#no replies or anything please

[chloesimaginationthings]

Never getting over how basically all the comments on a reuploaded Pin of Michael meeting Captain Foxy are literally just calling him autistic

HONESTLY THATS SO REAL THOUGH

[ministarfruit]

look alive, 2025! femslash february prompt list drop, hot and fresh from the oven. sorry it's late everybody but we are yuri-ing out this year again don't worry ✌️

full prompt list under the cut!

FEMSLASH FEBRUARY 2025 (THEME: CHECKLIST)

I want you to:

See me

Heal me

Kiss me

Hate me

Kill me

Love me

Hold me

Leave me

Feed me

Trust me

Be me

Find me

Treat me

Save me

Please:

Forget me

Ruin me

Marry me

Remember me

Sing with me

Dance with me

Bring me to life

Trick me

Fight me

Understand me

Lie to me

Sit with me

Be here for me

Be mine

For anyone clicking into this who is not aware, Femslash February is a month of creating content of women loving women! Anything can be made for any day and there are no restrictions as long as it's sapphic. Please make sure to tag warnings and R18 content appropriately. That's all! Thank you! See you February!

[sak-supernatural]

Ok hear me out on this. I was watching TikToks and I nearly threw my phone across the room when this thought popped into my head. You know how juvenile birds (swans/chickens/ducks/and I presume fucking flamingos as well) have fluffy feathers until they shed those and their full adult feathers come in. What if that’s what’s happening to Vessel? He’s grown now 🥹 his fluffy downy feathers gone, replaced by sleek beautiful black feathers!

[martynsimp69]

Dogwarts - A Horror-Themed Minecraft Map

Ever since the beheading, paranoia has taken hold of the Red King.

Dogwarts is a short Minecraft map full of secrets, made for AUFest 2024's Reverse Big Bang. You can find more information on it here, including the world download, content warnings, how-to-play guide, and a video showcase for anyone who can't or doesn't want to play through it themselves.

As part of the event I had the honor of working with two INCREDIBLE writers, Sparrow @erstwhilesparrow and Writer @capriciouswriter207!! Both of them did a masterful job bringing this story to life in a new medium, and I'm delighted that I got to have them on my team <3 Check out their fics:

branches, but softer by sesquidpedalian

The things Martyn carries with him have dwindled to almost nothing. One bucket that he doesn’t dare abandon to the capricious shadows, a handful of glass bottles. A scrap of banner that he keeps in his pocket, that he wipes his sweat on but never without feeling a little bad. If it’s the tunnels themselves that are responsible for all his misfortune, they never make a sound to suggest so. If this place is haunted, it’s not haunted by any ghosts but his own.

What happens below (none will ever know) by Writer207

The enchanter must be protected at all costs. Away from prying eyes, deep below the ground, nobody but Ren will ever lay their eyes on it again. A labyrinth of dirt and stone must be dug to further protect it. The process weighs heavily on Martyn, and the tunnels themselves seem to suffocate him. It's all worth it, though. The enchanter must be safe.

Thank you, and enjoy <3

[doggirlhen]

the thing is you have to get a good grade in being an art commissioner. you cannot be a bitch when paying for art. you have to be patient and nice. i have not been perfect in my years of paying other furries for art of my funny animals but i can, with confidence, say ive gotten a good grade. artist friends of mine agree im awesome and fankly the Keys to being Awesome at being a commissioner are just like. being nice and recognizing artists arent machines. theyre people who have their own lives and are not infront of their tablet drawing for everyone 24/7. youll find them posting about some game or movie when youve been waiting three weeks for something and thats fine. youll find them having difficulty getting something exactly like how it is in your brain because, like all people, they cannot read your mind. you gotta have everything ready and upfront and be ready to answer questions. its fine to be a little nitpicky and a little "sorry im not quite sure on this pose, could you do X Y and Z" and not be an asshole about it. after a certain number of "can you do X different" you have to realize its either not going to be exactly how you want it to be or the artist is going to want to kill you with hammers. and thats fine. i think artists have every right to want to kill you with hammers.

[emergingghost]

julien baker in the punk and hardcore scene, a masterpost

clips of Julien Baker at DIY punk and hardcore shows over the years. predominantly with The Star Killers, Forrister and her involvement in Wicker, Smith7 in general + other miscellaneous house shows including some performances of sprained ankle and totl songs pre-release!

if you watch any of these smith7 shows (even ones without julien) you can see how powerful this community is in giving people a voice and the confidence to play music and be heard. and it's cool to see how much this philosophy seems to have stayed with julien in how she approaches music and performs. you'll find a good amount of weird julien lore and notice people she still works with today throughout so! enjoy!

organised by year, videos linked and timestamped as '[x]' some of these links you might think 'why have i been sent here? where's julien?' just wait and trust me and my timestamps!

i would've liked to have timestamped each song in the longer sets so you could find a particular song but that is just TOO much. sorry! there are shorter clips here and there of individual songs too though!

2011:

The Star Killers - Typical Tuesday at St. Blues Guitars in Memphis. June 7th [x]

Wicker acoustic show at the Death Star. June 23rd. (jb's not on camera but you can hear her in the background joining in on some songs etc. Creech is on guitar throughout and Matt plays drums at the end) [x]

2012:

The Star Killers - Vertical Cities at The Abbey. Jan 23rd [x]

The Star Killers - Vampiretown. Feb 9th [x]

The Star Killers - Boot $coot at The Abbey. June 19th [x]

The Star Killers - Pants Tour at Memphis Music Shop. July 25th. Parts 1-7 below: -> 1. The Love Song Blues [x] -> 2. Typical Tuesday [x] -> 3. Thank You, Mr Durden [x] -> 4. Vertical Cities [x] -> 5. Lynchpin [x] -> 6. The Boot $coot $hakedown [x] -> 7. The Pardoner's Tale [x] different POV > [x]

2013:

The Star Killers - Pardoner's Tale at 1372 Overton Park. Jan 8th [x]

The Star Killers - ENT performed in Memphis. Jan 9th [x]

The Star Killers - Acoustic at The Abbey. May 30th [x] -> Dallas. (same show as above, diff. POV) [x] -> Folsom Prison / Love Song Blues (diff. POV) [x]

The Star Killers - Pants Tour Night 1 at The Refuge. June 22nd [x]

The Star Killers - Last show with John at The Death Star. Pants Tour. June 24th [x] -> ENT (same show, diff. POV) [x]

The Star Killers - Black Poppy Wine at Crosstown Arts Space TN. July 23rd [x]

The Star Killers - Black Poppy Wine at Crosstown (maybe). different show to above, tiny clip [x]

2014:

The Star Killers - performing (i can't figure out this song!) at Crosstown. July 5th [x]

The Star Killers - at Smith 7 House in Memphis. [x]

Wicker - Acoustic Pants (ft. JB on piano) at Avenue Coffee. July 17th [x]

Smith7 Records World Pants Tour days 1-4 (pants tour ~vlog + lil the star killers clip at the start) [x]

Smith7 Records World Pants Tour days 9-13 (two the star killers clips time stamped! second is Epilogue) [x] [x]

The Star Killers: the end of pants 2014 [x]

2015:

Julien Baker solo - Decorated Lawns at Gutterhouse in Memphis. Jan 9th [x]

Forrister - Choked Up - the Hi-Tone. late spring. [x]

Forrister - Pants Tour at the Gutterhouse. June 5th [x] -> Make Everything Right (same show, diff POV) [x]

Wicker at the Gutterhouse, Pants Tour. June 5th [x] (jb doing the cord around the neck thing ha!)

Forrister - Pants Tour at The Warehaus. June 6th [x] -> Pontchartrain (diff. POV) [x]

Forrister & Wicker - The Tour of Northern Aggression at Exponent Manor in Nashville. July 5th [x] -> Nick Carpenter/Medium Build mention and sighting! [x]

Julien Baker solo (Sprained Ankle tunes pre-release) at Nostromo Nashville. Aug 7th [x]

Wicker at Castle Endor. Nov 25th (lil clip of JB talking) [x]

Swordfish (another JB band? lore unknown!) at Castle Endor. Nov 25th (it's so dark but trust me, watch the whole thing!) [x]

Forrister at Castle Endor. Dec 21st [x]

The Acorns at Castle Endor. Dec 21st (JB just hanging out in the corner occasionally speaking. also notably an og performance of Bedbugs!) [x]

Smith7 Pants Tour Video 2015: -> snippet of Forrister, followed by JB performing with Small Fires(Fries?) (also this is obviously a different ry*n ad*ms!) and Wicker [x] -> snippet of Forrister [x] -> JB performing Rejoice [x]

2016:

Multiple performances for: Trevor's Birthday at Castle Endor. Feb 13th. -> 'Marlins Will Soar' (JB performing) [x] -> Forrister [x] -> Wicker [x]

Forrister at Yung Spotty. April 3rd [x]

Forrister Pants Tour at Circle Music. July 12th [x] diff POV > [x]

Wicker Pants Tour at Castle Endor. July 16th (JB does some singing and then is lurking in the corner for the rest) [x]

Forrister Pants Tour at Castle Endor. Aug 6th [x]

Wicker Pants Tour at Circle Music. Aug 20th (JB crops up a few times throughout but have stamped a larger portion) [x]

Smith7 Pants Tour 2016: (vlog ft. a few JB clips and two brief Forrister clips) [x] [x] [x] [x]

Julien performing her unreleased song The Linguist in the web series 'Feral' [x] (video) [x] (audio only)

2017:

Wicker Smith7 Pants Tour w/ Church & Destroy & The Acorns at Castle Endor. June 23rd. -> JB playing guitar on the left throughout the Wicker set until about 28mins [x] -> JB is jessica jones? [x] -> JB covering songs by Ryan Hailey including Bedbugs) [x] (if youre going to watch one vid watch this!) -> same performance as above just cut into a shorter clip [x] -> mountain dew concoction review [x]

Pillow Talk Pants Tour at Finn Pablo's July 3rd. (Pillow Talk is Calvin Lauber's old band and JB sings in the studio version of their song Monogomy which is performed first. she's not in this clip i just think it's some good lore and good music) [x]

Julien performing solo - Epilogue by The Star Killers 1884 Lounge in Memphis. Dec 1st -> audio only: [x] -> short video of same performance: [x]

Julien performing solo - Boo Pristine by Wicker and transitioning into Something in Memphis. Dec 1st (audio only) [x]

INVOLVEMENT IN OTHER PUNK & HARDCORE SHOWS:

2015:

Julien stage diving/screaming into the mic at a Touché Amoré show at Chain Reaction, Anaheim. Nov 1st 2015. (she opened for them at this show!) (30min mark if the stamp doesnt work) [x]

Julien's own solo performance from the above show. (THE "honesty transcends genre" show! ft. Jeremy Bolm watching in awe from side stage) [x]

2018:

Touché Amoré ft. Julien Baker - Skyscraper in Detroit. April 10th 2018 [x / x]

Touché Amoré ft. Julien Baker - Skyscraper in Nashville. May 1st 2018 [x / x]

2020:

Julien performing with Slider (Mariah Schneider's band) covering Iron Maiden. Jan 10th [x] (ive decided this is random but cool enough to include!)

2023:

Touché Amoré ft. Julien Baker - Reminders in LA at The Novo - Dec 8th 2023. (multiple POVs) [x] [x] [x] [x] [x]

Turnstile ft. Julien Baker - UNDERWATER BOI in Paris at Rock en Seine Aug 26th 2023 [x] [x] [x]

PUNK & HARDCORE SONGS JB IS FEATURED ON: (if some of these aren't technically punk or hxc...whatever!) - all available on spotify, apple and youtube. some also on bandcamp.

Struggle - Yet

Horses... Ride Them Or (Great Story Garrett) - Wicker [x] (on spotify but linked yt)

Monogamy - Pillow Talk (TN) (Pillow Talk is Calvin Lauber's old band!)

Reminders - Touché Amoré [x] (lil clip of JB & Beans in the mv)

Skyscraper - Touché Amoré

UNDERWATER BOI - Turnstile

Sport of Form - The Armed

In Heaven - The Armed

Track XXIII - Fucked Up

Track IVII - Fucked Up

Track IVIII - Fucked Up

Goodbye for Now - Touché Amoré [x] (clips of JB in the mv)

HARDCORE/PUNK ADJACENT ARTISTS COVERING JB SONGS:

The Devil Wears Prada covering Sour Breath [x]

Dashboard Confessional covering Sprained Ankle [x] (also on spotify)

Dustin Kensrue (of Thrice) covering Blacktop [x]

PODCASTS ABOUT THE PUNK & HARDCORE SCENE JB IS FEATURED ON:

Turned out a Punk (on spotify too but ive just linked yt) -> part 1 "Julien Baker from boygenius is here!" [x] -> part 2 "Julien Baker is back" [x]

The First Ever Podcast (vocalist of Touché Amoré, Jeremy Bolm's podcast) -> Julien Baker: Memorial-Day-Sale-at-Guitar-Centre-Riff. [spotify] [apple] [patreon] (i think theres actually a video on patreon?? unsure, but its behind a pay wall)

[tohruies]

never apologise for rambling in your answers to selfship asks... i am (and certainly your other friends are) like this when i/they see a paragraph+ long reply~

in general i hope you don't feel like you need to apologise for being eager and earnest over something that brings you joy n comfort ♡ your happiness = your friends happiness

[dyl-z]

Told my mother about the spider bite piercing miss maam was NOT happy

[turrondeluxe]

Mikey, waking up from his slumber with a start: Something Just Happened.

Leo on the kitchen floor immediately after eating cheese from the fridge at 4am:

Based on this post where followers and me end up deducing Leo is lactose intolerant.

[padfoot-lupin77]

Time for the debate of the century: what music does Kaz Brekker listen to?

[leononchalant]

The Mouthwashing Fandom and Fanart

cw//sexual assault

In light of recent events, I wondered what people thought about the Anya fanart controversy. I don't have a solid opinion and I was curious about the thoughts of others. Anya is an adult woman, however, the game revolves around her SA. Making big booty elf fanart seems rather tone-deaf when looking at the themes, but the fandom also has a tendency to boil her existence down to her assault alone. 

Anya is a victim, but that is not her only quality. We don't spend much time with her, but we know that she is kind, intelligent, determined, and considerate with hopes and dreams of being a nurse. She is not a child, and she has her own desires, but I also see why this is a sensitive subject because her assault is the most significant element of the game.

I feel most people who argue about this stuff are young and tend to assign moral quality based on Twitter arguments. I am assuming the artist is young as well, which doesn't help the situation. It's a waste of breath to argue and/or attack people based on their opinions because they are not likely to change their minds based on random people on the internet.

Different people have access to the same media across the world, so I'm not surprised this has happened. I feel it's wrong to romanticize her assault, but a teen drawing big booty elf anime titty fanart because they think she is pretty isn't the same thing. I get how it is tone-deaf, but it is not equal. 

I feel like there is an extreme thought process that infantilizes her and one that romanticizes her assault. When younger people attach to mature media, they tend to assign people to certain extremes. I was wondering what others thought about this.

[destinationtoast]

I know this is the least of our problems right now but do you think the US election results will impact ao3?

I am not a lawyer, nor a founder of AO3, nor a volunteer there, nor a fandom journalist or historian, so I'm pretty far from the best person to ask. I encourage any and all of the above to please chime in with more knowledgeable answers.

That said, I don't think the next few years will probably directly limit AO3 or its umbrella org, the OTW.* But that depends in part on members voting for board members who will uphold the organization's current principles. (Vote! Become a member if you're not already, and vote! Vote in ALL the elections you are eligible for and will be affected by!) And that doesn't mean a bunch of works won't become private, orphaned, or deleted.**

*A couple reasons for my cautious optimism: The OTW was formed with the preservation and maximalist defense of fanworks in mind. So the shifting US cultural norms and increasing purity culture can't easily change the OTW from within (as we've already been seeing in past years when some fans have disliked some content). And in spite of everything scary happening externally (and there is a whole fucking lot), the US still has far more constitutionally enshrined freedom of speech protections than most places in the world. It will take a long time to tear all that down. Some states and locales are doing a lot to try to challenge free speech, especially queer content and sexual content, and there will be more challenges. But many of those challenges will be defeated because of the First Amendment, and it'll take a lot of time and effort to push through any constitutional changes. You can donate to organizations like the ACLU and the EFF to help protect against the erosions of rights, in addition to supporting the OTW and the Internet Archive who work to preserve free speech rights and online rights. (Other suggestions of where to donate or volunteer are welcome in the notes!) Also, perhaps best of all, the OTW is a non-profit who owns their own servers, which makes it MUCH harder to change what they choose to host than if they relied on any external hosting services and/or had advertisers.

**The archive already has had a whole lot of fanworks shift from public to private due to external events, including the AO3 ban in China, and recent AI scraping of web content. I'm sure more AO3 users will choose to make their content private over the next few years out of a fear of potential personal risks of them being found, and/or due to new attempts to ban content. (Some users will also delete their works for similar reasons, though I urge people to consider orphaning them instead!) Downloading for personal use any fanworks you love is always a good idea, and even moreso at a time of great heartbreak and panic, like now.

*hugs* Hang in there, all, and continue to take comfort from AO3 & OTW as you survive the upcoming hard times.

[prodecor]

Not the other anon but it does seem to be like they were reported as the images all say "removed for violating Tumblr guidelines" ^__^ —🍀

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─　　　f2u　,　credits　appreciated

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[nostalgiaclown]

Hey do you think there's a deeper meaning or reason Spite looks just like Lucanis...

There's the scene by the fireplace and I picked up on how Lucanis closes his eyes as he turns his head to avoid looking at Spite...

It's like looking in a mirror, right, and your reflection is staring back as you deliberately hurt yourself with your words.

Lucanis, I think, is stuck in a cycle of 'It’s all I know.' 'It's what I'm good at.' But there's cracks there that hint this isn't who he wants to be...

"Death is my calling."

I don't think he actually believes that, but he has to tell himself that, right?

I don't think he's ever been given the chance to explore who he wants to be, he's just been told this is who he is...

Demons are bound when you 'tell' them what they are so loudly that it's all they can hear. They have to be what you want." But a spirit who evolves to become more of a "real person" is less malleable than a spirit and if they have the certainty of who they are and who they desire to be, they can resist binding entirely.

Did someone else bind the spirit to him by force? Corrupt its nature so fit the needs of the user?

If Spite was originally Love (as I've seen some people comment Love being the opposite of Spite) and they were forcibly bound to Lucanis for whatever reason, did that cause Love to twist into Spite?

I think we're going to have to heal both Lucanis and Spite from whatever grief or trauma they've been through, make him come to terms and accept whatever fucked up thing happened, so it sticks, and he stops just "wiping the slate clean".

He comes across to me as a guy who's just like going through the motions, and needs more of a push to change, for himself.

Nevertheless, it is not unheard of for spirits to evolve and become more "human" by coming to terms with grief, heal from being emotionally hurt, and thus be able to learn from what they endured. By coming to terms with grief, a spirit is able to grow as a person and not "wash clean" like a spirit."

Then I was reading up on spirit healers, and again, there's that same theme of trust here, the spirit trusting the 'mage' and also the loss of trust when being tricked by a benevolent spirit...

To gain the services of such benevolent and righteous beings requires that the mage earn their trust. Often this requires a series of trials to prove that the mage's goals are as noble as the spirit demands, though some mages have claimed to command the compliance of such spirits through sheer force of charisma.

So if Spite was Love, imagine if the trust was broken from the get-go, by whoever brought them over from the fade, that surely would cause Love to twist into Spite?

More than one tale exists of a spirit healer being fooled by a demon masquerading as a benevolent spirit, and inadvertently bringing them across the Veil... or being tricked into letting down their guard, and possessed.

On the flip side, Lucanis is not a mage(?) but if he needed help or something idk- and he was tricked and possessed that way - tricked by 'Love'? Owch, the loss of trust there...

Oh and if Spite just a spirit of Love that was corrupted by Lucanis' own feelings? Like how Justice twisted into Vengeance(?)

We know Lucanis is relearning how to trust, and he's a romantic.

How can you trust others If you don't trust yourself? Spite feels like intrusive thoughts made manifest... And how can you Love others if you have no Love left for yourself? Spite seems to be chipping away at Lucanis slowly... he looks so tired.

What exactly happened to him, I wonder, I can't wait to find out cause it's gonna hurt...

[ringleaderising]

In The Wake of Beasts || The Godfall

Time passes, worshippers lose faith and move on, or are destroyed in the aftermath of a clash with another, greater god's flock. Whatever the reason, The only thing separating the spirits inhabiting The Host and any other dragon is the mysterious control they express over others- and the grand stores of magical energy contained within.

Encore has lost the former, and thusly, Godfall approaches. In Light territory, eager vultures gather to fight and scavenge for the latter- and among them, a pair of deathly harlequins and their young.

[Encore, Pig, Runt, Sow, Whelp, Tooth, Claw, Riot, Ravager, and Rot]

Content Warnings: light gore mentions and I think that's it?

"Any eyes on Runt?"

"No, Papa."

"Mmh. Nothin' we can do for it. Thank you, darlin'. Sow!" The Hewn City is alive with activity, perhaps for the first time in centuries. Simple canvas tents and caravans dot shade-gripped ruins, hundreds of colorful furred, scaled, and feathered bodies populating the campsites and bogged down with armor, weapons- and thousands of empty glass vials strapped across chests of various sizes in thick leather bandoliers. Pig takes a deep breath as he exits the well-worn canvas flaps of the circus tent his family calls home- It's been crowded, lately, seven guardian hatchlings would have filled the space more than capably themselves, but Pig's daughters were hardly babies now, and as the moment they would seek clans of their own rapidly approached- as adolescence faded in eager, red eyes for hardened adulthood, it was maybe coincidence or serendipity that a Godfall would be so soon, and so close to the day Pig had already intended to gift his children their cleavers.

"I am busy." Declared flatly. Sow and Pig were never fond of each other in the way many mated pairs were- in honesty, it was miraculous in itself that they stayed blades long enough to rear children- but the scar-nicked hide of Pig's oft bared chest and the chipped, battered bones of Sow's armor indicated they likely just tended to clash out of earshot while the little ones slept. "Whatever it is you need-"

"Nothin' in the other camps about Runt, just sent Riot to check."

"I will send Dethrone on another fly-"

"You will not. We need your damned bird taking point on this, I've seen too many airborne combatants and not enough herding crews-we're going against a bunch of green hunters with a bunch of green hunters. If I see that banescale leave the path of the fall, I'm having roast bird for dinner." Sow rolls her eyes, glancing over at Dethrone nearby, the banescale growling and snapping at the sisters giggling and biting at his tail.

"Dethrone! I need eyes in the sky. God's dropping from out toward the wake, get some eyes on Luminax, will you? If they're too close when it falls we're going to be fighting with a lot more than just one measly lesser God."

"Yes, yes, of course, anything to get me away from these little menaces you had the great misfortune of laying and your charming better half." he takes a brief running leap, and a detour to make a rude gesture at Pig before he's airborne, black flame trailing behind him until he crests the inky darkness of the sky over the ruins- a handful of similarly sized dragons built for flight joining him a moment later, the sky alight with twisting flame and trailing smoke peeling from the bodies that hosted it within.

"No matter the coverage we have in the air, we're flying blind." It's insisted absently- Whelp polishing the blade of her cleaver and laid nearby outside the family's tent. She'd left home sooner, born alongside Runt earlier than their siblings. "Without any sort of information we-"

"I've hunted dozens of Godfalls without a leg up Whelp, it wasn't the norm, before." Sow insists, sighing as Pig brushes past to ready his bandolier- and several more. "Alright, alright, lecture quickly... You and your tinkering..."

"Hey now, me and my tinkerin' is gonna give the girls that leg up Whelp was worrin' about. C'mere, pups." It's exciting, the promise of the ability to shed the blood of other dragons and things higher above the way their parents do- something promised in combat training when they were barely tall enough to reach Pig's hip. There was always this moment, looming on the horizon, a handmade gift from their father, a wicked, mangling weapon built for slaughter- and the Cleaversworn's art has always been brutality blended with innovation- his own cleaver has seen thousands of iterations and improvements- though it's biting edge remains the very one that called him to kill in the first place.

"You'll load vials like this- don't get greedy, don't overfill 'em- too much raw power drawn in and they'll explode." Skilled claws lock brass wound glass into the divot of a cleaver handle- it sits empty, still unfilled with the magic starting to build in the air around them. "Remember, we're only here to fill up what we've got on hand- not a one of you is to try for any sort of glory or accolades- not on your first fall, and not with The Shatterpack and them freaks from out in Lightnin' running alongside us today, understood? You play it safe, you clash with folk who come after you first, and ride the legs and tail- whatever's spilling through the cracks is gonna be big, slow, and likely won't give half a shit about the little things hackin' away at it, so long as it can't see you. Now, you girls remember what I told ya. Trust nobody out there- even family will turncoat on ya that close to that kind of power- and should any of you elect to do just that, you best be prepared to fight me to the death- got it?"

"Aw, come on papa. You think that little of us?" Tooth questions, eagerly loading bandoliers underneath heavy leather belts and stripped, white bone with vials and checking her stock of smaller knives- never easy to tell when she might need to wake someone up after all.

"If we were going to kill you, old man, we'd have done it as a group while you were napping." Claw insists as she ties up draping jewelry and gold, Riot laughing over her shoulder. "Riiight after lunch, but just before you got so comfortable you covered your soft bits, of course."

"A little dagger between the scales and you wouldn't have even known we'd been there, really." Rot grins- mask quickly tugged into place to cover it once more Pig lets out a dramatic groan, rolling his eyes as Sow hides her laughter beneath brown-cast bone pulled over white-painted features. "We've got your belongings all divided up and everything, too, It'd be clumsy to kill you now."

"Oh, look at them scheming to commit patricide, you are my children... darling girls." Sow coos, fondly leaning to set a kiss against six separate temples, straightening leather straps and twisted weaponry against the girls' frames with the mindful, attentive hands of perhaps a mother far softer and less monstrous than the Stringcutter herself. There was a love among the harlequins, bloodied as it may have been and forged in viscera, there was a knowledge in them all that any one might lay their life down for the others, if the need arose. Pig would spend today ensuring there wouldn't be.

But today was not the fall of a lesser god.

The rumbling of earth and the crack in the darkness cast sky that twinkled like oil in water was common enough, the heralds of the incoming collapse, a funerary service attended only by things desperate to feed.

"THE GODFALL APPROACHES!" It is unclear who bellows it first, across the sea of bodies, hundreds gnawing at the bit to scavenge what would spill through for its parts, for its power. It should open, split open to the remnants of a thing barely clinging to life, the sixteen officiants stood on ruins high above the rest of them, each loyal to a different spirit of The Host should give the signal, that those in attendance are free to pursue their prey- a swath of blackened fire to paint a path through the Hewn City spewed by Dethrone and his fellows to keep the stumbling, dying beast under control.

Instead, the Flamebearer's Priest drops dead the moment the Beholders present finish their opening ceremony declaration. One moment the aberration is stood with grand, flaming scales about their neck, the next, they lie dead, flames snuffed as if all the oxygen surrounding them was sucked away in the time it took them to hit the ground.

It starts as a murmur, the young guardians stopping their preparation to watch the scene with baited breath alongside their parents- Pig's usually capable confidence giving way to confusion- Sow's pensive expression becoming one of wild glee. Eventually, the murmuring among the attendants becomes a low roar, a consensus being made even before the crack in the sky opens completely.

"One of the Sixteen falls today!" "The Flamebearer rots!" "The Eternal Flame lives no more!" "A true God to feed upon!"

"Daddy?" It's Ravager, carefully straightening her locket around her neck and turning her gaze to Pig's own. "What's happening?"

"When the gap in the sky opens, you girls prepare for war." In their time with Pig, they've learned a handful of things, chief among them, that their father doesn't exaggerate.

And as dim, shadowy blue opens in the sky above, the massive form of a Guardian explodes from inside with a great roar- like a parasite clawing its way from within a host and as big as Luminax some distance away, bound in glittering, golden chains. Great braziers hung on massive wings spill ash and dust as they spread wide- and the flames within snuff suddenly- the already darkened streets of the Hewn City below now cast in inky, magical blackness.

"AERIAL CREWS, LIGHT HIM UP!" The command comes quickly from someone in another crew, grand swaths of magical fire suddenly spilling from the sky above, painting the ground below into a runway- Dethrone's pitch-black blaze streaking alongside neon blues, purples, greens and reds- corralling a blind, suffering God into the path of the waiting Thronebreakers.

Encore wails in pain, his power stripping away in waves as he trudges ceaselessly forward- the mirrors of Shatterpack already racing at his heels and tearing away at scales.

"By the Eyeless One..." it's Sow who invokes Pig's goddess at the scene, and he can't even find it in him to be smug about it, because this was not the plan- the girls are not ready for this kind of magical fallout, this kind of entity to fall in their presence.

"Maybe we should-" He's cut off by a wild whoop from behind him- Rot leading the charge of her sisters into the fray ahead with wings outstretched and cleaver primed to steal whatever it might pull from the bodies of opportunistic thronebreakers or the god who's path they now dwelled within. "Rot! Get back here-" His demand falls on deaf ears, they are their father's daughters, after all, and the call of the slaughter would perhaps always outweigh listening to their father. "Lady of the Graves be with me..." He growls, taking up his cleaver and quickly loading a vial.

"You cannot seriously intend to-"

"And let them die, or worse, outdo me? Sow that is one of the Sixteen- we may die before another comes down, am I to simply ignore the opportunity t' put him in a grave?"

"That kind of magic-"

"We did tell them they'd leave their first Godfall changed." Pig reminds, wings unfurling from behind himself, cigarette snuffed under one heavy foot- he pauses- a glimpse of a familiar, tiny form running at the heels of the fallen god. "Besides. We should probably go get our son."

"Our so- RUNT." Sow scowls, loading her own cleaver and pulling her hood over her head. "That boy is going to send me to an early grave..."

"Don't tempt me with a good time, darlin... RUNT!!! That's a big one! Get your sisters some cover, yeah!?" Pig and Sow bear down quickly, surprisingly agile given their large size and statures, Runt glancing up and saluting before whirling on his heels and racing back toward the oncoming horde of Mirrors.

"You need to stop encouraging him to do that, Pig."

"And miss out on the way they scatter? absolutely not." He falls into lockstep with the trudging beast above them- as a chorus of terrified wails and screams spills from Shatterpack behind them, a squall of circus-striped tentacles greedily gathering those slower in their grasp and dragging them back toward the gaping, rotten maw of something that surely once resembled a guardian hatchling, now split into little more than a mouth and twisted claws. "That's my boy!"

"Nobody likes a show off!" one of the sisters bellows as Encore continues his death march- with no sign of slowing- the chase may go on for days, no food or water, simply the hunt and peals of heady, thick magic to sustain those in the God's path.

For some, it's a calling, for others, an addiction. For the young Harlequins, it is their first- and it will change parts of them, completely.

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I think one of my favorite things about your blog is when I scroll past your header and have to do a double take to see if that baby is fr playing with a plushie Hitler

(it’s not, I know it’s not, and yet it happens every. Single. Time)

These newgen Reabees fans don’t even know who Masky is 🥀🥀🥀