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moved over to @aeinsof

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ayo, commissions are open! 

additionally have a patreon & a ko-fi if you can’t afford a full commission but would still like to support me!

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follow #grimmwulf to have a grand ol’ time, no upfront costs required!!! ✨✨✨ religious trauma, abuse disguised by conditional love, and the knowledge that you’re a completely replaceable stand-in for someone else! what else could you want? oh what’s that? you’d also like to see an old white guy eat shit? i got you covered fam, we ALL want to see that! ✨✨✨

indie dual muses [hunter & belos] of dana terrace’s ‘the owl house’ as scripted by leech. hit up the carrd for further info. :]

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Long-term nuclear waste warning messages, but with images of abandoned mines.

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          “Ain’t no one gonna guess what I’m going as tomorrow night :)”

     It’s this.

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If it’s the mask you want, then it’s the mask that you will get But when I take it off remember that you asked for this I tore myself apart to give you all that I could give Don’t think that I will let it go Don’t think that I’ll forget

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i thought of a bunch of great posts while i was paralyzed with botulism from drinking mall fountain water, but i forgot them all while i was paralyzed with tetanus from eating sharp pebbles out of the hospital landscaping

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thinking about how close floe could get to unravelling the cords leading to the centerpiece of chaos since their own understanding of everything down to fundamental basics is so skewed from magic illness, if only they could grasp that obvious thread and pull. it wouldn’t bring any comfort or solace, it would just give them some kind of baseline knowledge for the whole situation - but it also wouldn’t be of any benefit to them in particular since every consequence has already come to pass.

the only one who’d benefit is twenty realities away, dug deep in the fictional past and within their own self-obsessed thoughts.

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hes a little lost

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It's utterly magnetic when a character's rage is quiet and precise. When they don't scream and throw things but they just b r e a t h e and very very calmly aim their fury like an arrow shooting inexorably towards the target of their wrath. It captures my attention, I lean in close, I wait for the hit. It never disappoints.

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otgw watch party baybee >:}

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thank you for designation FATBLUNT he will carry this to the grave

     “ It’s my honor to have bestowed you your warrior name, FatBlunt. ”

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scxrytxles​:

Whatever Bad Thing Alice had expected to happen Does Not. Instead, the stranger just stops. Stares. She stares back. Silence sits between them, statue still and frosted with her shaky-shivery breath. Alice cocks her head, eyes tracing the sad wispy something in front of her. The viciously unpleasant bite of toothy cold fades to the background and her Self-Preservation slips out the back of her head and slaps against the ground. Slithers somewhere else, somewhere it can’t remind her that the stranger has a knife and the skill to use it.

Holes fill the cloth dangling from their little body and Alice can’t help but wince. “Aren’t you cold?” She asks. Ice blooms from their feet, and her fingers prickle and crawl with the need to touch. And also cold. And numb. It’s probably for the best she keeps her hands to herself.

In fact, she starts picking through the front pocket of her overalls, reaching deep, deep down to see if maybe she’d managed to stash a blanket in here. A book flops out. An unlit candle. A string of beads. A pair of mittens (she sets those aside) and Oh, yes! A blanket! She grins up at her unwitting host, holding up one finger to request a minute to pick herself up.

It takes more than a minute. More like three or four, but she gets herself up onto her feet and thrusts the blanket out towards him, expression expectant. “Here!” Take it, take it! “A gift from your new friend Alice.”

     Alice’s question falls on deaf ears, the room’s lack of a comforting fire answering her all the same. Whisper soft breathing, he stood like an apparition before her yet felt the most grounded in the situation; if anything, he was amused by this in some confused and curious way. Floe had decided they were funny sitting there, lost. Smelled different.

     The stranger curiously fumbles around more, Floe remaining deathly still as they watched one another. New things appeared now, untouched things, her movements were cataloged closely - the book immediately grabs their attention, its relatively pristine condition fascinating - yet things kept coming. A candle - unfamiliar, ignored. Beads - colorful, intriguing, could be useful. Mittens - unnecessary, not for him. A blanket - no comments - he makes no move to help her to her feet despite recognizing that she was struggling, thinks briefly that anyone with this much trouble standing would die within seconds outside. Grim. Didn’t want that responsibility.

     Her excitement registers a few seconds late, confusion at the offer fading only slightly as he finally FINALLY recognizes what’s going on here. The unfamiliar material is taken in silence initially, prosthetics gingerly holding it; he nearly forgot about the knife in his hand, pocketing it to finally touch what Alice had offered. If his body were capable of generating recognizable heat, he might’ve understood this was just a misplaced attempt at offering warmth. Unfortunately, he was an idiot. It takes Floe a bit to form words, voice struggling from lack of use - it comes out hushed and flat.

          “Youuu, need to stay. Quiet.” Both hands hold the blanket now - he takes a brief step backwards before flicking the cover over Alice’s head, letting it drape over her gently. “Too loud.”

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i j. i just realized i forgot to link my rules on here

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rathalascendant​:

        “ MONSTER RIDING ISN’T EXACTLY A COMMONPLACE PRACTICE, ” She says tentatively, “ Hunting is probably the go-to method for handling monsters, and I guess … I see why some parts of the world need to use it. Before I left home, I just thought hunting was pretty inhumane. And hunters themselves, well, heh — ” Mari gives a nervous chuckle. “ THAT’S another story … ”

       “ My point is, most communities that use monster riding usually keep to themselves. We haven’t really become open to the concept of crossing traditions until recently. So in a way, ol’ Chief GARA’S kind of progressive in that sense. It was his idea to invite hunters to the last RATHALOS FESTIVAL. That’s not to say you can just go anywhere on the island. TheFORBIDDEN GROUNDS are called that for a reason, and you can’t just stumble on the island guardian’s old territory without permission. ”

          “Weird.” Fingers tap together, the gears turning in his head over this information. So, if he’d been somewhere else, he likely would’ve stumbled across hunters? With the way Mari danced around the thought, that definitely alighted some level of concern - would they have taken one look at him and assumed the worst? He was just going to consider himself lucky and leave it at that.

     He sits up at her last few comments, earlier thoughts practically flying away as he looked at her- no, stared- already stumbling over his thoughts and words and blurting out the first question that forms- “What’s there?” He’s not remotely catching onto the fact they’re forbidden, excited curiosity bleeding into his normally flatter tone- “Could you show me?”

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@bedinspector asked: “oh, wow, you weren’t kidding.”

rando wordo auuuu [eternally accepting]

          “Yeah. I said,” a subtle throat clear,”- I said ‘Hey. Hey I’m not cool with that. No one’s cool. With that.’ And this guy, this guy goes to beat the shit outta me. He’s like yay tall,” the accompanying hand gesture raises well beyond his own height, clearly exaggerated for effect for this kid, “Clearly he’s going to win, I mean LOOK at me. I’m just a little guy. Can’t do nothing.”

     Fern stretches and leans back, hands resting on his hips as he sticks his chest out, puffing up slightly in mockery of this imagined bad guy - he really hopes the show’s at least a little bit entertaining, casting a glance Kris’ way. “So he’s standing over me, I think ‘Oh no. Oh no I’m gonna lose a limb.’ And then he reels back real far, I just know I’m gonna get my teeth knocked loose- Knocks me back as hard as he possibly could. Next thing I know, he’s hooting and hollering about ‘needles’ in his hand. Like sir, you’re making a huge mess. Quit slingin’ blood everywhere.”

     The story ends abruptly, cut by the attempt at a gentle smile as he returns to reality. “So yeah. I'm very sharp. Please don’t grab me suddenly or I might. Cut your hand open on accident.”