Jun 18, 2021
Gendry i'd say huzzah with you :>
:0 huzzah!
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Gendry i'd say huzzah with you :>
:0 huzzah!
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Can i have 6 j?
Je veux by ZAZ
Jekyll and Hyde by Jonathan Thulin
Jerome by Zella Day
Just One Yesterday by Fall Out Boy
Jdnt by Glass Animals
Jolene by Dolly Parton
I had an idea for big off-the-map populations... Some of them can be self-sufficient because of greenhouse gardens and black market trading for other essentials that can't be grown. How they manage to naturally grow anything edible is a closely guarded secret, almost forbidden knowledge. (Some people may not even know the greenhouses exist despite sourcing fresh food from them?)
While there is no proof of foul play, it's known that once 3FH learns about these greenhouses they suddenly stop producing; all the plants wither up and die until 3FH's magical remedy is bought and used (which only lasts a month at a time). These hidden, uncontrolled greenhouses are highly sought after by 3FH. They talk big rewards for anyone who brings info on locations or even supply lines, whether they're actually followed through is uncertain.
Idk, just trying some background worldbuilding
Oh now THIS, this is worldbuilding
It’s not as instant as people think- when 3FH learns locations of greenhouses, they don’t know that they know. Someone new turns up in the community, quiet but friendly, and people know better than to ask about pasts- as long as the new person works hard and helps, they’re welcome.
It might take a week. Maybe a month. But very soon after the new person starts to work in the greenhouse, the plants start to die. There’s no saving them, but the new person offers to look for a cure. They find one, of course. They’ve always had one.
All they have to do is convince their new friends to trust them.
Looky
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so apparently tumblr’s letting this happen in my ask box
Cryptid AU: another reason that Grian cant possibly be a human is his clothes. Just. How does he have something for every occasion. He even has a janitor one? Why did he have that? This "man" doesn't own a single closet yet has at least 20 different costumes-- not to mention you blink and he's changed! Wh- he had a REAPER costume for himself AND SCAR???
"Tango, do you think it may be possible that you're just jealous?" Impulse's mouth twitched as he struggled to stifle a laugh.
"No way!" Tango shook his head. "We're professionals here! This is nothing but a thorough investigation. And besides, what would I have to be jealous of?"
"His fashion sense?" Zedaph chipped in from where he leaned against the coffee counter. "You have to admit the man has taste."
"I have taste!"
"Mhm. And when was the last time you changed your clothes?" Impulse asked innocently.
"I...hey, no need to change a good thing if you've got it!"
"Do you even shower?"
"Hey! I'm a busy man!" Tango protested. "And besides, this isn't about me! This is about that guy and his supernaturally fabulous wardrobe!" He gestured vaguely in the direction of Grian's base.
"Sure Tango," Zedaph snickered. "Whatever you say."
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Cryptic AU: Don't look into his eyes. Look in, and you will see the universes. Billions of stars, trillions of futures, all impossibly swirling together, hauntingly beautiful. You'll fall down, down, down through the glittering spirals, until with a breathtaking snap you're on your knees, on solid ground. You're lucky he doesn't want to keep you, like others might. The lives and worlds you glimpsed will echo through your mind, weave through your dreams. Do not fear. Do not look into his eyes.
Lookie lookie....no please don't.
Who do you think was the first one to make this discovery? Probably Beef or Xisuma. (Also, I love to read your writing! Your tone is excellent, and I admire how much tension you can put into so few words.)
Everyone learned not to ask about him. Mostly because in trying to form the question, you'll find the words slipping from your mind. So Tango's hair burns, his eyes are red cherries. In the darkness he glows, the embers of a forgotten fire. His skin is always hot, almost feverish, yet he isnt sick. If he gets too close to lava, the illusion fades, reveals the magma that forms his skin. Illusion? No, that was just a burn. He relishes the smoke and rubble of explosions. Control. Always controlled.
"Controlled," he whispers to himself as he loads the Boomers latest machine. "Always controlled." His friends are near, too near to escape the pain if he let his mind go where it wanted to go. He must contain himself. He cannot lose focus, or the fire will slip through, ignite the tnt, rain down glimmering fragments of glorious destruction....no. He cannot lose focus. "Controlled."
Cryptic AU: Team ZIT's strongest evidence for Grian is the fact he's a master with an elytra, especially since he first said he "might use it a little bit" for long journeys. He's flown into a dark hole in a dark wall that's barely big enough to fit him multiple times, with ease, among other risky stunts that would get other hermits killed. The fact there's not much else to go on, besides his pranking zeal only matched by Zed himself, drives them up the wall
Tango waved his arms around in front of a wall of blurry pictures of an in-flight Grian, each photograph connected by a bit of red string to a hastily-scribbled theory. "Listen, there has to be some connection! No way is this guy just normal!"
"Definitely not. I mean, he soundly out-flew me when I was tailing him." Zedaph sat on the floor, unstrapping his elytra and sulkily rubbing his new bruises.
"I told you to be subtle! He wasn't supposed to notice you."
"It's a bit hard to be subtle with a face full of mountainside!"
"Okay, so that was a bust. Impulse? Any new insights?"
A soft snore emitted from the corner, where Impulse lay in a heap with a half-drawn diagram pinned between his face and the floor.
Zedaph cleared his throat. "I think his insight is that we're all exhausted and out of ideas."
Tango rubbed his face and slicked back his spark-filled hair. ".... It's possible that we've been at this too long. I think we need a new approach......"