#yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

[thingspeoplesayintoontown]

[thatonepizzaman]

Finally got a new switch

IM PLAYIJG SPLATTY ONCE MORE

[skautism]

a second actual beard hair has hit the jawline

[captainkurosolaire]

Absence Ushers, Fate Declares!

Pitch blackness came with a shutter. Devoid of all outside this formless realm. That which materializes here is the product of Malevolence or Benevolence, judged in the corporeal plane, tried here… In this accursed place, it always felt there was no logic.       Nor rhyme, substance, only purely cryptic. The pirate was brought here in many ventures. Encountering specters, spirits, fragmented pieces of his own soul. Forcing answers to remove discord troubles. Ordinary referred to this merely, nightmares or dreams. His sole’s felt cold, as a small tide rippled through his toes. Recognizing this place he stood on a solid sea, but the wave’s were fluid… Separated layers of water… Impossible. In the real world, after he blacked-out, the Stranger recently met and took him to his place. Noticing this rogue broke out with a dangerous fever. Sweat rampant poured from his forehead and droplet’s collapsed onto his torso. Forcing the concerned gunslinger to remove the Captain’s shirt and noticing his countless battle scars… This didn’t appear to be a courtesan. He was shocked. A blanket was placed on him instead with a cooling rag on his forehead to dry combating the fever and balance his temperatures. In the parallel -- thick, dense, rain wept instead. Kuro shouted out, “What th’ seven hells… I-Is going on!” Silence followed for a moment. A new visitor was here. Abruptly breaking through sound, a feminine voice brought thunder-streaks with distorted laughter, echoing in absence. Meanwhile on the surface… Terrifying puzzles continued to unravel to the bystander,  “What kind’a plague or sickness is this! Are you cursed?” Looking over at the pirate’s chest, his heart physically was thrumming against his body, elastically and almost inhumanely beating against his thinnest walls even the loose blanket couldn’t conceal it. The slumbering man's facial features were distraught, fidgeting with affliction.

Who on earth did this cowboy bring in? This wrangling, rough-weathered man’s room was an array of whiskey to moonshine bottles emptied and a complete mess,  he was an avid low-spirit drunk. A duet-picture framed, of a departed partner left on the nightstand. He wasn’t far different from the sailor. They both in that pub-crawl, in kismet decided for once to try to overcome their vices. Each carrying weighted grievance and unprecedented burdens. Captain yelled back into the void. “W-who is there?! Reveal yourself…” That damnable silence, called back… For a short-spell. Until finally salvation. “So hastily… No one desire’s sloppy rushes.”                                                   “I can’t wait to meet you.”             “Didn't you state that you’d conquer me in that hell.”     “Remember; inside that pit for sinners?”               “I wonder, are you man enough?”                                   “Come on, I thought you held the answers…”          “Concerning isn’t, there’s more questions.”                            “Know this…”         “I will be your judge.”               “Every wrong, every self-interest.”                         “All the hearts you broken, Captain.”   

Feet ran and traveled in the abundance of water-flooring trying to head to the voice. Being tormented, last time he solved this by punching his inferior-oppressor. This wasn’t the same force. Frustratingly the womanly voice with a sultry undertone, almost demonic, let a laughter amused by his failed attempts to strike against the untamable air. Only met with invisible connections. “Just who are ye?! What gives you th’ right t’ judge me?” He said frantically before recomposing trying to control what should be his, but unable.                                       Once again it taunted in the dark. “You act so innocent, oh but you’re so deadly.”                  “So am I…” “When you breathe it’ll be a hassle with me, silencing and muzzling you my beloved Captain.”                 “You lost your dominion here. This place isn’t yours alone.”                           “No sanctuary. “                           “No haven.”                                           “You’ll find power, it belongs to me.”                   Ominously whispers traversed and shook the realm. He felt his mouth gagged, unable to ask the dark anymore.         “Until our proper meeting. Try not to die.” "Everything will be explained." The rain fast-forwarded before a hailstorm of sanguine ichor and accompanying fallen bodies began to plummet like meteors into this tormented plane. Every single person buried to rest by Captain’s doing, or involuntarily ability to protect. His eye’s shot in horror, a lifeless cadaver like an anchor drop was going to squish him, holding his palm open to protect himself. He tried to scream but instead woke up in reality, before his savior who equally exhibited terror. After seeing this paranormal shit, one needed a drink again. Rushing to the Captain’s aide, “W-woah are yuh’ alright partner? How are you bleeding? Cut yourself? Hold on!” Still stricken in terror, trembling, never had the pirate felt so powerless and felt such a raw connection from what partaken in these psychedelic trips… This was indescribable. His palm actually was bloodied, the same one that tried shielding himself at the end of that frightful encounter. Recomposing from the dystopia. The wanderer attended to his bloodied palm by surveying and bandaging it, no cut’s visible or wounds noticeable by the naked-eye, almost if another’s blood entirely. “Name’s Castro Cassidy, take it you’ve got another story, aren’t tellin... I can't help but be interested.” Understandably trying to get answers, like someone with a sense of law. Settling down and looking on the side of his bed. He was going to confess truth, who he was. However, a disturbing turn occurred; he took notice of that photo of the couple, that other man, 'his partner', of this gunslinger. He recognized, Captain shot that man down in a life-or-death stand-off, a bounty hunter.

Damn... From dangerous event, to anew. Fate always, catches up.

The man who saved Kuro, went unhinged from his sorrow, letting demon's devour his problems, as many chose this path. The Blackguard, knew this well. Seeker gulped noticeably heavily, and tried to subvert everything. "What a scary, nightmare! Pretty real one at that... Can't express enough you fending for me, listen I'm sorry ye had t' see that. I clumsily forgot but thank you fer this and even back there against th' goons." Inside mentally screaming... That voice, told him, he was going to be judged for heart's that were broken. Is this a cruel result?

He wasn't just in the room with anyone, the pirate, was with a Lawbringer with former deduction expertise, even if dulled from poor habits. Although once a former; bounty hunter, he changed his life around. Until his partner passed...

Both heightened Miqo'te's instincts were sticking up. A rift of tension felt between them. One thing known -- ...no felt. Captain needed to lie himself out of this to survive!

The often accompany butterfly, the spirit-guide, was soaked in blood observing and hiding behind the window-seal, cleaning it-self with teeth grown.

🌊 ♫The Hider♫ - Reference - Last Chapter 🌊

[as1llydino]

WE ARE LITERALLY SO BACK

[wetpainty]

YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

doodling my friends the pixls from super paper mario

[kaelidascope]

Vaporwave was always the aesthetic <3

Read Midnight Menagerie on AO3!

[trainingdummyrabbit]

everyone get in my car I'm taking the creatures to the park

:O

PARK PARK PARK PARK PARK PARK PARK PARK!!!!!!!!

[seanseabean]

@surveillance-0011

Some of them haven't changed but REALLY???? THEY JUST LOOKED AT IKKAN LIKE "HAHA DIE I GUESS"

KEATON???

MASHUP????? nah nah nah HAAHAHAH

[lyra-sol]

YeaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAA

Bw version, timelapse and pic reference under:

[badboycopguy]

(yeup its another Leland Coyle ask blog also a blog for me to draw other outlast trials characters and what not since i wanna get more into it, i love him so i was like why not and here we are, of course its 18+ no minors, i would do nsfw but tumblr doesnt like it soooo, unless they do?? idk, but YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA)

[chonnysinferno]

LOOK GUYS IT'S EMS EMM E IT SME LOOKLOOKLOKOLKOKLOKKOKL,!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *insert very loud cheering sounds* love you too /p

shitpost

@themindeccentric i love u 🥰 /p

[grumpy-zane]

((YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[martinsorbit]

not really a ruin spoiler its just kellen goffs tweet but just in case

This might be a ruin spoiler if it appears in your notification tab then dont click it alright

ok good

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im GOING NUTS because one thing is just going "Ah okay so the fandom thinks this is their name" and the other is just confirming it IM SCREAMING YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Keep the lights dim 👍 gosh kellen goff is so cool when it comes to fnaf stuff

[sadtrashking]

raises my hand and waves it around. but what if the baby lived (ft your cucurucho drawn from memory)

YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA THIER SO LITTLE

I need to draw my cucurucho without his mask. Also, imagine the little guy tiny creature. They would be pretty much the egg's sibling.

[sacachorch0vo]

Yea

Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

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