#Ender’s thoughts

[ender-girl-13]

So Stobotnik fans how are we feeling?

[hottubsandwiches]

should probably come up with an actual design for this guy

[solargeist]

the urge to draw grian in that one falin panel for no reason

[ender-of-the-sender]

Okay, feel free to tell me I'm looking to hard into things because i probably am

This is Zeke the Nighthawk, Hatchetfield Highs beloved mascot.

And this is Ezekiel, elected leader of the checkered-tailed nighthawks and highly intelligent because of the good stuff

Is it just me or do they have a lot in common

•Nighthawks

•From Hatchetfield

•Anthropomorphic (in a way)

For gods sakes, they're both called Ezekiel

[ill-procastinato]

I'm convinced that everyone either wants to fuck or be fucked by Sebastian Vettel.

[cosmic-d1ce]

you do not UNDERSTAND how much Phil's monday lore stream fucked me up

he would NEVER raise his voice at his kids, let alone SCREAM like that. It's so clearly not him, something is so obviously wrong

also i didn't notice until after the stream was done but Phil spent so much of that stream getting things, stealing, doing bounties, it wasn't sudden, he spent the whole stream being greedy before the possession happened

Nobody ever tell me that Phil is bad at lore ever again dont talk to me

[enderina]

Tommorow i'm starting school 💀 i wanna explode. Hopefully this won't mean i'll stop drawing,, Here's a few finished arts in the meantime :]

{I draw mario so different everytime help 💀 Also luigi is pretty hard to draw so i'm still figuring him out ✌}

[i-eat-cubes]

WIP

[panxramic]

Sleep Talking

Tallulah was a sleep talker. She didn’t do it regularly, but it has happened often enough for her to deserve that title.

Tonight was no different. Phil had yet to fall asleep, meanwhile both kids were passed out. Next to him, Tallulah began to stir, and a soft mumble came through.

“Tallulah?”

No answer.

“Tallulah are you awake?” He whispered.

After a couple of seconds another mumble. Phil turned on the soft flower night light above him and sure enough, she was still asleep. He laughed to himself, she’s talking in her sleep again.

After a minute of silence, her words became clearer, “… stop … put that down…”

Another minute of silence, and then a giggle, “no papa would get mad.”

And oh? Phil is a curious soul, so he asks, “Tallulah why would dad be mad?”

She mumbles quietly, then he hears something or someone move in the kitchen.

Tallulah speaks again, “he can hear you.”

Phil freezes, “who can hear me?”

After no response he quietly gets out of bed and looks over to the next room, there’s no one there. As he makes his way back to the room she speaks again, “it’s too bright?”

Phil watches the flower light he had turned off slowly start flickering before completely turning off. He feels a cold chill run up his spine as his wings try to shake off the eerie feeling.

Another mumble, but this time she sounds upset. Her eyebrows furrow and her lips downturn, “no… no… stop.” She shakes her head, “…not nice.”

Tallulah continues getting restless in her sleep. What was once her sleeping peacefully turns into sharp movements and discomfort. Phil tries putting a wing over her to comfort her, but she just shoves it off, “can’t.”

Frankly, Phil has had enough of this so he goes to wake Tallulah up, then she starts speaking again, “stop.”

He stops, and she speaks again, “help.”

He hears what sounds like small footsteps next to his bed, but when he turns he sees no one there. He feels like his breath is stuck in his throat as another stretch of silence falls in the room. He thinks it’s over, when one last word leaves Tallulah’s lips, “Bobby?”

Suddenly a crash comes out of the kitchen causing Phil to completely jolt out of bed. He runs but again finds nothing there, not even a broken glass. Everything seems to be in its place, nothing out of the ordinary.

The last thing he hears Tallulah say that night is, “I think he’s gone,” before going completely silent.

What Phil doesn’t see in the dark and under the shadows is a purple like figure slowly retracting its hands from the bed. Its claws are familiar, they fit perfectly into the scars on his wings.

What he doesn’t see is the dead souls who scared him away, the ones that warned Tallulah it wasn’t them.

When she wakes up, she doesn’t remember a thing.

[nuro-does-art]

"And when you reach that place old crow, where your Memory becomes Myth and Legend.

Will you rejoice in how much you have gained?

Or will you mourn just how far you have fallen?"

[ender-girl-13]

Why is every stimboard blog I come across "sfw interactions only"? I want to reblog them but I'm afraid to because I reblog slightly suggestive stuff from time to time and I don't want to get yelled at/blocked over a misunderstanding. Where are all the stimblogs that don't care who reblogs their stuff?!

[tinylongwing]

Part 1 of my silly self-indulgent personal project to do a bunch of portraits of the World Enders (and I guess a couple other related characters). This set is all canon characters.

PLEASE NOTE that like while there's plenty here that's canon as far as names and sometimes faces go, a LOT of the info is part of a collaborative RP/writing project with @spectromagic so like, please don't take all of this as solid fact, just enjoy the cute and very simple little portraits, haha.

I'll do a part 2 or even 3 eventually but those will almost all be OCs we've used to fill out the gang. These folks at least you might have heard of from the band themselves! (Honestly Charlie is only here because she's named in canon and had a namedrop in what we've written so far unlike some of the other canon folks who we haven't really used like Tender Freddie or Jimmy Doll).

[infizero-draws]

jokes on me i actually drew more of them immediately. anyways. all grown up!!!! (+ sum more info)

[perplexingly]

look at my friend Tharael singing cute songs

[side-of-art]

someone needs to tell the ender king that you’re supposed to give things to someone on their birthday, not take them. smh