When You're So Invested In The Plot Of An Rp You Find Yourself Checking The Blog Every Four Seconds

Now why in the hells does my Algebra teacher have a dancing fruit video playing...

reblog to remind prev they're not a bother and their presence is wanted <3

Eryn grabbed Phantom's arm, tugging it and making him look at her.

"You said spirits can't die twice... did you lie? No, no. You didn't. They're fine, right? Tell me. TELL ME YOU WERE TELLING THE TRUTH! TELL ME I DIDN'T KILL THEM!" She yells, before being knocked straight to the ground, head slamming against the bar. It feels like the guilt is a physical entity, wreathing around her as she struggles to push Natemare off of her, her shoulder screaming in protest with the slightest movement. Blood drips into her eyes, and she swipes at her face, trying to clear her vision. Her whole face is bloody, she's sure.

( @the-original-red-devil )

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'..."

Ooooo, Anti has a crush-

We've had A Date With Markiplier, A Heist With Markiplier, In Space With Markiplier; it's all about Markiplier.

When are we getting Dicked Down by Darkiplier?

This may not make sense since I'm very tired, but what if since Eryn was killed by Natemare, her soul is tethered to the pizzeria (and him) and he could just rip her back there whenever he wanted to?

Off to bed I go. Didn't want to forget this, so I scrambled to put it here.

MY HEART IS BROKEN WHAT

cold frozen heart

THE ORIGINAL, HERE ON MY TUMBLR FEED??

here’s the closeted furries “hey man… can u bum me a cig” and “the one uncle nobody invites to the family reunion but SOMEONE keeps telling him where it is anyways”

if you want an idea of what john is like, imagine hau from pokemon sumo

ALSO the ppl who kept asking me for trans thomas art, HERE he’s trans in this au (; 

ft John:

REAL

I'm still not used to Anti being like a threat?? a thing to worry about??? He was so goofy back in the day. What do you MEAN he's capable of causing trauma. He's too silly for that. He probably doesn't even know murder's illegal and you're accusing him of harming others. You're speaking in tongues. Anyways here's a little doodle whilst I eagerly await his return.

bob doodles because i went and saw thunderbolts for the second time yesterday

OH NT GOD OH MY FOD OH NY GOD. IF WE GET MORE EGO CONTENT IM GONNA SHRIEK

Jack just tweeted this, something ego related perhaps? 👀