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[y1xj]

Cw: mewgenics spoilers and non-sexual nudity

magugu......

[bongwalter10]

tough luck girl …

[diningcarr]

the concept of slick being both greaseball and dinahs rebound when things get messy between them . dinah genuinely means no harm by it and just wants the comfort of a ‘best friend’ from slick because belle and tass are sick of her bullshit and greaseball means all the harm and slags dinah off to slick . they cant be happy

[9fork]

wayward vagabond from yesterday's livestream! requested by mark

[queenofshippingcringe]

Reblog if you ship Cloan! ⚔️👑

*op does not consider the reboot canon and is specifically shipping the OG series versions of them.

[hellebores-rambling]

Kay, so I've been listening to the jazz remix of Creator by Lena Raine pretty much on loop, which got me thinking about a steampunky (?) hermits au.

More specifically, what if ZITS were the people who designed the Trial Chambers?

What if ZITS put the monsters in there, made the spawners using some unholy combination of magic and mechanisms, invented pretty much entirely by Imp and Skizz? What if Tango made the copper bulbs, what if he designed the crafting puzzle?

What if Tango designed the concept, and the trials themselves, what if Impulse helped him make blueprints that they worked by after Skizz dug out the tunnels and hauled as much copper back as an angel physically can? What if Zed made the creatures of wind, that whirl like hurricanes and blast intruders with concentrated gusts of wind? What if he named them Breezes, finding it quite hilarious how misleading that name would be?

What if Zed discovered the strays and the bogged, and found a way to create them artificially, within the chambers, using Impulse and Skizz's spawner designs?

What if Tango designed the vaults, and carved the keys out, what if they go and refill these chambers with fresh loot every time a trial is complete?

What if one of them accidentally walked into the chambers one day, forgetting all about the bad omen set upon them, and unknowingly unleashed a trial omen upon themselves, finding themselves caught in quite fierce combat, with pretty much the same creatures, except they now bore weapons and armor?

This is stuck in my brain forever i fear.

Please add to this if you have something to say, i wanna hear everybody's thoughts.

[konu-d]

the weight of a shadow is not something you notice. it's very, VERY hard to pay attention to it, fleeting as it is, always darting away from the slightest hint of light, eager to retreat back under their feet, far too easy to feign absence with the lack of a yearning heart. It's hard to notice a missing shadow until you feel it. Like a weighted blanket, like a sudden chill, a flash of weightlessness as if the thing that keeps you tethered to this earth has snapped its last thread.

the nightmares come back, your hands feel empty, the coffee does not taste the same and yet it feels too familiar, tastes too foreign, not right just not right like the antithesis to goldilocks and her damned criteria. Chest hollow, mind aimless, there should be someone there when you close your eyes you know, golden crosses and crimson crosshairs and all the other identities he takes on. There should be someone. There is no one.

no tiger to roar and chase away the remnants, that task has been passed on to many others and he thinks you will not miss him, what a fucking joke. They have a heart. You have a heart. Absence makes it grow fonder and a painful parting only tears it apart, promises to see each other again ring hollow in the face of despair and all you can pray, that all you can do, is wait and hope.

but how hard it is to keep hope aflame.