him, his own smile matches yours. A soft look in his eyes that has you completely forgetting you’d been worried - and trying to make food.

—

Your next day-off was only a few days later, and Sylus had sent you a text to be ready for him to pick you up late that afternoon. He didn’t specify what you were doing, but the attire he’d somehow gotten to your front door had you assuming a nice dinner or another auction.

Turns out it was both. After a lovely dinner - where you refuse to look at the prices for your own sanity - and to finish the evening off Sylus surprises you with an auction.

You questioned his choice of surprise until he mentioned a high-end protocore he thought you’d like, and what better way to get it to you than having you by his side in the first place?

The auction was located deep within the Charon Market, an unassuming building with the only thing giving away its use being the armed security standing outside the doors.

They give you both a nod in greeting as Sylus guides you into the lobby, one hand on your back. He moves you through the crowd with ease, people quickly shifting to the sides to avoid being the one to block his path.

For a majority of the auction, this is how it goes. He walks the two of you from item to item, eventually sitting down in the auction hall, never once stepping more than a few feet from you. It makes you find the comm he had you put in your ear a bit useless.

The entire time, you felt the eyes of what felt like hundreds follow you. The sensation never felt threatening per say, but like usual when standing next to Sylus, people noticed him.

And thus, you as well.

You needed a break. And preferably a drink.

Sylus frowns up at you as you stand, “Do you need something?”

You shake your head as he goes to stand with you, “Just going to grab a drink. I’ll be right back.”

He hesitates, like he wants to follow, but you know that the next few protocores were ones he’d been interested in. Besides, like he said, you could handle yourself.

So in the end he squeezes your hand, giving it a quick kiss, “Keep your eyes open.”

You squeeze back, giving him a smile before turning back to the lobby. If you remember right the bar had been on the far side, near the door.

The room is now mostly empty, most of the clients seated in the auction room now, so you could clearly see the few people left watching you as you walked.

You hoped you looked more confident than you felt.

The bartender looks down at you, recognition hitting immediately as you order a glass of red wine. He doesn’t ask for any payment so you assume Sylus has a tab open. Or that this was hosted by Onychinous, so billing you - and thus the boss - would be a bit backwards.

Either way, you turned back to head the way you came.

And slammed directly into a taller man, who you didn’t recognize. His back was to you, but he’d stepped back from the person he’d been discussing with, stepping practically onto you as you tried to step away from the bar.

The red wine, not even a sip tasted, immediately covered the entirety of the front of the dress.

Not a huge deal. Sylus could easily have it cleaned, or just buy a new one, but damn it, you’d been tense for awhile now and that wine had looked really good.

You let out an aggravated sigh, and the man finally turns to look at you. He opens his mouth, and judging from his expression it wouldn’t have been an apology.

Your expression immediately drops further, and then the man behind him suddenly pulls him away, whispering quickly into his ear.

You watch the color drain from his face, his gaze drop to the brooch pinned to your dress, then back to your face. In a split second he seemed to go through multiple emotions, finally landing on something between panic and horror.

The other man is steadily pulling him away from you, not nearly as panicked, but still clearly not trusting the non-violence to last.

A quick glance at the auction room’s door confirms that Sylus hadn’t suddenly appeared.

These men were terrified. Of you.

Surprise hit you first, then a sense of satisfaction you 100% blamed Sylus for.

You slip into this character almost too easily, a pout forming that did nothing to hide the annoyance still in your eyes. A drenched dress was very uncomfortable.

“You ruined my dress.”

The men start talking over themselves, to the point you aren’t even quite sure what they are saying. You are pretty sure one offers to buy you a whole bottle - which merely gets an eyebrow raised from you in response (why take a bottle they can afford when you could ask Sylus for any bottle). There are multiple apologies, and then at one point they start talking about paying for your dress - or cleaning fees, whichever works.

You let them continue to ramble, turning back to the bar, setting the empty glass on the counter. The bartender immediately hands you a fresh glass and repours the wine. You turn back to them, expression calm.

Which, in hindsight, might have frightened them more. You know that calm Sylus, when you think he’s angry, is a terrifying sight to behold.

Attractive, but most don’t see it that way.

A smile lifts the sides of your lips, the comm now feeling like a welcome addition. Your hand moves to your ear, “Sylus, do you mind coming out for a moment? I’d rather not walk back in with a ruined dress.”

The men stiffen further, but your gaze watches the door and within seconds Sylus is pushing the door open and walking quickly into the lobby. His concern quickly shifts to curiosity when he sees the men frozen in front of you, and the wine staining your dress.

“What happened here, kitten?”

You give a halfhearted glare at the petname, rolling your eyes as he approaches. You open your mouth to explain, but the one who bumped into you is already bowing his head to Sylus, apologizing profusely.

Sylus ignores him, instead walking directly to you, checking to make sure you were okay. You give him a smile to let him know you were completely fine.

Sylus’ gaze drops into a professional expression as he turns back to the men. They both remain still, gazes on the ground. For a moment you wonder if they truly think Sylus would kill them for splashing wine on you.

You honestly weren’t quite sure either, and for that reason you placed a hand on his shoulder, effectively holding him back without much effort at all.

He sighs, looking down at you, then back to the men, “Leave. Now.”

The men stumble back, but not before thanking you profusely.

Not Sylus. You.

By the time they are gone, you’ve turned to Sylus who looks far too satisfied for a man who’d apparently been ready to spill blood over some spilled wine.

“Why do you look so smug?”

His grin widens, “I don’t believe you need to worry about my reputation, sweetie.”

Your brows crease, about to ask for clarification, when you figured out the logic he’d followed.

The men had panicked the second they’d realized who you were, they’d become even more afraid when you’d called Sylus, then they’d thanked you when Sylus had let them go.

“Oh my god.”

Sylus raises an eyebrow, his arm wrapping around you as his

evol glides across the front of your dress, cleaning the fabric, “Yes?”

“They think you’re like my attack dog or something.”

An amused chuckle comes from above you, “Do they?”

“Like if I told you to do something,” You look up at him, surprise and disbelief blending together, “you’d just…do it.”

He hums a soft sound, sounding a bit too close to agreement, but other than that he says nothing.

“Sylus,” a slight warning in your tone.

He just smiles, “Perhaps they were smarter than I initially gave them credit for.”

Your gaze snaps back to his, “Sylus.”

He pulls you close as he opens the door, leaning down into your ear, “Now imagine how they’d react when they see how you fight.”

Your mouth drops open, ready to argue back, but he’s already pulling you into the hall once again.

But you couldn’t exactly deny it.

You mutter a soft, “Unbelievable,” under your breath. The only indication he heard you is the answering chuckle you feel subtly shaking his chest.

@atinymekanie @nightmarewasteland @angelouu

[jupitersmusings]

good things will happen 🧿

things that are meant to be will fall into place 🧿

[overlord-fire-bubble]

THIS ONE FUCKING WORKS. REBLOG IT.

[tiny-kt]

this for real fucking works

[fuckthisbloganditscurses]

Happiness Will Come To You.

[12goblins]

when tho

[fuckthisbloganditscurses]

When You Least Expect It. Probably Late March

[wizardshark]

reblog for happiness to come for you in late march!

[zigxortega]

[zac--efren]

I reblogged this last year and I hung out with blink-182 backstage on March 30. Reblogging again because it worked the first time.

[scientiablr]

honestly, last year one of the best days of my life happened in late March

[emperor-julius-caesar]

I’m really looking forward to late March!

[flygoing]

laptop overheating?? pour water on it to cool it down!

[chastittie]

i trusted you

[flygoing]

Do not trust people like me. I will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth. I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. And when I leave you will finally understand, why storms are named after people

[four-leafed-queer-gal-deactivat]

THE ORIGINAL?!?!?!?!?!

[bewitchedcorpse]

So this is a WIP for a fic im writing. I have no beta (but would love one so if u wanna)

Pairing: Sylus x You, Warnings: canon typical violence, 18+ (later chapters), possibly more as chapters get added, LaDS spoilers (main story and Sylus as well as other LIs in the future) Fic spoilers in tags so just fyi :) Summery:

You wake up in the N109 Zone after falling asleep during a game update-inside the Onychinus base, of all places. Shocked and confused but undeniably thrilled, you assume you’ve been randomly isekai’d into the game.

Being there feels strangely easy. The base feels familiar as much as it is new to you. Sylus feels unmistakably himself, yet subtly different from what you remembered. And the things you know continue to surface without effort, more instinct than memories from a game.

As the initial shock fades, a quieter unease begins to creep in-not because the world feels dangerous, but because it feels right. Too right. The longer you stay, the harder it becomes to ignore the sense that this place feels more real than the life you woke up from, like something you’ve been missing rather than something you’ve stumbled into.

Prologue under cut :) (lmk what u think but this is my first fic so pls be nice lmao)

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Prologue

You’d been playing the game for long enough that it had been ingrained into your routine, almost without you noticing. It was always there, a click away, ready and waiting for you.

You reached for it after the long days, the days where things felt a little heavier than usual. It was what you went for when you finally allowed yourself to feel the things you’d learned not to mention anymore. Even on the good days it was constantly there with you. It made things feel quieter, easier to manage - like a break from the never ending noise you couldn’t escape from.

You enjoyed reading other people’s love of the characters, the silly comments and the sad edits. People talking about their multi-mains, all the different routes to take, putting all the men together in their own little harems. It was amusing, and you loved seeing how other people interpreted the guys and how they’d interact with each other.

But…

Well, as pretty as the other guys were - you weren’t blind - only a certain crimson gaze truly made you keep coming back. And you were perhaps a bit too invested in him.

You told yourself at first that it was normal, many people have strong emotions towards fictional people - especially in a dating game, it was practically expected. And besides, he was - they all were - built to be exactly what you needed. Their design, the voices, it was all built to give the player a sense of…acceptance? The men had their own issues so you didn’t have to pretend to be perfect next to them, just yourself.

And that was everything to you.

But then that feeling grew. Into something you couldn’t quite name. Into something that no longer felt like just interest. It felt like something deeper.

But that wasn’t possible. No. The strange pull you felt, the calm he gave, the quiet comfort, those were all just game mechanics. 

It didn’t matter that sometimes you felt like that pull was about to tear you apart, or that if you thought too hard about it - studied it too closely - an uneasy feeling would build inside of you.

So you didn’t.

You ignored the lingering thoughts of how real he felt sometimes. You put those thoughts in a neat box in the corner of your mind and kept it there to never be looked at. Fictional men shouldn’t ground you the way he does, they shouldn’t create these feelings of safety in you.

Those thoughts always led to uncomfortable tensions, almost like you were being stabbed, so you had no intention of following those thought trains.

But regardless, the game had definitely become more to you than just mere entertainment.

It had become somewhere you didn’t have to fake it. Didn’t have to be someone you weren’t. Somewhere pain and struggles weren’t dismissed or softened, they just existed and wove into the story like it mattered. Like they weren’t problems to be dealt with, but instead they were just parts of you. Part of you to be cherished - even if you found them hard to look at.

It helped that MC’s chronic issues were so similar to yours, especially in Sylus’ myths. It made you feel seen, but also allowed you to slip into her perspective easily.

Perhaps a bit too easily.

You know it's just good writing, it's meant to make you feel loved, seen, protected and safe.

Still…when things hurt - when your mind refused to calm, the world felt too loud, too bright, too sharp or too far away - the game grounded you. It didn’t fix it but it allowed you to exist.

Your life wasn’t bad, not by any standards. It wasn’t great, but it was stable, predictable.

You had your routines. Comforts that helped pass the time. You weren’t unhappy.

But still those feelings remained. That sense that you were missing something. Not dramatic or urgent, just this absence you couldn’t name. A feeling that if you reached hard enough you’d find something, even if you had no idea what it was.

Perhaps that was what drew you to the game. It calmed the pull, let you breath as you waited for something unnamed.

And so tonight you do as you usually do. You crawl into your bed, surrounded by plushies and far too many blankets, and you open the game.

The first thing that greets you is a surprise. A new update, one that for some unknown reason hadn’t been announced anywhere. That alone made you pause.

But not for long. Excitement sparked inside you - your mind already racing with possibilities for storylines, content, theories.

The pull grew stronger.

You didn’t question it. Your hand moved before you consciously decided to.

The download started.

As the progress bar filled, a heavy sleepiness crept in.

Not the normal kind, or even the bone weariness you were accustomed to. This was deeper. So strongly enveloping you that you had no chance to fight it. You felt it settle over you like a heavy weight, somehow still comforting even as your thoughts slowed.

You blinked, trying to clear your mind and focus on the screen.

You remember thinking you’d just rest for a second, just close your eyes while it finished downloading.

Your eyes begin to slip closed. You stopped fighting to remain awake, stopped fighting as the pull seemed to grow stronger as you gave in.

The screen flashed.

Dark red, familiar. Warm. Your half-awake state is unable to make sense of it even as it draws you in.

Your chest tightened - confusion, maybe. A flicker of unease. 

A stronger feeling of finally even as you didn’t understand it.

A deep sigh and you sink into the feeling, allowing it to wrap around you, to draw you in further. You sink into the darkness as your eyes finally slip closed.

[itsdawnybell]

If you have been looking for some fellow witchy folks come join us! This lil discord group is very new but I’m excited to see where it goes!

My goal is to also have a Coven specific area for those who would like more than just a sharing of info and chats. This area would host celebrations, group rituals (like full moon or new moon or others), and a more close knit group!

Feel free to come check it out 🖤

Check out the Triple Moon Hollow community on Discord - hang out with 4 other members and enjoy free voice and text chat.

[fuckthisbloganditscurses]

Happiness Will Come To You.

[12goblins]

when tho

[fuckthisbloganditscurses]

When You Least Expect It. Probably Late March

[wizardshark]

reblog for happiness to come for you in late march!

[zigxortega]

[zac--efren]

I reblogged this last year and I hung out with blink-182 backstage on March 30. Reblogging again because it worked the first time.

[scientiablr]

honestly, last year one of the best days of my life happened in late March

[delta-domine]

I really need this march

[author-nikki-harlow]

I see no lies.

[itsdawnybell]

Fartspam on top discord.gg/spamming

Fartspam on top discord.gg/spamming

[weatheredlaw]

Hey guys. This is my new best friend. I’m making a cake.

I made my batter from scratch, and I made a strawberry yogurt frosting.

Cannot wait to see what this weird little guy looks like.

[weatheredlaw]

The lamb is done. The lamb is cooling.

[weatheredlaw]

the lamb did not come out of the pan very well. features have been lost. frosting may be needed to rescue the lamb.

[weatheredlaw]

Behold. My son.

[crowzi]

hey op do you take criticism

[weatheredlaw]

i do not, and please don't speak to me or my son ever again

[weatheredlaw]

Happy Easter to the post that haunts my notifications. To the four thousand people who have asked me: yes I buttered and floured the pan. No this is not for making butter. Idk if it’s actually for a cake but it’s too big to use to make butter. Stay safe kids.

[weatheredlaw]

Happy Easter to this post once again. Apparently the pan has lead in it. Please stop messaging me about the lead. I know.

[rhube]

I feel like we have a spiritual successor to None Pizza with Left Beef: NONE CHEESEBURGER.

[no-longer-another-bondi-blonde]

15 seconds.

Just take 15 seconds out of your busy lives to see what a squirrel does after a hard day of squirrelling.

[aru]

Tumblr Code.

[geekishchic]

If I ever see any of you in public, the code is “i fill my ass with orange juice”

that way we know we’re from tumblr without revealing anything

I’m just going to say this to strangers until i find a tumblr person

must keep reblogering!! Im going to be so suspicious if any one tells me this now!

Remember the answer is: ”17 cocks”

always reblog tumblr identification

[amlsh-deactivated20181211]

this post makes me want to gouge my eyes out

[sads]

im laughins so hard who changed it

[ace-beef]

[pisshandkerchief-deactivated202]

WHO TF EDITED THE SHOELACE POST

[pisshandkerchief-deactivated202]

No seriously the edit function has been gone for years who did this

[second-order-simulacra]

[ceruleanthing]

Well I never had the chance to watch Avatar the Last Airbender ever…. which sucks, but.. now it’s on the net flix so guess what ya boi’s doing !!!!!!

[ceruleanthing]

Man I dunno why Katara thinks Sokka’s so paranoid. If I saw a caillou lookin ass bitch come out of an iceberg with a six legged whateverthehell i would be suspicious and freak out too. Also Zuko please chill down

[ceruleanthing]

Caillou arrow boy why are you so nonchalant about being frozen for 100 years

[ceruleanthing]

“Relax Sokka, where we’re going you won’t need any pants!”

Aang what does that mean

What does that mean

[ceruleanthing]

Will you leAVE THAT POOR MAN’S CABBAGES ALONE

[ceruleanthing]

We gotta go see

In the fire nation

[ceruleanthing]

Those damn heterosexuals

[ceruleanthing]

Steampunk shit???? Steampunk shit????

Steampunk shit????

Steampunk shit????

[ceruleanthing]

I hate this whole Face Stealing shit. I’m going to die just don’t hurt my Boy

[ceruleanthing]

Thanks I hate it! I never want to see that millipede fuckass ever again

Oh she’s the fucking moon now

[ceruleanthing]

Do Not TOUCh my boys I’ll fucking cut you pPrincess Firebitch

[ceruleanthing]

No don’t float your hair down the river someone is going to Find It and then Find You and it will be Bad and I will cry

[ceruleanthing]

sECRET TUNNELLLLL

[ceruleanthing]

What if we kissed… in the labyrinth under a mountain… just kidding… unless…?😳

[ceruleanthing]

The earth kingdom city of

Oh no

Oh no

Oh shitfire

[ceruleanthing]

I think the only reason I was Going Apeshit over the avatar day ep is because I’d seen a lot of it with my friend once?? Even still, jesus fuckin christ 😂

[ceruleanthing]

The best reunion in cinematic history: Sokka and his boomerang

[ceruleanthing]

!!!! A GREMLIN

[ceruleanthing]

Sokka getting high off cactus water is something I’m less surprised about than I’d like to be. Also I wonder if those sandbender guys ever deal it out to people. Imagine. Cactus water cartels

[ceruleanthing]

Hm I think he’s just afraid of this one turning into the moon too-

[ceruleanthing]

Katara just made a direct callout post about me this isn’t allowed. Ma’am that isn’t allowed. She basically dished out rhetoric I give to other people all the time. I’m not the therapist friend per se but I am like… the shoulder-to-lean-on friend a lot of the time so hearing “..But now you’re not letting yourself feel anything. I know sometimes it hurts more to hope. And it hurts more to care. But you have to promise me that you won’t stop caring” hit me way harder than I thought it would now that it’s coming back at me, and now I Am crying. I Am

[ceruleanthing]

KATARA MOSES

[ceruleanthing]

nvm some rayquaza lookin-ass is about to merc them 😔👊

[ceruleanthing]

Listen I’m. Already having a shitty night. This leaves from the vine shit Did Not Help

[ceruleanthing]

arjssjjrjsjwjd epic rap haiku battles of history

[ceruleanthing]

I command this episode to stop murdering me

[ceruleanthing]

This Dai Li shit is freaking me the fuck out

[ceruleanthing]

Seeing the caption “[Dai Li screaming]” on the screen is very satisfying

[ceruleanthing]

Can these children never catch a fucking break

[ceruleanthing]

What the fuck is going on

[ceruleanthing]

Oh my god I’m dying!!!!!!! I love Sokka so much hes precious and a gift to this world the way he did that clappy thing and went :0 “Shopping!!!!!” GOD I fuxking. Love this boy. Forever

[ceruleanthing]

Sokka’s smile gives me MUCH serotonin

[ceruleanthing]

OH IROH’S FUCJIBG

MakjskajjwnebeSISIWKS HESS FUCJJIB HE S FUCKINGN RIPPED NOW YOOOO

[ceruleanthing]

“Seriously? It looks like the beach threw up all over it.”

…..me @ me

[ceruleanthing]

This forehead eye dude is fucking wack. What the hell and fuck

[ceruleanthing]

“Unfortunately, my success did not last, Aang.”

Of course it didn’t!!!!! It’s a motherfucking volcano!!!!!! What!! Did you think!!!! Was going!!! To happen!!!!!

[ceruleanthing]

[ceruleanthing]

Sparkysparky boom man!

[ceruleanthing]

S Sweatbending

[ceruleanthing]

ᵒʰ

[ceruleanthing]

bAbY yoUr’E mY drEaM giRL

[ceruleanthing]

I’m starting to think that Aang’s not just sleep deprived, he’s also high off his ass

[ceruleanthing]

Yo those tanks that are bendy???? They crawl??? Like the Insects???? Excuse???? 💜?????

[ceruleanthing]

“Your uncle has really gotten to you, hasn’t he?”

“Yes, he has.”

:D

:D

:D!!!!

[ceruleanthing]

My my. Combustion Man seems to have combustioned himself

[ceruleanthing]

Two bros chillin in a war balloon five feet apart cause they’re not gay

[ceruleanthing]

“My first girlfriend turned into the moon.”

“That’s rough buddy.”

THATS AN ACTUAL QUOTE? I THOUGHT EVERYONE WAS JUST MEMEING BECAUSE IT FUNNIE HAHA AND IT FITS W

This is the goddamn “Dash calls Danny a twink” situation ALL OVER AGAIN

[ceruleanthing]

Every time Sokka or Zuko smile or laugh, I go back a few seconds so I can see or hear it again

[ceruleanthing]

We can have one (1) time-wasting nonsense. As a Treat

[ceruleanthing]

This play is killing me I’m gong to die of secondhand embarrassment like actua- toPH OH MY FUCKING GOD

[ceruleanthing]

Toph: :D!! :D :D :D :D

Me:

[ceruleanthing]

Okay so does the island like… call upon people who are ‘lost’ in a few ways and make it so they are trapped there without knowing how until they find themself or some shit? It’s oddly specific speculation but like. I like the idea of an island that just fucking forces you to go to therapy

[ceruleanthing]

graMP GRAMP

[ceruleanthing]

I have NEVER cried over a reunion in a show or book or movie before now. Ever. Atla is breaking all kinds of records for me and I am having Emotions,

[ceruleanthing]

You know what? in a way I was right about it being therapy island

[ceruleanthing]

I got to see the absolutely stunning visuals and sweet conclusive scene of the end of this show… while shirtless in a dark pantry at 1am

[brawltogethernow]

Feel like I just speedran the whole series, op, thank you.

[silly-jellyghoty]

Always reblog the speed run ATLA post

[itsdawnybell]

My little community is trying to get Dream to see this TikTok of my friend and I being stupid on stream so I do another 12 hr stream

If u wanna help them out @ him in the comments pls lol

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMdmTqyhg/

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