#greer

[pangur-and-grim]

was trying to take a photo of pangur but I accidentally flashbanged both of us

[slutcoded-mandogirl]

rest in peace greer, samson, fireball, and nemec

[woman-for-women]

 "Female is real, and it’s sex, and femininity is unreal, and it’s gender.” - Germaine Greer

[chickentenderx]

oh no not my emotional support clone I only met today

[clever-fox-studios]

Found the art meme and thought of them cuz... that's what I see i my head every time. Every. Time.

Greer is just... completely susceptible to the Disney Villain Rizz and I can't for the life of me tell if and when Cat is serious about anything and I have so much temptation to crank the villain part up to an 11

This can only end in either a Greer Corruption Arc or a Cataclysm Redepmtion Arc and I'm not holding my breath that Greer is in a good headspace to see if 'love' even works on crazy so...

2024 Greer Villain Arc?? Probably

@8um8le come get your boy, he's a bad influence

[spacemagicandlaserswords]

Did all of the clones we just met really have to die? Couldn't at least a few more apart from Howzer have made it out?

[roughridingrednecks]

Greer

[marciapieda]

An atlas of every place I've ever lost.

[lovelorn-art]

my ocs dressed as angels for a themed party and also in a UPAish attempt style

[worldofgre]

Hate is hot on your breathe

[mxhlon]

Mahlon was only mildly annoyed that both his and Cat's stashes of moonshine had been commandeered (against his will) for this event. It was, at least, for a good cause. Fond as he was of Nettle and Bramble, they deserved this. One last happy night. Most tributes spent their final night in the Tower either wracked with anxiety or else riddled with delusions. It really depended on which district you crawled out of. But here, there was a different energy. A sort of hope, a joy that permeated the bleak emptiness that awaited them in the morning -- the looming threat of what was to come.

He and Greer hadn't spoken about the other night, and he was certain she'd rather forget it. Pretend it was nothing -- because it was. Nothing had happened. Just the two of them getting drinks and dancing. That's what he was telling himself, the story that was easiest to stomach. They were dancing again, but not like they had in the Cruise Room. No, this was boisterous and loud, all feet and hands, big swinging movements that were trailed with boughs of laughter. The fiddles eased, and so did their strides, until they were spilling off of the dancefloor in search of breath and booze.

"I need a breather," Mahlon laughed, moving backwards through the crowd, caring little who was in his way. The would move. He was certain. "Hey, Morgan-- You comin'?"

@greer-morgan

[pangur-and-grim]

when I game, Pangur drapes herself across my shoulders like a mink stole

[higherentity]

[cyrene-meadowforge]

"Could you point me in the direction of the training center?" Cyrene turned to the first person walking by her in the hallway. "That's apparently on the list of things you need to be in the know about without ever being told."

@greer-morgan

[cade-bentley]

"Couldn't help but notice you and Mahlon all matchy-matchy this evening. You two back together?" Cade took a sip of his drink, eyeing Greer over the rim with interest. He was off-duty tonight (thank God), so he felt he could be a little more brazen in needling for topics of gossip that interested him. "Not to say it's not cute. It is. Even sweeter than whatever the fuck this is." He held up his pink-blue-rainbow monstrosity that he was enjoying far more than he'd admit to.

@greer-morgan