I LOVE THIS SM YOUR ARTSTYLE IS SO CUTE OP

HAHAHAHAH

"Hey what day is it gonna be tomorrow?"

Wilford Warfstache:

I had this scheduled for some reason please don't block or unfollow me for being unfunny 🙏🙏

Diagrams are helpful to me

hey I'm sorry I stopped in the middle of that sentence my brain decided to flush its cache and I totally forgot what this conversation was

Listening to this song isn't enough I need a cool outfit and a dance partner with a black and red outfit and a sick ass cane

im not a straggot i swear

Here’s a lil sketch of Dark being pissed at the viewer..I finished this 10 minutes before going into a exam..

(I tried doing this quick to see how it would look,and it’s not too bad)

NOW WE HAVE THE FUCKING ELVISVERSE?! 😭😭

how it feels opening tumblr recently

Eryn isn't expecting the cat to suddenly launch itself at her, and she stumbles as she finds herself in the memory. Her heart burns as she looks at the four animatronics. They were gone before she got there, and she wasn't the one to cause them to disappear as much as her brain wanted to convince her, but... God. They were so young to have their lives violently ripped away from them.

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'..."

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Heart

Summary: You love your partner. You would do anything for her. Wouldn't you?

TWs: Major character death & a bit of gore. This probably isn't a very healthy relationship so beware.

Pairing(s): Fem! Darkiplier x Gender Neutral Reader

Author Note: This is very poorly written cause it was kinda just a passing midnight thought where I just happened to have access to my laptop. Also, I don't encourage any toxic implications of shit like this in real life, my intention was not to glorify or romanticize toxic relationships IRL, This is just supposed to be a horror fic. This is kinda the darkest thing I've written so far, which doesn't really say a lot of interesting stuff about me.

Okay no fic here cause I felt like tumblrs moderation may not like it much, so if you wanna read it, here's the ao3 link to it:

Heart

I am going to commit Devious Acts™️ with this >:)

"...huh?" She managed to get out, looking around for Nightshade. She knows physically, she's in Phantom's bar... but why is her memory different this time? Is Nightshade showing her what might have been if she hadn't shot Natemare?

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'..."