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[sleeplesssmoll]

Reverse 1999 Analysis: Sonetto's other "flaw" according to The Foundation's logic.

Sonetto is supposed to be the Foundation's pride and joy. In their eyes, she represents everything they stand for. While her curiosity is the thing explicitly stated that holds her back from being an ideal martyr, Sonetto has another quality the Foundation looks down on: passion.

When she encounters Schneider in the labyrinth, she lashes out with anger fueled arcanum (they point out this attack is more violent than usual). She cries when she's forced to leave Vertin behind once they finally meet again in the Walden. She's terrified of ghosts to the point of trembling and other visible reactions. She makes a pained expression as she brings up losing Schneider and Vertin's grief. She snaps at Mesmer once she realizes Vertin is being held hostage (luckily Mesmer understands Sonetto's hurting. She even tells her not to be hard on herself). She gets visibly excited about traveling in vehicles like a puppy eager to stick their head out the window.

She hasn't realized she is someone who feels things deeply which contrasts with the Foundation's ideals.

She is the embodiment of strong emotions that humanity is terrified of in arcanists.

[help-im-a-gay-fish]

Xunshine for mermay!

Just getting in one before Fluffynightkiller week starts tomorrow. Some updated designs toooo!!!!

Original Dream by jokublog

Original cross jakei95

And the little mermaid Crossover is by meeee.

[chicoryblue]

- - fancy critters - -

Kenai (left, she/her) is a personal guard to the matriarch's third born, disbelieving of the supernatural until recently

Shair (right he/they) is an advisor to said matriarch, a local with intimate knowledge of the Caldera's history

He's probably teasing her about being unable to keep her charge from the embrace of an eldritch entity. Kenai is this close to slapping that grin of their face.

[yellow4k]

prediction?? idk what's dis lol

so, in secret life series, we've seen 2 times that grian broke the rules for his friends, being mumbo the focus here.

why? because I'm hoping with every single fibre of my body, that grian in the next episode will revive mumbo, because we've seen many times, MANY times when he broke the rules just for him

he looks so silly in that image idk why lol

BUT, YOU SEE HIM, HE DIDN'T ACTUALLY TOLD HIM TO TAKE THE HELMET OFF

and idr of any other situation and i can't invest further cos I'm at school atm BUT i surely do know that there's way more times that only for being his friend he did special allowances with him, I'M SURE 100% HE DID AND HE'LL KEEP DOING IT.

So, knowing this i am HOPING WITH ALL MY SOUL that he'll make a concession and he'll revive him, how? idk

i just miss him sm already i wanted to see more screentime of red mumbo again he's just so silly and gives the wet cat vibes that i love

[senawashere]

What is up with you and eternalsams?

Sam is it a test or what 🤨🤨🤨 @eternalsams

[averygayplant]

everyone's re-blogging Lloyd and Zane forbidden scrolls of spinjitzu angst and this is my fucking MOMENT Here are two snippets I impulsively wrote that were made with my AU in mind but are fairly non specific anyway of Lloyd having a Bad Time trying to find him.

In my AU, Lloyd can 'see' others' energy and sense their presence in the world. He can very easily pick out the presence of other masters because their elements give their energies a unique kind of signature that makes them easy to discern. He's especially sensitive to the OG 4 and Nya since he grew up with them, and could probably find them from anywhere, as long as they're in the same realm as him.

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If Lloyd had ever claimed to be cold before in his life, he'd grossly over exaggerated.

He'd experienced a great very many kinds of cold- the gnawing, algid sensation of being possessed by the dead, the damp, clinging chill of the Oni mist, the tepid, dry frost of the Underworld- just to name a few.

This, though. This was different.

The air was so frigid, it burned where it's icy tongue could kiss his flesh. The hard packed snow beneath his feet caused the creeping frore to leech under his skin and throughout his body. The bleak world around him was so stiff, so thick with frost that at times it seemed to Lloyd he was barely moving forward at all. His breath came out in short, shallow puffs, for the very act of drawing air into his lungs made his body scream in protest at the abuse, at the sharp, frostbitten sensation that stabbed into them with every inhale.

He'd have to find shelter soon. The frost seemed to build up, to weigh upon him- almost as if maliciously slowing his approach.

It felt as if the element itself had turned against him. The thought left a dry, bitter taste in his mouth- though, perhaps this was simply just from the cold…

Lloyd reached out again for who he'd lost, searching desperately for the light in the dark that he knew belonged to the one he was searching for. Bile rose in his throat when he realized it was even fainter than before- even more scattered, distant… And wrong.

It was all so wrong. Once again, he forcefully silenced the voice trying to tell him something, a truth he didn't want to hear.

"Please don't let me be too late," Lloyd murmured softly, another count to a total he'd lost track of- willing with all the might not spent trudging forward that the ones who decided their fates would listen to him just this once.

Just this once, he begged silently.

Just this once, and he'd never ask them of anything ever again.

He did not even let himself wish that the wolves would go away, when they howled almost as soon as he'd made that promise. He was the grandson of deities that tore themselves asunder- this god-forsaken realm would have to try a lot fucking harder if it wanted Lloyd to bend to its will- a lot harder.

The howl came again, and Lloyd came to a hesitant stop. He would not die today. Of that, he was damn certain. ______

The cold was truly near unbearable.

Even within the shelter of the Land Bounty, the frost crept in with a malicious vigor as Lloyd huddled beneath a blanket he had managed to scavenge from the wreck. The wolf by his side seemed content to doze peacefully, making small grunts in its sleep. He was still struck by how bright the red coloring on its fur was, stark against its thick, white pelt.

'Red', as Lloyd had been calling him, seemed strangely self aware for a normal animal- but then, Lloyd is self aware, and he's like, a quarter of two animals. Mythical ones sure, but… Eh.

"I hope Zane is okay," He softly spoke aloud, mostly to comfort himself with the sound of his own voice. Red's eye cracked open, and the wolf lifted his head up slightly.

"That's who I'm looking for," Lloyd explained, pulling the blanket tighter around his shoulders. "He's… He's kinda like a brother to me. More than that, honestly… He's the closest thing I've ever had to- to a parent, I guess."

Red huffed, and his eye slipped back closed.

"I know, I know- Everyone kept saying that if he was taken by the Emperor- …It doesn't matter. I can still sense him, I know he's alive. Even if-" He sighs, closing his eyes, tentatively reaching out one more time. The presence that pushed back was borderline unrecognizable, scattered, and vague, but it was still there. He knew it was Zane, because as he reached further, he brushed against the others, too.

"As long as I know he's out there, I can't stop trying," He finishes quietly. "I owe him everything- and Ninja never quit. I'll find him, even if it's finally what puts me in my damn grave. He'd do that for us without any hesitation."

The wolf beside him huffed- but oddly, Lloyd sensed an approving tone within it, as if it was agreeing with his sentiment.

"You're an odd kind of creature. …Not that I can really say anything," he joked weakly, flicking the end of his tail. "…I guess I don't really belong much of anywhere, do I? Not this realm, or any other." He looked over to find the wolf staring at him, and attempted a smile. He knew it looked more like a grimace.

"I'm sure you have a family somewhere," he says absently. "…Or maybe you lost it in the cold, like I lost Zane. …But you're a pack animal, right? And even if…" Lloyd sighs, closing his eyes.

"Nevermind. No matter what happens, what matters is that we don't have to face it alone. …I don't want to face it all alone, not again. Not ever again." If he thought his tears wouldn't freeze as soon as they fell, he might've started crying.

Red must've known that, because he let out a low whine, tentatively moving close enough for his head to rest on Lloyd's tail.

"It'll be fine," he murmurs, mostly to himself. "It's fine. Zane's gonna be there, right? …And you, I guess. For as long as you want to travel with me. Where are you going, Red?"

The wolf did not respond, of course. Lloyd reached out again. He took no comfort from the strange, uncanny presence that greeted him, and eventually fell into a fitful sleep, plagued by unpleasant recollections of the creeping sensation of cold.

[justatiredfan]

Does the east on the compass not look exactly like the trident from sai?

[skateisawesome]

taped my injured knee

[head---ache]

Right before the incident.

[voidcreations]

Psykers are so normal dw about it.

figuring out how to draw my darktide character, Zelliot

[logan-w]

logan can you fight i might snatch keegan up

Snatch for what lol

[tea-with-evan-and-me]

I have a feeling Evan would love his thirst tweets and he would be super flattered. Sophie Turner called him cute and a good friend and you could tell he loved it and he didn’t expect it. If the thirst comments weren’t too too violent or talking about his insecurites like his nose or his weight, he would love them. If the comments were about his evil characters, he wouldn’t like them because he said the violent sex scenes made him uncomfortable and sad.

He’s an Aquarius with a Libra moon so this man loves to be complimented and flattered. He’s shy and unique but he is a flirt and he loves when people flirt back.

Comments he would love:

“I would call Evan Peters Daddy and make him a sandwich. I would forsake feminism for him”

“I want Evan Peters to eat my ass”

“I want to lick every inch of Evan Peters body”

“I want Evan Peters to suffocate me with his juicy butt cheeks, sit on my face Daddy”

Types of comments he would hate:

“I would late Tate Langdon such on my tits and call me Mommy”

“I want Evan Peters to dress as James March and fist all my holes”

“I would let Dahmer eat me in any way he wanted”

i don't know why, but your detailed description and the examples have taken me the fuck out, anon lmfao thank you. that's amazing.

[fat-butch-dyke]

hi i love them-

[thejavavoid]

"Guys? O- Leo? Raph? Mikey?!"

.........

"Dad??"

Donnie wrapped himself tight in his blanket. He was supposed to be done with these blindness problems. Splinter- Dad- had said his sight was completely restored.

Yet here he was, in the middle of his bed, seeing absolutely nothing. 

It was scary. 

"Dad?!!"

Nobody answered. Where was everybody? Was he alone? He didn't want to be alone. Not when he couldn't see.

"GUYS!!"

"HELP!!!"

Donnie could feel tears forming in his eyes. At least that part still worked. 

He curled up into his shell and screamed. He wanted someone to hear him, he needed someone to hear him. He was scared. 

At least before this, he was never alone. 

"Guys, please…" He could barely choke out the words as he sobbed. He sat there, in a bed, completely alone. 

He heard something thumping around him. Was that coming from outside his room or inside? 

He shrank even further into his shell, crying so hard his throat hurt. 

Please don't hurt me.

Please don't hurt me.

Please don't hurt me…

[soulsbear]

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