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rosemusic

I desperately need the money, so here’s Money Susie brought back.

phantomofthecafe

Only time shall tell, and also my wallet

weepingdog

please

icebergcab

Oh gods please, i need kandi bead moolah

tunathemergod24

i really wanna get money up to go to a concert next year so hopefully i can get a job with this

#money susie

ballard96

tunathemergod24

PROUD YUME/SELFSHIPPER!!! I AM CRINGE AND FREE

xskullytonx

🌻Finn's emote pack from me to you!🌻

A little gift I decided to work on for all the Finn enjoyer and to celebrate for both the plushie and getaway audio 🌸

Come get our wife! ~They’re for Personal Use Only! ~

2 sizes are available (128x and 320x), suitable for Discord or however you want to use them

No need to credit me when use (but it’s very appreciated) If you're downloading it on mobile, you'll need an archive extractor/WinRar-like app to extract the file

What y’all do with them won’t concern me, but all I ask is that you DON’T use them for marketing purposes or claim the art as your own!!

If you have any questions or issues regarding the emotes, don’t hesitate to contact me ^^

It’s not much, but I hope y’all enjoy them as much as I had fun drawing them as usual 🌸

tunathemergod24

I LOVE MY WIFE

#yuurivoice #yuurivoice finn #finn yuurivoice

yuurivoice

The Cottage Core Finn Plushie is now available thanks to our friends at Makeship! Help us smash our goal of 500 plushies sold and schedule a date with your favorite florist today!

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tunathemergod24

omg guys my husband finn has finally given birth to our baby boy finn jr <33 isn't he gorgeous

#yuurivoice #yuurivoice finn

thealwaysbrokengirl

i got this idea after a friend mentioned alrry with short hair

#i love larry johnson!!#he’s so cute #sallyface #sally face

r3dc4b00s3

‼️ IMPORTANT‼️ ‼️DON'T KEEP SCROLLING OR SKIP‼️

Unfortunately this original post is no longer up, but I'm still sharing to spread the word.

cool-jpgs-of-wizards-with-swords

YOU. BLOG SETTINGS.

HIT THE BUTTON. KILL AI

qthewhatever

this is under "Visibility" on mobile!

not-eli

it's always "ily" and never Ilaytwilatcgatm 😞

#i wish he was real #i love him so much

secretariatess

My heart says to continue playing Stardew Valley, but my brain reminds me that I've written 0 words, and midnight is three hours away.

rollforshenanigans-deactivated2

sometimes a found family is a gamer girl, her anxious (see: traumatized) pretty boy, her obnoxious rich (secretely soft) boy, a baseball star, and a non-binary/agender clueless wizard pulling the strings and ya know that can be so personal

#so real #please someone watch romantic killer #it’s so good and i need someone to rant to

catmask

im a man when its funny im a woman when its funny and when nothing is funny i drop to all fours and maul you like a wolf

writing-prompt-s

“How many people have died to achieve this world domination of yours?” “769.” “…What?” “769 people died to achieve my plans. I counted them, and had each of their names etched on my throne so I never forget what my victory cost the world. Now tell me, how many have you killed to see me dead?”

rabbityfrogs

I sit on my throne, awaiting the arrival of the so-called hero into my chamber. All is silent in the chamber, empty save for me, and the low flickering of the flames that provide illumination. Then, all of a sudden, the ‘hero’ breaks down the door, and steps in, glaring at me.

“Vasilia! For too long has your unholy conquest gone unchecked! I am here to stop you, to avenge the lives of the countless people you have slaughtered!”

At this, I let out a small laugh, before my face almost shows a sign of grief, which puzzles the hero. “I wouldn’t say countless, that does them such a grave disservice. No, I have killed exactly 769 souls to get to where I am today.”

“Y-you… 769.. You counted them?”

“Yes, I counted them. It grieves me every single waking hour the weight of my necessary evil, but I know I must never forget them, lest I become a monster. I have every single one of their names etched into the gold of my throne, an ever present reminder of the lives that have been lost because of me.” I step off of my throne, my cloak billowing behind me, and I turn towards the throne, and the words etched onto it.

“Isaac Welson. He was a wheat farmer by trade, but he longed to be an artist. He was recruited into this rebellion of yours, and sacrificed himself for a hope of a different future, never able to create the art he dreamed of. Elanor Fallow. She was a sailor, and loved the open sea. She died tragically, not trusting the instructions of how to flee the city to safer ground before my siege, the start of my war to unify these lands. she was one of the first to fall, far away from the sea that she loved.” My face grows sad, grief overtaking me. “I mourn each and every life that I had to take, and it hurts my heart every single day to know of them. Now I must ask you, you who calls yourself a hero, how many people have you murdered?”

“I- I don’t know…” the self-styled hero admits, in a low, shallow whisper.

I give a short sigh before I speak. This was what I had expected, but it still hurts. “2,036. That is how many lives you have killed in furtherance of your rebellion. Two-Thousand and Thirty Six lives cut short, and you didn’t even know their names.”

The one who calls themself a hero staggers, grief overtaking their face. “I- that- no, h-how would you know?”

“Because, ‘hero’. I counted them as well, as yet another reminder to bear on my soul. 1,047 people died when you destroyed the great convoy of ships in the Eastern Riverway. It was true that the convoy had information critical to my unification, but you were mistaken when you believed all of the ships belonged to me. Only one did, the rest were innocent traders, each with their own lives and longings. I mourned each and every one of their lives for weeks, and you never even thought about them.”

“I-” The professed hero could not bear to speak, only now realising the weight of the actions that brought them here.

I look at the hero, and continue. “Five-hundred and sixty-three. That is how many people you killed during the breach of the grand vault of the Southern Capitol. A necessary heist to fund your rebellion, but if you believed exploding the end of the vault rather than storming it saved lives, you are gravely mistaken. Five-hundred and sixty-three people were in the vault, withdrawing money for the day’s shopping, or depositing their payment from yesterday’s work. All of them died. Isabelle Wilson was one of these, a child, only just turned 11. Her mothers had brought her to the vault to teach her how money works, the first time she had ever been to the grand building. And still, you didn’t even know her name, or any of the others you killed that day.”

Tears begin to streak the hero’s face, but I continue.

“Four-hundred and twelve. That is how many people died in the battles that lead you to my gates. Only half of them were soldiers of mine. The remaining two-hundred and 6 were innocent civilians, innocent civilians like Jett Lowen. They were 17, and were set to turn 18 the next day. They went to sleep at the end of the night, along with their parents, Filicia & Owen, and their younger sister, Amelia. They all went to sleep, resting after a long day of work. They never heard the soldiers of your rebellion surround the city, nor did they hear the launching of the bombs, nor the explosion that killed them in their sleep, the day before Jett would have become an adult.”

A small tear streaks across my face, before I once again continue. “You killed fourteen more people today, storming this castle. They were my most loyal guards, my trusted friends, who were planning on having a party tomorrow, a day of revel and joy. They defended my castle to their dying breaths, as you took their lives from them.”

The hero is aghast at their actions, the thousands of deaths unknown to them before now suddenly all at once weighing on their soul, tears streaking their face. I take a breath, and walk towards them, my soul filled with grief. “Yes, I have killed hundreds, and their deaths weigh on me every single day. Yet you killed thousands in an attempt to bring me down, and never even knew a single one’s name. I do hope they will be forgiving, if you do see them soon.” I take out the sword that had been concealed in my cloak, and stab it into the hero. Their eyes, and the words engraved on the sword, stare back at me. The eyes of the hero show nothing but grief, shock, and horror, and they go deep into my soul along with the words written on the sword. Remember & Mourn, for they had a life, with wonderful joys. I grab the tools next to the throne, and carve their name into the throne, with tears streaking down my face. 770 lives taken.

unfortunately-i-exist

Bro???

I went through all 5 stages of grief

this is so good-

lesbianbanana

The Greeks would absolutely terrify the Romans

Think about it, the Greeks know that the chances of them living past 18 are pretty fucking slim. Their whole lives are just tragedys. They don't make life plans because they know they aren't going to live that long. They know even if they do make it to adulthood, they're never gonna be safe from the monsters, and they're never gonna be able to live normal lives. These kids are probably getting absolutely wasted at 13. These kids go to party's and sing and scream and dance like it's the last time they'll ever get the chance because as far as they know, it is. Aphrodite let's the Greeks find their soulmates young so they'll actually get to have time together before one gets killed. The Greeks probably went for years thinking they had no future.

Then there's the Romans who do have futures. They have a place where they can go and live after they've served the Legion. A place that's safe from monsters and that's full of people that understand the life of being a demigod. They can go to school and get married and have kids and all that stuff. They plan for their futures. The second they finish their ten years, they know exactly what they want to do. Sure, sometimes they don't live that long, but I'm willing to bet they have more of a chance to than the Greeks do.

The Greeks terrify the Romans, because their only goal is to not die.