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

Me when, no bullshit, I only listened to Natewantstobattle for the entirety of March, had a 5000 song streak and now I have 7200+ total plays for him... and not to mention i have over 2800 plays on Mangled (Natemare hyperfixation)

Hypothetically theoretically what would the ship name/ship tag for Anti and Phantom be?

ITS A HYPOTHETICAL, I KNOW YOU THREE (TERRI, DIN, KORA) ARE GONNA CALL ME A STRAGGOT BUT ITS A HYPOTHETICAL!!!!!

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

*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.

What the fuck??? 87 hits in less than an hour?? I guess I underestimated how feral this fandom is for content 😭 I'm going to write something else Thunderbolts* related soon, don't worry

Ho did you just twist the knife?

Why me? Why did it have to be me?

"Wha- huh?" Eryn stared at them. She called out the one name she knew, but all four were gone.

"Fritz? What... what the fuck just happened?!" Her heart was pounding. They'd just... vanished. She stood up from her chair, looking frantically at Phantom.

"What?? No, no- They- where did they go?! What did I do?!"

your fault your fault your fault your fault your fault your fault

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'..."

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

I cannot WAIT to see all the Void fanart and edits omg

👀👀👀

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

WHAT. THE. FUCK.

FUCK JKR. FUCK HER.

"I don't like JRK but I still love Harry Potter"

You have blood on your hands

Burn your fucking Harry Potter merch or be burned with it.

I'm fucking livid.