#guhhhhhhhhhhhh

[polybiiuss]

mr undertale….

[fluffysylveonn]

confession I block hellaverse fans on sight unless they seem relatively chill or are a mutual of a mutual . sorry

[asterrise]

Ughhhhhh thinking about jrwi and characters

There is a pang in my heart

I miss gillion I miss jay I miss chip I miss Dakota I miss Vyncent I miss William I miss runt I miss everyone

What if I like. Explode.

Yknow what I miss mark winters. I miss tide. I miss queen I miss old man earl I miss Ollie I miss Edyn I miss niklaus I miss so much. Specifically mark for some reason he’s cool and also Dakota currently every time I think a thought it’s like a dvd screen saver and every time i think about Dakota it bounces into the corner

I want to listen. But I need sleep. I also have the problem that I’ll be listening to an episode while longing another. I want to consume all of jrwi in its fullest potential in 5 seconds at the same time while maintaining all of it. My brain needs that I think.

I also need 116 although I’d like that to be 7 hours long with no edits besides sound quality so that I can get the full thing and I want the next episode to release 10 minutes after 116 and then I need that to continue until riptide is over except it will never end cause I’m delusional so I just want it perpetually

I want to put all characters into a blender and drink character smoothie

Guhhhh

[duskeroo]

burnout is lowk crazy

have a reaction image

[boopshoops]

so cool that its maid day and no other possible day happy maid day 💕

[baejax-the-great]

WIP Wednesday-WitD

Patroclus cups his hands and draws the water to his face.

“Sir? Hey, sir!”

He tries to ignore Zagreus. He does. His hands tremble suspended between river and mouth and he is already losing water trickling through his fingers. The sizzle of burning feet on grass grows closer at a breakneck speed as Zagreus sprints toward Patroclus.

“You’re still here,” Zagreus exclaims with a huge grin on his face. “And I saw you in the arena last time. Did you find what you were looking for, then?”

Patroclus does not know how to answer this. His cupped hands hold now barely a mouthful of water, the rest of it slowly dribbled onto the grass.

He doesn’t want Zagreus to witness this. The other shades milling about—they don’t matter. But this moment, Patroclus unbecoming himself—he doesn’t want the boy to see this. He lets the rest of the water fall out of his hands.

“Were you going to drink, sir?” Zagreus asks with a small amount of trepidation in his voice. “You do know that… it’s the Lethe.”

Patroclus sits back on his heels. “Yes,” he says. “I know.”

The boy stands there awkwardly, about as still as Patroclus has ever seen him, the ground charring beneath his feet. The ribbons of grass flare orange then red then black with an undulating glow. It’s captivating. They crumble to pieces, black and gray dust, and new grass grows in its place startlingly quickly to burn all over again.  

“If you found a way to kill Achilles,” Patroclus asks, “And went beyond him to discover whatever was past Elysium and learned that there was still no way for you to get out, that you would never escape, would you want to know? Or would it be easier to forget and keep struggling for your freedom? Or even to forget that you ever wanted to escape in the first place?”

Zagreus’s expression crumples. “I…”

Patroclus waits. Is he asking the boy for permission? For understanding? Has he grown to value the judgment of Zagreus, or at least fear his disapproval? After this, Patroclus won’t be able to help him anymore, and he hadn’t helped him much to start with.

The boy’s attention turns sharply toward the arena with a frown. He waves and calls, “Hail, sir.”

Achilles is standing in the center of the gate, still armored, still holding his spear. Shades are scattering away from him as he strides onto the grass. More importantly, however, far past Achilles and far upstream, the movement of a tall, dark shadow catches Patroclus’s eye. It is too far away to make out clearly, but there is only one who roams these rivers.

Shit. He’s out of time, the one resource he usually has far too much of. Achilles shouts for him to stop at the same time Zagreus calls his sword to his hand.

“He’s talking to me, stranger, not you,” Patroclus tells him, fairly certain he’s correct about that. Zagreus is merely a duty to Achilles, whereas Patroclus is… something else. As soon as the words are out of his mouth, it occurs to Patroclus that he can do one good deed before he consigns himself to history. “Make me,” he calls to Achilles with as much challenge in his voice as he can muster, edging his way closer to the river.

Zagreus looks at him in shock, and Patroclus says quickly and quietly, “This is your chance. He’s coming for me. When he’s far enough away from the gate, run and don’t look back. I think he’ll let you go this one time.”

“Will you be—”

“I’m dead, Zagreus. Now go.”

Achilles does turn his attention to Zagreus briefly, and Patroclus quickly scoops up the river and swallows as much as he can. It is cold, almost numbing as it goes down his throat. How quickly does it work? Which memories went first? Will he even know? It doesn’t matter.

As he reaches his hands back into the river, he can hear the thundering of Achilles’ feet. He lifts his head just in time to see Zagreus bolting into the arena. Before he can fully swallow his second mouthful, Achilles tackles him.

[quitedisastrous]

thank you brain for giving me the intense urge to watch a pmv that haven't watched in years and can recall absolutely no useful information to search for it

[lelelego]

tell me how did i not realize sr2 johnny is wearing a shirt inside his outer purple button-up. i've been drawing him with his tits half out this ENTIRE TIME