#Prolly not

[hmyrine]

incredibly rough and unfinished but school's been fucking me in the ass with a chainsaw

[starry-skies-writes]

UGH I watched the “Ghost” ep yesterday and when Rayla asked Ethari “Can I ever come home again?” like girl you will I promise—

Ethari must have felt so much in that episode, and now I won’t be surprised if he has a breakdown when he realised that not only his daughter returned but she brought his heart back too.

[keiru-the-worm]

i don't think i ever posted these here so, COUGH have my knife and suitcase designs

[dipperscavern]

I WANT TO BE BRED BY CREGAN MOTHERFUCKIJN STARK RN😣😣😣SCRATCH THAT IT'S NOT A WANT IT'S A NEED i feel insane

REAL! REAL! REAL! i say as my diamond tester beeps. and he’s so… thick too. being so full… feeling so good… one of cregans hands on your calf holding your leg near his hip to uh… reach deeper… his other supporting his weight… and he’s switching between kissing your neck and your chest… oh. him lavishing attention on your chest and one of your hands are in his hair as the other is on his shoulder like are we seeing the picter

[astr0disiac]

i don't think there will ever be another ship like bkdk like who's gonna be the next them? no one. not in this lifetime

[karaspal]

the “s” stands for “soft”

[adrift-in-thyme]

Sooo remember that blupee Wild post from yesterday? I wrote something for it

Forgive the quality I wrote it in less than an hour

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Legend stops short, Wild’s name still hovering on his lips, waiting to be propelled into the indifferent grouping of trees. There are eyes glowing from within the blanket of ferns at his feet. Glowing golden irises rimmed in amber, staring from a heart shaped face of palest blue.

Two antenna twitch. A small nose wriggles.

Legend bends to one knee, holds out a hand.

“Hey there. You wouldn’t happen to know where that crazy cook went, would you?”

Again the nose moves, though this time it wrinkles slightly as though the being has smelt a stench.

“Alright, fine.” Legend sighs. “Do you know where Wild went?”

That earns him some small amount of favor. The creature runs a paw over its face, fluffing up the fur there. Then, with one small hop, it emerges from its hiding place. It settles down on its haunches right in front of the veteran and sneezes.

Legend gazes at it and it gazes at him. It looks for all the world like a rabbit, with its loping gate and compact form. Yet, the appendages atop its head are like vines stretching upward in their ascent towards light. Its eyes are endless pools of molten treasure. They speak of wisdom, of mystery. They are a map Legend has yet to obtain.

Its body is delicate. The magic that waltzes gently around it threatens to spirit it away. But there is a strength about it that calls to Legend’s soul. It is painted in the eruptions of royal blue burned into the side of its face, etched in craggy, sporadic splotches upon its chest and abdomen. It is housed in those eyes of an ethereal stranger, a beloved brother and friend.

Again, the veteran holds out his hand in invitation. His voice is even softer this time.

“I won’t hurt you, champion.”

I know, Wild’s eyes say. Because you’re like me.

Another two hops and he has deposited himself in Legend’s lap. The veteran’s breath catches at this display of easy trust. Long and arduous is the road they walk. Many have been the days when he and Wild have ended up together, two conflicting minds forced to meld into something complementary. But never had he allowed himself to imagine it would all lead to this.

How’d you know?

A soft head presses against his chest. Legend ducks his face into the fur and for a moment, breathes in the scent of bubbling springs and murmuring branches, whispering wind and moist river rocks, moss and magic and autumn leaves.

How’d you know it was me?

He chuckles. Delicate fingers crowned with jewels find the spot behind Wild’s ears and rub there. The champion makes a trilling sound deep in his throat, a melody as pleasant as a bird singing its jovial song amongst the trees.

“It’s as you said. I’m like you.”

There is something about rabbits, he decides, a thread that weaves between their hearts and minds, connecting them in ways far beyond what words can explain. So that they may find one another, helpless creatures though they may be.

He checks over Wild one more time, searching for an explanation to the champion’s sudden disappearance from camp. But there are none to be seen. No wounds. No disturbances in the pattern of quick breaths. No skips in the race his tiny heart runs.

Legend lies back on the firm, packed earth, and Wild immediately readjusts along with him. He curls around himself, head meeting bushy tail in the form of a snail’s circular shell. Legend’s fingers continue their trail along the curving form, silk turning skin soft.

Above them, the trees bow to one another, limbs meeting midway to filter the pale rays of the sun. A leaf flutters down toward them. Its lazy journey ends atop Wild’s body. He doesn’t seem to mind. A tiny sigh lifts his chest. He readjusts, blinks open one eye that probes Legend’s soul.

Hey…thanks, vet.

The veteran grins. “Never thought I’d hear you say that to me.”

There is no bite in his tone. The sarcasm usually biting is gentle, teasing.

The wounds were never outward to begin with. He knows that now. He should have seen it the moment Wild’s eyes grew wide as a memory took over, the moment afterward when his chest had heaved in subtle attempts at breath, and those in the days following when he had walked with slow steps, head bowed, smile a ghost ready to fade and flee.

He doesn’t know how the hero came to take this form. It doesn’t matter however.

Legend runs his hand over the tiny head and he understands.

[loneycorner]

"Watch the blood get spilled. You can kill or you can be killed"

[mumbo-jumbo-facts]

The ask box says to submit facts about oli, however this is a mumbo themed blog. Alas I must submit both to maintain equilibrium

Oli misses his sweet prince (joehills) and sadly never got to play on his pinball base in s9

Mumbo joined hermitcraft at 17! How! Why am I not on hermitcraft I was 17 once

OLITHEORIONSOUND FACT #1

Oli misses his sweet prince and never got to to play the pinball machine

MUMBO JUMBO FACT #191

Mumbo joined this psychotic dysfunctional family when he was only 17!

[freakyalex990]

Doc... Is she gonna make it..?

[codykinx]

big hero 6

[luvfy0dor-main]

Okay but. Are you a rat

Prolly not

[ms-believer-2181]

doc..is she gonna make it?

[alexluvsskittlez]

flash warning

what if I just died

[catattack08]

I cannot sleep I drew Martin shirtless and Jon pretty ough aouhg ogh

[onejellyfishplease]

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