#you shall be missed

[a-v-j]

Nightmare, if you think you can escape my asks about your child, you thought wrong

HAVE THE BABY

Ah

Nightmare died

[oifaaa]

Is the mobile blue background slightmy off or is it just me

Yes sir it's matching my new header which honestly end of an era I've had that howl header since I started this side blog in 2017

[zenlesszonezero]

As the conspiracy reaches its finale, the Void Hunter joins the fight.

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[bestiainfinita]

😭😭😭

[demonindistress]

Farewell Hvaldimir.

You were the bestest boy 🤍😔

[dragonfly0808]

Holy shit MatPat is retiring from Game Theory… as a huge nerd and someone who loves to learn about the most random shit, I’ve been watching him since I was 9… I’m 20 now…

I WAS HERE SINCE LIKE THE SECOND FNAF THEORY- damn I’m old

Damn… March 9th is gonna be tough man…

You will be missed sir, thank u for nurturing my little nerd brain

I’m actually kinda excited to see how the new hosts will do

[amonrawya]

Bernard Hill - Théoden King.

Where now the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing?

They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in the meadow;

The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow.

Who shall gather the smoke of the dead wood burning, Or behold the flowing years from the Sea returning?

[niadrawsstuff]

i was listening to this song when it got to this one part and i was immediately like, “lol wouldn’t it be so messed up if i made an amv of this with the spider clan” AND I HAVE NO REGRETS

song - Lucky Ducks (Bob’s Burgers Movie)

[plutobutartsy]

bought a florence + the machine cd just to find out our car doesn't have a cd slot. god wants me dead

[to-know-how-it-ends]

Hey! Just letting you know that my username -- which was formerly theaternerd1 -- is changing to to-know-how-it-ends

[mizutoyama]

Yesterday was so much fun! It’s probably the best April 1st I ever had. No pranks, just a whole lot of booping 😺

(And maxing out both the given and received boops was definitely the cherry on top 😁)

[bluepopsicle]

goodbye my northnight♡

[missingsunlight]

Your laugh ♡( ´▽｀)

[slimysalamander1114]

rip matpat we'll miss you 😭

[bespectacled-bookwyrm]

I beat the Sodden Crew, but I also had my first death.

RIP Fribois the Grave Robber. Bled out. You shall be missed.

On a more positive note, Bonvalet the Leper was ripping everything apart with help from Conteville the Occultist.

I doubt the team would've lasted so long if Griffin the Antiquarian wasn't there, though. She's pretty good at helping the team's survivability.

. . . Well, except for Fribois kicking the bucket. That was my fault entirely, actually. I tried to burst down the Crew when they were low on health and didn't deal with the Anchorman (like I was supposed to) or the bleeding.

Oops.

[dontsh0vethesun]

i’ve not written smut for so long i fear i no longer know how

[mammonsrockstargf]

“Whatcha doing?”

“I’m hiding,”

...

“Can I join?”

It looks comical, the way Mammon tries to fit inside your closet as well. There’s barely room for him, but somehow he manages to squeeze his long limbs into the small space. Once he’s sat, he turns his head slightly to look at you.

“Who are we hiding from?”

His blue eyes practically light up the place, and you can feel the heat radiating from him. Tentatively you inch a little closer and he opens his legs so you can slot between them, your back against his chest. You lean into the embrace, letting him wrap his arms around you. You can feel the beating of his heart next to your ear.

“I don’t know,” you mutter. You watch the wall of the closet, eyes trailing the curves and patterns of the wood. “Everyone,” you say.

Mammon hums. He presses a gentle kiss to your hair. You grab a hand from your waist, deciding to play with his fingers instead. In difference from his usual white, they’re painted the colour of your eyes. Yours matches with a mix of blue and yellow. All stolen from Asmo of course.

(He let you steal them. Mammon was not very discreet. You had to make up for it with a spa day the next weekend.)

Slowly you interwine your fingers with Mammon’s, leaning back to rest your head on his chest and closing your eyes.

“Were ya hiding from me too?”

...

“No, I would never hide from you.”