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cstarling · 6 months

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clarice + smiling affectionately at newt. @bravegroupie.

#bravegroupie #she thinks so highly of him ugh #NEWT.#VISAGE.

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wixelt · 1 year

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...On a much brighter note, we've somehow missed how much Marcy would love the hermit TCG, even if the only cards available would be the ones directly on the hermits' persons.

Until the drop ships, since the pilots probably account for a desire to shift the meta the Hermits have presumably been stuck with in the games they may or may not have been potentially playing.

Which leads into something else, because she may or may not be around when those cards come into circulation.

It's been all but stated that False was, Well, but you haven't told us and no one asked where that leaves Marcy.

Because False doesn't seem like The Core's first or even fifth choice. Hermit or human. So why was it bereft of options?

Oh yeah! As soon as she gets her hands on TCG cards - whenever that is - Marcy becomes a near-instant expert, & gives all but the best Hermit players a once over. Post-Season 3, Beef arranges a "re-release", & adds an expansion featuring the Calamity Trio & a few of their other new friends.

But you're right. Marcy may not be immediately around when the cards come into circulation.

And that's something i've been trying to decide on.

I don't know if i've said it before, but my plan's that after True Colors, all three of the Calamity Trio are seperated from their mentor. For Anne & Sasha that's simple: Scar ends up on Earth, while False is left behind in Amphibia. But Marcy's been undecided for me for a while.

Because wherever Marcy is, Mumbo isn't.

And I already implied Mumbo was with the resistance, which leaves either Newtopia or Earth for Marcy.

And because of that I felt I should finally make a chart so I can track where each character is going into Season 3 (see at the end).

And from doing that, I came to a decision.

Marcy isn't with the resistance, & there are certain reasons she's not in Newtopia, either.

And the leading reason comes in the form of False Symmetry.

Its the middle of the climactic battle of True Colors. Gem's brought most of the Hermits back to their senses, but with Anne now both freed from Andrias' control & burnt out, that surge of ability has faded. Between that, Andrias' field generator & his other anti-Hermit countermeasures, things aren't going in the good guys' favor.

Half the Hermits - Grian, Doc, Mumbo & others - stand by Sasha & hold the line against Andrias, whilst the other half - Scar, Zedaph, Etho, etc. - stick with Anne & Marcy, creating a second defense line while Marcy gets the portal to Earth to open so they can all regroup on the other side.

Ultimately, the first line with Sasha are the Hermits that remain in Amphibia, while the second line mostly wind up on Earth.

False is in the second line, having stuck by Anne, the two fighting back to back.

That's until the last moment, at least.

False is the last member of the second line to make it to the portal, & is about to shout for the others to follow - not yet realising they've just been scattered by Andrias - when she sees the giant newt king charging toward an unwitting Marcy, burning sword raised as Anne calls desperately for her friend.

A million images flash through False's mind. Memories both good & bad. Recent & distant.

Among them, the visage of a woman who looks very much like False herself.

"No more."

Marcy yelps midsentence as she's suddenly shoved forward - Calamity Box dropping from her hands - tumbling into Anne's arms as she crosses the event horizon of the portal.

She hears Anne cry out in shock & despair... and turns in time to see False impaled through the chest by Andrias' blade, the newt king surprised but not deterred, sighing disappointedly.

"...Now look what you've made me do."

False meets Anne's eyes one last time, smiling confidently despite the clear levels of agony she's in.

"...A-A promise is a promise, huh?"

Anne can only shout in fear as everything goes white.

So it comes to pass that, thanks to False, Marcy doesn't get backstabbed, but now has to live with the guilt of the sacrifice someone else made to save her.

And that brings me to your second point. Why False for... that?

Well, Marcy was the first choice, & neither Sasha or Anne are on hand either, so rather than default back to Andrias, the Core decides that - maybe - one of these Hermit creatures would be a viable & powerful host, dampened abilities or not.

Among the Hermits, their first option would've been Mumbo, but he's gone dark, among those who fled Newtopia to form a resistance. And most of the other genius level Hermits are out of reach.

But those aside, the blonde they have recuperating in a tank - without respawn, False held on by sheer force of will for long enough to be hooked up to healing things - is actually a pretty viable host. False is smart & strong in equal measure, & will bring new ideas to the collective.

Whether she likes it or not.

The only real issue is that - like most Hermits - False has experience with false simulated worlds. But that's only a minor thing.

After all, False had her friends with her, then.

Now, though, she's all alone...

(Note: I'd known False was going to shove Marcy out of the way for a while - the whole Core!False idea coming not long after - & it was just what happened to Marcy because of that which I was undecided on.)

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witchcraftandburialdirt · 7 months

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Staring at Tarhos outside of Robibi's garden, "What the fuck is that???" Squinting even more at Haru, "What the fuck is THAT????? Looks like an overgrown chicken-" - Danny @ Robibi league verse

═══ UNPROMPTED INTERACTIONS ═══ LEAGUE VERSE

"Place the marigold next to the newt tongue...it'll promote...Huh-- W-What was that dear? What is what?" His voice was as fleeting as hares jumping about in spring as he fashioned the layout of their cabinets, had his beloved even labeled this herbs right? Ugh... No, he didn't, this smelt almostly sourly of cilantro, why was it marked as sage? Robin jolted when Danny's voice cut through him with the sudden shift in volume, the mage finally turning to face him before his now relaxed eyelids stretched wide and horrified at the visage infront of his home. Something about that outline was too foreign, he knew it to be the shape of one of Ionia's beloved dragons, but something about it screamed wrong. Needless to say, it didn't take long for him to step into the sunlight to join at Danny's side on their porch, instinctually stepping slighly infront of him with an arm blocking him.

"Go inside, now. Let me handle this, go downstairs and hide - "

The hidden blade within his sleeve dropped into his hand to quickly block the tip of a spear that seemed to pulse with the same sickly aura of that horrific beast. Robin's wide eyes met Danny's for only a moment as he slid back, his heels catching in just enough time for him to shove his fiance back into the house and shut the door. Though that was as much as he was allowed before the blunt face of the spear slammed into his temple, his world dizzying wildly as he collapsed onto his side. His palm slipped out from under his weight twice before he finally got ahold of himself, his ivories now stained by the crimson he spat onto the wood beneath him. Two golden talons flicked downward to barely brush through his eyelashes, his body nearly jolting in fright then it occured. He thought with all of the years away from it, all of that time never fearing a thing - that perhaps he had lost the sensation of horror; however the adrenaline threading itself along each one of his nerves told him otherwise.

Damn. And he was away from his books inside too... He was never much good in hand to hand combat, without a conduit on hand this could get messy - a bloodbath waiting to happen. The mage's skull felt almost ready to crack under the pressure being exerted onto it, barely able to catch himself when he was tossed downward. Robin's worst nightmares came to fruition when he felt a hand wrap around his neck and slam him onto his spine - finally able to see the gaze of his assailant. Something ancient and wild hovered over him, periwinkle irises reflecting the gasping mess below - those eyes held not an ounce of mercy within them, there was...nothing. No, the darkness between each thread of azure seemed to wiggle and writhe - it was as thought a thousand eyes were staring at him, each a feral and wild predator ready to rip and tear him into pieces.

"Can you see me? Can you see what's reflected in my eyes?"

Hell...right infront of him. Hell, in the eyes of a living being. Robin's mouth went dry as he watched helplessly, the knife nearly forgotten about as curls soft as seafoam fell around him and onto his hands. He saw it all, the invasion, the blood, the screams - the way the silence after was so much worse.... and then.. His Other Half. Something - no, someone - had joined him on this long journey, as though they were the only two left in the world. Robin's body jolted once more as the hand tightened around his throat, fingers each turning into a vice that threatened to tear his life away at any moment. Other half... The thought of this freak somehow getting to his Danny sent him into a frenzy, his forehead slamming into his nose before he kicked the Vastayan away. He was aiming to defend himself as he watched the bird lick the blood from his upper lip, the red framing his canines in a show of dominance.

"Mmm... The Spirit resides in this one too, Tarhos. Even for a foreigner...well I suppose the great Mother has enough blessings for even the least deserving." The spear swirled along his arms before resting upon his shoulders in a hypnotizing display, "I had fun playing with you, human... but I have to go - "

"D-Don't touch him - I'll fucking kill you - "

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Such a threat split a shockwave of thrill through the Vastayan as he knelt down before the mage, chittering at him as though inviting a child to play. Humans were always so funny in that way, always thinking their little lives were so important. Although the mention of "him" brought a click to Haru's tongue and a tilt of his head, he'd barely even noticed the other one now lurking in the residence. Did it really matter? If these two were chosen by the Spirit, who was he to interfere? Then again - that bitch Karma was supposedly closely tied to Ionia and look what stupidity and terror she wrought upon the land. He finally stood up, laughing slightly, "As long as neither of you are from that pack of Rats - I suppose I don't really care about what happens to either of you - "

Haruko?

The world nearly cracked into a thousand of fractured images when the voice of his mother called from the woods, a voice he had longed to hear again and yet how flatly his ears now lay against his head. The Vastayan loosened his posture in a feign of confidence, he brought himself to stand straight despite how his left ear still curled towards the forest. Haruko... Haruko... I love you. I miss you. Something screamed inside of him, a searing hellfire within his chest shrieking as though trying to rip through his own ribcage to escape from whatever was lurking within the shadows of the trees. Far beyond the childish keening of an azakana, far older...far worse. What was calling him just beyond the edge? The cough below him caught his attention once more as he tried to ignore and shove down the various whispers,

"I-I said I would kill you...g-get out."

#ic #rp #verse: league #ℝ𝕆𝔹𝕀ℕ 𝔸. 𝔹𝔸𝕌𝔻𝔼𝕃𝔸𝕀ℝ𝔼 ... 【 ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏɴ-ᴇʏᴇᴅ ᴍᴀɢᴇ 】#ℍ𝔸ℝ𝕌𝕂𝕆 ℕ𝔸𝕂𝔸𝕊𝕆ℕ𝔼 ... 【 ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴄʀʏ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴀᴡɴ 】#bells of black sunday #me: this is a meme #me @ me: write a serious reply #THE BOYS ARE FIGHTINGGGG #blood tw

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weaselweaselweasel · 1 year

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I think we should take a moment to appreciate this drawing I did of Newt from Maze Runner (book version, I love you Thomas Brody Sangster but I will never do your elegant visage justice)

#this doesn’t really capture his actual sweet baby personality #but we can ignore that since this drawing looks so iconic #the maze runner #newt maze runner #I drew this weeks ago but you tumblrinas deserve to see this #this is how all of y’all look when you run out of your adhd meds

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juliethefinalgirl · 1 month

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receiver finds sender desperately trying to wash the blood off of themself [ Leland ]

my thoughts for this one are post-house, Julie waking up in the middle of the night. maybe they're all having a sleep-over, hears the tap run in the kitchen, goes to investigate ... only to see Leland standing in front of the sink, desperately scrubbing at his hands with such force that his skin has turned red- if she asks why, he would state he still sees it, the blood on his hands... that it just doesn't come off- but there is nothing there

"Leland...Leland?" It was like Julie was hearing her own voice in an echo chamber and the world was twisting around her. The smell of blood reawakens the warped memories of the past, blade to flesh, screams to the walls, bones--

Laughter.

Under the dim orange lights of the kitchen, Julie's green eyes immediately falls onto the tall familiar figure before her. She swallows thickly, feeling that trembling in her racing heart whenever Julie saw him. There was a mix of tingles, goosebumps, and intense passion behind her scared green eyes that watched his back. Julie quickly runs her fingers through brown messy threshes, brushing her messy braid behind her shoulder.

Julie felt nervous but she needed to approach him.

"Leland, hey. It's Jules. You're up really late."

She makes a nervous chuckle, suddenly feeling so small the closer Julie had gotten to Leland. It may had been watered down but Julie could still smell that hint of metal tickling her nostrils--the memories attached to that smell was still so fresh.

But why that smell? Why this late? What was he doing?

Julie shuffles up next to him, hugging herself and tightening the hoodie around herself--it felt too hot from within the over-sized article of clothing. Or was it because Julie was just nervous?

The water from the tab was running at a violent rate, pounding at the bottom surface of the sink and splashing away at Leland's hands. Maybe some part of Julie's mind tried to block out the image of the instrument that he was trying to clean off but not the metallic smell. It was strong enough to cause Julie to freeze and squeeze herself a little tighter as memories from the past flicker across her mind--the chainsaw screaming in the distance, laughter from all around her, Julie feeling vulnerable.

She still needed to talk to a therapist after all that but there was little time. As of recently, the group (or whomever remained) had begun to have frequent sleepovers for comfort. After the massacre back in Newt, Julie had been paranoid and in recovery from all the trauma as doing her daily routine had become more challenging the last couple of months. But she still had Ana, Connie, and Leland still--they still talked. They were all still there.

A stray drop of water hits into Julie's cheek, snapping out of her reverie. It was cold, near freezing as it streamed down her cheek and off her chin. Julie wipes her face, looking at her clear fingers to see that her skin was now mildly damp with no other color. Or color she refused to recognize but the smell, it was so strong that it had Julie's limbs trembling. 'Don't freak out Julie, just don't,' Julie thought to herself with reassurance. Taking a breath, mentally preparing herself to look at what fate has brought her today. And it was beautiful, it was Leland's side profile from his sharp nose to his plush lips. There was light scarring in areas, some healed while others were recovering. His furrowed thick brows caught her attention however, drawing her gaze to drift--noticing his pupils nearly dilated with deep under eye-bags beneath his lashes. Julie squinted her eyes, her visage capturing a mixture of distressing emotions.

Confusion.

"Leland," Julie breathes while looking from his face down to his chest, spotting flickers of red. She freezes, the smell was too strong now

Concern.

"What's.. what's that on your shirt? What did you do?" Julie swallows thickly again, her mind racing with all types of thoughts that have yet to be formulated. Her arms quickly unfold themselves from her sides, hands immediately reaching to his body as her eyes dart between his face to his shirt.

Panic.

"Leland what are you doing?"

#julie crawford #julietlk #leland #response #[ answered ]#tcm #tcm julie

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wizardingworldrevealed · 2 years

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#;; newt scamander // thread #;; newt scamander // interactions #;; newt scamander // concerning #;; newt scamander // headcanon #;; newt scamander // dynamics #;; newt scamander // visage

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legends-and-savages · 3 years

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