ok im too tired to finish this…

BUT BASICALLY- this day marks the day I finally joined magma and started posting (but its a few days early since im busy on the actual day i joined) and pretty much just a thanks to everyone who follows me and who i’ve talked to!

im so glad to have met all my present day oomfies, even if we don’t talk that much or have met recently! you all really changed my life in some way, and im always grateful for that <3
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present day oomfies showed in the art!:
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@❀ Hesperis ❀
@VINCENT
@𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐚𝐧
@✨LORD.Bink_Da_Flop✨
@yu zu 🎃
@biktor
@†sweetlemon🍁
@GREYAYY
@johntontraviontavius 🌠
@DealR
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you all ready changed my life, again. thank you all <333

looks like a certain someone from fate..

we yes WE love briar in drag..

Mequot redraw…,

LORE ART FINALLY

“You remind me of myself, and what an honor that is!” He passes me, head high. “What a wonderful partner you are! If only we could be like this forever.”
He pauses and I watch his unmoving body in the silence that follows. I turn to the stained floor and the spilled mechanisms of the spawn point.
“Forever… In doomspire? Fighting?” I ask.
”No, no.” I hear his neck turn in all its machinery. “It’s something deeper—more personal, spiritual, even.” Prince slides his hand over his hair and turns to me. “We both have the drive to win, yes? To overtake this…“ he pauses. “…Oppressive Industry that enslaved me.” He begins to circle me like an animal circles its prey. “Do you know how the spawns work? How they can seemingly bring something from nothing?”
I lower my head and think. I know they are run by the ‘oppressive industry’, I know they can bring you back to life, and I know I hate them.
He answers for me. “Of course you don’t, Ivory. But I can show you.”
He somehow got behind me and slid me into his cold grey arms. I try to jerk away but his body is unmoving again. “Stay. Without the pesty teams in our way, without the fear or the stress of the cannon! We can run this show our own way! Our very own circus, Ivory! How could you say no? After everything I’ve done for you?”
I’m panicking now, because I can’t get my feet on the ground right and I feel his fingers weaving their way tighter through mine.
“I—I’m not even on your team Prince,” I try staying calm. “We can’t just stop.”
“I have access to everything here. I can give you money, I can take it away. I could kill you, or I could let you live. I could blow this whole place to bits if I wanted!”
I watch his soulless face and I feel helpless.
”Everything’s up to you, doll. You make your choice, or I will.”

what if there was a music industry AU.. like like like we all were singers in the industry and made our music (not LITERLLY) and we all turned our sonas into rockstars or whatd they look like as a singer cuz yk how singers have different concepts??? like zara larsson and pinkpantheress entirely dfferent music styles like ykwim???? hell yeah .. and then there was like singer drama between us like like ike for funsies LIKE (ik nobody is gona care)