Happy 2,068th To When We Should Totally Just Stab Caesar!! Grab A Knife With Your Bestie!

how’s everyone doin tonight i just broke tumblr

Check this quiz out y'all. It's really good

Hi everyone, I made a personality test with all 40 EPIC songs!

Which song from EPIC: The Musical are you?

Reblogs and shares are appreciated! ^^ <3

I guess this would make sense for me. Musician for life here.

Man, Roleplaying Game has been blasting for about 20 minutes now. RPG

ATTENTION

If you see this you are OBLIGATED to reblog w/ the song currently stuck in your head :)

Once more for those in the back.

Imagine you’re Scott, during Session 7 of Secret Life. You have to trade things for diamonds, and you don’t know what Impulse’s task is, but you do know that Gem has been acting really strangely since she got her task.

(When she opened her task her eyes went wide and she told you to stay away from her for the session. You also could’ve sworn you heard very faint music in the background, but you passed it off as nothing.)

And you finish you secret task and hit “Succeed” and…keep hearing rumors about what Gem and her new friends are up to. When you traded her lava earlier for diamonds, that music from before was there again, not as quiet as the last time. A steady driving disco beat played under the conversation. So maybe you weren’t just hearing things.

(Gem also seems to be resisting the urge to bop her head to the beat, and Bdubs beside her is tapping his foot to it. Odd.)

Then the day carries on and you’re told what’s happening - “A boogey apocolypse!” - and when you go to the already-turned players to play nice and garner favor with them for safety, the music is louder and their gazes are hungry. They move their hips and bob their heads and snap and shimmy and - oh. Oh god.

It’s not a boogey apocolypse. It’s a boogie apocolypse. Oh god.

Then later you and Grian and Cleo (and probably others you can’t remember; only you three survived and you can’t remember the order in which everyone got converted) are hiding at the top of someone’s base, either yours or theirs. It doesn’t much matter which because what you do remember is the disco beat kicking in. You remember the faint percussion in the distance getting louder bit by bit until you can hear the synth, the bass line, the horns - the vocals. You can’t see them yet, but you can hear them…

Dance, dance, dance! Boogie wanderlaaaaand!

And you look out the window, you stomach dropping and your eyes going wide with fear and dread, as a pack of dancing boogie-zombies starts making their way over the hillside in the distance. Gem is at the front, a master of murderous choreography, and you watch on in horror as the entire hoard starts dancing in perfect synchronization.

You don’t know how you’ll get out of it, but if you don’t, it’ll be the most terrifyingly on-beat death you’ll experience in your entire life.

LOWERCASE LETTERS ARE FOR THE LOWER CLASS

Y N Pineoak, The White Packet

Not gonna specifically tag anyone…but reblog if you feel like it and put yours in the tags.

I presented at a national conference when I 17 years old by telling teachers why misgendering students was a horrible idea really.

@harleyacoincidence @peoplesidk

it's so weird to me that everyone on this website is a human person outside of their weird internet niche so rb this with a random bit of your lore

"Genocide only works if you have a big enough army and you're that guy."

Respond to this post with a random sentence you have written in any of your WIPs without any context. Let's see what insane, collectively chaotic story we get in the end

Random Thing I Thought of During My Walk (Writing Prompt)

"What is death to an immortal but merely a suggestion."