STOP STEALING OUR WORK, YOU DICKS.

?! I LITERALLY LOVE THEIR ART WTF, SHRIEKING IN JOY

(Tap for better quality ^^)

This post by the lovely @fictionalsownme inspired me to draw some more angst featuring these two (/three), after the events of WKM.

The dramaturgical potential is huge! They’re outrightly sad characters of tragedy, with a tragic friendship story, and together, they make the saddest of sad tragedy! And I am actively sad about that.

I would’ve loved to see more of their dynamic, so, I guess that’s what fan art is for!

TUMBLR STOP IT PLEASE WTF

OH GOD MY ASKS ARE SENDING ALL AT ONCE. OH NO.

ANOTHER LORE PROJECT LET'S GOOOOO

THE VOID FILES

Trying a few four letters possibilities for the website we've been getting codes for... and here it is? It's been registered less than a month ago, somewhere in Portugal. Coincidence? I think not.

That you at the bottom, @notyourglitchbitch?

A doodle :3

Eryn startled a bit as she was lifted up.

"Sorry! Sorry. I thought this was abandoned. I'd been looking at the history 'n stuff and wanted to explore. I didn't know it was still inhabited. Sorry, sir," she replies, trying to hide the confusion that still lingered as she rubbed the back of her aching head. Wait. Hold on a minute. Though it was hard to see, there was a clock in the back, reading 11:14. That was close to when she arrived. Things slowly started to click together in her head as she recalled the comment made about hitting her head. She'd been unconscious, and none of the things with Phantom and the violent interaction with Natemare hadn't happened. It was one hell of a mindfuck, but it did make sense.

Eryn doesn't know how long she sleeps for, but she finds herself slowly stirring a while later. She keeps her eyes closed, rolling over and hoping to go back to sleep.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

It may have been 3am, but that didn't mean Eryn's guard was any less vigilant, standing stock-still just a few feet away, sword still in her hand. In the time the teen had slept, several more souls had come into the room, all of them with the same palpable tension as Callithie, though none of them had chosen to arm themselves. The only light came from Tobias now, softly glowing through the darkness, the flickering, shimmering quality of his flames making the light dance. Tap. Tap. Tap. Every single soul tensed, straightening slightly - in one case sitting up from where they'd been half-laying in the curve of an aerial hoop - looking around for the source. Callithie raised her blade a little higher. "...if shit hits the fan, protect the kid," murmured a soft, southern-accented voice. Lilia shifted slightly, pulling blonde curls up into a more combat-ready ponytail. "None of us can die... she 'ain't so safe from whatever's comin'..."

HUH

Antisepticeye turns 10 next year omg....

you punch nazis!

(requested by anonymous)

Not to be dramatic but Bucky’s new theme literally got me tearing up rn

Like he FINALLY gets to have a theme that isn’t doom and gloom, finally his theme isn’t something that ties back to his winter soldier days

ITS EPIC, ITS HEROIC

It feels like a celebration of everything he has become. Because he isn’t the winter soldier, he’s James Buchanan Barnes, overcomer of the worst this world has to offer

And i find that beautiful 🥹

i'm honored Kess, you're super cool :D

hey guys?

thank you. genuinely, thank you for just being here. every time someone interacts with something i've done it makes me smile knowing somebody took the time to notice my bullshit

to the handful of you that are entertaining my dumb ass with RP plots on my sideblog--

y'all are a whole new reason to wake up every day, and as stupid and cringe as it may sound from a random weirdo on the internet, i love you guys

thank you for being around to observe my shenanigans <3