#this can only go well

[macbethz]

I’m introducing psychedelics into the reality shifting ecosystem

[unwelcomeoutside]

Can someone get howdy to take a break?

He has bags under his eyes, he needs rest

[remyfire]

Me, EXTREMELY high: Oh I should go see if I need to edit my Rare Pair Signup at all before it closes

[marxistmiku]

-feeling sick and like im going to pass out- perhaps this monster energy will help me

[miniaturemallow]

Time to learn all about religion!

[candycoatedrox]

what if i. learned to draw tails

[scrybe-of-death]

So.

Xeya.

You remember Dusty.

I need to draw something.

Soon.

I'm sure many people will love it.

OH NO

[theoneandonlysun]

[Let's hope you stay.]

[The shine in Ita|Bol-T's eyes has gone out.]

(Poor little OC, I have diagnosed thou with abandonment issues! Now, how are you going to anchor the sun down?)

Sun isn't paying attention... she doesn't notice the anchor and chains.

[codgod]

oh hey it’s the game dan and phil played :D

[fadedandromeda]

Watching both Cub and Scar’s stream at the same time is repeatedly giving me whiplash with the opposing themes

[agodamongstmortals]

Fearne is just

[tapuhauko]

@skullkxd asked:

“Hey Hau you know how Red Bull makes you go nuts. I made a Red Bull smoothie. Wanna try it.”

"That sounds good, actually! Count me in!" Smoothie + Red Bull = extra sweet, right? He loves everything sweet, no matter how sickly sweet it was!

[itsdefinitely]

just started a project that's probably out of my skill set!

[foreverlustfulfusion]

MANICAL VILLIAN-ESQUE LAUGHTER

[burnedelytra]

Philza opens the door, surprised to find his son at the door. Their relationship was strained after revival,, as much as he desperately wanted it to be the same. The crowfather's expression is one of sympathy and guilt, especially looking at the other's wings. He's quick to wipe his expression clean, mirroring that false smile of Will's. "Course, Come on in, Mate" He steps to the side. ←

Wilbur steps inside, carefully using a hand to lift their wings up some so that the feathers wouldn't get caught. Ducking some as he entered. His expression was more so a facade, something they'd perfected. Perhaps he learned it from Phil. "How are you doing, Phil?" He questioned with a hum, as he glanced around the place. Calloused fingers, from playing the guitar for so long, dragged against the wooden walls. -🧥

"I'm doing good" The immortal's words are hesitant with a focused expression watching his son in every step. The way he lifts the wings, his hand dragging against the wall. the question. Philza can't trust a single second, not now, not after everything, even though he wants nothing more then to simply trust his son. "What do you want, Will" He jumps to the point, voice sharper then intended.

[chilcucked]

Why did I think starting a fourth fucking blog was a good idea