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good things will happen 🧿

things that are meant to be will fall into place 🧿

THIS ONE FUCKING WORKS. REBLOG IT.

this for real fucking works

Apparently this one fuckin works, and who am I to argue with the collective agreement of tumblr. Will report back if good things happen.

pokèmonize yourself!!!!

also smth smth reblog and tell me what you got im very curious

also i got dragon type pig

THIS IS THE BEST THING I HAVE EVER SEEN

I’VE BEEN TRYING TO FIND THIS FOR SEVEN YEARS

DO YOU UNDERSTAND HOW HARD IT IS TO ?????

That last fatal scream tho

THE TERROR IN HIS SCREAM OH GOSH

i’m crying

WAAA-

I will always reblog this on the off chance some other poor soul has been searching for it

IT’S BACK

HOYL SHIT ITS B A CK

IT’S BACK?? ON MY DASH?

re-blogging again xD

what was that we were just saying about still having posts circulating from ridiculous numbers of years ago? 😂

I feel like it’s a duty to reblog such a natural treasure

All those accounts though….

official elon musk hate post reblog to hate like to hate reply to hate

MTG TWITTER ACCOUNT POSTED CLOUD AND SEPHIROTH ART BY MAGALI AAAAAAAA

It's a panorama

Bestie Goals

I kinda wanna be this friend

Happy Thanksgiving

That's because this is Silmarillion

Anyway, now that I have you all here locked in my basement, let me sell you my crack theory about how to fix Innistrad:

Basically, vampires came into existence by imbibing angel blood, and Sorin’s too weak to make a new Avacyn wholesale.

So Sorin.

A sangromancer.

Could use mass quantities of vampire blood.

To power up a St. Traft possessed Thalia wielding Avacyn’s spear (as she did in Eldritch Moon).

To become a new mini Avacyn.

Who would do a better job of protecting humans than Sigarda ever did.

WOTC can mail me my check to my home address, I also accept booster boxes of any and all Commander sets.

If I may, I would like to propose an alternative.

The effects of Halo have long since faded, and exposure to it has only made Sigarda realize just how weak she is compared to her sisters. She loves humanity, but love will not protect them. She is not the Blade of Goldnight. She is not the Light of Alabaster. Sigarda is not Avacyn. The lack of faith humans have in her and the lack of faith she has in herself has resulted in her destroying vampires, skaabs, and ghouls with unusual cruelty. While this fervor has cleared out Thraben and allowed people to live there again, those who witnessed it are concerned Sigarda is finally succumbing to the same madness seen during the Travails. Liesa is trying to staunch a bleeding heart, but signs that Griselbrand may be returning leave her with little time to salve her sister's ache.

Meanwhile, Odric and Thalia are investigating sightings of metal monsters similar to the ones they fought years ago. Unfortunately, these monsters are from Innistrad. A stitcher, driven mad during the invasion, has found a way to bind geists to iron shells. They claim these Eisenghasts are humanity's salvation. They have no flesh and are immune to blades. They feel no hunger and are easier to make than skaabs. This insane stitcher leads this mechanical army across Innistrad. They hope to prove the superiority of the Eisenghast by purging Thraben of the undead, unaware or uncaring of the fact Thraben is once again occupied by living humans.

New vampiric houses rise and rebel against the old. Emulating Odric's unwilling example, these vampires have holy water in their blood. They fight their "kin" for humanity's tomorrow.

Liliana once again finds herself in the middle of Thraben facing a horde of abominations. She is unimpressed.

The Second Battle of Thraben is still brutal. The Dawnheart Coven's magic allows sword and fang to slice metal, but the Eisenghasts are suffering trapped in iron. Thrown to the muck, Sigarda is silently thankful for the rain. No one can see her weep. The sky has been without herons for weeks. Pushing her hands down into the mud, Sigarda knows that she too with no longer fly. Sinking further into misery, her fingers stop. She feels something. Each hand grabs the unknown. For a reason she will never know, she pulls up. Her left hand now holds a cracked staff, her right a chipped blade. Sigarda weeps. She weeps and she prays. She prays for an arm to wield this blade. She prays for the light to shine once more. She prays for her lost sisters, for whom she never lost faith. Sigarda rises, ready to face the monsters once more. As she takes flight, voices in her head call out.

"That blade is not yours."

"The light does not shine for you."

Sigarda swallows, her limbs shaking. "I know. I know I am not them and will never be. But this is as close as I will ever get. Despite what happened, they still fought to the end. I can't be them. I couldn't join them, but I will fight just like they did!"

"That blade is not yours."

"The light does not shine for you."

It took a moment for Sigarda to realize the voices are flanking her. The weapons in her hands are gently taken. To her left, alabaster illuinates Bruna's reformation. To her right, Gisela is reforged in gold. The rain has stopped, but Sigarda's cheeks are still wet. Liesa smiles as she flies to meet them, amazed at the miracle wrought by her sister's love. For the first time centuries, four archangels embrace. A shattered family is whole once more. Yet, this moment is bittersweet. The sister who wasn't. Shouldn't she be here too? With words unspoken and feelings shared, Sigarda leads her sisters in prayer.

"Believe in us, as they once believed in you."

The final Eisenghast is a foe unlike any the sisters had faced before. It had absorbed the geists from the destroyed machines to grow stronger and stronger. Newly reborn, Bruna and Gisela were still weakened. Liesa was trying to prevent more souls from flowing into the metal behemoth. Sigarda was using her fists to fight, her scythe shattered long ago. With a final punch, Sigarda collapsed. Closing her eyes, her chance to rest had come.

"I SHALL PROTECT THEM!"

Impossible. Her being here should be impossible. Sigarda could not look forward. She instead looked behind her. The necromancer, Liliana, was standing next to Odric. He held Avacyn's Moonsliver spear in his hands. Liliana held a still beating heart.

Liliana wasn't sure if this counted as a resurrection. She had learned the ritual a lifetime ago. It wasn't the same, but Sorin had been the worst teacher a planeswalker could ask for. Liliana had to modify it, using the Invocation of the Founders to make Avacyn not just Innistrad's guardian, but part of Innistard itself. Using faith and the faithful as a catalyst combined with power borrowed form the four archangels, Liliana had restored Avacyn once more. Liliana smiled as silver light sent the Eisenghast to Blessed Sleep.

"I still hate angels."