Ok But Imagine: Hunter AND Luz Doing The Classic Golden Guard "BYEEEEEE" At The SAME TIME

POV: you are Caima Songbird (and perhaps Val)

These are @polyhexian’s Golden Guard OCs: Jasper, Will, and Miles (ft. Hunter ofc)!!!! They each have fics which have been rotating around in my brain all week dhdhbsns

Base by @art-blog-of-faceless

Their account seems deactivated, so I’ll add a screenshot of the post below:

>:3

What’s sad is I almost put Jasper there before realizing that I HAD to use the grimwalker who almost blew himself up for that

POV: you are Caima Songbird (and perhaps Val)

These are @polyhexian’s Golden Guard OCs: Jasper, Will, and Miles (ft. Hunter ofc)!!!! They each have fics which have been rotating around in my brain all week dhdhbsns

Base by @crowsketches

Their account seems deactivated, so I’ll add a screenshot of the post below:

Lost her marbles by being a little too silly (aka flat-out insane. Deranged. Batshit crazy. Un-fucking-hinged. Ballistic, even.)

Context: I have an evil Marcy AU called “Losing Marbles” and couldn’t resist making a dumb joke fjdjbfjfskhd

I did a write

It’s grimwalker/basilisk hostility btw

Yeah, I’m gonna take my snail to the Olm Town Road

I’m gonna ride ‘cause my lord’s The Core

I’m gonna take my snail to the Olm Town Road

I’m gonna ride ‘cause my lord’s The Core

She got a stabbing through the back

Then her body was snatched

Healed up her back

Got the core to get attached

Have a host of course, ha

Took a load of force

I been in the castle

Andrias is doing worse, now

Can’t nobody stop my army

Nobody stop my army

Can’t nobody stop my army

Nobody stop my army

Back when I attacked her

She was mine soon after

Now my name is Darcy

And I’m even better

My life is a roleplay

Scheming and some foreplay

Bullied the king today

Then tripped down the stairway

Can’t nobody stop my army

Nobody stop my army

Can’t nobody stop my army

Nobody stop my army

Yeah, I’m gonna take my snail to the Olm Town Road

I’m gonna ride ‘cause my lord’s The Core

I’m gonna take my snail to the Olm Town Road

I’m gonna ride ‘cause my lord’s The Core

Game board, flame sword, got a nasty back scar

Got a lot of cloak-bots going after that star

Something down in wartwood’s really setting off my gaydar

After I invade Earth I’ll need to drive a cool sports car

Got no chill, it’s been in the basement

It went insane, so back to that Olm Town Road

I wanna ride ‘cause my lord’s The Core

Yeah, I’m gonna take my snail to the Olm Town Road

I’m gonna ride ‘cause my lord’s The Core

I’m gonna take my snail to the Olm Town Road

I’m gonna ride ‘cause my lord’s The Core

(I made this because my friend jokingly came up with the idea and no one was around to physically restrain me)

CRAP this is a good idea XD

Now I’m tempted hhhhhh

If I don’t see a single story about how after piloting around her body and experiencing actual, genuine human emotion that isn’t captivated or manifested from a machine, Darcy begins to feel more like a person than a machine and they don’t understand where these complicated and complex feelings are stemming from and why they suddenly don’t want to commit the evil deeds anymore then I’ll simply loose my domestication

That’s all I need 😌

You agreed.” Sasha muttered, shutting her eyes.

“You agreed to stay away, to stop doing this.”

“You should know better than to make deals with me, love.” Darcy's voice floated through Sasha ears, making it impossible to tell where they were really coming from. But the source of the voice didn’t really matter, because the girl wouldn’t look anyways.

“Open those pretty eyes for me, hm?”

Oops, I wrote a thing.

The gays are at it again I love it

I love ALL OF THIS SO MUCH and I also wanna put this out there:

Lobe-finned mermaids

They can have scales, arms, gills, lungs, and even sorta-hair (barbels or cirri)!!!

It makes sense, to me, but they’d probably experience HELLA uncanny vally, since they must have killed off many species that were related to them. That’s what makes them sometimes choose violence against humans. They see arms and forward facing eyes and say “wtf is that. Kill it”.

I have SO many bullet points for this and will infodump if given the chance. Help

It makes more sense for most mermaids to be fat, considering the difference in temperature. Even in tropical waters you'd make the most of the temperature with lots of muscle for speed and movement.

In cooler waters though, keeping warm (see: seals, literally any whale) needs a lot of insulation (fat/blubber). Also when youre larger you have more neutral buoyancy. If you're a deeper water mermaid having a slower metabolism can increase age (see: greenland sharks), and you need fat storage because of sparse food sources.

In this essay I will....

...Belos?

What's that? Not an entire month between chapters? Huh, weird.

New Chapter Excerpt below the cut! (Please give me lots of love and comments please. My life is making me sad and I needed it)

Excerpt:

Wake up before the sun rises, shake off the nightmares, then train. 

He’s free. 

Train until his body gives out or Flapjack starts yelling at him. Rest and recover, clean himself up and prepare a serving of rations for breakfast. They’re bland and tasteless.

This is freedom. 

Perform the needed chores- clean the dishes, take inventory of the remaining supplies, and wash his clothes if required.

He has to do this… No. He chooses to do this. Because he has the freedom to choose.

And he chooses the exact same thing. Every morning, rinse and repeat. Again and again.

His choice. 

After he's finished his morning routine he researches.

And researches.

And researches.

He’s… 

So tired.

This morning's nightmare was a different flavour of horrible. Instead of Belos, instead of chains, he dreamt of death and boiling seawater.

He dreamt of the mer-person's final moments, but the complete opposite of how it happened in reality.

In Hunter's nightmare, it's his own gloved hands gripping tight onto their throat. He's submerged in the tank with the mer-person, boiling, boiling, boiling, as he squeezes tighter and tighter staring into their eyes.

Except their eyes aren't yellow-teal with a horizontal pupil like a mer-person's should be.

They're magenta. Magenta like-

"End me like my others"

He squeezes and boils and stares into too-familiar eyes before waking up hot and shivering, soaked in a fevered sweat knowing in his heart that it's going to be one of those weeks.