Requested by braebutts!
NEW TUMBLR
I am extremely disinterested with Homestuck and it’s frustrating to have a dash compiled strictly with Homestuck
(fuck you I can’t unfollow 800 people picking out certain ones)
So yeah new Tumblr is
NEW TUMBLR
I am extremely disinterested with Homestuck and it’s frustrating to have a dash compiled strictly with Homestuck
(fuck you I can’t unfollow 800 people picking out certain ones)
So yeah new Tumblr is
> Google search ‘Arcade Gannon as pony’ as a challenge to self about not everything being ponified
> Find this instead
Come the fuck on
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
Mumford and Sons—Not in Nottingham (cover from the disney movie Robin Hood)
OH WHOA
oh man
ahh
feelings about zombie apocalypses 2k12.
It started out quiet. Hardly more than a whisper. As if she could still hear him, somewhere deep inside. “I lovve you, Fef,” Eridan muttered, hefting the aluminum bat in his hands. The handle was slick with blood — Equius’ blood, easily recognizable by color. Eridan wiped his gritty, bloody hands on his equally dirtied black jeans and hefted the bat again. There. Now he had a firm grip on his grim weapon.
He could hear Feferi’s breathing, loud and ragged. Her lungs were probably filling with blood, and no doubt her gills were shredded and sticky with decomposition. Just like her legs. And her eyes. “I alwways lovved you.” Eridan’s normally wavy accent had gained an extra level of wateriness from the saltwater tide due to rise in his vision. He slowly raised the bat. The lethal end of it glinted cherry red. Karkat. It seemed there were still things he had to learn about his friends. Even in their death. But that was okay. It was all okay, because he had his bat. His death scythe. Eridan was the reaper.
The reaper was him.
“Alwways, Fef.” Eridan was sobbing by this time. The time for quiet confession had passed. No one else was around except Feferi, and Feferi was dead. She couldn’t hear him. Eridan swung the bat into the side of the princess’ head, trying to keep his eyes open to the streams washing Karkat’s blood from his cheeks, trying not to focus on the splatters of rosy pink blood, the long, shining hair, the smooth skin he had always longed to touch.
He didn’t stop swinging until Feferi’s corpse was still.
The noise I just made holy fucking SHIT.
AAAAAWWWWWWWWWWW
I just wanted to share this with everyone.
Normally i really hate zombie stuff, but this….
oh gosh. all of my feels.
Have I ever mentioned how much I love zombie stuff?
I do. I love it so much. And that story just gave me too many feels ;u;
It’s too early to be sobbing
But this is just so djjdklsdsw
sometimes i sink my art-claws into Deeum’s sketches and i have no idea why she puts up with it ahaha
(i kept the bubbles in because they were amusing whoops)
