#hoping everyone else is safe

[linkito]

So early days hhau question... did Grian and Scar ever consider that there might be other hermits in this world too?

We know ultimately there wasn't, but they thought they were alone before they found each other, right? So would they think there's a chance or did they not want to think about that?

-🎀

It’s absolutely something they considered, and ultimately hoped to be wrong about.

But truthfully, Grian and Scar didn’t have the luxury to spend much time with wistful thinking of reuniting with any other hermits when they first found each other. Grian was weak, on the verge of fever and suffering from blood loss, while Scar was just scrambling to survive— to allow both of them to survive.

I think if the thought did occur to them, they snuffed it out. Because the chances of finding someone else friendly while tucked away hiding? Not looking so good. They’d be much more likely to find a familiar corpse.

It’s much easier to just imagine they’re alone.

In many ways, they both wish they were truly alone.

That the other didn’t have to be stuck in this hell with them.

[saphflare]

If I had a nickel for every time a SMP server was ending due to unprompted circumstances and the characters were all being doomed by the narrative to tragedy, but Philza Minecraft the man he is, somehow scourged up enough to give his cubito a happy ending despite the circumstances, I would have two and thank god the streamer decided to give something hopeful considering how miserable everyone else is

[badlydrawnstarwars]

i hope we are not just a gimmick tumblr blog to you but also an active threat to your everyday vocabulary and speech patterns as well

[harmonysanreads]

Wow....wow....wow....

[creed-of-cats]

The amount of doomerism I've heard from fellow usamericn zoomers/millennials around me is starting to drive me fucking insane.

"We're all gonna die, it's hopeless, it's not worth doing anything. This is our penance as human beings/[insert other guilty identity]"

You know who you guys fucking sound like? Fucking Evangelicals.

Yeah it's fucking scary and big, I'm not trying to say it isn't. But what the fuck is your plan??? Sitting down and dying?? Are you really telling me that this world is not worth you even fucking trying?? That you're just gonna party it out until your miscellaneous end game apocalypse arrives?

This isn't the rapture. The apocalypse is a false concept. People have been living through "apocalypses" every day of their fucking lives for all of human history, especially during the past 400 years. Get up and stop the suicidal idealization of your own tragic death. Our lives in the first world are built off suffering. To lay down and say we don't have any power is to reject the duty we have as beneficiaries of that suffering.

If you are so convinced you're going to die young then die trying instead of baring your fucking throat.

[tamagotchikgs]

my mom keeps listing off things i need to do and accusatorily asking why i never do anything like art anymore n i am just. so exhausted. ive never been more tired i just want to burrow myself in the earth n disappear in the cold dirt

[lupismaris]

Happy Baltimore Pride, the parade starts in 3 and a half hours and I'm already exhausted

[thereareeyesinsidethetrees]

Honestly, I never meant to you to feel this way. I just wanna say sorry for ever hurting you ♥️ (/genuine)

you’re a liar and i hate you

your comment about making me feel physically ill was sarcastic as fuck, you specifically keep evading my attempts to block you, and you have shown to be keeping track of this, as shown by your previous ask questioning me on if i am going to block every new follower i get

if you were sorry, i wouldn’t be responding to you again, and you would’ve fucked off after the first few asks

this is the last response i’m giving you

[barrel-crow-n]

The Darkling is literally "Die a hero or live long enough to see yourself become the villain"

[jynersq]

galen erso worst dad in the galaxy award for several reasons but like... giving his mass murder machine his beloved daughter's childhood nickname was absolutely banarama. out of his absolute gourd. it's like if you had a kid and named it lockheed martin and then the us government bombed her apartment while she was mid-hookup with her tinder date

[novelconcepts]

💚 For Taivan please! Bonus points if it’s eerie and dark-fairy-tale-ish. Thanks!

💚 true love's kiss / magic kiss / healed

There's no way to set alarms out in the woods, so Taissa makes a deal with the thing inside her head. At night, the Other can roam. Do what she will. Find her trees and make her maps. In return, come dawn, she must wake Taissa. It is of the utmost importance.

She has to be awake before Van.

She's waiting now, sitting with her back to the wall. Van is curled in on herself in their shared bedroll, arms up as if to protect her face. Taissa's relieved when she sleeps like this. It's harder to see the worst of it, when Van conceals herself this way.

Harder to see what she knows is waiting for her.

The others have no idea, and it's critical they are kept in the dark. Taissa can't let herself think what they'd do, if they knew. If they had any idea what Van is. What Van would be, if Taissa weren't here, ready to stall her.

She looks toward the window. The sky is pink, birds beginning to sing. In the nest of blankets, Van twitches. A low rumble begins in her chest, the warning signal of a predator waking to find itself in imminent danger. Taissa grits her teeth.

Outside, the birds trill. The sun is almost high enough now. She can see it not in the sky, but in the flicker-tremble of Van's muscles. The way her head is starting to revolve against her pillow, her growls growing louder. Her skin, out of sight, is moon-pale; her wolf-wrought injuries, invisible behind the protective shield of her arms, glow.

Almost. Almost time. Taissa pushes off the wall, every muscle taut. She hasn't failed yet. This morning won't be the first.

Now. Van jolts upright, a snarl on her lips. Her eyes are blank, cold, gray fog obstructing her irises. Her jaw springs open, the teeth inside long and deadly-sharp. She's fast. So fucking fast.

Taissa is faster.

She catches Van around the waist, pushing her back into the blankets with a muted thud. Van thrashes, a keening sound peeling from her lips. In it, Taissa hears the tearing of flesh, the pulping of wolf skull, the punch of needle and thread. In it, Taissa hears Van's death, her death, her death and the hard-won rebirth she just barely manages to hang onto each day.

She pulls Van's face to her own, pressing her lips to the flayed places along her forehead and cheek. Van goes limp beneath her, panting, allowing Taissa to lay the last brick for the day. The most important one.

She kisses Van's lips--cold, as they are every morning, her body uncertain of its place in time and space. Van, every morning, is dead, though her body does not understand. Every morning, she is dead, and there is something else writhing beneath her skin. Something else, driven with the waking of the sun to leap up and pilot her bones.

Something else, which Taissa does not understand, but which she fears with everything she is. Which only she can hold at bay, through love or magic or simple stupid determination.

It's there, waiting, and--in a perverse fairytale reflection--it's only this kiss coaxing it back into slumber until sunrise comes around again.

"Tai?" Van murmurs, groggy. It's her voice now, no hint of a growl. Taissa sags with relief, feeling strung-out.

"Morning. Sleep okay?"

"Had that dream again. It's so weird," yawns Van, nuzzling into Taissa with no hesitation. Already, she's growing warmer. Her skin is developing its usual rosy shade. Her wounds are just scabbed-over slashes across her face, no longer glaring fire-bright.

Taissa exhales with relief. Another day won. Another day of Van looking, acting, feeling perfectly normal. Another day, unexplainable and vital to everyone's sanity.

She doesn't like to think what would happen, if the thing inside Van got away. If it made it down the stairs. If it found the others.

It doesn't bear thinking about. Not today. Van's herself again.

"It was just a dream," Taissa tells her. "I'm sure it'll go away on its own."

[lanternlightss]

i want to draw my blorbos together but im realizing. that nameless bard very much might not like thistle. on account of kinda. being a tyrant about how he went about the whole dungeon thing. moon’s cool though

[ipwarn]

Happy New Year!

[playitagainmyjohnny]

happy pride 🏳️‍🌈

[minhmynchi]

its 4 am and well, im not doomscrolling but i have thoughts lol... i should turn them off and go back to sleep

[tamagotchikgs]

i smacked my stomach in frustration & it reverberated so loud my cats fucking SC ATT E R ED ,,,,,,,,,,,,, i am but a gong. , ,,