#nanithefuck

[pro-birth]

“Since some medical providers consider birth control to be an essential part of women’s health care, your provider may have made a note in your chart to make sure you aren’t missing out on something important. Explaining your situation and requesting a note be made saying that you’re unwilling to consider contraception could save you time and seemingly endless conversations about your decisions.”

W H A T

[thatdeadaquarius]

the pspspsps effectively got me. Im in. You’ve got me hooked. Now I present the new idea I just got for the language barrier au. You know how the genshin names have different meanings in different language like how Ei apparently means egg in german? Imagine speaking in another language/you native language and one of the words sounds really similar to one of the character’s names or just straight up is their name, so they ask why you call them but you’re not calling that character but are actually saying smth else like egg.

I think i talked abt this sometime ago in 2023 masterpost, so i felt more inclined to share some shitty art of how i imagine these moments go instead lmao

(it should be very assumed atp that i am so so SO sorry i took forever to reply!! /gen)

sorry its just my art 😅

Safe Travels Anon,

💀♒

I feel bad tagging ppl for smth kinda small?? and its just my art not even a writing blurb - srry guys just thought smth better than nothing, more to come!

♡the beloveds♡

@karmawonders / @0rah-s / @randomnatics / @glxssynarvi / @nexylaza / @genshin-impacts-me / @wholesomey-artist / @thedevioussmirk / @the-dumber-scaramouche / @chocogi / @fallen-starr / @areaderofbooks / @devilangel657 / @esthelily / @justinsomniachild / @nanithefuck / @questionotmystopit / @chinuneko

@kiyomi-uchiha777

[uniiuwu]

Look everyone!

It’s Santi clause :0 doing the ol BakuGlare 

(Bakugou g l a r e @therealjacksepticeye)

[sailorvirgo1993]

Trying to get back into the swing of creativity. Some expression practice.... #chibis #blackgirlsarekawaii #blackgirlsarekawaii #nanithefuck #traditionalsketch #2020drawings https://www.instagram.com/p/B6_dLd-Duww/?igshid=1pwpuk8eqle7u

[ninjakees]

4 PAGES of Tshitty Drawings!✍️ In The sketchbook, a few more sketches on the mountain. Why only share your best? When you can share your worst, the worst to your best. Worst to your worst👄 Fuck. What. am. i . saying. Mind. Fuck. Fart. Kaas. Klaas. Not. Wasted. on. Krek. Make. More. Content. Let. Them. Decide. With. Their. Opinions. Keep. Making. Shit. - - - #nanithefuck #drawings #drawing #practice #makeshit #fuckoponions #pooronions #makecontent #overthinking #overblown #manga #mangaka #mangaart #dontstress #dontworrykeepmakeshit #pencil #pencildrawing #pencilsketch #pencil_sketch #sketchbook #targethitexecute https://www.instagram.com/p/B5tnxbcgW61/?igshid=uqx0r6xykwuy

[c-innamonqastel]

//steps out of corner

[rx0thomas]

Naomi Scott as Jasmin in Aladdin? sIgn mE tHe fUcK uP

[prismhexes]

Made some funny duddy buttons for some friends but twitter liked them so much that I made more! They’re 2.25in buttons with meme engrish haha. The buttons will be available in my tictail shop on Thursday May 11th. Instagram Twitter Prism Hexes Shop

[thatdeadaquarius]

PowerPoint night with the genshin cast ✨

NO BC I SAW THIS IN MY INBOX AND I WAS FROTHING AT THE MOUTH WITH TOO MANY IDEASSS, the energy is just this:

You introduce the wonderful concept of powerpoints, then a powerpoint night and you should expect absolute chaos

Mondstadt over here like,

"Why I Deserve Wine:

I am a god

I am YOUR god, give me offerings duh

(insert conclusion here)"

by Venti, he didn't even both filling out some slides, and they're all just plain text with maybe a nice selfie of himself on the first slide lmao

STOP, DILUC'S POWERPOINT BEING A 40 SLIDE PRESENTATION RESPONSE TO VENTI'S AHALKSJ

or better yet, Creator!You version:

"An Explanation of Why the One Above Us All Would Enjoy Living in Liyue During Their Stay Here" by Zhongli, which takes approx. 4+ hours to get thru, and its his case for why u should stay in Liyue Harbor - half the ppl there are actually paying attention and the other half are fast asleep (u included)

Meanwhile Yae Miko trying to stir the pot like, "Which Vision-User, God, or Nation is Our Ruler's Favorite" 💀

Also another presentation that would make several ppl give response presentations and it just becomes: HER SISTER WAS A WITCH BRO = THE CREATOR LIKES SUMERU MORE BRO

CRYING- people like Zhongli, Albedo, Alhaitham, Xingqiu, Neuvillette, Xiao, Sucrose, Jean, Ei/Raiden Shogun, Faruzan all misunderstanding and thinking u actually want a real presentation from them 😭😭

ngl all the Sumeru/Akademiya/Fontaine characters have probably gotten somewhat close to doing some kind of equivalent to this, mostly bc ppl will debate abt the stupidest stuff over there so they get it, wonder if they made drinking games out of it lol

(first question from Sumeru characters is "what is powerpoint night, and why has Alhaitham probably already won it")

pls im so braindead rn there are ENDLESS possibilities for this, if anyone has more I am LISTENING!!!

Safe Travel 0rah,

💀♒

If you wanna join a taglist, DM me what for! "Pspspsss, please tag me for [All SAGAU posts, Only SAGAU Language AUs, diff fandom, etc.]!"

(If you ever wanna drop, just DM me! "No more taglists/[specifically this AU/fandom] please!")

♡the beloveds♡

@karmawonders / @0rah-s / @randomnatics / @glxssynarvi / @nexylaza / @genshin-impacts-me / @wholesomey-artist / @thedevioussmirk / @the-dumber-scaramouche / @chocogi / @fallen-starr / @areaderofbooks / @devilangel657 / @esthelily / @justinsomniachild / @nanithefuck / @questionotmystopit / @chinuneko

@kiyomi-uchiha777

[crankyseptiplierpie-blog]

NANI THE FUCK?!?!?!?!

[atl4ntxc]

https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSej9ywVg/

no context 😼

Nanithefuck?

[kaiju-z]

Seon Adventures Episode 27: "Poison & Polymorph”

Last time on Seon Adventures, the Cultbusters entered the Colliseum, known as the Echosmith Hall. There, they met their rivals in the 7 other teams participating to win the hearts of the populace and the prizes that would go to the victor: 20,000 gold pieces and a mansion to their name.

Amongst friends and acquaintances, our heroes came face to face for the first (for most of them) time with the re-established “Traveling Gentlefolk”. Landis, the Paladin of Fornas, the Roguish Griffin Tallywork, the Bard Dink Jawbone, the crotchety archer Jeffrey Ramsey... and new member, Sabrina, sister of Amelia.

Wordless, Luctan would bear witness to his wings, held together by a strange contraption. And fueled by a strange liquid. His tail, sold or ground down for spell components.

After a panic attack and encouragement from his more familiar party members, the party would reconvene and wait for their turn to take on the 1st, the Elemental, challenge and ultimately succeed.

As half the teams would pass on... The Cultbusters, The Darksbane’s Elite, The Foresthearted and The Traveling Gentlefolk, day one of the tournament draws closer to it’s end... And we resume with our story, as our heroes would return to the Shadowspire Mansion, under their ally and client, Nelatha Shadowspire.

While the rest of the party join up with their host for a few hearty games of her choosing, the duo of Mournimar and Belli, Belli and Mournimar, would take to a room to plot their vowed plot to make life harder for the people, who ruined their friend’s life.

Calling over Ficus as their accomplice, they would formulate a clever, if tricky to time plan, involving knock out poison and theft, not just of Landis’ stolen wings, but also of items of their own, which they’d keep obvious to their person for easier access and alibi.

After about an hour of planning, they would take to the Tabernax Tavern, the common watering hole for either party and wait for Landis’ arrival. 10 minutes into their wait, they would see two figures come, one after the other, at seperate times, but common locations. One, appearing Half-Orcish and with a familiar pink band on his wrist, while the other, seemingly an Half-Elf of some sort, his face covered.

Soon enough, Landis would come as well. And enter the tavern he would, an awkward pace to him as he’d carry the wings along, not necessarily on his back, but on his person. With a nod and a half salute, he would join the tiefling and Half-Orc at the table, where they’d have drinks and hold their talk as Belli prepared herself to take notes.

He would begin the tale. And wouldn’t sugar coat it, like Griffin had mentioned, he wasn’t very good at describing this sort of thing: 

“ We found this guy and we thought he was a tiefling, because he looked like one, we invited him to drink with us, because we are reasonable guys and he revealed he was from Potencia’s realm. It was fucked up, you know, because we thought he was a tiefling, but he admitted he was a devil of Potencia’s.”

He would admit and repeat that they took his wings that day. “It was fucked up, you know?” He hated Potencia, after all. And anyone, who was under her had to be stopped, right?

Though skeptic of the story, Mournimar would believe it, while Belli would question the rationale that they just up and chopped a drunk guy’s wings off, over something he said in a sloshed state.

“Dink figured out how to work the wings and we ground the tail into a gel to make the wings fly.“ They had been using them since. And given the state of those wings, it must have taken a while.

As the conversation would carry on, Belli demanding details, a bit of a flourish for the song to be written here, the Elf/Orc hybrid would feel something small stab into her neck. A clear sign that the moment had come.

Feeling the effects of the knock out juice, she’d let it take her to the floor and Mournimar would soon come down as well from a dart to the neck as well. And then Landis would join them as well, failing to steel himself to the effects of the darts.

As they rumage through the trio for their items of choice, Kit taking a wristlet that Ficus had given to Belli and Mournimar “losing” a sword in the process, she’d wink and whisper to her musically inclined “mark”: “ Hope you missed me.” and they’d quickly exit with the equipment, wings in tow.

It would take them about 20 minutes, before they’d regain their footing, with Landis having dashed out to search for the thieves, in spite of not catching a hide, nor hair of them in sight.

After talking their way out of having to call the guards, because of the thieves, they’d go look for Landis, but sadly fail to find him and opt to return to the mannor for RnR, in hopes to reunite with their roguish friends.

All the while this had been happening, Nel would be cleaning house against the three heroes in the games of Strip Poker and Monopoly.

Never bet against the house. ‘cause the house is hustlin’.

Those games would continue on, well into the night, when Mournimar and Belli would return home. Excittedly they’d proclaim that they were mugged.

“Well, you should have stayed home and played strip monopoly!”  a very sassy and satisfied lady would answer them in turn.

As Belli gets the ok from Ficus that they made it safe, she tries to use her acting skills before her friends to play it off like she was tired. And while Luck didn’t notice it, Amelia noticed the off phrasing the girl would use.

“I don’t know what you guys’re up to, but be careful, I don’t fucking know, I guess?” Don’t mess with the sharp eye of a sailor. “ You order your dildo in the morning, you get your dildo! “

“What’s a dildo?” Luck would ask, without skipping a beat.

(While we laugh our asses out of character) Belli and Mournimar would head upstairs, where they’d be joined by their animal friends, one way or another, before Belli would check her door.

Opening it.... she’d see Gorruck from Victrum?! ON HER BED?!!! WITH A ROSE IN HIS MOUTH?!!!!!! Nanithefuck?!

“What are YOU doing here?!” she’d demand to know from the thick half-orc. Only late in the question noticing that he had Kit’s wristband. And as he turned into Kit, her mood would flip in an instant as Kit would howl with laughter at the reaction of her dear musician.

She would reveal that Ficus was currently selling off the wristlet. Whether that was the original goal for the item or not, was uncertain. Still, there she was and she would point to the wings beside the bed as proof of their success.

The overconfident duo would cheer for their success. They did it! They did something that used brains! And in their excitement they would call for Luck to come join them over something. Spiders or whatever?!

“Okay, let me just put my trousers on!” - Luck would say, before climbing the stairs to the others. He would see Kit. He would then look to where the other twou would point with their hands, smiling and easing him into the sight.

They expected him to be happy and excited to see those again.

He wasn’t.

Luck would stand there.

Quiet. Stupified. Mouth agape for a few short moments, eyes on the bastardized limbs he had been seperated from. And then and only then would he look to the others again. Purpose and an ever rising anxiety on his face.

In a mix of fury, fear and shell shock he would point to the nearest exit and would demand Kit to take them and bring them out of town. As fast and as far as she could. Burn them if she had to! He didn’t care. In that moment that he had been quiet Luck had seen and thought of something that horrified him to this point of outburst, mixed with the pain of what he had been put through.

An aggreived Kit would do so, holding her own in the face of Luck’s reaction, held raised high as she made her leave with the contraption.

On her way down, Amelia would see the wings and put things together over what could have happened.

As Kit goes and is gone from sight, Luck explains his reasoning to the confused and yet, concerned Ranger and Bard. The Traveling Gentlefolk had spellcasters between them. Enough to where at least one of them would have the “Locate Object” spell. In the state the wings were, by this point, they were an Object. They would be concidered objects and thus, easily trackable.

They had to be destroyed. Be it so TTG wouldn’t find them or so that Luck wouldn’t have to see them as they were. Either worked in Luck’s mind. In the state he was in, he began to lament ever revealing himself to them. Involving them in his own damn drama as he did.

They would, in turn, beg him not to think that way. They wanted to help him with however they could and didn’t consider these consequences. They wanted to make things right, damn it!

Luck would, before leaving to get back to the game with the rest of the party, ask them to keep him informed of Kit’s condition, if they’d want to make things right.

And Belli would try to do so. At first, every hour on the hour she’d try to message the changeling to make sure she was ok.

At first it’d seem like she would be ok.

But her last message, before sleep, would get an answer that Kit was being approached by multiple people.

In the morning, as she’d try to call her again with her magic re-filled, Belli would cast Sending again, to make sure Kit was ok.

But there was no answer.

That could mean one of few things.

And only a handful were positive.

She’d message Ficus and ask him to check on Kit, wherever she may be. To track her if possible, because she didn’t reply to her specific message. 

A level of worry would arise as she would have these thoughts stuck at the front of her mind. No answers, only questions. Even informing Luck didn’t seem to help as he only wound up feeling responsible for whatever fate was befalling her.

Still. The group would gather and have their meal, before heading out.

On the way to the Echosmith Hall, they would plan a course of action.

Through some plotting between the five of them, they would come up with an initial gameplan, in the situation they faced one single, large target.

Belli would turn it into a small and fragile creature. Luck would cast a spell on Amelia, through his sword. Which he would reveal had “Flight” as one of it’s slotted abilities. 

Amelia would fly as high as she could in the air and spike the polymorphed creature to the Colliseum grounds and, while she flew back down, the others would finish it off, if gravity’s crunch didn’t take it out first.

That was the initial plan, if it was a single target. If multiples, they would improvise, of course.

At the Hall, they would be approached by Sabrina, concerned over what had transpired the day before, the whole “theft” thing. Mournimar had luckily not brought the “stolen” short sword with him to make things authentic.

Landis had told her what happened and she wanted to be sure they were ok. They played it off as best they could, given the circumstances and took note that the lads of Sabrina’s team did not have the wings with them.

There was hope!

Ficus would then message Belli. He had gotten to her trail, somewhere outside of town. There was blood near a river and signs of struggle. But there didn’t appear to be a sign of her form anywhere, yet.

That was a worriesome thing to learn. But at the same time, as the others would point out, it was also a good sign. It meant that Kit wasn’t necessarily in the worst possible situation she could be. It’s possible that she was in prison.

After further Sending messaging, the first horn would be blown. Luck would approach Belli and promise her that they would find Kit after this was done and they would do what they could to help her in the situation she was in.

With the encouragement given, Belli decided to conserve spells for the tournament and have Orion, in a chunky Robin form, fly over to Ficus with a message to check the dungeons, in case she was brought to prison...

The Horn would blow again.

Deep breaths were had by the five, as they would be the first to go out and fight today.

And they’d step out through the opening doors, to the center of the arena, to the cheers of a crowd that had shrunken some. It would appear that, with some of the teams having lost and/or left the grounds, their respective fans had made their exit as well. Their mistake.

The Cultbusters were gonna put on a show.

And so here they were, the Five, with all eyes on them in Round 2 of the tournament. The Spring Welcoming Festival.  The Trial of the Beast.

A challenge involving combat with a mighty beast that establishes victors as a cut above the rest of the competitors. Whichever team in their respective brackets takes down their beast faster or stays in tact the longest will advance to the final round. The Trial Of The Betrayed. As long as the party don’t lose 3 people in the fight, they are still in the trial.

As we stand and wait, the flagman lowers his namesake, signifying the release of the creature.

A large pair of monstrous gates get opened to the East of the VIP seats and our attention gets drawn to the aftershocks of thick legs moving, stomping onto the ground.

His figure is big and lengthy. Scales can be seen on the massive body on any area that isn’t covered in intricate feathers. As the party, and public, can only stare in awe, the monstrous carnivore shoots it’s head back and releases a roar from it’s toothy maw...

As The Cultbusters’ fight begins... versus the T-Rex.

Initiative is taken and Belli attempts to go for the pre-planned strategy.

She tries to polymorph the giant into something small and weak, but the starving theropod fights through the spell with his instinct. Regaining what control he can.

Amelia charges in, regardless and begins striking. Left. Right. A flurry of blows against the powerful legs of this Apex-Predator from a land unknown to the lot of them. And it still stands.  The enraged, wounded beast, would look down to the woman, who tried to back away and with a quick dive of the head would snatch Zephyrine between his jaws, putting the piercing squeeze of his knife like teeth onto her.

Mournimar takes to the back and uses his long-distance arrows to strike the creature as best he can as Malak casts Beacon of Hope for Maximum healing. Because the lot of them sure would need it against a thing like that.

As Luck charged in, the scaly golliath would try to render Amelia in half with his jaws. But she managed to avoid most of the damage, positioning herself some at an angle, where only one of it’s chomps would affect her.

Luck would swing with his sword, trying to get the Rex to drop her. To get the attention onto himself. He’d chop and slash and cut into the pheasant colored dinosaur’s left leg, after casting Bane onto him as he and Malak had advanced close.

The aching giant would swing it’s tail, smashing Luctan in the face with his thick tail as it failed to get any further damage in on the Air Genasi, who struggled and punched and pounded to free herself...

But therein came the surprise of it all.

Because before Luck had ran in to personally aid in her rescue, he had given Belli instructions to Polymorph Amelia in the mirror image of her lizardy predator.

Consent to the transformation given by the blue brawler, the magical musician would cast. And within a bright light, Amelia’s body would grow. And shift and change. The force damage repelling the T-Rex back a bit from the sudden change of proportions and perspective.

As he’d stare into the infuriated eyes of a storming blue lady Rex.

As lightning flickered off her cloud like head feathering, Amelia would charge on the carnivore and, with Luck making way, she’d snap her jaws onto the male theropod’s neck. Biting and chomping violently and angrily.

The battle would change completely, with one simple use of Polymorph. Amelia had the upper hand, or, well, upper bite strength in the conflict and she would physically wreck the real dinosaur with all the power and fury of her being, giving Mournimar the change to finish the captured beast off.

With the pre-placed Hunter’s Mark and with a good angle, he stealthily fired his Sparrow Arrows into the ancient creature’s mouth and through the back of it’s head, ending the suffering it had been put through...

With it’s lifeless body going down for the count, the crowd would go wild and explode in cheers as Amelia roared in intoxicating power as the absolute beast that she was, Luctan climbing on her back and hanging from the side of her neck as her own personal hypeman.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, AMELIA ZEPHYRINE!”

What happened then? After Amelia was released from the Polymorph, Malak and Luctan would apply a maximum of healing on her wounds from being bitten. And check to make sure she was ok as they stepped in the unoccupied waiting area.

While not in as much pain as she initially was, she was riding on the high of being a T-Rex. She felt so powerful. Never felt anything like it before, she admitted to the others, Belli specifically. The two now had something fascinating to talk about later on..

Next the horn would blare for The Darksbane Elite.

Their group would ocme out and face a large threat of their own. A Giant Ape of some sort.

And that would cause them some trouble. In the while it took them to bring the simmian to it’s knees, the orcishly inclined party members got to feel the sensation of meeting minds against their will. Getting manhandled by the creature of unusual size.

The Silverback Ape would hold it’s own in the fight, up until a Hasted Layla Duststone would swing her blade and decapitate the creature, once it’s attention was fully off her and on the orcish ones, who would restrain it’s arms.

Sadly for them, they took much longer than the fast Cultbusters and thus, they were the ones, who’d have to fall back home.

On the Foresthearted ones’ turn it was even harder. They fought TWO large beasts. Two Giant Crocodiles!!!

Though the changeling on the team did turn into a giant crocodile to combat one, she didn’t have the experience of being such a creature, quite like the real, genuine article and the scene would get pretty grizzly,

Through wounds and time the five would manage to take out the crocodiles... But with 3 of them down for the count, the chances of them advancing were slim pickings.

On the Traveling Gentlefolk’s turn, the five would face two Mammoths.

The supports focused their casting on buffering their Tank, in Landis, and DPS, in Griffin. They did this and they worked on it from a safe distance as the two would work over the large creatures, eventually felling the furry herbivores.

And so, a fated result would happen.

The Cultbusters.

vs.

The Traveling Gentlefolk.

Tomorrow, within the Echosmith Hall’s grounds. One team to stand. One to fall. One to take the riches, the other to be returned to consciousness....

Fate was a funny thing like that.

The ‘busters make their exit and are quickly met by Orion, in Robin form. A letter attached to his leg.

Belli would check the letter and stare in confusion as it appeared to be a strange shopping list. Showing it to Mournimar, however, he’d get a totally different result from it.

Quirking a brow, he’d be able to read the Thieves’ Cant as a message.

“Found her. She’s alive, but not great. Follow the instructions below to get to our safe house”

From here, the party would make a split again. The Three more-related to her condition going to the location... and the others heading back to the mannor, where they’d game with Nel.

The tieflings and half-orc would follow them dutifully, each and every instructed movement, keeping to themselves until they reached a place that would remind them of Ficus’ place in Sa-Doma’s outskirts. A small puddle of crimson was half-congealed on the ground, before the entrance, which unnerved Belli enough to go for the door first.

Unlocked, she’d go in after seeing a certain horrible sight through her familiar’s eyes, followed by Mournimar and then Luck.

Whenst inside, they would see Ficus, washing a rag off from blood as he was tending to a badly bleeding Kit.

Without wasting a moment, the talkers of the group cast their Healing Word, while Mournimar approached and finished things off with a higher level of Cure Wounds.

No longer having to worry about conking out, while bleeding out, with her cuts magically closing, Kit was out like a light, her breathing the only sign she was alive.

With the worry for her well being lowered from a code red to a much easier hue, Luck would take a stand and apologize for what had occured. Taking the full blame for Kit’s condition. He would stand there and apologize for involving the two in his own personal “bullshit”.

The two at his sides would protest and stand their ground with their own involvement in the situation. And Ficus? Ficus would ask Luck not to apologize. As friends are supposed to help friends, referring to their involvement in the winged plot. And he warns him not to give monetary compensation for what hapened, lest Kit scream his head off for the audacity.

Luctan would note that this is something that happens to them. And to their loved ones, when they don’t talk. When they keep these knds of important things to themselves. He would go off into talking about how the three of them tended to absorb themselves into their own little thing, leaving the others out. Amelia specifically. Malak was still new and there were growing pains there, after Burk made his exit almost 3 weeks ago. But Amelia? Amelia had been there from the start. The smartest amongst them.

Luctan would reveal to the others the conversation he had with Amelia, two weeks prior, when the party didn’t join her for what was originally planned to be the dinner with Sabrina. The hurt and disappointment... the personal realization and shame of it all.

He asked them to try and open up to Amelia. Not because he asked them to, however, but out of their own will to genuinely interact with her. Spend the time to know her, like in the few occasions she and he had, when on the road and the first couple of nights in the capitol.

That was what he said to them in this outburst of emotion. And then, still feeling responsible, rightfullly so, he felt, as he was the one, who told Kit to run with the wings, Luctan would demand that there had to be something he could do, for all this effort. The blood, sweat and tears that went up in crimson and flames.

Belli would make a suggestion that the two, Ficus and Luck, go out on a date, as recompence. Whether in spite or because of the Narah siblings’ energy and behavior, Luctan would approach Ficus and offer him a deal.

Tomorrow, whether or not the Cultbusters won their fight and tournament, the rogues would join them for a party at the tavern. And whenever that post-tournament festivity would occur... Luctan would ask for a dance with Ficus.

Evidently something agreed upon, Luctan would take to giving Ficus a kiss on the cheek, before asking him to tell Kit to meet with him for a personal apology later on..

And then? After that?

Luck would check with the others, see how they were handling themselves after the hard day’s fight.

Malak had been praying to his deity, Keemis, for good luck in tomorrow’s finale. For a swift victory by the Cultbusters.

Amelia was doing much better, compared to where she was at the end of the fight. Though, she admitted something tragic to her red friend:

“I fear I may never experience the high of being a T-Rex again.”

“I assure you, the opportunity will come again.” Luck would answer her, encouraging her to believe! To hold onto that dream! Where there was a will, there was a way, after all, as that new saying went.

Luck thanked her. For being herself. For everything they had been through and for being the person she was. He was glad, thankful for knowing her. Someone, whom he could admire.

Amelia was thankful as well, Luck’s sincerety being only slightly surprising in how he had phrased himself.

The two would hype each other some, for the next couple of minutes, for tomorrow’s battle, win or lose. To have a hell of a bash afterwards. But totally and preferrably to win, you know?!

As Amelia helped Luck with cleaning his face from dry blood from the Rex’ tail attack, she would ask him, with his wings now completely gone, what he was going to do.

He admitted that he didn’t know. Those don’t grow back, nor does the tail. So he guessed he’d have to carry on from this point forward without them. As less than a typical tiefling.

Then she said something. Pointed out a random fact that he, as a tourist to this land, did not know about. “Well, Druids had that ability to regenerate limbs, right?”

An awkward silence would follow as Luck tried to piece things together. Honestly baffled by that. “What?”

“Th-that’s why you went up to talk with Savon, right? If you could get your wings back?!”

While Luck did go and did reveal his condition to Savon.... the way a response was phrased by the centaur wasn’t exactly pointing that he could do that?!

But the notion that that was possible made Luctan’s brain work in overdrive. Bringing him to a realization that drove him to lie down on the ground, stupified.

And as the two had an awkward friends moment, with Amelia suggesting the two go see the druids later, whenever, we end this episode.

One more sleep, before the Tournament Finale.

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[siriusroofus]

Stolen from r/nanithefuck

[sailorvirgo1993]

Whilst walking to a convenience store to gather the necessary coins to wash my loins.... I read this shit.... #nanithefuck #gonensei https://www.instagram.com/p/BwauygoDQ1W/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1fr0ar3lwjd79

[delusionalforesight]

Boldir: (Dies)

The entire Homestuck Tumblr: LORELORELORELORELORE

[firemurtagh]

Purging my follow list is pretty fucking rad after 4 years