#also technically

[1driedpersimmon]

Mostly Therion this time but some Alfy and octo2 as well :)

[magicalgirlmindcrank]

Trail Cam Footage

[pepperonitowerask]

Oh btw happy pride month

[lena-oleanderson]

god - collected writings

from: side wounds | precious wound | stay away | against such things there is no law | shooting star

[sairitaikutsu]

Wait wait mk1 fic idea

Liu kang takes one too many drinks or smth in one of Johnny’s house parties (enough to make him tipsy, almost drunk, idk. Idk if that’s even possible but for the sake of this let’s say it is) and starts treating Kung Lao as if he’s the Kung Lao he knew, his closest friend. Kung Lao is confused as FUCK and when he tried to explain that he’s not his Kung Lao, Liu Kang gets emotional about it. In the fic, it’s been a while since he and Titan Kung Lao saw each other, and he misses him :(

Liu Kang ended up in a bad mood for the rest of the party.

[spac-e-b0y]

"GET YOUR HANDS OFF MY HIP, 'FORE I PUNCH YOU IN THE LIP, STOP YOUR STARIN' AT MY [HEY!] TAKE A HINT, TAKE A HINT!!!"

LISTEN. THE PORTY CLONES SING NIGHTCORE KARAOKE. TRUST ME I WAS THERE.

bonus

[drops-of-moonlights]

radiance

[dopscratch]

father and son

i'm not sorry

[mmpookie]

ARCANA TWILIGHT FLOOR 13 REACTION SPOILERS ‼️

I. AM. NOT OKAY.😭😭 BRO I AM ON MY. KNEES. PLEASEEE GIVE US A SEASON TWO STORY TACO OML 😭🙏🙏

OKAY NOW FOR DISCUSSION:

FIRST SHOUT OUT TO CONFRONTATIONAL ARKY GOTTA BE ONE OF MY FAVORITE GENDERS 😩🙏

OK

THE THE. THE FRICKEN POLLUX IS CASTOR PLOTTWIST⁉️

I SAT OVER HERE DRAWING THE POLLUX BDAY ART .JUST. COMPLETELY ABSENTED MINDED OF THE FACT THAT POLLUX AND CASTOR LITERALLY PULLED A TWIN SWAP CLICHE ON US THAT IS SO FUNNY TO ME.

HE'S SO TRAGIC ☹️

BTW I ALMOST FELL OUT OF MY CHAIR READING THIS I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS WAS THE CASE THE ENTIRE TIME OH MY GOD

I MEAN THINKING ABOUT IT I SHOULD'VE EXPECTED IT BUT STILL (EVEN SIRIUS WAS STUNNED)

Also teehee the dots are connecting with mythology again UGH it's so smart with what they pulled off I loved this closing arc for pollux

or I mean castor???

I'm not stretching right???

Also did they ever clarify what castor's fate of misfortune was? Unless I missed it, it's gotta be referring to his death right? Deffo gonna reread the story for when my arcana twilight withdrawals kick in to reanalyze EVERYTHING bc that will be fun

MORE MYTHOLOGY‼️

I've would also love to shout out how much of Arky's role of guiding us out of the Boundry can be paralleled to the greek god Hermes and what he symbolizes BUT BRO

CAN YOU HEAR MY UTTER ANGUISH?????? MY UTTER DESPAIR?????? I AM UNCONSOLABLE

I DUNNO IF I'LL EVER RECOVER FROM THIS LINE 😭 SORRY IT'S JUST ME PARALLELING SUMMONER AND VEGA TO ORPHEUS AND EURYDICE AGAIN. AND. AND. HOW RELEVENT IT IS TO THEIR BACKSTORY AND VEGAS TRAUMA OF BEING ABANDONED BUT

THIS IS SUCH A PERFECT LINE. THE BOW ON TOP OF HIS CHARACTER ARC. I COULD NOT BE HAPPIER

THIS MAY OR MAY NOT BE BECAUSE OF HOW MUCH A HADESTOWN FAN I AM SO IGNORE ME

Ok so at the end I was like NERVOUS bc there was the chance they could have MAYBE pulled off two different endings depending on whether summoner personally wanted to stay or go back to Mid Earthium- which would have been a cool opportunity that Storytaco could have pulled,, but I guesss instead they did the thing where the choices triggered the same response, but this time in the sense that the rest is left to your imagination:

*you turn around = you stay back at the Boundry with the boys (this is because if you turn around the portal magic thingy won't work)

*or you listen to arcturus = keep walking until you arrive back home (earth)

Personally I chose to turn around bc ,one, the story never really gave me TOO much reason to want to go back home- however it was back there- and two I WAS YELLING THROUGH THE SCREEN NOO I DONT TO LEAVEEE 😭😭 THE WHOLE TIME

Also the voice we hear at the end says

"Can you hear? I have a story I desperately want to tell."

And I?? Can't exactly tell what it means?..OTHER THAN A TEASER FOR MORE CONTENT?? MAYBE PONTENTIALLY?? But if it's actually obviously something else I missed please tell me 😭

Anyways end of lecture:

Pollux and vega ending arc top tier.

Arcturus hmm I wish they didn't gloss over the void arc so quickly 🤔

If they could have fitted it in there I would have loved if they had just a BIT more of a satisfying conclusion for spica and alpheratz yknow? :( just me??

And finally. I can be slow,,, so if there's anyone out there that can explain Sirius's whole spiel with polaris and everything with the time travel.,,,,,,, I really would appreciate it bc I'm still trying to understand 😭

(Story taco if you're reading this please make more story I love these characters too much ☹️)

[right-agent]

some doodles and a mini comic(kinda) !

[thesinfulsnail]

discord is crazy to me because a cat getting flashbanged by a trail cam can say things like "Absolutely hilarious to me to remember that every time Jimmy doesn't have a "relationship" with someone in a life series he dies of fall damage related stuff. Like bro is really putting the fall in falling in love" and Adam from helluva boss will respond with a skull emoji

[revelisms]

The doctor has a touch like death: chempowder grit beneath the nails, corpse-cool and smooth as stone, prodding his throat like a butcher peeling through layers of rotted meat.

And perhaps that's what he feels like, laid flat on his table: his clothes soaked with sweat, his vision swimming in pink-black-blue. A buck waiting to be skinned. A fish half-gutted.

The fingerpads are too thin, too feeble. They reek not of tobacco, but parchment and must.

"Breathe, boy."

Silco's no boy—but hardly is he human, either, after the black depths he crawled himself out of: a wet womb of industrial filth, his City one with his veins, its slow decay as promised as his slow-shanked slow-bleeding black-shredded heart.

The damned organ beat stubbornly on: boat thrashing to the waves. It kept only a shell still-moving.

A thumb skirts down his pulse-point, and presses. The bruising twinges, simmers, aches. "Narrowly avoided a fracture," gruffs the vulture over him.

It takes two attempts to swallow. "Shall I count myself lucky?"

The words no longer belong to him. His voice lays repackaged beneath a cannibalistic fervor: the kind lent only to night-creatures that peel the flesh from the living and pick their teeth with the dead.

"Luck is that you can speak, at all." The touch eases. "Avoid it, for now."

Sensationless, half-blind, prickling, the doctor leaves him. In the stillness, his own hand stumbles across his clavicle: itches spindly fingers across the frayed collar of his linens, slops heavy-clammy-cold to the slope of his neck.

A pulse drums beneath his palm. His own body. Yes, Kindreds, his own wretched body.

Still alive.

His nails sink in.

Still alive.

Ease.

Still alive.

(And so is he. So is he. So is he.)

"Breathe, boy."

Air shudders from his throat. Shivers against the weight of his palm; his blood beating, beating, beating.

"How long?" he gristles out.

A rattle of metal at the wheeled tray. The doctor's stare skims over him, like a lick of heat from a pyre. "Yours is...a unique case. Some have lasted years. Most succumb, within months." But. But. "At the rate the infection is spreading—"

Beating, beating, beating.

"How long?"

As long as Vander is still living. As long as his knife still sits squeezed between his blood-tipped nails, scratched leather and steel, bone-handled ache. As long as there are still bones to pick his teeth with, hunger to fill, a vision he does not need two damned eyes to see: a glory, a rain of hellfire, a retribution, a need—

Their city's starvation in his veins. Their city's future, blazing in bilge-fire.

"Twice a day," the doctor mutters, a glass vial tacked to the table's edge. "Log your symptoms, every morning. Stay off the smoke."

Silco's thumb stutters beneath his jaw.

He's used to a life without answers. In the noxious wastes of the Sump, he made his peace with it.

This wraith doubts it.

"I won't die, doctor." A beast sears to life beneath his hand, dragon-fang, daggers in the words: grits off the walls, like a spirit's clawscratch. "I can't." Three octaves grappling for purchase: silk and stone and fire at his cheek.

But he will, one day. By Janna's blessing alone, he will.

(And so will he. So will he. So will he.)

silco and singed / low doses

[deer-a-day]

035

🔎 Caribou

[surelysilly]

may 3rd: blizzard

This, no, wait we're in a lair?

How exactly did you think our King was able to bend the weather so easily to his will?

[nicoforlifetrue]

So I was told to share this au idea.

It's called the half traveler au.

And it all starts with what if Leo was cursed with immortality after the prison dimension

What if he's cursed and is forced to watch everyone, every single person he knows, die eventually, what if after everyone is gone, in his grief he descovers something.

Portals are one thing, but a portal to another universe was something not even Mikey could pull off.

But then again, he was far older then Mikey had been isn't he?

So what if he travels the universes, looking for versions of his brothers that got cursed like him. What if he realizes he won't find them because it's a Leo's curse to go through to the prison dimension. Yet for some reason he's the only one immortal, because after all, that was what made his universe unique.

But what if he keeps searching anyway, just for a goal. What if along they way he teaches others how to jump world's, what if he takes the anger he still hold out on those universes where the kraang won.

He's immortal after all, it's not like he can lose.

What if he starts telling people to just call him half, amongst the thousands of Leo's, because he feels like half a person with out his family and isn't it poetic?

What if, as he travels and exsplores he starts to see his immortality as less of a curse because he's seen things no one else ever could, exspirenced things no one else could, been able to help people when no one else could.

He's picked up a few scars on his journey, picked up a Pancho to hide them because after the third universe that just kept asking how he was still standing he got tired of it.

He's grown now, learned to love and grieve and move on, and his quest now is a hollow one, not that he's going to stop.

What if half to some, the traveler to others, the savoir to many more, finally finds peace in the end, is finally content.

And only then, only when he's happy again, does he stumble across a universe where the Donnie for some reason dosent quite... Fit, where Donnie is the one to self sacrifice, where Donnie seems so different from his brothers.

Only at peace does he find the first soul, born anew, that once belonged to his family.

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Also yes as an aside I will write this as a fic

[wrenrix]

a little sketchy empires pearl! she’s on a call but she also needs to collect her sunflowers!!