#pricl

[woahrarepairsagemare]

// i wanna make some fucked up dialogue that rainbow says before nightmare ends him for treachery in the nightmare rules au

' .. huh . '

' so you've finally put me down . '

' took you long enough . '

' you may ask me why I lay here and accept it rather than fight back like a true " hero " .. '

' truth be told , I knew it was hopeless from the start . '

' i'll be honest , you rule well , you managed to extinguish the fires and inconveniences ive caused .. now you'll extinguish me .. '

' even after all of those ordeals I continued fighting and rebelling against you , didnt I ? '

' the dead can't be brought back . Dark , reverse , positive , theyre all gone . '

' and it's horrible of me isnt it ? '

' soon I'll be too . '

' why would I do it ? '

' why ? '

' because I see through you and everything . '

' you only act nice to make sure no one rebels , but I still see through you . '

' blind my eye , and this eye , the eye through which im seeing you .. '

' yet what youve done to us before hand is still engraved into them , I see it and always will . '

' I wouldve been your most faithful follower ,wouldve worshipped you like a god , anything . '

' had it been that you had actually changed . '

' as the traitor , you must've seen me as an inconvenience , but now you dont , you see me as a problem .. '

' and thats what i wanted . '

' its easy to forget inconveniences , theyre so small , so trivial , but you can never forget problems . '

' you can fix them , get rid of them , or even escape them . '

' but you cant forget them . '

' you truly can't . '

' and i'll be that one problem . '

' the scars i caused will not heal , must I remind you . '

' and never will . '

' before you kill a rose , it pricls you with its thorns . '

' so stab me , wont you ? '

@alaritheaurora

[writing-sideblog-behind-books]

part 1, part 3

The food is the first offering sukuna has received in some centuries. Nowadays gods have been forgotten, as he had learned from the brat, and megumi had seemed out of it but it is undeniably an offering.

When sukuna had won contol over the exhausted, sleeping soul of the brat he hadn't planned a massacre, he'd be stopped by the baby god and the brat executed. A fifth of his cursed power'd be gone.

Instead he had planned to explore the modern world but had gotten caught up in the pure exhilarating to sensation of cold. His skin pricled, his niples hardned, his muscles convulsed in tiny shivers. He had missed sensations and stimulation. Megumi's presence is a harsh reminder of reality. His presence is a festering wound and sukuna is unable of ripping off the infected limb.

Megumi, after a blank stare, deciding to completely ignoring him is worse. Sukuna, his good mood now thoroughly ruined, is considering how to punish him best for the insolence - trying to decide between ripping the brats or the witches heart out - when the taste of a prayer hits his throat. Instinctively he swallows and it goes down divine. It fills him with a desire for peace for calm for sleep and as the offering sits before him he contemplates. Megumi leaves but his wish keeps ringing in sukunas ears, filling his whole being. His fury at megumi ebbs, confusion taking its place. Contemplating, he acceptes. As he eats the offering strength floods him. Megumi can't have known what he was doing or he wouldn't have strengthened sukuna like this. Not after her betrayal cause his fall from grace in the first place. Had torn apart and scattered sukunas power as a curse. Had left him a starving god without worshippers. The rage, the pain, the betrayal still chokes him with hate at the sight of megumi and doing anything for him stings sukunas pride as he accepts the prayer. He makes a quick trip around tokyo where he exterminates any relevant curses that roam around then makes his way into megumis room and heals his injuries. For calm and sleep had megumi prayed and sukuna granted had it. Petulantly and annoyed he makes his way back to the cold air. But even the pleasure of it prickling his skin doesn't help his restlessness. Where he wasn't before now sukuna is in the mood for blood for fear for carnage. megumis resonating call for peace echoeing throughout his being only worsens it. So affected by a single prayer it was disgusting.

But he had granted calm of such a vague prayer and he couldn't destroy that before megumi was satisfied until he got bored and needed an outlet. Megumi used to always preach morals and fight for justice but when it came down to it her eyes shone in fights and a grin lit up her face as she moved with brutal visciousness, she chose her loved ones every time over anything else. She had thrived in chaos and been the priestess of a cursed god. She had liked wearing the pretense of the hero but sukuna had thought she liked him more. This megumi had fought terrified and desperate against him, had run away from a foe he could have beaten but he also laughed - what a painful sound that had been to hear - as he went all out. Sukuna's pretty sure he'll want an end to the calm soon enough.

[spyxangst]

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Merry meet, I'm Snow. I am a (mostly) digital artist and dreamer, whose imagination can sometimes reach far beyond the stars. For this zine, I decided to pierce the blooms of a beloved childhood tale with the pricles of something thornier.

[pikaclan]

Moon 324

Overarching Events

PikaClan doesn't have enough healthy medicine cats!

Ceremonies

PikaClan welcomes Wingtimber as a new warrior, honoring their intelligence.

Loudstar calls the Clan to a meeting and declares Harepaw to be a warrior. They are now called Hareburst and are celebrated for their observance.

Loudstar calls the Clan to a meeting and declares Hazypaw to be a warrior. They are now called Hazyseed and are celebrated for their wit.

Births

Echocaw and Wreniris found a single kitten and decided to adopt it

Downkit (female) is born!

Deaths

Boughkit died of kittencough

Avalanchebeetle grieves but is not stricken

Misc

Borageburn was seen touching noses with a loner. Scandalous!

Other Clans

Hollynoise travels to SplinterClan to resolve some recent personal disputes. However, it seems Hollynoise only made SplinterClan more upset

Health

Tadpolemoor fought a rogue, and while they drove the trespasser away, they needed to be rushed to the medicine den afterwards Treewatcher's joint pain is gone Shalenibble's greencough is cured Cobaltnose survived yellowcough Burrpaw recovered from greencough Dappledpaw's bruises are gone Flaxkit's bruises are gone Garlickit snuck out of camp and returned a bit bruised, but brimming with pride despite the scolding they were given

Patrols

Tumblekick comes up with a plan to sneak out of camp with Cobaltnose (medium positive effect) Tumblekick is on a mission to find lungwort now that newleaf is here. As the only reliable cure for yellowcough, they're determined that PikaClan replenish their stocks of it. They take a warrior escort for help It takes all day, but eventually, finally, Tumblekick spots the speckled leaves they've been looking for

While scrambling down the mountain slope, Cavernpaw is suddenly brought to a halt by Avalanchebeetle's tail swung out in front of their chest. Not a step further - there's a mushroom circle, right in front of them, and you don't want to tempt the moss cats unless you truly need their help (proceed) Scoffing, Cavernpaw steps straight into the circle of mushroom - these aren't even poisonous, Cavernpaw doesn't know what Avalanchebeetle is on about. but something about this place makes their pelt pricle and stand on end, for all their bravado

[ghostlyplacetobe]

PRICLES😨😨 -Hanzo

Oop

Hi Hanzo yu tryna smash bbg?? -Alucard

Hello hazno :3

[lilcalbutsadder]

So uh... I made WOY fan doodles

[viscerax]

Hi I was wondering if you could do one where the reader and Vance we're in a relationship and the reader was killed by the grabber before Vance was and Vance was kidnapped and finds out he can communicate with the reader through the phone like finney did(and he finds out he can see them bc he hears something behind him while on the phone and it's the reader. He also gets pissed bc he can see how much the grabber hurt them when they died bc they're is blood all over them) and the reader trys to keep Vance safe and help him escape from the grabber, but ends up failing and they reunite again but they're both dead and the reader is rlly upset and blames themself bc they couldn't save him (the reader is crying and says something along the lines escape of "no, no, no, no, no! It wasn't your time yet, I couldn't save you! I'm so sorry it all my fucking fault!!") And Vance holds them close and tells them it wasn't they're fault and the tried they're best. I you don't have to though I just thought it would be a interesting scenario :)

Not Your Time

Vance didn't know how to react when he had heard you went missing. At first, he felt numb. He didn't show any kind of emotion, and everyone thought that maybe he really didn't love you.

But that wasn't true.

A few days after he had learned of your disappearance, the numbness and shock was replaced with anger. Any small thing ticked him off. He was already angry just as he was, but now, if someone even looked at him funny, they had a broken rib and a bloodied face in a matter of seconds.

No one bothered Vance. Not because they felt sad for him. No, none of them really cared. They were all just scared of him.

Vance knew they wouldn't miss him. Vance knew that when he was kidnapped, there weren't search teams for him. There weren't thousands of missing posters. He would be lucky to get two people who missed him.

Vance thought he had tried everything. He tried breaking down the door. He tried reaching the window. Nothing worked.

He laid on the rickety old bed. It looked into and stained, and felt like laying on a pile of rocks, but it was better then nothing.

The sound of a phone ringing brought him out of his daze like state.

"No. I'm just hallucinating." He mumbled as he stared at the disconnected phone wire.

The phone didn't stop ringing.

He groaned and got up, picking up the receiver, and for a moment, a sliver of hope shone in his eyes.

"Hello? Is anyone there?" Vance spoke, clutching the receiver close to his ear. There was no answer. He felt all hope leave his body. "Fuck. Fuck you, fuck everything." He huffed and just before he was about to slam the phone down, he heard a soft voice on the other line.

"Vance?" He recognized that voice anywhere. He quickly pulled the receiver up to his ear, wiping away the tears that began to pricl at the corner of his eyes.

"Y/n? Is that you?" Vance felt himself get excited.

"Vance. It's me. Don't cry. Its going to be okay." You hummed. Vance felt so relieved to hear your voice.

"I'm not crying."

"Yeah you are, I can see you." You chuckled, and Vamces heart fluttered, so happy to hear that sound again.

"Y/n. Where are you? Are you in another room or something? Tell me where you are! I'll escape, and I'll come get you and then we can go and get this asshole arrested. Y/n. Please. Where are you?" Vance spoke so fast, he was excited to finally have a glimpse of hope. A chance to see you again.

There was silence on your end for a long time. "Vance. Hun." You mumbled.

Vance heard a clattering noise behind him, the sound of a soda bottle clanging against the floor. Vance turned around, and to his horror, there you stood.

You had a ghastly appearance. Your skin was pale, almost translucent. You were plastered with blood, your hair matted with crimson and dirt. Along your chest was a large gash. Vance didn't know what to say. You just stared at him.

Vance wanted to scream. To curse that monster who harmed you. He could see the bruises along your neck, arms, and everywhere else. You put up a fight. "Did he do this to you?" Vance grumbled through the receiver.

You nodded. "Vance, I'm sorry. I tried to fight. I was trying to get out through the window, but he came in right when I had finally got up there and." You felt yourself break down into tears. "Vance it hurt. It hurt so much. He took his time with me. I tried to fight. I used what you taught me. But he was to strong."

Vance felt all of his anger bubble up, and almost spill over the top. "Y/n, I'm going to kill that bastard. For you."

You shook your head. "Vance, no. Listen. I did some snooping around before he killed me. In the bathroom, there's an outlet across from the toilet. Well, on the other side there's a storage room, but you can't get in. Theres a giant freezer. If you can remove the panel from the back, you'll be in the freezer. All you have to do is break out of the freezer, and you'll be out. Find some kind of weapon out there. They have have a dog. So be careful."

Vance kept all of your instructions in mind, taking note to not forget any little bit. "I love you, Y/n."

"I love you to, Vance. So get out. For me." With that, the phone call ended, and Vance hung the phone up.

He immediately got to work. He was determined to get out. He dug and dug through the wall, and just as he was about to screw off the panel, he heard the door to the basement open.

Vance knew he was fucked. There was no possible way he could get out in time.

He put up a fight. He tried so hard to shove the Grabber off of him. But he lost. In the end, he was overpowered.

Death wasn't exactly what you thought it would be. It wasn't dark and empty. And it wasn't like heaven and hell. It was whatever you needed it to be. Whatever you thought made you the most peaceful.

Your afterlife was a big field. A field of flowers and lakes and small animals. It was peaceful. There was the most beautiful sunsets there.

Everything was disrupted one day, when you saw him.

There he was. Vance. You thoyght he had escaped. But he hadn't. He just stood there, staring blankly at the horizon.

"Vance?" You called out, walking, and then jogging, and then running towards him.

Vance turned around just in time to catch you in his arms.

Vance was to astonished to say anything at first. He just stared at you as you pressed your face against his chest, gripping the sides of his vest tightly, like if you let go he would disappear.

You started crying into his chest. Vance wrapped one arm around your waist, and used the other hand to gently run his fingers through your hair, trying to soothe you.

"Vance. I'm so sorry. I thought you'd get out. This is all my fault." Your words were filled with the most heartbreaking sorrow Vance had ever heard. "It wasn't your time, Vance. It's all my fault. If only I hadn't interfered. You would have gotten out. Vance, I-" you couldn't speak anymore. Your sobs overpowered your voice as you clung tighter to him.

Vance just stared down at you, tears welling in his eyes. "Its not your fault. That freak was going to kill me either way. None of this was ever your fault. Shh, its okay. Please, don't cry." He kissed your forehead, trying his best to comfort you, in hopes that you would calm down.

You looked up at Vance, eyes stained with tears. You weren't all bloody and beaten up like you were before. You looked just as perfect as you had before you were abducted. "Vance. I'm so sorry. You weren't supposed to die yet. You were supposed to get out of there." You wiped the tears on your cheeks away, staring into Vances familiar eyes. You were so happy to finally feel something familiar, even if it meant you were both dead.

"Its not your fault, Y/n. Its that fucking dickheads fault. Don't blame yourself, please." He wiped at the corners of his eyes, still trying to put on a tough persona.

You sighed, immediately seeing through his facade. You gave him a soft smile, pressing a kiss on his lips.

"I'm just glad that I can be with you, Y/n. Even if it meant dying to get here."

[betterusernamethanthelastone]

Ok this is beyond me just hating myself now, I actually need help this time

[ijustkindalikebooks]

Charity shop book haul from yesterday.

[bellatrixobsessed1]

Fading Falsehoods (Part 46)

She doesn’t expect such a profound hollowness. A deep sense of it that settles in now that all of the spirits have burned away. She leaves it to Mai to go after the stragglers, the ones that got away. She and Sokka track them down, tey bring them to her and she burns them away. With each pile of ashes the world becomes cleaner. And thus she writes her legacy.

Or maybe it writes itself. The things that people say about her, she has never had control over that. 

“She doesn’t need the truth seed anymore.” Aang mentions to Dorotoko. “Especially now that we’re on our way back home.”  

“Human needs help being honest.” Dornotoko insists.

“When she gets bak to the palace, honestly can get hr hurt.” Aang explains. “Plaace politics can be dangeroius, she can’t just blurt out everything she feels.”

“Especially with what happened to Zuko.: Sui adds. “People are going to have a lot of questions and trying to  answer all of them will hurt her more. Trust me, I know that more than anyone.”

Azula finds her way into Suki’s arms. She hasn’t been much for words lately but the closeness is a comfort. “But will blue fire human start lying again?”

“Occasionally.” Azula shrugs. “Only when I have to.”

Dorotoko shifts, spraying she, Suki, and Aang with a fine sludge. Azula sighs and wipes it away. “Human needs to talk about her feelings. 

“I can do that just fine on my own.” She insists. And she has a lot of feelings that need to be talked about. She can talk when she wants to talk; she knows her limits. 

“Okay human, I will take the seed back.” It should be nothing but a comfort to hear but she finds that her stomach is queasy. She can feel a tingling in her neck as though the seed knows that it is about to be ejected. That tingling grows and grows until tears are pricling in her eyes. “Take it out.” She winces. “Take it out before…” She finds herself cut off, doubling over into an uncontrollable coughing fit. 

“Doto…she..to…choke…” Whatever else Suki has to say is drowned out by her own gagging. She hunches over, knees hitting the goopy water below. Through her tears she sees a blur of brown and green, a sort of shimmer of moss and puddle dwelling plants. She thinks that there is a hand between her shoulder blades and an arm holding her upright. Her throat is burning and her stomach cramps more with each heave. She finds that she can’t breathe, her throat is clogged with… with what? It feels ropey and slime—perhaps a vine or seaweed. She chokes and coughs until it untangles from her throat, coming up like a snake slithering out from between her lips. It curls and coils at her feet, she stares at it as it sinks beneath the stagnant puddle. All that time…

Had it been growing all that time?

Growing and flourishing within her for weeks.

Her stomach lurches again. But it is over now. It is over, she can see the seed in her palm, attached to the very end of the vine.

And her throat feels…lighter? It is clearer. She rises from her hunch and touches her fingers to her neck. She feels freedom in that touch. She hadn’t realized that her throat had been swollen until now. Now when she can feel it as it should be. 

The tears that swim in her eyes now are born of relief and joy.

“You alright, Azula?” Suki asks. She realizes then that the woman does indeed have her hand on her back. Touch…loving touch. And for the first time she realizes that it doesn’t feel strange. She swallows–a thing that is infinitely more comfortable now–and she nods. She is fine. For now she feels okay and content knowing that when she is home and it finally hits her, she will still have comfort.

“I’ll be alright.” She thinks that her voice is softer now, prettier, more pleasant. She hadn’t realized just how garbled and scratchy her speech had become until she found her throat unblocked.

She finds herself a seat on a nearby log. “We’ll give the swamp one last quick run through and then…” She looks at Aang. “And then your team can work on bringing the people of Chin home. Mai and I will return to the Fire Nation. I will stay for a while in case the people of Chin report any stray spirits.”

“I’d like to come with you to the Fire Nation.” Sucki says.

“Of course you do.” Azula gives her a smug smile. “I think that we are due for a rematch.”

I don’t know, I’m satisfied with the results of our last few.”

You shouldn't be, it wasn’t a fair fight and there was no honor in it…”

Honor…

Azula peers at the makeshift tomb of wood and vines that encase Zuko.

.oOo.

It doesn’t hit until much later.

Not until she is standing in front of the mirror. Mostly she focuses on Suki’s reflection, the grey-blue of her eyes, her soft and reassuring smile, her nicely trimmed but unpolished nails as they unbind Azula’s topknot. She watches her own inky locks tumble over her shoulders. For a good while seh studies her face. She hadn’t realized how much it has changed–but then she hasn’t seen it healthy in years. Though her cheeks are no longer hollow, her cheekbones have an elegant prominence. Mostly though, her face is soft and delicate. Azula follow Suki’s touch from her neck to her shoulder and then her arm. Suki trails her pointer over the line of her bicep. Azula’s tummy tickles; it has also been years since she has seen them so healthy. So defined. Azula traces the line of Suki’s touch.

And then they grave over the scar. She bites her lower lip.

“Do you miss him?”

She wishes that she could say no. 

She wishes that she could say that she didn’t share the same nightmares as Mai. The ones where his agonized face reappears as vividly as it had the day it happened. The ones where her mind clearly recreates his gaping mouth and that bloodied branch.

She wishes that she could say that it doesn’t haunt her. That it doesn’t leave her waking in a cold sweat with shakes and a potent sense of regret and loss. A feeling of guilt that she hadn’t been able to do a thing to stop it or salvage things—that he might still be alive if she had been paying better attention.

She wishes that she could say that it doesn’t bother her at all because she hated him anyways. 

But the truth is that she finds herself longing for something that will never happen, a closure that she will never get. She thinks that, deep down, if they had made the right moves they could have, at minimum, coexisted.

She thinks that, that would have been better.

She thinks that a perpetual feud would have been better than the what if’s and the nightly resurfacings. 

She finds herself nodding. “I think so, maybe.” 

Suki pulls her into a hug and squeezes tightly; Azula knows that she knows that it is a lot more complex than four simple words. 

.oOo.

They call her many things; they call her ‘The C;eanser’, ‘The Spirit Burner’, ‘The Spirit Cleanser’. But it doesn’t rattle her until they call her, ‘Firelord Azula.’ 

The title has more weight to it than the crown itself. It comes with emotions that she hasn’t felt in a very long time. Ones that she had buried deep. The ones that have hung unwelcomingly around since Sozin’s Comet blazed through her life.

She gives a long exhale as her servants bind her hair up more elaborate than it ever has been. Another lifts her hand and polishes it a vivid blue. It doesn’t particularly match but it suits her well–a homage to her cleansing fire. And finally, for a change, she feels like a princess… a Fire Lord. She feels important and accomplished.

And terrified and overwhelmed. 

“Peach or mango?” One of the servants asks. 

“Peach will do just fine.” It is subtle and sweet. A comforting aroma that doesn’t quite befit her personality. But she needs something docile. 

She just hopes that it will be enough to soothe her through her coronation.

Her coronation and all of the memories that it will unearth. She squeezes Suki’s hand. 

And she looks to Mai, “you are doing better?”

“I’m…processing things.” Mai answers quietly. 

“But TyLee has been helpful?”

Mai gives a slight smile. “Of course. You know TyLee. She just…”

“Knows what to say.” Azula fills in.

“Things like, you’re going to do grea, Azula!” The Fire Lord to be jolts when TyLee wraps her arms around her. “You’re really smart and you’ve been training your whole life for this.”

“That’s not what I’m worried about, TyLee.” 

“What are you worried about?” She unlatches herself from Azula and wraps her arms around Mai.

To the annoyance of the servant working on her polish, Azula shrugs. “Just getting through the coronation I suppose. Hopefully this time without any dreadful impulse haircuts.” 

“I thought that it was kind of cute.” TyLee remarks. 

“When did you see it?”

“When they were escorting you out.” 

Azula sighs, there are so many holes in her mind from that day. And Agni she isn’t ready for them to possibly get filled in. She tries to focus in on Suki’s thumb as it strokes the back of her free hand. Or on TyLee nuzzling her cheek against Mai’s. The ceiling tiles work too; anything but focusing on her upcoming coronation. 

.oOo.

She shouldn’t be here kneeling at the coronation square in front of an abundant crowd. She can only say that she feels better by comparison. She supposes that it can’t possibly be worst than her first ceremony. And yet the longer she kneels there, the more the people disappear in her mind. One by one she can only visualize and empty square. One by one until only two are left; a man who looks vaguely like Zuko and Katara. Her stomach squirms and she shifts. It is unbecoming of a Fire Lord to be so visibly restless–she hopes that no one notices. 

It is different now, she tells herself. Katar is there to…to support her. She only wishes that she weren’t so clearly envisioning herself on the roof, cackling and throwing fire and insults. 

If she weren’t so clearly envisioning herself at the very back of the crowd chained to that grate. She realizes that the chains are still there. 

She takes a deep breath.  Agni, she wishes that they would just put the crown on her head and just get it over with; she had been just as antsy and impatient the last time. This time she keeps quiet. 

She isn’t sure how she is going to give her speech. She is so jittery. She should be elated but she only feels tense and shaky, like her head is dipping under the water. 

Mai gets to her feet and ascends the stairs in spite of the protests. 

“Mai?” 

“Just wanted to be by hour side.”

TyLee, on her other side, beams. 

“If you don’t mind sharing some of your glory.” 

“I don’t mind.” Because it saves her from remem ering the horrible things. 

Those worse times. Those lonely times. 

She scans the crowd for Suki who gives her a small wave. Aang is next to her, leaning against Katara. And she finds Soka–as soon as they lock eyes he gives her a lopsided grin and a very unhelp ful thumbs up. One that Toph mimics. 

Her stomach flops again, she knows that Zuzu would be filling the space between Sokka and Aang. She has to put it out of her mind. One humiliating coronation is plenty and this time she has a crowd. A road that needs a strong, competent leader

She is hardly listening to the fire sages so it takes her by surprise when she feels a weight on her head. She takes a breath and rises, tall and much bolder than she actually feels. And they clap for her.

They clap for their Spirit Cleanser and their Fire Lord. 

And they mourn for Zuko. Mourn the shortest reign in Fire Nation history. 

She wishes that she were too angry to mourn. But she isn't angry anymore, not at all. She finds that she is actually quite sad. 

Sad but no sadder than Iroh who can’t seem to meet her eyes. 

She doesn’t dwell on it for long—she doesn’t have the chance. Formality be damned she lets TyLee throw her arms around her. Formalities be damned she lets Suki run up and lift her off of the ground. She gives a small yelp of surprise when the Kyoshi Warrior slings her over her shoulder. She could kill her. But then, maybe she should be gald, maybe the Fire Nation could use a more spontaneous and lively era. Maybe she needs to shed those chains first, even if it makes her feel ridiculous. 

Suki kisses her cheek. “Happy coronation day, Spirit Cleanser.”

[ladyhearthkeeper]

Clearing the area around a patch of nettles is an arduous task.

It's for the benefit if those nettles as old stalks and deep vines will stunt their growth...but what do they give you in return? In spite of gloves and long sleeves you get stung!

Oh well! What's a temporary pricle when you know all the minerals and vitamins you will get once these nettles are big enough for a soup?

And what a pleasure to work with soil and plants once again!

[metamelonisle]

pricle flick found crying in a dryer because. idk his ice cream melted. let the boy cry

[theobsessor1]

Oooh! This mer magic is so interesting! I wonder if it works like that in every one or if Thomas is a special case since he's human.

Gosh can I be added to the tag list for this thing. I definitely need to know when the next part comes out

Dragged From The Depths (5)

Summary: Thomas isn’t dead, and he’s not sure why.

(Check my reblog for links to previous parts and the taglist!)

Shoutout to @oxygenandduchess for commissioning this chapter, as well as the last one! It was my pleasure to write these! :D

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Thomas was dead… right? He had to be dead. He should be dead.

He remembered that monster coming out of the water, so terrifyingly gigantic. He remembered feeling like the boat might just topple over, like a bath toy sunken by a teasing child. Thomas had been thrown about, desperately clinging to the railing, but the metal was slick with sea spray and Thomas had tumbled overboard into the waves.

Frantically Thomas had attempted to tread water. Where was the surface? He kept trying to push his legs up but after a while he didn’t know where ‘up’ was; it was an overbearing darkness, the currents dragging him down into the depths like a sunken prize. 

Is this how I die? Thomas had thought to himself, floating further into the murky blackness. His lungs began to burn, desperate to take in air, and Thomas knew he couldn’t hold his breath much longer. Were Remy and Deceit next? Would they join him? Thomas’ eyes stung, straining to make out anything in the opaque waters. He could only see shadows, large ominous figures that appeared too impossibly big to be swimming this close to the surface.

All of a sudden, a massive embrace crushed around Thomas’ stomach. Against his will Thomas let out a gasp, and instantly water began to pour into his lungs.

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[mvprs]

Domaćini neprikosnoveni u elitnom rangu srpskog košarkaškog takmičenja.

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Part 1

The new Glass Desert is really fun to explore. A lot of new stuff: 4 new slimes (dervish slime, tangle slime, mosaic slime and fire slime), 3 new food + one more special (pricle pear, silver parsnip, painted chick and ash(?)), new “storm” thingie and new resources (I don’t really know ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)) and many funny things!

•The first thing to see in the desert, exept “storms”, are some weird flower-bulbs. You’ll need these later.

•The storms aren’t very dangerous, actually. Just don’t touch the flames, the boulders and these… red… things..? “Reddies” explode as soon as they touch ground or the player, but you can shoot water and they’ll disappear.

•There are a lot of slime-monuments, like the ones next to the big gate in the Ancient Ruins. There are three of a kind, a three of rocky slimes, a three of dervish ones, of tangle ones and of mosaic ones (at least that’s all I’ve found).

•The first new slimes you’ll probably meet are the dervish ones. They sometimes just randomly appear. Comepletely harmless and totally cute. (I’ll tell about all the slimes later).