Would You Still Love Me If I Was A Worm?

Man, I love scrolling on AO3 and finding a book with like... 400 words max, 1 chapter, get a wall of tags. Like an absolute bucket load of them just dumbed out on the table for someone to play a weird version of Scrabble with, and when you go reading through them you find the most absurd tag in there! Like "Rignle is fixing the spongus, as a treat." So you just sit there with the most... Wtf face ever because there's like no other context! I guess Ringle can fix the Spongus! I dunno!

passed out and had a dream that tumblr staff just quit one day without warning and the entire website was just like a basic screen of html code and people were posting things like “YOU FUCKING GUYS WHATS GOING ON” “WHERES THE WEBSITE” “WHAT THE FUCK DO WE DO” and staff posted a youtube link where some teary eyed shirtless dude with no nipples explained that “you bitches don’t deserve a website. make one yourselves” so everyone unanimously decided to hold an election to decide who was going to be the king of tumblr and the election decided that some random middleaged man named Jinkle Fishwipe would be the new president of tumblr and there was some sort of live recording where it was revealed that Jinkle was literally just One Trout that someone dumped onto a podium and then it died. and at that point everyone in the audience took out daggers and started stabbing each other. and then i woke up

Reblog if it's OK for other artists to draw your OCs

Sometimes I get too timid to send asks to ask. I want to see how many people are ok with artists drawing their OCs!

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take a break while watching this little bunny cross your dash

You’ve been hit by 🔪

You’ve been struck by 🔪

A Roman Senator 🔪🔪🔪

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?

Little fish eats his foods 

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