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i'm fuckin not okay bestie hey these songs are banger oh my god I'm never recovering from this never no never i'll die grieving this and there is no way I'll sleep well with this on my memory scarring me forever I can't believe you why can't we have good things

I adore how the fandom seems to agree that Pixandria was unaffected by the explosion and chaos of the finales.

And I’d like to add some things

For the rulers who remain alive, but have left. The tiny trails of smoke their candles produce will forever travel in the direction of the soul they represent.

But for the ones who have died, and this time will not return through the normal means, the candles no longer light when Pix sparks his flint and steel.

The ocean queen’s flames are dimmer now, as though her spirit remains but has gone through a magical change.

Unless taken into the nether, the candles for the Wolf Spirit point towards the nearest portal.

Pix smiles when Gem and Fwhip’s candles cause two lines of smoke to combine together, proving they’re staying by each other’s side.

Pix struggles to learn of what happened exactly to the ones who didn’t make it, or where exactly the wanderers will end up before they settle down again, or if the next time their candles stop pointing in a new direction they will simply be blown out by fate.

He’ll pack away the lightless candles, storing with them books of what they had accomplished in life, and he’ll track the paths of the remaining ones as far as the maps brought to his kingdom will allow.

But he’ll remember all of them for as long as he lives, because he’s capable of doing so when no one else is.

// Tooth and Nail stream spoilers

So that was quite a lore stream wasn't it?

Just dear god

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(Long tambling below and more nonsense thoughts)

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On one hand, STILL A POSSIBILITY FOR C!OWEN AND C!MAGIC TO RIP MY HEART OUT AND DESTROY MY EMOTIONS THANK GOD

FINALE PART ONE IN EIGHT DAYS LET'S FUCKING GOOOOO

But my god

c!Owen killed them all, he really, he actually got away with all of them. He isolated them all and watched them all die, made sure that no one would ever find them. And just god, he actually killed them all.

He has done it.

He destroyed his home, bashing in crates and the fencing. Scattering all his things and letting vines overgrow. He had no home, there was no home. He let his thoughts consume him, laughing as he spiralled down and down and down and down.

He wanted it all to end, he wouldn't accept anything other than one of them to die after this. He was tired and if it ended with him, so be it, but he couldn't let himself live and Krow live as well. He wanted an ending of some sort to a war that ended long ago that he KEEPS FIGHTING WHEN HE DOESN'T NEED TO AND I-

*sobs*

And just that little part where we heard his father's voice, and he jumped back (probably hit himself), gooooodddd lord I feel unwell about that part. Dear god.

And yet

Puddy

He didn't kill Puddy, he still cares he cares maybe I dunno he just-

He told Puddy to stay in the second clearing and he didn't butcher him like we thought. Didn't offer up Puddy to Guts. He didn't discard all his attachments, he let Puddy go and live on in the ruins of another clearing. And told the little piglet who had been his sole comfort, who saw his little mistakes, hear his little poems and rants and pains. A companion who saw Owen in those long hours of writing down a will that no one will probably read. To them, Owen told the little piglet that he shielded from Krow's dagger, he told Puddy to stay away...

He didn't discard all his attachments.

I don't know how to feel anymore.

I'm fucking inconsolable just my god.

On one hand, c!Owen has always been on this road, a path in which he can't return from, he has been on it since he turned away from c!Apo, who he grieved and cried over, who haunted him for years in cherished memories. He was doomed when he told the tiefling to run back and he sealed his fate by ending Apokuna. The one person that carried more weight in his mind than anyone else had before he remembered.

And for Rasbi, he didn't even give a chance.

She never stood a chance.

And I don't know how much weight Graecie's words would hold. If she even wakes up in time, if she sees Owen and learns how much he has changed. If she will care enough to reach out after learning all he has done.

And Magic.

He used Magic and in the end, he betrayed her trust and he used her to kill. And she was never meant to be the one to save him, she would not be able to, I don't think.

I don't think there is anyone that could change his mind, on one walking in the maze or existing beyond its confines that could make him want to be redeemed. No one that could make him leave the hill collapsing on itself, step away from that ledgd, a cage filling up and drowning him.

I don't think anyone could convince him to save himself.

They wouldn't forgive him anyways, for good reason after all. He killed the demons and he deceived them all, he did the worst of them all really. Why save the monster that hurt them so much, who would only remind them and hurt them because he blinds himself and would deny he had done wrong.

Too much wrong.

He can't be saved and he won't allow himself to be saved.

I know

I know

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But I am a fucking fool holding out, and even if Puddy is doomed to the maze burning them all, I don't care. Owen loves that goddamn pet and I can't help but see the Owen that loved once when he told Krow to leave him with Puddy. And I want him to stop, god I want him to want to change even if he sealed his fate and would be hated forever. I WANT HIM TO HEAL STILL I WANT HIM TO BREAK THE CYCLE

AND I HATE THAT I CAN'T SEE HIM DOING THAT

But still I want him to and I am clinging onto hope like a drunk fool.

I want the Owen that hesitated to hurt, the one that wanted them all to thrive, the one that would reassure his friends, who was a protector.

I want the Owen that cared back.

The one that cared to live

The one that wanted to return home.

I miss him, goodness I miss him.

Because as much as I cheered on Owen and looked on for all he has done, he doesn't do it because he enjoys it, despite what he says.

He has hurt others and he lets himself stay hurt.

Killing Krow, the last of the demons in the clearing won't give him the peace he thinks it will let him have.

Even if he somehow hides it any longer, even if narratively someone wasn't going to probably find out what he has done, it will eat himself up inside.

It is a hollow victory that means nothing.

It was never was going to give him that closure he chased after for so long.

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The closure he will never give himself, staying as he is. He was never going to get a happy ending, staying as he was.

And really that is what it comes down to, changing, recognizing truly what is done and the emptiness and that he sealed any chance of forgiveness from anyone left that cared.

It is the closest a person can get to being irredeemable. By refusing to change, over and over.

And would it matter, when there is no time left to change?

I had an idea of textposts with the life series characters and i just spiraled and now my camera roll is full.

Enjoy i guess lmao

also this one was suggested by my friend @misconceivedcapricorn

AU where uncorrupted Xornoth is imprisoned for their Crimes. Mythrodak starts a prison escape in the same prison. Xornoth bargains to escape with him, realises he's eighteen and adopts him.

Plot includes running away from the government, living the little feral fugitive life, uh oh Exor and Plumpkin are kinda upset at them and most importantly, Mythro going 'im a world killer :(' and Xornoth's just like 'lmao mood'

This thing really just put my ✨fairycore aesthetic™️✨ out of business huh

now for the ultimate test. go to this website. set it to randomly generate ONE pokemon. all generations. all types. whatever it generates? thats you as a pokemon forever. what you get is what you get. NO RE ROLLING. now. who are you? i got goomy :^)

welp

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Remember to love yourself as much as you love your favorite builder's best build ever !

Someone suggested a dash of Nature Wives and I've got you covered! But I'll add in a long story short, too!

You see, the boutique is actually the only living establishment in this pretty damaged mall. It used to be really big and really crowded until a major fight took place within it, trashing the mall's center beyond work and making every owner freak out and leave.

On the outer skirts and less damaged places of the mall was this boutique/clothing brand called the Shroom and Loom, which was once owned by Shubble's mom until the whole thing. The outter skirts of the mall was then rendered safe and turned into a strip mall of sorts, but no one bought a place there.

Of course, Until Shubble took up the old boutique and roped Scott into business with her! They needed a lot of work and help, but a few friends and new people found their post about it.

One of them was someone named Katherine.

Katherine helped a lot with some funding and decoration, especially with a few flowers and helping choose some opening designs for the place! Strange, most of them are from Shelby's side of the book.

And just as strangely, Shelby gives Katherine a personally-made dress for helping out so much.