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[lockoutkey]

Imagine getting banned from Tumblr.com for saying what Karl did to Philza. No really he did, trust me.

i can’t believe ckarl [redacted redacted redacted] honestly jail

[wildcardjoey]

Ah yes, the stage of sleep deprivation where you start feeling neuraltipical

[lockoutkey]

@wildcardjoey also hit postlimit

CAN YALL STOP

[mcytblrsexymen]

Is Round 5 composed of two 1v1v1v1's with the finals being Round 6, or are the brackets missing a Round 6 between the 1v1's of Round 5 and the final Round 7?

...

uh. hm. well.

...............so there will perhaps be a SLIGHT change to the sexyman bracket to add a semifinals,

[lizhly-writes]

for the transmigrator KNW AU

This idea seems unlikely since KDJ would have to connect like three puzzle pieces consecutively and accept that something that didn't happen in the novel could theoretically happen without actually seeing it play out, it seems more likely KDJ would see KNW staring at a blank screen for hours and assume he's just copying him.

But say in the 6th scenario he's musing how Peaceland was a manga that got turned into reality in TWSA and now TWSA was become his reality and there's layers, or when he's in the car on the way to claim his new dukedom with a plan to manipulate his master using a message through the Wall of Impossible Communication and suddenly the idea of Peaceland and the fact Transmigrators exist are both in his head and either way he connects Kim Namwoon's new constant phone use to his own reading of TWSA as well as layered fiction becoming reality and transmigration and suddenly Kim 'Control C the Entire 999th Round for My Self Insert Fanfic' Dokja is now very aware of an already rogue element being not just irregular but with a tier greater when it comes to information.

Meanwhile Kim Namwoon is trying to glean what he can from the wiki and Discord while contracting Forty Thousand Year Old Crush disease

HI THERE IT’S BEEN SEVEN MONTHS BUT I’M HERE.

You’re right! It’s pretty unlikely! I wouldn’t say it’s impossible, because who knows what’s possible? But to be found out, Kim Namwoon would need to be actively scheming - he’d need to be DOING SHIT, and he’d have to be making obvious changes other than the ones that ensure his survival. The stupid comments and the phone staring he keeps doing is suspicious, but probably not suspicious ENOUGH.

There are simply too many pieces for Kim Dokja to put together. I think he might get a gist that KNW knows more than he should, depending on what happens, but I think the closest conclusion that he could possibly reach from that is that KNW has read Ways of Survival.

So here’s something that I haven’t disclosed: Kim Dokja can… kind of read Kim Namwoon’s Attribute Window.

Well, from his point of view, Kim Namwoon’s Attribute Window shows up perfectly. It’s just that, unbeknownst to him, it’s full of lies. Kim Namwoon’s Attribute Window, to everyone but Kim Namwoon himself, does not reflect the status of Kim Namwoon. It instead reflects what he thinks that Kim Namwoon, the character, would have.

This is the same skill that hides his phone screen, if you were wondering. I might call it Canon Compliance, maybe.

So. Kim Dokja, if Kim Namwoon is being especially suspicious, would probably initially think that KNW has some kind of precognitive ability or some kind of sponsor feeding him information, and then, when KNW’s attribute window reflects nothing of the sort, get incredibly confused.

The whole apostle business probably gives him the hint that KNW might have had a ‘’??th to get off” Attribute that had gotten removed very early on, since we do have an example of that happening with one of the prophets. The idea of a real person becoming fictional is quite firmly implanted in his brain, especially, yes, with the Peaceland arc happening. This could put him on the trail of “did KNW used to be a real person”, which is… sort of accurate. Certainly accurate enough for him to find hints that support it.

And he would interrogate KNW based on that.

KNW might, quite possibly, just agree with KDJ’s conclusion, because it nicely explains everything he’s doing without actually being true, and KDJ would be… not satisfied, exactly, because this conclusion has some very weird implications. Incredibly weird implications. If Kim Namwoon used to be a real person, was there once a version of WOS that existed without Kim Namwoon? How did KNW become fictional to begin with? If there was never a version of WOS that existed without KNW, then was KNW somehow fated to become fictional? Stuff like this, you know.

But! It is likely if anything weird about Kim Namwoon comes up, he would use the above as an explanation. You know, until Kim Namwoon does something that blatantly contradicts what Kim Dokja’s conclusion, which is really just as simple as exhibiting knowledge beyond what he should have as a prophet whose knowledge of the story has caught up to him, or using a skill that’s not listed in his Attribute Window. Again: HIS ATTRIBUTE WINDOW IS FULL OF LIES.

So like… maybe like this?

At first glance, the branch in his hand is utterly and completely normal. Sure, maybe the bark is a bit pale and the leaves are a bit dark, but that’s it. It’s nothing that would warrant another look. Of course, upon taking another look, there are multiple things wrong with it. There’s no color to it, for one, everything a gray monotone, and it’s strangely empty of detail. Most obviously, the leaves are less leaves than they are a mess of cross hatches, each stroke of graphite perfectly distinguishable if you pay even a little bit of attention. It’s as if God had roughly scratched this branch into existence instead of letting it grow naturally from tree. Which is exactly what Kim Namwoon had just done. “If you gave me a few minutes, I could do something better,” Kim Namwoon gripes, staring resentfully at it. He’s agitatedly tapping a pencil stub against a slightly scuffed up notebook. “Shitty fucking shading job, but for a demonstration, I guess it’s --” “It’s good,” Kim Dokja says. Kim Namwoon stops tapping his pencil. “It is? I mean--” his voice takes on a pleased tone course it is. It’s not real or anything, but it’s still super cool, isn’t it?” The branch has no weight, no heft. It casts no proper shadow on the ground. As a sketch, it would be a good representation, but hardly photorealistic. As a piece of reality that Kim Namwoon had just casually pulled from paper, it’s… slightly unsettling. “If I had some paints, it’d look more impressive. Maybe if I had a tablet? I don’t know if it’ll work with a tablet, though, maybe it needs to be traditional media specifically. It works with blood, though, I tried that already -- ” Kim Dokja remembers this skill. Some one-off character had had it in the 35th regression, using it to make illusions. He doesn’t remember Kim Namwoon having this skill. It might not be nearly as combat effective as Blackening, but it’s still notable enough to be at least mentioned. He’s come to terms with Kim Namwoon having an art hobby, but is that hobby really enough to develop into this​? [The exclusive skill, Character List is activated.] [Name: Kim Namwoon. Age: 19. Constellation Support: Abyssal Black Flame Dragon Private Attribute: Chuunibyou (General) Exclusive Skills: Unusual Adaptability Lv. 13, Knife Fighting Lv. 11, Blackening Lv. 11] … It’s not in there. “This is an artist’s skill?” Kim Dokja says, cutting off Kim Namwoon, who had been in the middle of a rant about art supplies. “Uh, yeah?” Kim Namwoon says. “Duh?” It should be in there. [The exclusive skill, Character List is activated.] [Exclusive Skills: Unusual Adaptability Lv. 13, Knife Fighting Lv. 11, Blackening Lv. 11] Why isn’t it in there? [The exclusive skill, Character List is activated.] [Exclusive Skills: Unusual Adaptability Lv. 13, Knife Fighting Lv. 11, Blackening Lv. 11] [The exclusive skill, Character List is activated.] [Exclusive Skills: Unusual Adaptability Lv. 13, Knife Fighting Lv. 11, Blackening Lv. 11] [The exclusive skill, Character List is activated.] [Exclusive Skills: ■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■ ] [An error has occurred.] “...Yo, Ahjussi? Are you going to have a stroke or something, your eye’s twitching.”

And then Kim Dokja would realize there is something very very wrong here.

Now, I don't know if I'm going to actually give Kim Namwoon this skill, it seems like a lot, but if I DID --

The reason why Kim Namwoon knows this works with blood is because he got a cut on his hand that didn't stop bleeding for a bit, so he got bored and started using it to doodle, like a dumbass. He almost finished a red rose before the cut stopped bleeding. Yes, the thought occurred to him that he could give it to Lee Jihye. No, he did not plan on actually doing so. Yes, he ended up doing it anyway when Lee Jihye jumpscared him and he threw it at her face.

Forty Thousand Year Old Crush disease, man. It's rough.

[juststarsandthemoon]

@wildcardjoey

people who go through the main tags of big and tumultuous fandoms looking for new fresh good posts to reblog are essential to any circle. they’re like true hunter gatherers leaving the safety of settlement and braving the unknown wilderness to find food for the flock. they risk their lives every day and will come back with a few scratches at best and severe psychological damage at worst

[sparrowsocks]

H- Hh h how can these people have less viewing comprehension than fucking Tumblr users

Man. Buildmart isn’t even the most overwhelming game.

THEYRE ALL OVERWHELMING AND COLOURFUL AND FUN, THATS THE POINT.

They just want to make buildmart sound like the plague because their streamer isn’t good at it.

My streamer sucks at every single pvp game and I still cheer him on. I don’t go cancel battle box for being *checks notes* ableist.

Guys I’m disabled. I know what ableism is and It is not a MINECRAFT event that is meant to be fun.

Anyway i stan buildmart and I also stan sands of mart.

[asterthecalico]

I hit post limit but I had to argue against your take just now so you get this ask.

While you make a great argument, Jack is Xb since they are both forgotten and friends to the one who got left out for the first half of the rebellion but still supporting the opposition and opposing the establishment very vocally despite that (niki/jevin).

Tango is Sam to me personally for very little reason other than all the other members of Pogtopia have someone that fits them better than Impulse does except Ponk as well as the mental image of Tango simply building Decked out and putting Xisuma at the other end and Xisuma being imprisoned that way since he's too much of a deep to ever escape is hilarious, although they share others.

!!! First ask :D

Ok you raise a good point with xb, however for Sam I think impulse would be good since on top of the redstoner and guardian connections etc I feel like he has the character potential to get caught up in duty but keep his soft spot for whoever Tommy is. In this case Grian would make a great Tommy.

[12u3ie]

I have never read any of your works but there's a Worm man au in there so I assume you're a fan of him which also automatically makes yoi obnoxious about Evil Xisuma

Only in the sense that when someone present fanon as canon I go “well, actually-” like a bitch lmaoo

[end-the-calamity]

Ty for tagging me!! This picrew is so gosh darn cute >:3.

@itsmongoose223 @wildcardjoey

Tag game: make yourself as a little guy

Tagged by: @thanatos-zagreus-shagreus

Tagging: @thiamsxbitch @rhyslahey @myinnerguineapig and whoever else is up for doing it 💙

[wither-rose-circus]

3008, 4918, or the one about the sapient Catholic fox who rules a kingdom of sapient woodland creatures in the woods of the continental united states.

[lockoutkey]

Finally finished typing out the end poem what's the damage

my personal damage is i have to go to the bank what’s ur damage

[ekat-fandom-blog]

Masterpost thingy

Unless stated otherwise these are prompts. Not all are explained.

Welcome Celebration - Jason becomes a Lord/Knight of the Infinite Realms because of the All Blades.

Cass's Secret - Dragon au w/Cass & Dora

Haunted House - DannyxDamian go on a date. It ends poorly.

Best Memory, Worst Memory - Soulmate au w/ Barry and Danny

Soulmate Song - DanxDick (and @feline-gal 's fic)

Meets me, Meets me not - Soulmate au w/ JazzxBruce

Fairy Tale Curse - 6 characters from DP and 6 characters from DC get cursed and have to complete 13 fairy tales.

Halfa Jason meets Jack Fenton

Whoopsie - Dick becomes a halfa.

Ghost Forms - My theory on how ghost forms work (at least for halfas)

Peter Pan AU - Danny becomes Peter Pan. JL become pirates.

Disappearing act - Justice League and Young Justice disappear. The Teen Titans (& Team Phantom) are left behind.

Electrical Trauma Fic - Nightwing triggers a trauma response in Danny.

Alternate Ric Incident - Dick becomes a halfa and meets Danny.

Date Week - Bruce and Selina go to Amity Park for a nice week off from the batkids. It doesn't go as planned.

Vlad Finds a Baby - Vlad finds a baby batkid.

Jason's Weird Day - Jason has a weird day. Dani's day is fine until she meets Jason and makes it weird.

Prompt - Danny guards some mythical beings in the watchtower

Shifter AU - Tim and Jason are cat shifters.

Immortal Enemies - Danny causes Vandal Savage's and Immortal Man's immortality.

Creepy sentence prompt

Part 1 Part 2 - Fic where sleep deprived Danny and Dani catch Klarion. Has the prompt attached.

Hogwarts Escape Room - The entire extended Justice League gets transported to a Hogwarts themed escape room and the Shazamily are the only ones that remember that fact. Edit: Might re-write this so I'm not using terf content. I haven't kept up with the Harry Potter bs and didn't realize it was that problematic until a few hours after it posted. The reason I'm leaving it as-is is because where this prompt takes place isn't too integral to the plot, but I haven't found a suitable replacement yet as it (preferably) still needs magic school ties. If anyone has suggestions, please let me know.

Batboys Boyband

Bounty Hunter DCxDP - Danny's a bounty hunter and he and his bounties run into DC heroes and villains.

Fear Toxin - Fear toxin gets an unexpected side effect.

Batfam Mythical Au Part 1 - Bruce is a dragon.

IDK What to call this one - Dani gets adopted. The Wayne's get curious. The Fenton's visit Gotham.

Bounty Hunter AU - Danny's a bounty hunter and the ghosts are his bounties.

Medieval Royal AU - Vlad is king of Wisconsin and Amity Park. This leads to Danny becoming a prince after some shenanigans.

Gods & Goddesses AU - What if the ghosts were gods instead.

Sleep Deprived Gala - Danny , Tim, and Jason go to a gala.

Adult - Captain Marvel needs an adult.

Flash meets a ghost - Flash runs into Cujo then Danny.

Proxy - Danny becomes Pariah's proxy and has to deal with anything that Pariah normally would if he was sane and awake.

Half Sibling - Prompt created by the prompt wheel. Tim is Jazz and Danny's half sibling.

Sleepy Time - Jazz, Sam, and Tucker force Danny to go to sleep. The Justice League freak out.

Dragons and Ghost - Batman's a dragon. Danny is a (half) ghost. The two are surprisingly similar.

How Monarchs are Chosen - Ghost King Danny. Dani's next in line. (I might add more in the future)

Supernatural Au - Dean!Danny and Sam!Jazz. I wouldn't say it's a crossover but I've been wrong before.

Angy Baby! - Dani finds Match and brings him to Amity Park.

Memory Loss Billy Batson - Captain Marvel forgets everything about Billy.

Stuck in the Ghost Zone - One of the DC heroes gets stuck in the Ghost Zone.

Constantine Bingo - Short fic I wrote based off the prompt. (prompt included)

Milk Blood - Based on the writing prompt of everyone being born with milk white blood and every time you break a law your blood gets darker.

Balance Au and (my and @wildcardjoey's) Additions - Danny is Lord(or embodiment, the additions focus on 'lord' tho) of Balance.

Memory Loss Danny - Danny loses his memory and joins YJ.

Uncanny Valley - Danny moves to Gotham. He looks like the Batboys. All of them.

Unholy amount of Holidays - Headcanon about how the batfam celebrates every holiday in December.

Luthor Adopts Conner - Luthor fights Superman for custody of Conner.

[loud-whistling-yes]

... So, turns out I did end up writing a part 2 to the oneshot after all, considering im pretty sure red techno anon has now birthed a new au. hooray...?

@wildcardjoey good morning! this thing is 2400 words long. god help me.

(tagging people last i knew wanted a part 2: @parchmentengineer @dragongobrr @carbonated-roses @sunny-is-in-the-void @offcameras @cc3204 ​)

Edit: now available on Ao3! 

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“The fuck are you people doing down there?” Tommy hollered, voice echoing down the canyon. The group — five people, he counted, all looked up to him.

“Watch your language!” One of them shouted back, and Tommy snorted, a grin creeping up his face.

“Dick!” He cupped his hands and yelled down at them. “Ass! Fuck! Shit! Bitch! Cock! Dick, dick, dick, dick-”

The one with the red helmet and a stupid backpack stomped their foot. He burst out laughing. Oh well, things were getting a little boring around his house anyways, he could use some entertainment.

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“How did you get here? Pretty sure this server is private or some shit. Y’all just gonna-”

“Why won’t he stop swearing.” Grian complained through gritted teeth. Pearl laughed. 

“You’ve challenged him into a battle. I don’t think you’re gonna win anytime soon.” She grinned, studying the funny boy up the canyon. He had blond hair, tied into a short and messy ponytail behind him, and was that a butterfly clip in his hair? Around his neck was a faded green bandana over a white t-shirt with sleeves as red and loud as his voice was.

The boy squinted. At least, Pearl was pretty sure he was squinting — it’s hard to tell from the distance. 

“You guys need a rope to get out? No one dug a staircase down yet.” He hollered at them. 

“We’ll be fine, thanks!” Grian replied, pulling off his dummy suit. The rest did the same. Pearl stretched her wings. Hers were nowhere as bulky as Grian’s or Impulse’s bird and demon wings, but moth wings are unfortunately a lot less foldable than theirs. The hard backpack Scar made for her might’ve saved her wings from tearing, but wow was her back sore.

Impulse raised an eyebrow, eyeing Grian’s head. “Grian, buddy... looks like your horns got bigger...”

Grian looked over to him, hands reaching up to touch the side of his head, before humming in amusement. Ever since he first got the Tegg at the start of Season 8 (wow, that felt like ages ago) little horns had poked out from the top of his head. They grew horrendously slowly throughout the season. In fact, Pearl was pretty sure his horns barely grew over an inch over the course of six months? Now though, his horns curved up from his hair, much more similar to Impulse’s than before. It must’ve grown at least an inch- no, two inches since their escape.

How long had they been in the void?

“Your wings are changing too,” Mumbo pointed out, gesturing at his molting wings. Grian’s red-yellow-blue feathers of a parrots’ scattered in a mess on the ground, his wings currently in awkward patches of black and the old colours. He unfolded one of the limbs, revealing that the wing was almost completely covered in black scales, turning purple at the tips. Small clumps of parrot feathers clung stubbornly onto the leathery skin, refusing to come off no matter how hard he shook. 

It was silent for a moment. Even Grian himself stared in shock.

“Holy shit, you people have wings?! Where the fu-”

“Grian, when did you have dragon wings?!”

“I mean-” Grian squeaked, everyone electing to ignore the screaming teen above them- “They were molting a bit on the last week before the moon big thing happened, but I thought it’d take forever for them to change completely, not-” He turned his backpack upside down, an impressive amount of brightly-coloured feathers were dumped onto the floor- “this!”

“Well, we did spend like a week’s time floating through the void.” Scar scratched his head. “Maybe that kicked off your dragon puberty?”

“Scar, I love you, but never put those two words together like that ever-”

“Are you guys gonna come up or what?”

“Coming!” Impulse replied for the rest, stretching his own wings. “Grian, you take Mumbo and I take Scar?”

“Sure,” Grian shrugged, trying one last futile attempt at patting off the last of his feathers before grabbing onto Mumbo by the armpits, Impulse did the same with Scar. Elytras were banned on the ship to save space in the suits. Unfortunately, that meant that both Mumbo and Scar will probably have to rely on Grian and Impulse for the foreseeable future. Pearl wished she could help, but alas, having wings as thin as paper was not suitable for carrying the weight of more than one person (she tried it with Gem once; it took her respawning to fix that nasty tear through the back). 

Grian flapped his wings. Once, twice, and the two of them lifted up into the air. Then Grian titled to his side with an awkward turn and before they knew it there was a sharp yelp and Mumbo was back on the ground with Grian collapsed onto him. 

“You guys sure that you don’t need help?”

“I’m fine,” Grian grumbled, pulling himself and Mumbo up. Pearl turned to the blond boy up the crater and gave him a thumbs up, laughing awkwardly. 

“I think the feathers are throwing me off-balance..” Grian dusted himself off, yanking at one of his feathers before hissing in pain when it stayed on the leathery skin. He massaged the area he pulled at, probably regretting his decision. 

He flapped his wings again, testing his flight abilities. Once, twice, thrice, he was well over their heads by now, the wind sending the feathers he dumped on the ground flying as well — then he took a sudden swerve right. Pearl ducked as he crashed onto the floor yet again, feathers fluttering back onto the ground and over him. 

“I could’ve braided the goddamned rope needed to get you guys out by now with the time you’re taking to fly.”

Pearl giggled, watching as Mumbo pulled Grian off the floor, dusting off his feathers in the process. She cupped her hands, yelling at the general direction above her. “We’re stuck, could you go get the rope?”

The boy sprinted off, presumably to get the aforementioned rope. 

“If dragon wings are anything like demon wings,” Impulse chuckled, folding his own wings back down, poking at Grian’s scales. “Then you’ll have to wait till all those feathers drop before you can fly again. They’re really fussy about balance.”

Grian groaned, wings folding out and raised fully like they do when he gets distressed. Back when his wings were feathered they would’ve puffed up as well just to get the point across. Now though the remaining strands of feathers stood up awkwardly amongst the unfazed dragon scales — it was quite a pathetic sight to be honest. 

“The horns took forever to grow out,” Grian complained, head in his two hands. “How long is shedding a few damned feathers gonna take?”

“Oi!” The voice Pearl had begun to grow accustomed to echoed down the crater, interrupting their current conversation. The boy from earlier returned, hand full of a large bundle of rope. Beside him was another person, dragging a hammock behind him.

The person- what were they, actually? They looked almost translucent, as if light went through them without any acknowledgement from their part. They wore black-and-white all over, cloak floating and fluttering in odd ways unlike the wind would do. Even their skin was black-and-white, split down the middle, and they were tall, taller than the other boy by a head, if Pearl had to hazard a guess. 

They turned to the boy, nodding as he seemed to give them some instructions, before he turned away and disappeared from the ledge with one end of the rope with him. The person sat down, taking the rope with one hand and the other holding- were they tying it to the hammock?

They got up after a while, both hands full of the now stringed-up hammock, peering over the ledge and looking over at the group. Pearl was pretty sure they had green and red eyes.

“Oh, hello!” They— oh wait, it’s a he— he greeted, head tilting as he studied the group. 

“Hello!” Scar broke into his characteristic smile, waving at him.

“Tommy’s tying the rope to the fence over there,” The person— ghost?— pointed his chin at the general direction of where the boy had gone. “He said you guys can’t fly? I don’t really know why he said that, considering the only two-”

“Boo!” The boy — Tommy, Pearl now knew him as, hollered from somewhere she couldn’t see. The ghost turned to look behind him. “Yeah?”

Soon enough, Tommy came back in sight, hands now lacking the rope he was holding onto from earlier. He muttered a few words to the ghost— was his name Boo? That’s a cute name— before being handed over the hammock. 

He threw the hammock down towards them, the fabric landing on top of Grian, much to his annoyance. A shriek-like laughter rang from above.

“Very funny.” Grian muttered, pulling the green hammock off him. The rest bit back their own laughter.

“Who’s the lightest of you bunch down there?” Tommy tugged at the rope, causing the hammock to jump up-and-down. There was no hesitation; they all pointed at Grian.

“Get in there, we don’t have all day!” He ordered. 

Grian crawled into the hammock, grumbling all the way. “This kid is gonna be the death of me.”

“Oh come on, he’s helping!” Mumbo laughed, patting him on the back. The hammock suddenly shot up, and Grian yelped, almost falling off. He swung side-to-side like an out-of-control swing.

“Don’t fucking move!” Tommy’s voice rang down again. “Boo, pull harder- You’re really fucking heavy, you know that?”

Grian gritted his teeth, probably resisting the urge to inform Tommy that if even Mumbo could toss him over the shoulder with one hand it probably meant that Tommy had the physical strength of an endermite soaking with a weakness potion if he found him of all people heavy. Then the hammock suddenly dropped and Grian screeched, before catching his heart halfway up his throat when the falling stopped. 

“You guys need help up there?” Impulse asked, hands cupped together and looking up.

“I thought you people- oh my god this was a fucking mistake- coudn’t fly?”

As if on cue, both Pearl and Impulse opened up their wings. Impulse tilted his head at the others. “Are you guys gonna be okay down here?”

Mambo nodded, before continuing his concerned spectation of Grian being dangled up the canyon walls. Scar gave them a thumbs up. “We’ll be fine, I’ll make sure Grian doesn’t go splat on the ground!”

Impulse shook his head, hiding his smile, and the two of them were off. Pearl landed first, earning a startled yelp from Tommy and an amused “Hello!” from Boo, followed by an extremely distressed Grian screaming as Tommy loosened his grip on the rope. The line went taut suddenly, and the screaming stopped. 

Pearl turned behind her; Impulse was gripping onto the rope, chuckling awkwardly. “Hey guys…”

“You’re telling me only that guy can’t fly even with wings?” Tommy blinked, before looking over the cliffside to stare at Grian.

“I heard that!” Grian yelled from somewhere below. 

The rest of the process went a lot more smoothly afterwards, Grian back on solid ground after several quick tugs with Impulse on the team, followed by Mumbo, and Scar was picked up by Impulse while the rest focused on getting Mumbo up, just to speed things up a little. 

“So,” Mumbo started, after everyone had managed to pull him up the cliffside. “Asking on the behalf of everyone else here, who are you guys, and where exactly are we?”

Just as the same time Tommy mutters “Shouldn’t I be the first to ask?” under his breath, Boo answers cheerfully. “Oh, I’m Boo — Ghostboo is my full name, this is Tommy, and you’re on the Dream SMP!”

“I’m sorry, we’re in the what-” Grian cutted himself off, head spinning towards the sky above the canyon, eyes snapping into full attention. “Our stuff!” 

The entire group stared at the sky, Boatem searching wildly for whatever Grian picked up, Tommy and Boo squinted at the sky, puzzled at the reactions. A flash of dark colours appeared in the sky, from afar it looked like random objects on parachutes. Pearl focused harder at the spots, a cow, a horse… Nugget!

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“Is that a fucking horse in a parachute.” Tommy deadpanned, watching as the demon and the moth hybrid sped through the air to catch the slow-falling animals mid-flight. At the other side of the L’Manhole the other three people yelled from the ground. The guy in the red sweater in particular — was his name Grian?— danced around like a headless chicken, staring up into the sky and screeching whenever a weird black object swayed in the wind.

“I think the girl is holding an egg.” Boo shielded his eyes from the sunlight, observing the scene like it was a drama spoken in a different language: you can kinda tell what the people are doing, but sure as hell ain’t gonna know what the fuck is going on in the bigger picture. “Oh wait, no, it’s a black cat- oh wait no it’s a black cat and a big black egg.”

“Why the fuck, in the two damned dimensions, would there be a big black egg.”

“Don’t look at me, I don’t know ei- oh! The demon guy is shoving the cow and the horse towards the water.”

Tommy looked down at the crater. Sure enough, there was the shadow of a horse and a cow slowly growing larger over a pool of water down below. “I think he also has a white cat with him,” Boo added, watching as the girl swooped back down to the ground near the three other people. The guy in the red sweater scooped up the gigantic egg, black wings wrapping around himself protectively like a goddamn mother hen sitting over her eggs. 

“Pretty sure the cat is yellow, Boo.” Tommy argued, studying the scene across the canyon. “Also, did the red guy lay that fucking egg or something? Why is he so… like that with it.”

“Incoming!- Oop, the horse is in the water now… and the cow. Do we have to pull them up with the hammock too?”

He sighed, watching the five new lunatics scramble around one of Eret’s towers, rescuing the random animals that fell from the sky. Again, they never told him how they got here?

“What the fuck…”

[sparrowsocks]

oh yea happy birthday

Joey we’ve been “mutuals” for over a year. How could you do this to me.

[aquilacraft]

@wildcardjoey I require fanfiction or art

So, uh, put that in your headcannon and light the fuse I guess