#{time boy}

[annatraut]

The process

[the1nsomniacdreams]

No, no I think you misunderstand

I would DIE for Karl Jacobs

I would KILL for Karl Jacobs

I would LIVE for Karl Jacobs

That man is EVERYTHING

[jmccraft]

Karl and Quackity:)

Karl Jacobs :)

(Forgot to do no bg for him..)

Quackity :))

(He's ready to fight Dream)

Together :)))

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Little quick doodles of the gamers together!!

[bribritenma]

Coffee time

[thesciencebros]

Ben: Why are shorts called shorts, but pants aren’t called longs?

Randy: She wears short shorts, I wear long longs.

Wilbur: She’s cheer cheerer, and I’m on the sit sits.

[of-that-unseen]

{Lights in Dark Places}

{starter for shattering-time uvu}

Of course, the moment she arrived, weary and footsore, to the next place on her checklist of major cities to scour for those that remained in her order...if any did, she became completely and absolutely lost.

Floating around, uncomfortable in her own skin as she drifted from one section of the dark alleyways to another, attracting gazes that made her skin crawl, Nillua was becoming increasingly concerned that her little quest might end here, in the dark, hazy back alleyways of Zaun. It didn’t help that the air weighed heavily in her lungs, and she felt as though each breath weighed twice as much as before, a faint throb beginning behind her eyes at the lack of oxygen. Nor did she dare speak to anyone she might happen to pass on the street. No one here seemed worth her trust.

Tears threatened to fall and before she could ruin her own dignity, she dove into some dark little corner, breathing in deep and letting her feet touch the cold stone of the industry city. Her skin felt dirty, the air was heavy, her eyes burned with tears and from the heavy smog that clung to her hair and around her, like a dark cloud trying to dampen her glow. 

Cupping her hands, her moths flocked to them, illuminating the darkness around her and her face, but one by one, the ten present with her began to fade, and blink out, as her energy drained away, leaving only her frustration bare.

“Where do I go, little ones? Is it worth the time to wander this desolate place? I don’t think I will find any aid here--” Her voiced thoughts cut off at the sudden rush of footsteps down the alleyway, and she clamps her hands over the five remaining moths to hide their light and herself, pressing her back firmly against the wall. 

A pack of children, most who didn’t look to be older than ten, raced by, all shouting to each other. They didn’t seem to notice the ever present green glow of her markings, to her relief, and keeping her eyes closed, she stands in wait until the sound of the passing fades, so focused on fading into the background of a world she clearly didn’t belong in that she was totally unaware of ANOTHER presence, until she stepped out into the alleyway, thinking she was finally alone and she could make her escape from his hell-bound place.

Unfortunately for Nillua, nothing seems to work out the way she intends, here in Zaun.