M!A: Every Time This Ask Is Reblogged, A Raw Chicken Will Be Flung At A Random Sinner.

"what? didn't you read about this in my file?"

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Am I funny yet Tumblr

Reblog if one of these bitches (affectionate) has consumed your life at some point.

ur telling me the two twinks were the weakest... say it ain't so......

Another person gathering distortions into a group themed around the colour blue..? I suppose it must be that time of year~! 🎼 @thereverberationensemble

I feel you have some misconceptions about my companions. It would be more accurate to say that I’m collecting a group of mysterious bisexuals themed around the color blue.

UpperMoon incorrect quotes I accept as canon (+ Douma x Akaza) (pt. 10)

Times are troubling and hard right now-but never forget, your Beet loving Grandmother loves you very very much and wants you to be safe.

And for you to eat your vegetables.

Why do so many people make tiktoks while they're clearly driving. What the fuck. Stop that shit, you're gonna kill someone.

A tribute to the City of Tears

(script under cut)

1.

Unlike what people thought,

the Dreamers were aware of the world even in the Dream.

So Lurien continued to watch.

For that was his duty.

/

2.

Perhaps,

the title of ‘Watcher’

suits him now

more than it ever did when he was awake.

The Watcher's gaze wanders the city like a ghost.

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3.

The endless sound of dripping rain, light glinting off the wet streets.

It didn't always rain in the city.

In the years 

since the city was built,

the rain was a relatively new development.

4.

But now even Lurien

finds it easier

to imagine the view outside the windows without rain

than to remember the city of before.

/

5.

Every day the city the Watcher knows falls into ruin.

And Lurien's worn out memories

fade bit by bit

leaving only the vague impression

that 'it wasn't always like this.'

/

6.

A song echoing amidst the patter of rain.

Traces of a dream different from that of the Dreamers.

Or perhaps a requiem from the city to itself.

7.

In either case

the song is not for Lurien.

Lurien loved the Kingdom’s Capital,

the heart of Hallownest.

He did not live the age

where songs for a ruin were sung on the streets.

/

8.

The streets echo with the footsteps of busy bugs.

Peaceful silence hangs in the Spire

and Lurien sits at his telescope.

/

9.

Perhaps

if you cover your eyes

you could pretend

that Lurien’s beloved city

hasn't changed at all.

/

10.

But the Watcher never turns away.

/

11.

The wanderers call this place

the City of tears.

They will never realize

just how apt the name is.