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tragically-torie · 10 months

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How fucking cute are they though? 🌿🪴🧚🏼

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thesmallplantperson · 1 year

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Last few days of warmth are being happily enjoyed

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bechnokid · 6 months

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Originally posted in r/Tamagotchi, I'm happy with how this silly drawing came out lol. The official artwork for Sabotenshi (or Cactus Angel) doesn't depict them with any wings, so I got curious!

What do you guys think? :0c

#tamagotchi #tamagotchi angel #angelgotchi #virtual pet #sabotenshi #cactus angel #bechno art

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eluminium · 1 year

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Life Series: Angel's Blessing

...or how killing Skizz seems to lock you into a Top 2 placement.

Welcome to another post where Eluminium goes insane about Skizzleman because the brainrot is consuming me.

So y'all know of the whole "Skizz and the number 3" thing? Well, a part I forgot to mention in the original post was a weird thing relating to Skizz's last deaths. Now Skizz is very good at dying early, he and Jimmy are the only two people who've never made it past session 7. In 3rd Life, he was killed by Grian. In Last Life, he was shot by Ren. And in Limited Life he sacrificed himself to TIES by having Etho kill him.

But.

In (almost) every single death he's had, he's been killed by either the winner of the game or by second place. And the other one (Scar for 3rd Life and Scott for Last Life) was also there to witness it firsthand. Every time. It's not as strong in Limited Life, but it's still there. Who was a witness to Skizz's sacrifice? Impulse. Who came second? Impulse. Martyn didn't witness it nor permakill Skizz, but you could argue that one of the kills Martyn got on Skizz pushed him towards his eventual martyrdom.

In almost every series, the one to either permakill Skizz or watch Skizz permadie gets top 2. With no fail (so far.) Three times in a row.

Hmmm, well isn't that weird? And it's happened in every series Skizz has been in. And what are the only numbers above three? That's right. One and Two. First and Second. It's almost as if Skizz's weird curse tied to the three works as a blessing for whoever is there to kill him or watch him die. I suppose one man's curse is another man's blessing.

So uhm, petition to call this weird phenomenon "Angel's Blessing." For...obvious reasons.

Hey I mean, could probably work it into a funny design thing.

Just imagine Desert Duo in the cactus ring. As they throw punch after punch and speak their woes on how they don't wanna do this, two cracked and barely noticeable triangle-shaped halos (haha get it because three) are hovering over both their heads. As Scar's health starts draining, the halo fades with him, while Grian's only grows stronger, and more stable. Eventually, Grian's fist cracks right through Scar's barely visible golden headpiece, and with that, Scar has no chance. Not that he put up much resistance in the first place.

Just imagine Scott and Ren's final battle. Scott, fresh from his kill on Martyn, with his triangle halo hovering, just taking shot after shot on Ren. With every hit, Ren's halo grows weaker. However, it isn't Scott who smashes the fragile thing into pieces, instead the honor is given to a random zombie, who doesn't care what it just destroyed. When Scott stands victorious, divine lightning strikes and shatters his halo too.

Just imagine Martyn cutting down Scott first because he knows. He's an observant guy, he's noticed the little gold barely-noticeable triangle floating over Impulse's head. A naive soul would have mistaken it for a trick of the light, but Martyn sees how it cracks as if solid when he ends Scott's life. Scott had to be first, Scott didn't have a halo this time. If Martyn himself looked up, it's quite likely he'd see his own little triangle. Strong, solid, blessed. But the one floating over the demon's head is a broken, helpless, sad little thing uselessly clinging onto hope after being so thoroughly crushed.

Martyn's brain takes him back for a second. Back to the very first session of this damned death game. Back to that cave, to the rush of the Boogeyman curse, and back to Skizz. As Skizz called him up to give him a sweet compliment, he readied his blade. But all he saw was this poor wingless angel, an angel who had his two snow-white wings hacked off by two boogies barely ten minutes in. All that remained was his halo, and if Martyn wanted to kill Skizz, he would have had to break it...and he couldn't bring himself to do it. It was almost too pathetic. He let Skizz live, let him keep his last piece. And that would be a piece kept until Etho broke it on Skizz's behalf since Skizz never got Boogey killed again.

He couldn't go through with the backstabbing then. It's different now. Much blood-drenched time has passed since.

Now Martyn brings down his axe and lava on his ally, a betrayal he refrained from when this series started. He's numb by now.

When lightning strikes where Scott once stood, he looks over to a shocked Impulse. An Impulse with no armor, an Impulse who won't be able to react in time. Just as helpless and vulnerable as Skizz in that cave. The halo still sits right over the demonic horns, and to kill Impulse, he'll have to break it.

But Martyn is a different man now. Those acts of mercy are long gone. Now, he feels nothing as he mercilessly chases Impulse down and brings his axe through the halo that once made him hesitate. Wrathful, hungry, animalistic.

It's what these worlds do to them. It's what they do to them.

An Angel's Blessing can't guarantee victory. But it can guarantee something better than third.

And well. For once, the blessing went to Impulse. About time, considering Impulse has watched Skizz permadie every single time.

Isn't the Life series just full of fun patterns to discover?

btw Skizz said on the podcast today that he has a habit of sometimes kissing Impulse on the cheek when they're reunited. Just a fun fact to cheer you up <3

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mentallyillfromdd · 6 months

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trick or treat!

TRICK!

The Sun stared down at his bloodied hands. The man below him still let out shallow breaths, but he was too tired to even fight back against the Sun. He threw punch after punch at the gray cowboy below him. Blood and gore splattered over the two. The Sun frowned, he didn’t know if he should be happy that the dark red liquid covered the disheveled face the Sun had disfigured. Spirits raved their screams around the two. They were getting the blood they craved.

If the Sun listened closely he could make out specific voices and place names to them. The Red King and his hand, a timekeeper and his friends, the Stars and the caged canary he called his husband, a lone wolf who got driven mad when his house went up in flames. There were twelve voices in total. The Sun thought of them not as distant acquaintances now. He wouldn’t be able to think of them as more without fully breaking, he thought.

While the Sun was small in stature he carried a lot of weight, mostly in his heavy satchel- although that sat just outside the ring of cactus he was currently sitting in- and in his giant multi-colored parrot wings. His bones were hollow, but his giant wings held a good amount of weight. He continued to throw punches at the gray man below him. The gray man who was once his friend- a sister star the Sun split from. Maybe once a brother and ally, but now was nothing more than a corpse the Sun sat over. Maybe the body below the Sun was Proxima Centauri, maybe he was a planet like Mars—no, Mars was someone else. Maybe he was Mercury. Maybe something bigger. It really didn’t matter what he was.

He was dead.

Beaten to death by the Sun. The Sun punched his stupid face that he had been stuck with for weeks. The Sun thought he would be happy when he would finally get to leave the body below him. Not like this, he sobbed over the man. Maybe he screamed. Maybe he screamed curses in his mind. Maybe he only let out hiccups of weeps with his shaking breaths. He wasn't fully aware of himself until he shot up from his frantic crying and wiped his tears as the spirits whispered in his ears.

One more to go. They said in unison, One more life to take he filled in the blank.

The Sun had taken eight lives in the past week. While only two were permanent deaths, he still had six different people's blood on his hands—twice the amount of blood for the body under him and the fallen angel who cared for all. He honestly couldn't remember who he was now. Who he was before he turned red before he accidentally led a creeper to kill—Who he was before he forced himself into this game. Everything from before blurred in his mind. A lot of nothing. The same nothing he found when he let himself fall off the nearby cliff (Formally called Pride Rock. He remembered it being called that) and landed on the sandstone below. The same nothing that he found in the void. The void, he guessed, that showed the after. After one died. He sent two people here to this lonely solitary confinement. Maybe he should be glad he sent them here. The sooner they didn't have to deal with everything the Sun hated himself for doing. His hands were dirty and he would never be able to properly wash them.

The Sun opened his eyes. When had he closed them? He was tired, like he just slept for months straight. The Stars stare. Not at the Sun, not at anyone. The Stars stares forward and takes off, just like everyone else when it is time. The Sun kills the most he ever had that time. Take the pain away from others. The Stars is the last standing and the Sun strikes him down.

The Sun opened his eyes. Had he really closed them again? The Moon cries. She screams at the Stars, at the hand, at a zombie with red curly hair. She cries for her late dog with a red collar. She cries for her soulmate that left her. She cries for the sake of crying. The Moon watches as the Stars sacrifices himself for her. Killing them both. It’s counter-productive. Maybe the Moon will forgive him.

The Sun opened his eyes. Closing them seemed to be a pattern. Mars pulls at the ocean’s tides. He’s mad. He smirks, a hand without a head, a hand without his king. Mars is crazed. Mars is manic. He betrays the Stars and a demon, running back to the shores he called home where he runs out of time. The ocean pulls at him while the sand trickles down an hourglass.

The Sun opens his eyes. The pattern repeats. He’s tired. A statue looms above him with secrets that are whispered in his ears. It has a mask with a familiar symbol on it. The Sun closes his eyes. The mask is still burned into his mind. He knows. He can’t escape. He tried before and it worked out so well. So, so, well that, now, he’s stuck in this pattern of death and destruction. He opens them again. The Sun is stuck.

He can only hope to spare his friends from the pain he went through the first time around. He can only hope to kill them before they have to go through the pain of beating their closest friend to death in a ring of cacti in the burning hot sun.

#take some silly little angst #IN a never seen before fic i haven't gotten round to posting!#trafficblr #traffic smp #grian #watcher grian #grian fanfic #traffic series fanfic #3rd life #last life #double life #limited life #secret life

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go-learn-esperanto · 2 years

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Iconic Mcytblr Posts

Hi! I'm back at it again!

This is a masterpost of iconic mcytblr posts! I accept suggestions but I'll ask you to first:

Click in this link to see if the version you're seeing is the last one. I might have put it in here already.

Check my Cursed mcytblr masterpost to see if the post isn't there already.

There won't be (intentional) overlap between both masterposts.

Without further ado, the posts:

She Sells Seashells By The See Shore (3rd Life SMP)

If You Can't Get a Girlfriend (Hermitcraft)

Tubbo Has a Better Plan (Dream SMP)

The post that kickstarted the whole HC X Dsmp crossover fever

Mcytblr edited posts are "sinister"

Who is this MCYT?

Angel With a Shotgun Grian (3rd Life SMP) The post that started it all. For Angel With a Shot Grian fanart that sprouted out of this post you can check my tag #angel with a shotgun Grian.

Sneegsnag isn't real

Fuck Dream Friday

Help Girl

men's waists be so small like what do u need that small of a waist for?

[Hermit] the kind of guy

Is he dead...

Innuon (disclaimer: This post is not supposed to be a formal proposal, it's supposed to be comedic. That being said the research is real)

Babygirl I have mental illnesses the dsmp hasn’t even heard of

Fruity

Do you want the meal or just the sandwich? (Dream SMP)

Share if you don't think..... (last Life SMP)

What do you say? (3rd Life SMP)

Thank guns im friday (Dream SMP) + Sneeg (Origins SMP)

Clark and Malfina - Karlnapity version (Ⅰ, Ⅱ, Ⅲ, Ⅳ, Ⅴ)

Scar's elf bed is cursed (Hermitcraft) (this one is so cute)

Who is this post about?

This isn't about the lion king

guy who plays geoguessr for 14 hours a day

Wreck Havoc Wednesday (3rd Life SMP)

Fanart Vs IRL (buffness scale)

Never underestimate someone that has trained under techno blade

wait is wilbus soot a mcyt or artist? Im confused

Who is bdubs and why dont we want him here?

He's in

Renaissance Tubbo

Jesse

The chicken wing place? (Hermitcraft)

Pop Stars (Hermitcraft)

Among Us Drip Remix (Dream SMP)

Tommyinnit's evolutions

Moon blog (Hermitcraft)

Quackity's Fake Plant (Dream SMP)

[Dream SMP Character] sounds like this

A screenshot of Impulse (definitely not a goat)

Fanon Boatem

they fucked in that cactus ring .

Jumbo Ferriswheel

We have to commit to a life of wakefulness

I Support Gay Divorce

A transfem and her cat— Wait.

How many letters? (MCC)

#mcyt #mcytblr #hermitcraft #dream smp #3rd life smp #last life smp #100hrs hardcore #empires smp #dsmpblr #hermitblr #empiresblr #trafficblr #iconic masterpost #origins smp

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foxes-that-run · 6 months

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2018 Haylor Timeline

Timeline Tag, or years 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014, 2015, 2016, 2017, 2018, 2019, 2020, 2021, 2022, 2023 and 2024..

1 January - Harry in Palm Springs, Saturn jumper. Karlie Kloss posts swish swish basketball (Katy Perry Taylor diss track)

4 January - reports camille met Harry's family

11 January - End Game video released - Haylor references galore. Joe in Italy.

13-22 January - Harry wrote Fine line: "Fine Line" I wrote [during] a gap in the tour. It was January 2018 and I was at my friend Tom's house. Harry was seen in la in the last 2 weeks.

22 January - Harry in LA with Camille from 13th to 29th

21 January - Taylor in Italy, Harry in NYC 25th

26 January - Harry performs at Fleetwood Mac person of year, Xander there

18 February - Taylor in LA Repu-hersal, Taylor in Big Sur on 28th

18 - 24 February - Harry in on 18th and 24th London

4 March - Harry shot the Gucci Campaign with the chicken in St Albans, England

10 March - Taylor and Joe hike with Joe in dark jeans and Nikes in Malibu

11 March - Live on tour starts again in Switzerland, Anna and Medicine played live for the first time and added to the rest of the tour setlist.

10 April Harry in London

13 April - Taylor releases Earth, Wind, Fire cover with 28 September. It accompanied Delicate vertical video the original release said is ““Taylor says that she chose ‘September’ for sentimental reasons. She’s always loved the classic tune by Earth, Wind & Fire, and notes that the month of September is especially meaningful to one of her relationships.” - Spotify” the ‘one of relationships’ part is later edited out of the Spotify press release!

21 April - Taylor posts video thanking fans for responding to Babe, she wore the Evil Eye ring that appeared in Rep.

23 April - Taylor has Robbie Williams on Rep and plays Angels.

5 May - Harry played a mystery melody before Two Ghosts

7 May- Joe and Taylor post photos with a cactus, kiwi vibes.

9 May - November Reputation tour, Joe at opening night

9 June Taylor plays Manchester the. Is not seen till the 16th, Joe and family there

15 June - Xander, his parents and Anne at Harry’s Phili show.

16 June - Harry was full of beans in Toronto and wore a pink jacket with snakes and cats with wings embroidered on. Taylor played HYGTG in Dublin, only time on Rep tour.

22 June - 2 days after a year since Robin passed Harry emotional performing Sweet Creature in New York. Taylor has Niall as guest in Wembley the same night, Niall wore a NYC shirt. Joe was this show. Harry performed Shania Twain's Still the One. Taylor referenced this suit in the Me! Video. Harry invested in the Calm App. Harry photographed with Max and Xander, he looks really sad. Rumour he was staying with Xander. Xander, Jeff, Maxwell, Tommy at show

28 June - Taylor performs Reputation secret session for AT&T in Chicago. When introducing new year day talks about 2 NYEs ago jumping into an icy pool, the version Taylor Nation had posted has only this speech cut out from the full video. (24:38) Harry unseen

30 June - Harry has a show in Chicago! Taylor unseen! This suit is one referenced in Me!

1 July - Harry energetic in St Paul, the Medicine recording and sang “running with you” not wolves in MMITH. Last Heart kiss till 2021 in Only Angel

3-4July - People reports Taylor and Joe 'frolic' in Turks and Caicos

14 July Taylor’s delicate basket malfunctioned and she played wildest dreams a cappella. Harry wore the “whos Jeff azanoff” shirt backstage, Xander there also.

18 July- live on tour ends

21 July - Taylor played Clean, first time since 2015. Rain show.

31 July - Harry and Camille break up. Harry pictured with Karlie Kloss on Yacht in Italy with Sunflowers.

1 August - Harry driving Maserati in Italy

4 August - only time CBBH played before 2023, never on red or 1989 tours, this 1 on rep and 2 Eras shows.

13 August- blind Taylor controlled joes socials

14 August - Reputation show in Tampa filmed for Miss Americana which shows Joe, he is only seen at this and the first show.

28 August - Joe looks angry walking with Taylor in London

2 September - Golden maybe recorded, Harry told rolling stone The first song written for Fine Line, on the second day of the sessions at Shangri-La Studios in Malibu. Photographed in yellow pants. At 41 mins in of the Zane interview he describes writing it as his favourite memory of making fine line.

21 September - blind that Joe was ‘picked for role of BF’ by professor

28 September - Taylor went to Favorite NYC premiere with Joe. Harry at dinner in London. Both wore red. Taylor played Wonderland as the Surprise song, one of 6 ever plays.

1 October - Harry lunch in La Xander

9 October - Harry arrived in Japan looking like jagger and japan Dec 18 - Jan 19

19 October - Taylor doesn’t go to Kk wedding

17-28 October - Harry in LA on 15 and la 26th

19 November - Taylor signs with republic records and posts about it

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21 November - last rep show which is in Tokyo. Plays emotional set of surprise songs are wildest dreams (1 of 3 times she played it on the Rep tour) and So it goes (one of 8 times it has ever been played live), dancing with our hands tied and I know places. Harry writes little freak in Tokyo and leaked ophelia (I feel ya) that refers to staring at her in Tokyo missing her and fantasising. Taylor posts about finishing tour, her last big machine records commitment

11 December - Taylor goes to goes joes movie premiere then next seen back in NY with Joe. Harry in LA 12th

25 December - Taylor spent christmas in a castle in Ireland

Continue in 2019

#Youtube #haylor #haylor timeline #taylor swift #harry styles #2018

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edosianorchids901 · 9 months

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Flash Flood

@flashfictionfridayofficial prompt - "the sand ocean"

“You promised me sand,” Crowley complained. “’Oh, Crowley, come with me to Arizona. Help me with my blessings. There’ll be sand.”

Beside him, sitting on the roof, Aziraphale sighed. “I did.”

“Loads of sand. Enough sand that I could shift into serpent form and dive in and out of it all damn day. A whole ocean of sand.” Accusing, Crowley pointed down. “This isn’t an ocean of sand. This is an ocean of ocean.”

“It’s not an ocean of ocean,” Aziraphale snapped, crossing his arms. The wet fabric of his shirt squelched. “Arizona is nowhere near the ocean. This is a flash flood.”

“Yeah, I kinda guessed it was a flash flood. Right around the time it flashed down the wash and nearly drowned us.” With an irritated hiss, Crowley dragged a hand through his hair. That was wet too, and he’d lost his cool new cowboy hat when the horses took off.

They’d barely managed to scramble up on top of this building. Actually got pushed right into it by the floodwaters, which Aziraphale had declared a miracle. Crowley declared it damn good luck.

“I suppose my blessings are going to be rather late,” Aziraphale said, sighing. “I was supposed to finish them by tonight, latest, but I don’t want to risk miracling back to Phoenix. I have no idea how these floods work. What if the entire territory is underwater?”

“Probably is.” Crowley leaned over the edge of the roof, looking down into the rushing waters. “S’ like the Flood, right? Did these guys piss off God?”

“I-I don’t think it’s like the Flood, no.” Aziraphale’s plump fingers dug into the back of Crowley’s shirt, as if afraid he’d fall. “I hear this region has something called ‘monsoons’.”

Thunder boomed overhead, and Crowley startled. He nearly slipped, but the firm grip on the back of his shirt kept him steady. “Terrific. Is this something you heard before or after you conned me into coming here?”

“I didn’t ‘con’ you!” Aziraphale tugged on his shirt until he reluctantly moved away from the edge. “You awful old serpent. At any rate, I heard after we got here.”

“Also noticed a distinct lack of sand even before the ocean of flash flood.” Rain drummed down again, thoroughly drenching them, and Crowley shielded his sunglasses with one hand. It did not help. “This desert has a lot of plants. And dirt.”

“Well, there was sand in the wash.” Aziraphale sighed heavily. He hadn’t let go of Crowley’s shirt even now. “I suppose this wasn’t quite the holiday I’d hoped for.”

“Not exactly, no.” And it had been roasting hot the whole time, up until it started raining. And there were a lot of mosquitos. “You also promised me cold drinks, and I’m noticing a distinct lack of those on this fucking roof— What the fuck is that?”

Something long and green and cylindrical went tumbling past them down the river. Aziraphale’s eyes widened. “I-I believe that was a saguaro cactus.”

“Gosh.” Crowley twisted around, studying the floodwaters. There were loads of plants—cacti, trees, those little shrubby bushes. “M’ gonna say we should avoid this area in summer.”

“Well, I would have, but I had those pesky assignments and—”

Lighting split the sky apart, arcing wildly all over the place. Crowley yelped and dragged Aziraphale closer, wrapping him in his wings. Had to keep him safe. He couldn’t let anything happen to Aziraphale.

“Oh!” Aziraphale said, voice muffled in Crowley’s chest. “Um. My dear.”

“Shut it.” With a shaky exhale, Crowley hugged him closer. His whole body trembled, the anxiety spiking towards something like panic. “Oh Satan, we’re gonna die out here.”

Aziraphale’s arms wrapped around him, steadying. “We more certainly are not! At the very worst, we’d be discorporated.”

“Not helping, angel.”

But actually, he was. The lightning still crashed, and the storm raged on. It was bloody terrifying, honestly as scary as the Flood. Hugging, though…

Well, hugging made it a lot easier to bear.

#good omens #ineffable husbands #crowley #aziraphale #probably gonna expand this one later #but I am currently self-medicating pain with scotch #and everything is ow

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skitter-kitter · 2 years

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His feet sunk into cold sand. Scar blinked once as he looked across the desert he called home.

It was a wasteland. There were deep gashes in the earth; the center of the holes was glass. Had they blown up the desert? Had Grian..?

No. No, this wasn’t his world. He hadn’t remembered right. He had to find his world. He had to find his Grian.

His hands were shaking. He could barely breathe.

Scar looked up to the place their home was supposed to be. There was nothing. Only a circle of cactus and two figures slowly dancing around each other.

In the distance, he could hear sobs.

Scar began to run. He knew how fast executions could be here. He needed to be there before it was too late. He needed to save Grian.

He’d come too late to save his best friend. He’d been gone too long.

The sand was cold, bereft of life. His feet alternated between pushing on smooth sandstone and grainy sand as he climbed up the Grian’s stairs. The explosions had destroyed everything.

Ren must have done it. He must have destroyed Monopoly Mountain.

Fury burned in Scar’s throat. That familiar bloodlust came back to life. His hands itched to hold his sword and push it through the Red King’s chest. He wanted to bathe in his blood.

As he ran up the final steps, he could finally hear what was happening.

“I’m— I’m so sorry, Grian.”

Was that his voice?

Scar paused on the final step, watching in horror as Grian hunched over his other self.

“It’s okay. It’s okay, Scar. Just… close your eyes.”

A moment passed before he went still. It wasn’t long before Grian was sobbing, the sound tearing through Scar’s chest. He didn’t want Grian to cry like this. He didn’t want to hurt him.

Scar just wanted to go home.

He stood there for what felt like an eternity until Grian stood up. The first thing he saw was his gray wings, with their tips dyed red. Scar glanced at the body with the pool of blood around it.

His blood had done that. Grian had… it had to have been an accident.

Scar blinked back tears as he took a step toward his best friend. “Grian,” he whispered, breathless. Those wings, that voice… it was like coming home. “Grian!”

Grian turned to him, tears pouring down his face. His numb expression shifted to one of horror. “Scar?” He glanced to the body. “Sc— Scar?”

Scar felt the same horror wash over him as his eyes met Grian’s red gaze. What had happened to him? Who had hurt him? Ren? Bdubs? Cleo? Scar..?

Grian took a step back, then another, until he was stood near the edge. His friend put his hand over his mouth, holding back sobs. “I’m— I’m sorry.” Scar took a step toward him, eyes wide. Grian inched his foot behind him until it hit the edge of the cliff. “For everything.”

Grian tipped himself back and fell.

Scar ran forward, a scream tearing through his lips. He watched with wide eyes as Grian fell. It felt like an eternity. It felt like mere seconds.

Grian’s wings were spread wide. His feathers, clumped and bloody though they often were, looked… beautiful from afar. As he fell, all Scar could think was: he looks like an angel.

And then, he hit the ground. The crack reverberated through Scar’s body. His legs, his hands, his face. He felt numb even as his tears ran down his face.

He’d just watched Grian die for the first time. He never wanted to see it again.

Below Monopoly Mountain, on the sands they’d first declared home, laid Grian’s body. Still and lifeless.

Scar cried until he didn’t have tears left in him. Then, he inputted World 72 and was torn away from this cold, empty world.

#third life smp #grian #goodtimeswithscar #All These Paths (Lead Back to You)#skitty fics #tw suicide #tw character death #tw blood #long post #i love this one #I’ve been building up to this and the next post the entire series #I’m going to bed now #see ya in the morning for more angst

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zodarii-dae · 4 months

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traffic symbolism masterpost

i’ve had a little side project about giving everyone in the life series symbols. the rules are as follows: first place are celestial bodies (planets, moons, or occasionally constellations), second place are plants, and third place are rocks/minerals. last place are fungi, and everyone in between is an animal.

this post will have the full lists of all the symbols, but check out the original posts for the explanations.

posts

first place (last life)

first place (secret life)

second and third place (third life-limited life)

second and third place (secret life)

13th-4th place (third life)

16th-4th place (last life)

13th-4th place (double life)

13th-4th place (limited life)

16th-4th place (secret life)

last place (third life-limited life)

last place (secret life)

third life

grian, as the sun

scar, as a purple hyacinth

bdubs, as blue sandstone

bigb, as a white-tailed jackrabbit

impulse, as a coast mole

martyn, as an arctic fox

ren, as an arctic wolf

tango, as a danish red cattle

etho, as an awassi sheep

scott, as an adonis blue butterfly

joel, as a eurasian wolf

skizz, as a mourning dove

cleo, as an african lion

jimmy, as a sickener mushroom

last life

scott, as orion

ren, as red ivy

martyn, as amethyst

joel, as a brown hyena

etho, as a canada lynx

grian, as a eurasian sparrowhawk

pearl, as a luna moth

cleo, as a tarantula hawk wasp

scar, as a mangrove pit viper

bigb, as a monarch butterfly

tango, as a bengal tiger

bdubs, as a black rat

lizzie, as a pipevine swallowtail

impulse, as a golden-ringed dragonfly

skizz, as a white winged dove

mumbo, as a whiskered screech owl

jimmy, as a lilac bonnet

double life

pearl, as the moon

scott, as a laurel tree

martyn, as rubellite

cleo, as a brown widow spider

impulse, as a plains pocket mouse

bdubs, as a meadow jumping mouse

joel, as a green moray

etho, as a sand tiger shark

scar, as a giant panda

grian, as a hoatzin

bigb, as a golden retriever

ren, as a german shepherd

tango, as a tauernscheck goat

jimmy, as chicken of the woods

limited life

martyn, as neptune

impulse, as a forget-me-not

scott, as serpentine

pearl, as a rosy footman moth

etho, as a greater sooty owl

grian, as a black-billed magpie

bigb, as a golden mantella frog

cleo, as a grizzly bear

scar, as a spotted hyena

tango, as a sooty falcon

bdubs, as a house mouse

joel, as a rüppell's vulture

skizz, as a red collared dove

jimmy, as a destroying angel

secret life

scar, as cepheus

pearl, as a purple iris

gem, as carnelian

scott, as an orchid mantis

joel, as a star-nosed mole

bdubs, as an american shrew mole

impulse, as a rosy maple moth

grian, as a common cactus finch

cleo, as a secretary bird

bigb, as a snow coral corn snake

martyn, as a shiba inu

etho, as a short-tailed chinchilla

skizz, as a luzon bleeding heart

tango, as a pink spotted lady beetle

mumbo, as a hairy-tailed mole

jimmy, as a golden labrador

lizzie, as a jack-o’-lantern mushroom

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girlinthemirrorbluenight-library · 1 year

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Suptober Day 18-Tattoos

Some Dean tattoo ideas I had somewhat inspired by this amazing piece by @clickbaitcowboy

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[Image ID: Digital drawing of Dean Winchester in blue briefs on a pale blue background. He is covered in various tattoos. On his right bicep is a heart with "mom" written on top and casette with the unwound tape wrapped around his arm. On his outer right forearm is Jimi Hendrix' burning Stratocaster guitar. On his left bicep is a American traditional style tattoo of Daphne from Scooby Doo under Castiel's handprint. On his inner arm are the Led Zeppelin symbols. On his outer left forearm is Jimmy Page's double-neck guitar. On his chest is the anti-possession symbol, the samulet, and a pink lipstick mark. On the right side of his ribs are the words "no day but today" in the style of the "Rent" playbill. On his upper right thigh is a small stick and poke pie and on his left thigh is a large black and white impala head. /.End ID]

[Image ID: Digital drawing of Dean Winchester in blue briefs from the back on a pale blue background. He is covered in various tattoos. On his lower neck is the batman symbol. Under that are hands making a cat's cradle. On his lower back is a heart with "Castiel" written inside in between two angel wings. On his inner left forearm is a black outline of the Millennium falcon and a cactus with a cowboy hat on top. On his inner right forearm is the Bates Motel sign from the movie Psycho and a room 237 hotel from the movie The Shining. There is a cutout to show a small whoopee cushion tattoo on his butt. /.End ID]

#suptober22 #supernatural #spn #dean winchester #my art #sorry i didnt put him in smaller underwear to show off the butt tat lol i just couldnt for the life of me figure out how to draw it lmao #i had at least 10 more ideas that i didnt get to because im so gd behind

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kotias · 9 months

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How many angels can dance on the head of a pin?

“I am sorry, Crowley. You are right, I should not have snapped at you like I have.”

“No, I want a proper apology.” Aziraphale’s look alone was priceless; a mixture of curiosity and terror, as he knew- he knew Crowley was about to humiliate him like he never had before. The demon leaned on the table, took his shades off and let out a cackle. “With… a little dance.” Now, true horror was visible on the angel’s face.

“But… Crowley, angel don’t ever dance-” Hohohooo so he was starting the excuses already! This was about to be a delightful evening.

“Oh, really now angel? In this case, would you care to explain this beauty to me?” he purred, whipping out of his pocket what looked like a registration list. “I could’ve sworn… let’s see, ‘list of participants to the Rawlyn weekly dance lessons’, I believe the address is… 92, Carnaby Street, London?” Clicking his tongue, he presented the paper to Aziraphale, who went blank and started fiddling with his fingers. “Look at this line, right… here. That looks awfully like A.Z. Fell to me.”

“... Okay, yes, fine! I am taking dance classes. But I will not suffer this humiliation, Crowley!” His high pitches were adorable. Judging by his fidgeting, he obviously knew he would not be able to get out of this trap, and Crowley was planning on milking that until the last drop he could get.

“Remind me what you told me, please? Something about Cromwell being a good man, idiot, who would never go through with the invasion of Scotland after what happened in Kilkenny, insufferable fiend? Something about him being too loving of human lives to sacrifice his men senselessly, and that only a demon like me could think of such atrocities?” he recited, his smirk growing as Aziraphale was crumpling right before his eyes. ”A dance, angel. A proper apology dance.” At that point, his smirk was a full grin. “I will even provide you with a tune.”

“You’re… unbelievable.” There you go, he knew the angel would accept this stupid idea, he was far too pure and kind to refuse. Behind the humiliation, he could even see a form of amusement in his gaze; this was a game after all, they both had to get some fun out of it.

Aziraphale took his shoes away, muttering something about them not being comfortable enough for this kind of activity, and placed himself in the middle of the room. He set one foot forward, his corresponding arm following suit and the other hand on his waist; then, the same foot went back behind him and shot into the air and his arms formed a sort of pair of wings. This was followed by a spin that made him look like a dancing cactus, and was finished by quite the dramatic bow, his arms entirely extended on his sides.

Of course, like he promised, Crowley coupled that dance with little jingles to give him the tempo. “Very nice,” he said with appreciative eyes. “Well, I guess I have no other choice but to forgive you after this show of your most sincere apologies.” He put back his sunglasses and continued, cackling harder than ever, “although next time, I expect you to say how right I was about the evil of royalty.” On those words, he bowed and departed in a snap.

And that is how the apology dance happened.

I cannot imagine Aziraphale coming up with it, but I can fully imagine Crowley having the idea just to humiliate him, never thinking that he would have to do it himself eventually.

#good omens #crowley #good omens s2 #good omens season 2 #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #apology dance

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starvels · 1 year

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top five plants and/or comic panels!

HMMMMM okay, u get both bc i love ur brain wrinkles 😘

plants from my home collection:

pilea peperomioides (chinese money plant)

angel wing begonia

pachira aquatica (money tree)

euphorbia lactea (white ghost)/euphorbia trigona (cathedral cactus)

split-leaf thaumatophyllum

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comic panels from a v quick look through my recent downloaded files. def not top 5 in any definitive sense except for this lazy moment:

captain america vol 4 #12

new avengers vol 1 #4

ultimate nightmare #1

new avengers vol 4 #10

avengers vol 5 #44

+ bonus empyre #6 bc i couldn't decide:

ty ro!!! <3

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ask me top 5 anything! // other top 5 answered

#our talk #my talk #top5 #comics talk #616 #ultimates

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tragically-torie · 1 year

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My plants

1. Pincushion peperomia

2. Inchplant

3. Christmas cactus

4. Angels wings, moon cactus, brasilicactus haselbergii, monk’s hood cactus (front to back)

5. Pulido’s echeveria

#cactus #succulents #cactii #inch plant #wandering #plants #plantblr #my plants #little plants #my babies #boho #hippie

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plurdledgabbleblotchits · 1 year

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Cristina is having a bad Christmas

[Verse 1] My mother said, "I'm a survivor I pull together Christmas every year" "Something has to last," she said "Once a year let's have the past" And then one year to reach up high To hang an angel from the tree Became a painful thing "Besides, she's lost her wing," my mother said [Chorus] "Things fall apart but they never leave my heart" Good morning, good night It's Christmas "Things fall apart but they never leave my heart"

[Verse 2] My boyfriend said, "It's really sweet the way you go for Christmas cheer" I said, "We can't afford the tree" He said, "Love is free" So we trimmed the cactus with my earrings that we'd meant to pawn There wasn't any snow But there was rain He licked me like a candy cane And then one day he said, "I can't stand in your way, it's wrong" "Way of what?" I asked, but he was gone [Chorus] "Things fall apart but they never leave my heart" Good morning, good night It's Christmas "Things fall apart but they never leave my heart" [Verse 3] The party was a huge success "But where should we go next?" they said They killed a tree of 97 years And smothered it in lights and silver tears They all got wrecked They laughed too loud I started to feel queasy in the crowd I caught a cab back to my flat And wept a bit And fed the cat "Things fall apart but they never leave my heart" Good morning, good night It's Christmas "Things fall apart but they never leave my heart" It's Christmas

#80's new york art underground #she can't enjoy something as bougie #as a christmas or a christmas tree ;)#campy #punk #sardonic

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angelcactus · 1 year

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Okay, I dunno if you're still looking for a pfp as I see you already have a lovely new one but I did say I'd throw my (cowboy) hat in the ring so here's a few I edited.

(Credit: the pink wings are from Unsplash.com and the cactus is from pixabay.com)

Soo, you've got the angel wings and a cactus. BUT! the specific cactus in the photo is a MOON cactus. So, y'know * insert werewolf and moon joke here *

And, even if you don't choose to use these (totally fine if you don't, I won't have any hurt feelings /serious), here's a silly little headcanon based on me once again projecting onto Sweetheart:

Sweetheart already had quite a few succulents when they'd met Milo but their oldest was a moon cactus that was on it's last legs. When Milo visited their home for the first time, he naturally asked about the succulents. Sweetheart then got to tell him all the fun facts about the different species and their names. This led to them talking about 'that old man that likes to bite': their oldest cactus and the only one with spikes that will occasionally lodge themselves in Sweetheart's hands during watering or handling.

Okay, rambling over. I hope you have a good timezone and enjoy my silly little ask!

SWEETHEART WITH PLANTS LETS GOO

I will keep the pfps forever don't worry

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