#crucn

[vrieseasees]

He said dark cacao is father lol

[wolkewatcher]

disclaimer: no there's all or none of the above option i'm aware i made the poll o7

[ifeelsomucholdernow]

make cool outfit. add cool hat. boom ur cool

[strikerangel]

Ughhhhh why do kal3 chips take so longgg i want KALE AND CRUCN

[cleanfishdish]

WATCH OUT I BITE!!!!!!!!! RAGGHH RAGGHHH CFYNCH CRUNCH CRUCNH MUCNH CRUCN

[approximately12lbs-of-ducks]

Hello, reed loves cookies ^w^ i didn't know you had a tumblr, but I hope you have a wonderful day knowing I am now here crouched in your little corner of the internet. I bring cookies! 🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪

:OOO !!!!! HELLO ty for cookies!! I am enjoying them so immensely crucning and munching. here is a recorded example of me rn: https://youtu.be/OqL7jyrXhLs

[574nkfunky]

CRUNCH RUCN CRUCN 7H475 7H3 50UND 9F MY 455

[childrenoflight-darkness-nothing]

i have more thoughts. so of its a reiteration of old thoughts. some of its going deeper into thoss old thoughts

it was said before. jalev dragging jaime on walks. (they wouldn't have to drag)

But. Jalev likes walks. Takes walks. Probably likes the quiet and the peacefulness to just be alone with their thoughts for a bit

Seaside walks along the beach

At no specific time just

whenever they're able

In the morning once.

A grey scaled creature caught in a net and bleeding

Beached in the sands

And too lost to the world to struggle against the nets

Resigned to the death they can feel facing them

And Jalev not going to let anything suffer

Much less someone of the seas

Cautionary tales recanted at dinner tables and firesides or whispered to small children at their bedsides

Ballads sung, telling of the beauty or horror of the people of the sea. Depending on which bard you happened across

Ballads of yearning or warning

Jalev working at the nets first. Unwinding it from around them. Or faster still pulling a knife from some hidden place and working at the strands

Apologies offered. At their fear. Their hesitation to be helped. At the horrors they've no doubt endured though not by Jalev's hands.

Jalev carrying them home next. Wondering if maybe they should find someone more knowledgeable to help

But knowing both that there's not time, and that they'd be just as likely to find a scared hand cruel out of that fear as they would a kind one

Laying Jaime out somewhere Jalev can work

Can stitch them back together

No one else home. At least not for the moment.

Though their mother's the first. Shaking her head and muttering something about keridwens and their romantic notions getting them into trouble but assisting anyways

And Jaime leaving the next day. Once they'd awoken and found the person who'd helped them

Allowing them the moment to check the stitches. Their neck lifted to expose their throat when asked if it was alright to

But not accepting anymore care or comforts than that

Watching Jalev and anyone else present wearily

Mourning the inability to ask Why

Why they're being helped and shown a kind hand

Why

Their people killers. Luring humans to the sea and grinning while they drown

And not finding an understanding before they leave

Feet carrying them out the door and wings sprouting to carry them the rest of the way back to the water

Faltering in their flight but making it just barely as they dive into the waves

Not able to swim for long

Letting themself sink to a spot on the ocean floor

Hidden away

—

Jalev likes walks

Another one taken at night a few months later

Along the same beach though in a different location

Catching sight of a figure in the moonlight

Resting against an outcropping of rocks ahead

Catching a glint of scales in the light first, to give away that theyre not human

Then a tail second. Kicking against the sand like a person stretching out their legs

Jalev not knowing just yet that its the same one as before

Though maybe they have a feeling it is

Until they get closer

Feet crucning in the sand or a rock accidentally kicked. Or cough.

Giving Jalev's presence away

And Jaime turning to them suddenly

Eyes glowing and teeth just starting to be bared

Until Jaime really sees them

Recognizes them

Visibly relaxing though still wary

And Jalev's confident in the fact that they won't get attacked. Or maybe they don't care for the risk; following along a few of Keridwens most hopeless believing their to be none.

Taking Jaime turning away, eyes going back to the water. As enough of an invintation to get closer

To sit with them

To talk to them

Though Jalev doesn't get any response

Understanding perhaps that they can't. Knowing the damage suffered.

Jaime's hairs shorter this time

Thin white scar almost glowing on their neck

And they just watch the sea for a while

Finally turning towards Jalev and asking "why?" A single simple sign

Something they'd started learning for their brother. Something they'd had to adapt for themself after being attacked

Hoping Jalev understands the question

But not really expecting them to

—

The next time

Jalev's not so much on a walk as they are pulled from their bed with an echoing song

Lured to the water

And Jaime finding them just as the other sirens pulled Jalev under the water, just as theyre being pulled in for a kiss before the air fully leaves them

Jaime pulling Jalev to safety

To some shore where they can make sure theyre breathing

Can only make sure they start breathing again. The sea pushed from Jalev's lungs

Not able to help in any other way

Not knowing how

Sitting with them on the sand until they awaken

Not knowing where their home is to bring them there

Not trusting any other humans to dare asking for help

And unable to leave them vulnerable on the sands

Watching until they wake

Knees pulled to Jaimes chest as they watch Jalev breathe on the sand laid out beside them

Leaving after they wake

Staying just long enough to ensure theyre alright

Just long enough to be recognized before they dive into the waters

—

The next time

Jaime finds Jalev

Panicked and carrying their injured brother

Silently asking for their help once again

Not trusting to go to anyone else

Not enough time to go to their own people

Just pleading with rory in their arms

what if its a string of events/incidents

[constropedia]

Concrete mix design with contents. #concrete #concretedesign #concreteart #concretemixdesign #constropedia #construction #constructionproject #constrofacts #constroquiz https://www.instagram.com/p/CLoUQ-CrucN/?igshid=y0nrg0a2pn5h

[im-going-fuckin-insane0]

Rewriting my cringe “a normal day for me”

A normal day for meMe: Dang I sure hope I can eat this dog.My parents : Put it down *aiming a gun at me*Me, confused : W-wha-My parents : PUT DOWN THE DOGMe, almost finished with the dog by now : N o.My parents : Then die *bang*Me, chewing on the bullet : N o (original first post)  L : me P : parents  M: mom D: Dad. L : Chews on the rotten flesh of a dead dog P : Lemon im concerned are you ok-???? L : im literally eating a dead fucking dogs flesh do you think im ok?  P : n-no?  L : Alright. So, im going to continue with my meal and no ones gonna bother me -My dad slowly pulls out a gun- D : Im sorry Lemon it was never meant to be -bang bang lol-  L : chews bullet barks spits pisses shits everywhere i am above the law i am the new god bow to me fucking peasants  M : no L : make a cult for me now  P : alright makes cult L : pog REWRITE REWRITE THIS SUCKS TOO  I’d chomp into the flesh of a rotting dog, mm crucn. My parents would walk in pleading me to stop “pls lemon ur dog flesh addiction has caused our family everything pls sobs cries” my dad would plead on his knees. I looked down at him and answered “ n  o “ before going back to eating. crisp. i’d spit it out and then run away on all fours. my dad would chant get back demon but i stop at nothing. i’d start to vore my parents but my dad put a gun in my mouth and shot. “crunc.” i ate it and ran. then i made my parents start a cult if they wanted to live. 

[dzamie]

what’s the crucn hpart

just had a chocolate lava crunch cake for the first time

life changing