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𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 SCARS 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦.  𝘈 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴. 𝘉𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴. 𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴, 𝘔𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦 MONSTER 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘦.

[urskekyagvi]

Raunip, to the Urskeks: "You're all aliens," *points at YagVi* "He's an alien, I'm an alien?! Are there anymore aliens I should know about?"

Pasha, peeking around the corner:

b̸̨̧̧̢̡̨̢̢̢̡̡̢̨̡̨̧̡̡̡̡̨̡̧̛̭͍̲̙̱͚̩̻̞̼̱̤̝̺̰͍̼̺͈̭̠̟͉̺̜̙̳̳̤͔̥̬̯̤̰̙̦̯̩̹̤̱͈͚͙͓̬͈͇̫̳̥̰̱͎͈̹̦̗̤͚͙̩̣̹͇̳̯̼̳̙͔̘̩̳̠̖͈͈̟̣̰̖͖̪͙͖̳͓̺̭̥̜̦̘̮̟͈̙̘͔̱͕̪̝͖̣̥͎͈̘̟̜̲̪̤͉͖͇̣̜̬͉̯͖̮̝̤͍̘͓̦͎̮͚͍̗̹͓̼̱̰̹̥̺̻̖̙̘̼̱͉̘͙̼̰̱͙͔̦̰͔̩̞̣̝̞̠̘̜̟̲̤͕̭̞̱̳̤̭̯͍͚͇͈͔͉͍̟͕̺̹̙̗̗̯̭̬͈̳̟̟͖̼̝̩̤̯͙̟͙̜̙̭͇̥̖̬͇̞͉̭̝͕͚̮̖͎̫̦͍̦̗͓̻̰̘̉̔̅͗̏̀̃̾̔͑͑̅̀̋͊̈́̀́̃̆̐̒̈́̔͂̾̊̈̓̍̔̇̾͐͒̿̒̈́̔̄̐̎́̂̋͛̿̾̎̋͗̂̏͆̒̀̑̋̏͗͆̌͒͛͑͊̾͌̄̈́̒̽̎̇̇͒̽̎̓͂͛͊̈́̾͛̆̿͌͌̏̀̓̇̿͂̉͋̈́́͒̃̾̋̑̆̃͑̆̇̈́̾̒́̒͘̕͘̕͘͘͘͘̚͘͘͘̕͘͜͜͜͜͜͜͜͜͝͝͝͠͠͝͝͝͝ͅͅͅͅȨ̵̧̨̧̡̨̢̢̨̨̧̢̢̨̧̨̧̨̧̧̨̧̛̛̛͙͍͚̦̬̗̞̞͈̜̘̟̬̠̠̰̻̗̼̦̣̫͚̗̘̬͕͔̱͙͇̫̖͎̣̬̖̰̱̳͉̬͇̗͍͓̝͎͚̦̗̥͓̟͙͍͇͙̯̼̜̥̻̖̠͙̤̙̯͕̮̗̞͚̙͙̲̱͙̳̪̺̫̱͎̦̝͔̲͉̙͇͈̜̠̬̥̼̱̱͓̯̩͕̘̝̯̝̦͙͍̹͓̥͙̹̗̟̱̻̖̱̣̗̘̻͇̤̱͖͓̰͓͈̲͕͈͚̜̩͔̤̗͙̙̲̰̱̠̞̣̼̥͖͈̩̥̼̮̖̲̳̥̜̰̱̟̩͍̭̻̲̖͚̣̯̼̤̟͉̱̫̬̤̠͍̙̦̝̩̺͓̫̤͕̦͎̝͍̘̠̘̼̫̩̗̰̥͙̻͓̩̲͍͉̙̯̥̘͚̘͈̤͙̳̺̲̥̬͉͍͚͍͈̱̩͖̭̫͙͓̲̺̺̠̘̰̥̻̤̉̑͆̈̅̋̍̓̂̐̈́͂̈́̃̋͋̀̒͛̔̀̍̾̀͊͆̓̈́̄͋̂̈́͗̀̒͑̿̒͒̿̈́̽̿̌̐̌͂̀̀̂̇̈́̆̎̃̅̾̀͂́͆͑̏̊̋͆͛͑̉̏̅̀͂̏̏̈́̽̌̒̏̓̓̆̌̏̔́͐̕̚̕͜͜͜͜͜͜͜͜͜͝͠͠͝͝͝͝͝͝ͅͅͅͅͅͅN̸̨̢̨̨̡̡̡̢̡̧̡̡̡̡̨̢̢̛̛̛̛̜̗̤͍̭̲͙̻͓̖̤̺͎͈̞̤̯͈̞͖̦̗̯̘̪͎̞̘̰̖̦̻͉͙̠͚̥͉̤̗̥͙͚̻̳͇̜͕̻̩͉̺̤͙͎̰̠̰͍̠̩̤̻͉̰̪̻̘̻͕͖̼͉͍̹̜͙̳̗̭̞̬̰̼͍̮͓̻̯̗̘͍̙͙̤̳͙͚̻͎̥̩͖̬̫̪̫̹̟̫̱̝͔̠͔̭͖͎͇̪̞͍̜̦̪̜͙͈̫̖̞̻͙̞̰̯͎̺̻͎̥̬̠͕̫̭͈̜̙̟̯̜̝͈̰͚̹͎̪̻̫̲̰͚͖̫̟͕̰͙͙̘͓͓͎̦͚͔̲̜͎̍̓̾̾́͂̉̉̿̊͋͛̂͗̑̽̓̑̏̈́̾̂͐̀̔̋̿̉̋́̋̆̆̆̌͂͊̓̀̊̿̓͐̈́͆̌͆̀̒̌͐̉̏̓̏̎͂̊̂͑̍̀̓͐̽̄̐͛̀̄͂͗͌́͋͛͒̎̆͒̂͆͒̓̾̇͆̇͆̄̿̑͊̏̍͊̓̑̏̅͋̀̆̑͂͆̍̀͛̈́̑̓̀͌̅͑̈́́͂͐͗̓͂́͒͗̐̾͋̈́̆̾̏͗̀̓̓̍̋̄͊̑̓̔̉̋̍͌̌͛̔͒̔̔̉̔͐͑̆̍̇̽̐͂̆́̓̏̒̋̈̆̅̿͋͊̉̍͌̂̃̊̍͊̌̎̎̃̈́̌͐̈͛̈́̍̾̎̀̒͌̓̿̎̿̿̇̀͋͘̚͘͘̕͘͘̚͘̕̚͘͘͘͜͜͜͜͜͜͜͜͝͝͠͝͝͠͠͝͠͠͝͝͝͝͝͝͠͝ͅͅͅͅͅͅo̸̡̢̧̨̨̡̨̢̨̧̧̧̧̟̬̗͔̙̟̖̲̟͙̘̼̲̗͔̺̗̝̠͚͍̤̞̫̜̖̞̙̪̝͖̖̩͖̻̟͕̰͚̙̰͉̣̲̭̜̪̠̟̰͈̤̰͈̟̥̙̩̗̣̣̳̮̟̜̠̪̗͖̲̜̤̗̜̹͓̮͎̠̰̜̙̞͕͖̤̺̠͍̦̦̳͈̫͙͉͚͕̫̺͉̗̯̝͖̝̤̮̥̠̖̖̜̼̮̲̯̞̻̹̺̤̖̞͎̯̦̣̠̗̱͎͓̻̪͍̻̞̜̗͈̝͔̟͎̥̠̪͌̚͜͜͜͜ͅͅT̷̨̡̢̢̧̡̡̨̡̨̧̧͈̮̝̩̣͉͎̗͇̙͚͚̟͍̪̤̣̥̻̻̞̟̘̯̣̝̯͚͕̼̦̼̩̲͖͈͙͈̬̼͙̰̲̩̗̭̩̪̟̻͎͍̺̲̣͕͈̤̻̤͔̠̩͚̙͔͍̫̯̱̞͓̪͖̗̪̼̹̦̮̰̘̠͔͕͙̩̱̳̜̮̣̬̩͓̫͙͚̗̹̹͎̥̼͉͕̤̭͓̹̬̜̮͈͈̼̺͉̗̖̣͍͕̱̼̼̬͚̰͇̬̻͇̞̻̖̤̱̥̳̥̼͎͕̩͔̫̭̬̳̝̖͚͍͍͗̔̀̽̀͊̌̌̐͌̏͌̋͜͜͜͜ͅͅͅͅͅͅą̶̢̛̛̟̣͓̘͔̲̗̩̰͚͉̮̣͙̱̫̻̜̙͓̗̠̻̪̔̏͂̂͂͌̉͑͑̅͐̌̆̆̒̊̑̉̅̏́̀͂́̋̈́͐͐̑̑̿͊́́̅͌̀̑̈́̀̄̆͊̒̇͋̍̿̽͌̋̓͂̆͂̑͑͊̄̉̓̀͊͆̈́̀̓́̋́̔͛̐́̇̍̅̂̆͐̀̃͐̽͒͌̀̐̂̆̏̚̕͘̚̚͝͝͝͝͝͠F̵̨̨̧̡̧̨̢̛̮̘͙̪͖̳̩̙̪͈̯̻̤̻̩͖̩̪͎̠͇͙̭̙̤͔̺̺̦̹͉̞̬̥̹̞̥̺͈̼͕̙̥̟̼̙̗̗̦̮̘̹̹̫̲͔̫̦̙͓̠̰̘͓͇̱̙̯̱̠̤̦̯̖͇̳͕̹͇͚̺͔̺̪̫̳͓̪͎̱̞̰͖͔̞̭̙̣̞̥̝̖͈̻̱̳̺̖̩̼̟̮̙̮̖̗͓̝̩͖̍̾́̍̋͒̀͒̓͋̏̐̿̈́́̏͒́̅̐̆̓̄̐̒̅̈́͛̊̏̂̔͆̑̃̐̊́̀̑͒̋̀̽̓̿̽̀̀̊̈́͒̃̓͗̈́̌̔̄̓̋̓́͌̄̓̽̉̑̐͛̽́͋̽͑̈́̂́̒͊̐͐̄̐͗̌̉͌̾̐̓̿̓́̄͒́̽̈́͛̍͛̅́͑̉̀̌̀̀̈́̇͒͌̉͊̅͌̄̍̉͗͆̓̐̋̊̈́͋̈͌̉͛͒̐̋̄͐̒͑̑͐̆̅͆̎͛́̿̃̇̒͂̂͌̈́̔͗̊̇̒̊͒͆̃͛̀͒̊̿̿̇̏̐̀̀̕̕̕̕͘̕͘͘͘̕͘͘̚̕͘͘͜͜͠͝͠͝͝͝͠͝ͅͅŗ̷̨̡̡̧̨̢̡̡̧̨̨̢̧̡̡̨̧̛̩̗̳̩̼̳̱̜̖̬̲̱̞̙̹̣̻͍̙̠͎̦͕̤͔͖̩̤̺̟͖̹͉͔̰̗̲̦̭͙͈̬͖͉̜̞̼̼̣̥͖̬͖̼̙̪͓̰̰̲̲̱̘͔̠̗̞̞͖̺͚̥͓̟̗͓̘̼̦͍͚̗̝̣̱̻͈̣̩͕̥͚̣̼̲̮͈̙̮̯̝̦̹̏̃̓̏̊̌͋̋̉̈́̓̈̅̎̍́̅͋̆̒̅̎͒̍̏̆̋͑͆́̽̉̀͌̒̚̕̕͜͜͝͝͝͝͝͝ͅͅͅͅͅͅA̶̧̧̧̧̡̧̢̢̡̧̨̢̡̧̨̢̧̧̡̢̢̡̢̨̛̛̛̛̖͈̘͔̰̳̖̞͇̰̟̟̫̤̹̝͕̝͚̬̘͓͍͓͎̗̪͚̤͉̼͕̼̣͔̯̬̣̹̠̣͙͈̞̘̖͔̺͍̥͖̫̺͕͙̗̙̠͖̦̱̩̖̘̹̤̖̯͚̼̱͈̝̠̱̭̖̰̟͈̱̘̬̯̳̙̘̹͖̭̩̠̞̜̬̱̹̝̲̣̣̥͇̺̦̟̝͈̝̻̮̞̝͔͖̘͉̩̜͎̤̘̱̜̹̹̰̮̦̦̺̙͖͓͖̖̣̫̞̜̪̜͕͕͚͈̻̙̯̬̦̮̝̪͙̗̰̥̞͕̰̥͎̣͉̼̮̰̺̯̤͇̖̫̞̥̮̟͈̰̭̯̫̯͈̳̬̰̝̝̫̟̖̜͈͓̝̮͉̠̦̙̦̯̙̠̣̦͈̙̥̣̬͉͕̤̤̞̖̲̜͔̙̲̟̤̮̣̱̬̱̮͓̖̜͚͉̮̦̪̝̟̻̰̣̱͖̻͙̫̩͍̻͚̝̩̺̽̈́͌̓̀̃̔̌̃̽̍͒̅̋̒̅̇̅͋̅̈̉̿͋̔̀̽̀̔̇͂͌̈̇̎̂͆̿̉̎̆̈̓̇́̐̓̓̆͊̀̇̇̿͂̑̍͌̉̔̈̂̈́̋̾̅̅͆̈́͗̂̾̎̀̈́͆̒͗͗͐̈̈́͗̐͋͒̄̀͆̍͒͐͂̓̔̀̽̋̍̄̉̊͒̓̓͛́̇͗͘̚̕͘͘͘̕͜͜͜͜͜͜͜͜͝͝͝͠͝͝͝͝͠͝ͅͅͅͅͅͅĩ̵̢̛̛̛̛̛̛̛̛̒̔̽͆̽͛͐̅̿̈́͒̽̓̿̄͊̍̋̍̈́̍͒͋̔͐̓́̿̆̊̔͐̆́́̀̎̐̉͗̔͛͗̒̔̈́̄̌̋͌͗̑̈́̇̔͑͂͊̈́̌͗̎͌͐̋̃̍̊͊̏̒͋̈́͗͛̒̍̂͆͆́͋̊̆̈̅͊̆͛̃͗̏̒͑́̊̾̇̾͆͆̒̓́͂̓͒̽̿͒́̈́̃̾̾̅̂̓̃̍̒̂͗̔̐́̍̃̄̇̑̌̂̑̐̊̓̅́̍͋̔̇̿̃͗̀̿̎͆̈́͒͌͂̇͒̽̓̃̈́͋͊̈͛̈́͐̃́̋̆̋́̽̈́̂̒̉̍̈́͋̀̿́͂̂̽̂́̿͒̈́̽́̋̋͑̋̽̇͗͂͑̍͑͆̈͒͛͒͑̒͑̀̿̿͛͂̃̉̔̈́̈́̄̈́̉̃̇̏̈́̎̀̾̓̕̚̕͘̕͘̚͘̚̕̕͘̚͘̕̕̕͘̚͘͝͠͝͝͝͠͠͠͠͝͝͝͝͝͝͠͝ḑ̴̡̧̧̨̧̡̧̢̛̛̛̛͔͍̲̦̰̖̙̪̫̟̱̜̤͙̳͚̼̠̳̪̺͇̩̳̲̮͇͎͎̜̱̘͙̙̯͖̫̱̳̲̬͍͚̯̰̱̳̰͉̪͚̬̜̠̦͕̹̺̰̯̩̼̰̰̬̥̜̞͕̭̭̣̻̻̪͔̜̻̜̦̪̦̤̫͚͓̣̼̗̲͔̼͕̙͖̪͇̮̝̻̟̺̭̜͚͇̖̳̲̲̘̝̠͍̾̓͒̆́͐͗͐͆̑̏͒̈̌́̐͐́̇̅́̽̀̄̇̃̂̓́͒͗̑̊̌̈͑͛͗̓͑̓̏͌̋͆̉̈̋̄͗̓̈͗͂͒̋̈̒̈́̐́̈́͛͑̽̒͐̀̇̐̇́̌̓͊̽͒̀̀͋̈͗̀̈̎͌̈́̽͒̅̿̔̌͗̏̂͊̈́̓̆̆̈͆́̄͑͊̌̋̄̓̌͒̀̎͆͑̎͑̀̔͐̎̿́̈͊͋̍̊̚̚̕̕̕̕̚̚͜͜͜͝͠͠͝͠͝͝͠͝͝͠͠ͅͅͅͅͅ

Raunip: "...I'm out of here."

[irkenheretic]

49 and 15

49. nightfall and 15. trembling hands

Invaders need no one.

Invaders are self-sufficient. 

Invaders do not need to take deep breaths as they hurry through enemy territory, especially one as mundane as a city. 

Invaders don’t glance at the rapidly setting sun with barely-concealed panic, SIR unit useless, comms not working, and base lost. 

And Zim was the best Invader there was. He needed no one, so long as he remembered his training and kept himself steadfast, and stopped resembling a leaf in a hurricane. 

Which of course, he never resembled one and never would, despite his twitchy hands and twitchy eyes and twitchy everything. 

Zim was fine. Zim was capable. Zim was Zim.

And Zim would survive.

[stclker]

➸ — Veiled by greenery, the shade of a large, yet SILENT, figure follows the wanderer in distance. Someone lucky, caught her eye not for prey. Glow, and the way the humanoid behaves. Very different to the soft-flesh inhabiting the planet. But what? As the dusk dims towards darkness, the slumbering forest awakens - while dark gave the huntress advantage - keeping track on the figure became more and more troublesome. 

Posture lifts, and steps become bolder. Watching from far had become tiresome, and she was frustrated, how quickly the target could vanish behind plants — and Emerald she wanted to see this stranger CLOSER. . Couple of times she almost reached the figure - only to lose sight again and again, until she no longer found the location. Confused, she descended from the trees, looking around while switching the vision.  || @fairestfall​​ liked!

[chainsxwsmile-personal]

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[tallestmiyukii]

fairestfall asked: (imvadcrtak) “don’t you dare bend to talk to me.”

     Miyuki shot the irken a look of furious condemnation at the boldness of the statement. No one had ever dared to speak to her in such a way. It was unsettling, and she didn’t like enduring the anger that was rightfully behind it. Defiance to those of higher stature was always a one way ticket to immediate termination. It had always been the easiest way to purge any and all forms of resistant behavior from their batches. Though it hadn’t always been possible to catch all of them. Sometimes they slipped through the cracks. Mistakes were made, even if the Empire didn’t dare admit it out loud. 

She stood tall after a moment of quietness, deciding that appeasing the smaller was the correct option. She hadn’t meant to antagonize, even if her body language strongly implied that it was.

”You’re behavior needs work, but I’ll let it slide this time...you’re fortunate to catch me in one of my better moods. State your name please.” @invadcrtak​

[edhelaran]

,:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ. *:･ﾟ 💎 @fairestfall​​

Night has yet to drape its shades over Arda’s fields, the halls of Eryn Galen’s palace ever twilit bathe in almost fiery shimmers of sunset’s golds and reds now.    The elvenking, clad in burgundy layers, pours steaming water into a cup which contains sage leaves; the odor would soon wander through that office chamber beneath the throne hall.    ❝ Fáwë ❞,  his call rings calm and monotonous when Thranduil senses her presence ere he may lay eyes on her form, albeit he does not lift his attention from the cup.    Another, yet empty, stands ready for Snow.

❝ I have news for you. As well as someone to introduce. ❞    That someone shines with absence still.    He puts the pot back onto the wooden counter, stands whilst steam dances afore his frame and, at last, the king sways keen gaze toward the entrance.    Expectation pinches dark brows, jewled fingers loosely interlace at his front as the teacup is still far too hot for touch; something he urgently desires to avoid.    ❝ But first and foremost, did we put the differences to rest ? ❞    Or need they address their youngest, tense parting one last time for clarification ?

PLANNED STARTER

[chainsxwsmile]

Earth Day! In my tolkien verse, Bruce favors nurturing and creating over destroying— which makes him a bit of a black sheep in Mordor. But outside of the Land of Shadow, he enjoys gardening, tending to trees whose canopies only he can reach, and transplanting saplings to the exterior of the forest where they won’t have to compete with their parent trees.

Snow’s ( @fairestfall ) clan of Orcs and Ologs turned against Sauron always could use some gardeners.