#DID WINNER

[aimeeisdead]

10/10 game no further comments

[ohnonotthehorrors]

Can I... talk about the theory that winners help craft the next game?

Because, and I really can not say this enough, it puts So Much into perspective.

Everything starts out Normal. Three lives, simple, cut and dry, there hasn't been a winner yet. No one to help craft the game. (And there's something to be said about how simple it really was. Not even a real expectation of the world becoming pvp or combative. No idea of the war to come)

Then Grian wins. The green killer, the man who vowed his first life to the one whose life he took. The next game the boogie man is born. A mechanic that allows and, in fact, demands, a green kill. People can trade lives back and forth, currency and debt wrapped up in one. (can we still be friends? Said the red partner. A life time later and reds are hostile, alone. Maybe it's an answer: No. Not anymore)

Scott wins this time. He refuses to play the game. He will not kill his team, he will love and he will do so fiercely and with all of himself. The next game people are attached through to their very souls. Every bit of damage to one soul is done to its twin. There is no boogeyman. (There is no way for a widow to be left without their love)

Pearl wins and she wins a blood bath. Spent the game draped in red, only wolves for company. Sitting in her tower, shivering in ice, maybe she wanted it to end. To see where it would. Limited life rewards you for killing, limited life has a clock tick tick ticking down, you always no how long you have. A curse yes, but a blessing too.

Now It's Martyn's turn.

And what a turn it is.

Keep your secrets, says the disloyal man, keep them well. Everything hurts, everything Matters, says the man fracturing with every loss. (What if we could love each other without hurting? Says The Hand, who never wanted to be coated in blood)

More importantly, Martyn has always seen the watchers below the surface. Now, they're right here in front of him. Something that could almost... be rebelled against, no? Something that someone else could finally point to and say: hey, hey isn't that familiar?

[paponela]

how long do you think he took to figure it out

[exoexid]

was watching khadija mbowe's reaction to "not like us" so these are some of my favorite comments of people theorizing about what j. cole might be up to these days:

[mitzysmitzy]

winner winner eustace dinner

[avnasace]

(edited for spoiler warnings jjk spoilers ch236)

gojo and geto now having the same death anniversary, megumi's body being used to kill someone he loves AGAIN, gojo's students all watching him get sliced in half, gojo wishing geto was a teacher, the fever dream conversation with Geto, Haibara and Nanami, oh gege we are in your walls for real this time you were cruel for this...

[mispelled]

Would you guys hate me if I told you I drew most of this before the poll was over

[hrokkall]

ULTRATOBER /// NINTH FAVORITE LOCATION

[themachine]

60+ hours spent in P-2 has fundamentally changed me as a person

[journey-to-the-attic]

happy fnaf movie (uk) release day!

[gammarads]

it's giving "starscream is drowning" "this ain't about him"

[happy-suitcase-blog]

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

idk how I didn’t think of this sooner, but play fights with the other melusines!

They come at legacy with a buncha things that won’t even scratch his armor but he plays along, faking noises of pain and defeat as we’re snickering in the back.

If we join in the fun or defend our moth is up to you >:3

all the Melusine have to keep their fighting skills up to check!!

you're actually the one who initiates such activities- unintentionally, however- idly practicing your weapon stances with a stick against Foul Legacy's leg. he taught you them for self-defense, as only the Abyss knows the names of everyone who wants to harm you- one day he'll get a small sword made specifically for you. for now you just smack his armor with your stick, form almost perfect as he watches and purrs approvingly. a pair of eyes peeks around the corner, a sibling's antennae twitching curiously for a moment before they suddenly charge at your monstrous friend, a stick of their own held high above their head! they whack his knees fiercely- well, somewhat fiercely. they know you're just training. right on cue Foul Legacy yelps in mock-pain, claws clutching the spot they hit with an affronted gasp. you and your sibling cheer, and Legacy has to suppress a happy rumble

it becomes an ordinary occurrence, for him to be suddenly swarmed by little Melusine holding sticks and coral branches, a flower or two, Mamere with her paintbrush. more often than not you're somewhere in the crowd, your own stick dusted with gold pigment as you practice the sword forms he taught you and that you in turn taught a few of your siblings. Legacy lets out some playfully pained noises, dropping to his knees and pressing a hand to his forehead in defeat as the Melusine all clap and congratulate each other for felling an Abyssal beast. you crawl into Legacy's arms once they're all gone, looking up at him cheerfully, and he grumbles in contentment, brushing off the dusty marks left behind on his armor and lightly bonking his forehead against yours with a toothy, fanged grin

[pharawee]

Winner Tanatat Kunaneksin as JOE —MY STAND-IN · Episode 12 (fin)

[skyefeys]

yeah i am NEVER calling him that.

[archive-rat]

The Falling Star

(congrats on the win, Scar!)

Scar is, to me, reminiscent of a falling star. Once among his fellow stars in the night sky, he is now all alone, pulled down by a gravity he cannot resist and taken on a destructive course, against his will. And then, right before impact, maybe he’ll no longer be alone. For those fleeting seconds, the falling star will once again have company, right before he crashes into it and leaves only death and old memories in his wake.