I NEED Grian To Go Full Psychological Horror On The Hermits With The Permit Office. I Need Multiple Layers

This meme is inescapable on French insta so I'm posting it here for all to enjoy

Before the internet kittens had to call everyone individually to explain how small and cute they were. Ca. 1920 - 1935. Source.

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?

"but why do you even ship them-" IT BRINGS ME JOY AND WHIMSY!!!!!!!

he's nothing if not determined

i actually never ever want AO3 to be censored bc nothing is more fun than reading the tags on a fic and going “huh. didn’t know there was a market for that.”

just some concepts ^.^ can’t wait for the next episode where nothing goes wrong :,3

anyways so uh. suit symbolism and stuff. i think it kinda fits them.

About the shadowpeach bio comic? Will there be more angst or was the last comic the worst of it?

Did I answered your question?

Also Macaque regress into shadow mode when dissociating bc of stress. I don’t think there were many therapist back in the JTTW times so Wukong found out by trial and error how to calm him down by grounding his senses and doing the one thing he can do best: blatering about himself.

Shadowpeach Bio Parent AU (PREV / FIRST / NEXT )

So, are Macaque and Wukong ever going to talk to MK about the Nuwa and pillar thing and make sure he NEVER sacrifices himself again !

It's been *checks calendar* 1 month since the last angst bomb. I think you guys deserve it.

Shadowpeach Bio Parent AU (PREV / FIRST / NEXT)

To the men who voted for Donald Trump today:

When your girlfriend gets pregnant, and you’re not ready to become a father, and you’re forced into a position that cripples you emotionally, financially and irreversibly, remember: you did this.

When your sister’s pregnancy turns out to be ectopic, and she can’t get the life-saving medical care she needs and dies a completely pointless, preventable death, remember: you did this.

When your 12-year-old daughter is raped by her soccer coach — after he’s legally allowed to strip off her pants and peep at her genitals, because the existence of trans kids terrifies you — and she steals your shotgun and kills herself in your garage, remember, first and foremost: you did this.

Hundreds of thousands of people are going to die because of the decision you made today.

You did that.