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🐝  *  ―  send ✨ or ( ‘SPARKLE’ ) and i’ll tell you at least one thing i like most about you, your blog, your portrayal, or your muse.

{{ Please reblog this if you’re a mun who’s open for angst plotting. Death, pain, drug abuse, alcohol abuse, illness, misery, fighting, screaming, tears, hate, disgust, trauma, graphic gore, etc; I’m in need of threads. Thank you. }}

@catsrphub hacked comms!

"Pidge!" Keith rolled his eyes, frown deepening, though there was a look of fondness in his gaze. "Give me back control of my consoles, short stack. I can't fly in these conditions!"

The beam streaked through his view in a mere instant, it burned his eyes to look directly at it. Keith ducked lower, following the beam back to it's source. His eyes lock onto the creature that it had come from. The paladin could feel the stare, it made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end.

"I've gotta get out of here," it was muttered, whispered...rasped. He scrambled to his feet again, darting back the way he'd come to find some source of proper cover. The comms crackled again, his attempts to reach someone falling to radio silence.

"Come on legs," he screamed at himself, moving as quickly as his half-human form would carry him. He was going to need back up if he was going anywhere closer to that creature. Who knows what it was capable of?

I need to find the others...we're gonna need the big guns for this one.

@kingcfmonsters

Rubble and ash decorated the landscape that spread forward seemingly endlessly, painted in shades of reds, browns, and grays. The horizon was a haze of heat, the waves blooming from the land like the rolling fields of wildflowers that were once a piece of this terrain. It was near impossible to keep a steady gaze, eyes ever scanning the perimeter for any signs of life, or any signs of hope. Mechanical whirring loomed overhead, muffled, crackling chatter emitted from a lone two way radio that lay discarded somewhere amidst the debris and detritus.

Dark eyes darted from pile to pile, searching for some sign of movement. “Shit,” the expletive was harsh, muttering under a sharp breath. There was nothing here but scrap and debris.

Keith ducked low, skirting his way around his make-shift barricade and into the open street. Glancing around he darted behind another large pile of debris and breathed a sigh of slight relief. It didn't look like there was anything following him, for now.

He moved quickly and quietly through the street, knife clutched tight in his hand as he did so, ready at any moment for whatever this new world threw at him. He tapped at the side of his helmet, frowning as his comms crackled to life for a brief moment. No chance of getting any sort of communications out yet...he was too isolated.

// reblog karma used to be such a big thing!! I miss old rpc (nostalgicly)

@thesafaribaggirl-returns replied to your post “Also if you think I’m exaggerating I’ve had people...”:

That is bonkers imo I am old enough to remember when having someone reblog a meme from you meant ‘please send this to me’

​SAME

We had to make psa abt rb karma in the comunity tho and I kinda just,,,, don't see those anymore bc everyone just rb from the source now

☠ ― Send "🌷" and the MUSE will tell you whatever the hell they want.

(Alternatively, send 'muse musings!' if you cannot see the emoji. Based on this meme.)