#FINAL ROUND!

[myfaveisfuckable]

Who is more likely to do the deed with their doppelganger?

Narcissus:

he literally drowned because he was busy looking at his own reflection on the water. you KNOW he would fuck a clone of his nasty style.

Mirror Kira:

1. so in star trek there is a mirror universe with all the same characters from the regular universe but like mostly evil and bisexual (it was the 90's, I'm just happy to get more bi characters in general(there are also non-evil bisexuals in the series so I forgive the bad trope, also evil bisexuals are sexy and I'm weak)). anyway prime!kira ends up in the mirror universe accidentally and meets her mirrorverse counterpart who is an evil dictator. mirror!kira immediately starts flirting with prime!kira and is so horny and stupid about it, she wants to fuck herself so bad it makes her look stupid

anyway i think it's safe to say yeah she would fuck her clone

2. canonically would (but prime Kira isn't down to clown)

[sexiestfinweanpoll]

Sexiest Love Interest FINAL ROUND

We are now asking, for once and for all, who is the sexiest person romantically adjacent to the house of Finwe. It's down to the last two!

[launchpad-mcquacks]

Round 5, THE FINAL ROUND

[thetournamentofelements]

THE FINAL ROUND!

FIGHT!

[tma-entity-song-poll]

Battle of the Fear Bands B3R5: The Flesh

Eat Your Young:

“Being in horrible circumstances turns you into a monster as well.”

Body:

“literally about someone letting their body parts get stolen because they're 'tired' of 'this cumbersome and heavy body'”

Lyrics below the line!

Eat Your Young:

I'm starving, darling Let me put my lips to something Let me wrap my teeth around the world Start carving, darling I wanna smell the dinner cooking I wanna feel the edges start to burn Honey, I wanna race you to the table If you hesitate, the getting is gone I won't lie, if there's something to be gained There's money to be made, whatever's still to come Get some Pull up the ladder when the flood comes Throw enough rope until the legs have swung Seven new ways that you can eat your young Come and get some Skinning the children for a war drum Putting food on the table selling bombs and guns It's quicker and easier to eat your young You can't buy this fineness Let me see the heat get to it Let me watch the dressing start to peel It's a kindness, Highness Crumbs enough for everyone Old and young are welcome to the meal Honey, I'm making sure the table's made We can celebrate the good that we've done I won't lie, if there's something still to take There is ground to break, whatever's still to come Get some Pull up the ladder when the flood comes Throw enough rope until the legs have swung Seven new ways that you can eat your young Come and get some Skinning the children for a war drum Putting food on the table selling bombs and guns It's quicker and easier to eat your young

Body:

Take my eyes, take them aside Take my face, and desecrate My arms and legs, they get in the way And take my hands, they'll understand Take my heart, pull it apart And take my brain, or what remains And throw it all away 'Cause I've grown tired of this body A cumbersome and heavy body Take my lungs, take them and run Take my tongue, go have some fun And take the ears, take them and disappear Take my joints, take them for points Take my teeth, tear through my cheeks And take the nose, go and dispose Oh, would you go dispose, just go dispose 'Cause I've grown tired of this body A cumbersome and heavy body I've grown tired of this body Fall apart without me body Take my eyes, take them aside Take my face and desecrate Arms and legs get in the way Bodies break I've grown tired of this body A cumbersome and heavy body I've grown tired of this body Fall apart without me, body I've grown tired of this body Cumbersome and heavy Tired of this body Fall apart without me I'm tired of this body Cumbersome and heavy (take my eyes) I'm tired of this body (take them aside, take my face) Fall apart without me (and desecrate, arms and legs) I'm tired of this body (get in the way, take my lungs) I'm tired of this body (take them and run, take my tongue) I'm tired of this body (go have some fun, and take the ears) Cumbersome and heavy body (take them and disappear) Heavy body, heavy body Thanks so much, thanks again It's nice here, I mean we're elevated See out this big window, it's a nice day It's a bit of a bummer we're sort of passing through Montreal tonight, and I mean, we come here and we just wanna stay here And this particular event is so brief But on the one hand, y'know, we've never done anything like this before And we haven't played in Montreal in a while, so it's nice to, nice to reunite And it's nice to see ya, y'know where things are standing And this is a really good feeling in the room And uh, on the other hand, we're going to New York this evening So, that's always a good time, that uh, that big apple And uh, we're doing a residency in Brooklyn So, if you guys know people out there, I'm sure you do, some of you It's close by, right? And uh, every Monday night for the next three Mondays We're gonna be in Brooklyn, playing some music But it is not about them, nor is it about the past It is about this moment, so on that note We will Segway into a song A song about striving for a more simplistic path, I suppose It's off our new record Here we go

[bingewatchintilldawn]

Based on this poll, here is the final round:

[sapphiccharacterstournament]

Eve Polastri vs Taissa Turner

[strangelittlestories]

After the occupation, the princess was confined to the palace.

Once a month she'd be taken on a walk around the city, heavily guarded of course, to show the people that she still lived. It also served, of course, as a reminder of what they stood to lose if they made trouble. The princess did her best go wave and smile and give the people what encouragement she could.

The rest of the time, her life was spent in musty rooms and dusty towers. She filled most of her time scouring the castle for materials which she would sew into more and more elaborate outfits, which she would show off on the days when she was allowed outside.

Indeed, the public loved their princess and her dresses so much they'd often sketch or paint them along the route and pass the images on so that all could see the princess at least was well.

This pleased the occupiers for two reasons. First: it kept the princess out of trouble. Second: it gave them a reason to sneer and they did love a good sneer.

"What a vain creature she is!" They would remark.

"Doesn't even care we murdered her brothers so long as she gets enough satin to make her little dresses!" They squawked.

This was unfair, of course, for to call her creations "little dresses" was to call Queen Murderfun the Needlessly Genocidal "a tad piquey". Her dresses were gravity-defying wonders lace and pearl. They were thunderstorms captured in velvet and waterfalls summoned in silk. She was a wizard with silk.

Still, she bore their mockery with a tight smile and careful deference.

"Please, good sirs, my home, my people and my city now belong to you. Let me keep, at least, this one last joy."

And they sneered and they crowed most unpleasantly, but they let her keep her sewing room.

Of course, they would have known their mockery to be doubly unfair had they realised the true purpose of the princess's elaborate designs. For hidden in the intricate embroiderings across her gowns, jackets and fans, the princess had encoded secret (and very detailed) messages. When she would go on her monthly walk, the city's loyalists would line the route, sketching down the patterns to decode later.

Thus did the princess transmit all the occupiers' secrets (unearthed while supposedly 'searching the castle for old fabrics') to the city and thus did she build her resistance.

On the day the revolution finally came, she girded herself in armour of thick spider silk and whale bone. She cut a fine figure with a lacy handkerchief in her top pocket and a razor sharp knitting needle keeping her hair up.

As she waltzed through the castle to open the door for her army, the Usurper King tried to stop her and she simply unfolded her handkerchief and showed it to him.

Upon seeing the impossible arcane pattern emblazoned across it, he fell to the floor with blood streaming from his eyes.

She always had been a wizard with silk.

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[most-tragic-character-tournament]

MOST TRAGIC TOURNAMENT: FINAL ROUND! [ROUND 8]

ANTIGONE

VS

DR. HEINZ DOOFENSHMIRTZ

WINNER WILL BE DECLARED TUMBLR’S MOST TRAGIC CHARACTER!

[ophiocordycepsunilateralis]

power couple

[sexiestfinweanpoll]

Sexiest Finwean: Final Round!

[sev-ille]

I may be pointing out something completely obvious, but Round 7 takes place immediately after Round 6?

Like immediately after.

Hyuna is still there, bleeding. Like it's so unlikely that Mizi and Hyuna have just been roaming for days. Like after round 6, it's been maybe a few hours at most?

My thoughts are a mess rn but damn that sucks for Till if that's true (not that it doesn't suck if it's not).

Ivan dies in front of him, then he has a change of outfit and immediately has to move onto the next Round. No wonder he looks so fatigued, like he's about to pass out at any moment.

Did he even get to eat or drink anything? I wouldn't be surprised if he didn't, but still.

[haikokuu]

round 7 destroyed me

[ultimateanthropoll]

FINAL ROUND 🎉

Well, here we are. If I remember correctly exactly one year after I made this sideblog. And now the two powerhouses who have swept the entire tournament are facing off against each other!!

The undefeated champs, the unstoppable forces of nature that are both in a style I'm not at all used to drawing, are you guys ready?

NO PROPAGANDA THIS TIME VOTE WITH YOUR HEART

[lotus-pear]

do you finally see me?

[roscoe-me-and-this-fuckin-kid]