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I am so fucking exhausted living in a world where every unfathomably rich person and company is explicitly trying to make my life worse and invade my privacy I hate it I hate it I hate it
Throne BaileyĀ ready to wreck del sol valley
Me coming back to Tumblr bc I'm content starved and reblogging all the cute shit I see then leaving again:
Kinda rushed Dazai art but here :3
PLEAAKKKK BRING BACK THE GHOSTFACE ANTON FIC I SHIT YOU NOT IVE BEEN SEARCHING FOR IT FOR AN HOUR IN MY LIKED ONLY TO SEE ITS NOT POSTED ANYMOREšššš
Help its the way I deleted that so long ago
āyou never come out of your room anymore and itās like you never tell me anything!!!!ā shut up. shut. up. thatās for ur own good, you wouldnāt look at me the fucking same and youād make it about yourself somehow.
And then secret life happened
Can I... talk about the theory that winners help craft the next game?
Because, and I really can not say this enough, it puts So Much into perspective.
Everything starts out Normal. Three lives, simple, cut and dry, there hasn't been a winner yet. No one to help craft the game. (And there's something to be said about how simple it really was. Not even a real expectation of the world becoming pvp or combative. No idea of the war to come)
Then Grian wins. The green killer, the man who vowed his first life to the one whose life he took. The next game the boogie man is born. A mechanic that allows and, in fact, demands, a green kill. People can trade lives back and forth, currency and debt wrapped up in one. (can we still be friends? Said the red partner. A life time later and reds are hostile, alone. Maybe it's an answer: No. Not anymore)
Scott wins this time. He refuses to play the game. He will not kill his team, he will love and he will do so fiercely and with all of himself. The next game people are attached through to their very souls. Every bit of damage to one soul is done to its twin. There is no boogeyman. (There is no way for a widow to be left without their love)
Pearl wins and she wins a blood bath. Spent the game draped in red, only wolves for company. Sitting in her tower, shivering in ice, maybe she wanted it to end. To see where it would. Limited life rewards you for killing, limited life has a clock tick tick ticking down, you always no how long you have. A curse yes, but a blessing too.
Now It's Martyn's turn.
And what a turn it is.
Keep your secrets, says the disloyal man, keep them well. Everything hurts, everything Matters, says the man fracturing with every loss. (What if we could love each other without hurting? Says The Hand, who never wanted to be coated in blood)
More importantly, Martyn has always seen the watchers below the surface. Now, they're right here in front of him. Something that could almost... be rebelled against, no? Something that someone else could finally point to and say: hey, hey isn't that familiar?
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A self obligatory little Kinger drawing!! I personally see him as a flip and is in the age range of 2-8 years old!! I think he is hyperfixated on bugs and when heās small he loves to read all about the different types of bugs!!
I HATE Ianthe Tridentarius
WHY DO I WANNA F THIS BITCH SO BAD T-T š«
LISA IS SO PRETTY AHADEUKENSBJDFKHLJF
i havent made an actual post since february so um *furiously checks my notes* fuck jorah mormontĀ