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having a snuggable animal in your home is like a constant minigame of ancestral persistence hunting, every morning this beast is getting yoinked from various parts of the house to indulge our daily ritual of bringing him back to bed for cuddling purposes. im like the doom guy in hell meme but instead of ronald reagan im looking for my cat
WHAT DO YOU MEAN SCARIAN WEDDING OFFICIATED BY GEM REAL NOT CLICKBAIT HELLO??????????????!!?!?
[clip courtesy of @isjasz the beloveddd]
do you guys ever think of "dehumanization as an act of love" or am i just uniquely deranged
the thing about hermitcraft and the life series is that all those settings are made up and dont require a lot of effort to like. map out or do any kind of research on. the maps just there its already built in. everything else can be made up on the spot easy peasy
that does mean however that virtually none of you have ever seen just how Actually Crazy i get when a setting is grounded in real life. and new york is a very, very real place
—anyway in the last three days ive learned enough about the NYC subway system to make educated guesses on which lines multiple trains might be rerouted to in the event of a tunnel collapse, mapped out exactly how much time it takes to walk between the Brooklyn Army Terminal and 49th St station, found a storefront for a shoe store that looks precisely like the Foot Shack building in ROTTMNT, started tracking cross-country freight trains, researching freight yards, and learning how to sneak into a box car. and this isnt even my final form
GRIAN SHOP LIFE MERCH HELLO??!???!???
hands the rise fandom another suspiciously shaped ticking package. dont even woarry about it<3👍
A rustle from the other end of the train car. "He asleep?" April asks, tense. Donnie's hand falters over his shell for a moment, then drifts back up to rest over Leo's neck. Gently, it presses in beneath his jaw, the persistent thump, thump, thump of his raddled heart cascading from carotid to the tips of Donnie's clever fingers; a data transference, the slipstream surge of information all centered in the rhythmic adagio of Leo's desolate pulse. Donnie's hand shuffles away again before reappearing at his right wrist to take the same measurements. His fingers coalesce in a ring around it for far longer than necessary, thumb rubbing in slow, distant sweeps over the soft skin just below Leo's calloused palm— the most unassailably human part of him. Beneath his plastron, Donnie's weight shifts, rearranging the way he's nudged Leo to drape over him with tiny, precise motions; the kind of meticulous care reserved only for the most delicate of experiments; the fine-boned cadence of two steady hands. "His heart rate is consistent with stage one NREM sleep, so— yes, I believe so." The hand at his wrist drifts across his pulse point one last time before coming to rest with warm, insistent pressure against the top of his nuchal scute. April sniffs, suspiciously wet. "Good." Then, tremulous: "What even was all that?" Donnie's next breath hitches in the middle, stuttering back from the meditative pattern he'd cycled under Leo for well over an hour— a missed stitch in the downy, woolen haze Leo now floats in. "Best guess? Panic attack with an extra side of meltdown." Donnie pauses, and even mired in fog Leo still constructs the image of sharp teeth digging into Donnie's lower lip effortlessly. Deep in his mind's eye and on the edge of sleep, Donnie worries at it, chewing with a middle-distant stare as he churns over whatever words he's dredging next. "The real question," he says at length, "is why, and what exactly triggered it." "That big brain of yours don't have any ideas?" Donnie snorts. "Well, obviously it has to do with the invasion— who could have guessed, shocker, I know!— but the data I don't have are any of the specifics." Pensive silence palls around them. "It must've been bad," Donnie murmurs, "to affect him like this." "Yeah," April agrees somewhat faintly. "Must have." Donnie's hand shifts to cup the back of Leo's head, a protective curl forward that brings Leo even closer under his chin. The animal instinct to run, freeze, hide slowly suffocates beneath its gentle heat, and Leo slides another inch deeper into the drowsy haar of half-consciousness. "He hasn't said anything about the— uh," April says abruptly, a whistle in the quiet. "You are going to have to be way more specific than that." Donnie's voice is dry. April sucks in a sharp breath. "The prison dimension." She says it plain, and a distant, muffled jolt lances down Leo's spine. "He hasn't talked to you about it? Said anything about what happened?"
Donnie hunches over him a fraction of an inch further. "No," he says, voice throbbing. "Nothing?" "Less than." An inarticulate noise rattles in the back of his throat: half-scoff, half–bitten-off–hiss. Pressed flush to the soft underside of his jaw, it thrums in Leo's browbone. "He's…" A rapid shake, skimming over Leo's head. "I… contrary to popular belief, I do have an understanding of emotional behaviors and processes, but this is… I don't know." The words fount as if torn from the meat of his throat, dyed red and dripping helpless viscera. "I just don't know, April. He's been— weird." "You mean weirder than usual?" A hint of wry amusement flickers to life in April's voice only to gutter just as fast. "Weird how?" "I don't even know how to describe it," Donnie repeats, every subsequent syllable coiling around the room tighter, tighter, into the frayed silhouette of a noose. "He's not… something's different, but I just can't put my finger on it. He isn't Leo anymore."
something's in the air...
... and it's @ascarianzine dropping tomorrow!! Here's a preview of my piece, a Hunger AU scarian special written just for the zine!! :D Happy Valentine's Day to the couple ever, and make sure to give this zine a download once it comes out!!!<3 ^-^
Grian's like 2 minute bit in his latest Impossible Minecraft vid where he spawn-camps Skizz and Jimmy with active redstone literally has me on the verge of passing out from lack of oxygen HELP.... its the way they can only get out one word pleas and screams between respawns i stg i have not laughed this hard in MONTHS there is smth terrible and pesky happening on this server guys
