“I AM THE VOID, THERE’S NO USE FIGHTING”

DON'T SIDE WITH TERRI! I'M NOT A STRAGGOT!!!!!!!!

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IT DOES NOT MAKE ME A STRAGGOT FOR WANTING TO DANCE TO THE MASOCHISM TANGO WITH TWO CERTAIN CHARACTERS PLAYED BY MUSICIAN NATHAN SHARP. (DIRECTED AT YOU, @terri-theslime13)

That's all.

I WAKE UP TO 226 HITS AND 35 KUDOS?? I UNDERESTIMATED HOW FERAL THIS FANDOM IS FOR CONTENT

Diagrams are helpful to me

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'..."

Friday!!! Friday please come!!!

Although this video is very messy in both drawing and editing and also subtitles are not on the beat!!! But I am calling for the arrival of Friday!!!

Friday soul, please come back!!(?

Also Mangled！！！

And perhaps NATEMARE PLZ ！！！(?

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(What the hell am I doing lol

He is so very important to me.

I WILL BITE YOU.

*clicks megaphone*

IT DOES NOT MAKE ME A STRAGGOT FOR WANTING TO DANCE TO THE MASOCHISM TANGO WITH TWO CERTAIN CHARACTERS PLAYED BY MUSICIAN NATHAN SHARP. (DIRECTED AT YOU, @terri-theslime13)

That's all.

!!!!!!! ANYBODY can draw my ocs, if you do tag me!!

OUGH HES SUCH A COMPLEX CHARACTER. I LOVE HIM.

Damien’s subtly, melancholically told character arc will never let me go! All these specific climactic changes in his development, they make themselves present in the Darkiplier he is controlling (as much as you can call it control). It just makes so much sense, especially after DAMIEN, and I love how much it makes my heart crackle.

His leader-to-rebel arc.

His pawn-to-prisoner arc.

His peaceful-to-vengeful arc.

His “We’ll go through this together“-to-“We don’t need the others” arc.

His sweet-to-intimidating arc.

His inviting-to-deprecatory arc.

His optimist-to-mysterious-pessimist arc.

His “We can do it”-to-“I am so tired of this” arc.

The way he cares less and so much more at the same time.

The way he is misunderstood.

The remaining constant is his want for justice. His honesty. His will to make things right.

THIS MAN WON’T GIVE ME A BREAK.

does anyone wanna hold hands until we feel a little braver