Remember how Buckeye and Magic Man had a baby? Well, she's a toddler now. Very cute, very cute. Hopefully her little sister arrives soon and then the family will be nicely rounded out!
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The Buckeye family is adorable, I'm glad that baby Bluegum arrived healthy. I'm not sure why it says her father is unknown, but it was definitely Magic Man. Buckeye's too asexual to have a baby with anyone else.
Now we only need to wait for Duchess to have her baby, and we can leave to get to the crashed ship! so I can finally get Anomaly and update to 1.5 for my mechanitor run
Well, would you look at that. Thank you for your excellent timing, Duchess.
Millie, Marty, and Mark Mossler. The three "M" siblings. Of course, we can't let the littlest Mossler get by without a suitably badass nickname, so he gets to be "Revenant" now.
Night Stalker doesn't look thrilled about being a middle child, but he gets what he gets. Next time, we'll have a colony tour of Loyalty's Meander and then try to make the last 12-and-a-bit-day journey to the crashed ship! I'm keeping my fingers crossed that it all goes well.
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“You like to sing, We like to dance, So let's all lose our minds!”
Half of me and @ninetimesbluedemo's Head poster collab - Francis sketched this one out and I coloured it! You can see the other half of the collab here 💚🍄☀️🧡🌼
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my pals say I tend to Optimize Vacation Time and I get it, I do that sometimes, so it’s kind of nice to have a trip that’s basically Only For One Thing and everything else is whatever. we just saw a play and then watched a movie with some pals. we went out for brunch. time to go home
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Hello everyone!!! This is a poll to see if there's a correlation between people's favourite Beatle and their favourite Monkee; we'd like to get as many people of as many different age ranges as possible to give us their thoughts, so feel free to answer on behalf of family members, or even a random beatles-monkees fan you met at the supermarket once. We're also planning to include the results in a future issue of @redrhodes' Barrel of Monkees zine, so any input is appreciated! <3
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**Trigger Warning: CSA, rape, abuse, trauma induced child sexuality**
The gaudy decor was ugly as ever. Like always- It couldn't be anywhere else. Marble statues buffed to soft perfection serenely smile- At him.
Dull gold eyes tracing patterns in the vaulted ceiling again, ten thousand times, but always off center- time just as bloated and heavy, every second a hundred million years. Civilizations peaked and fell to ruin in the time it took it breathe.
Death meant nothing. Life meant nothing.
Then there's a sound- Metallic, but not from the shackles keeping him bound. Higher in pitch, almost bell-like and ringing. The arms crushing his thighs fall away into piles of meat, the chains sliced into pieces and he's scrambling on all fours to avoid the same fate.
A choked sound erupts from his throat as euphoria washes over him in waves.
Oh God, My God- My Lord and Light in all Heaven- He is so beautiful. A halo of smooth, silky hair in hues of white gold just pleading to be touched and stroked. Skin that hadn't been kissed by the suns, milky and perfect because he didn't even need the color. This Angel is so unlike him, some pathetic peasant smelling of street dirt and shit that no amount of fancy soaps or perfumes could ever hope to mask. He suddenly wants to bathe all that away, twist the faucet until the water is scalding hot and carve off each layer of skin soaked by filth. He wants to laugh and to smile, to be bright and clean. It would take a serious wedding-night level of production, but his lips could be soft and sweet again- Just for Him.
His face is a brilliant gem and each facet is sharp and severe and pristine. Was this what love felt like, he wonders. To be entranced by eyes like pale sapphires hardened by cold austerity- flaying the very soul out of his body with those eyes. They looked down at him from under pale lashes and it was enough to steal the breath from his lungs. Heat coils low in his gut, snaking and twisting.
He wants.
God, he wants- Wants Him, wants to be Him. So perfect and so strong, strong enough that no one would be able to take anything away from him ever again. Before that, he'd never felt it. Never like that. In the brothel, there was no passion or ardor, just the rich and powerful plying their greasy hungers on the less fortunate, those deemed expendable. There was nothing but anger there, listening to voices froth with rage at slaves with blank empty eyes, laying motionless on the floor like a roadkilled animal- like being still might make them invisible.
The suns bear down on his skin, burning away the damp impurities. Tears roll down his gaunt cheeks, the fiery kiss of his Angel's blade against the length of his offered neck a promise as shorn hair pools at his knees.
Yes- Thank you.
Thank you...
And yet He is a beautiful and merciful God- He will always remember the feeling budding to life in his chest as the Angel offers him a brief smile, like the flickering glint of a fallen star arcing across the night sky- Almost taste the cruelty of His lips in the dark dripping places beneath his eyelids when He asks for a name.
He loves Him, is in love with Him.
There's such an important difference.
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