#larssxn

[shadcwiisms]

it was another muggy and miserable sort

of day, fat grey clouds tumbling across the

equally dark grey sky, the air humid and

entirely unenjoyable, not even to someone

with the most weird ideologies and likes.

the day was just GROSS, all in all, and shade

himself couldn’t even bring himself to even

try to enjoy it. there was no reason to enjoy

this type of weather, anyhow. shade’s feet

moved quickly as he slunk through the darkness

of the evening, tail flicking back and forth ever

so often, vaguely cat-like as he did so. he

was looking for someone, and that

particular someone, as he had heard, wasn’t

doing so hot right now. he braced for the worst.

@larssxn

[eddswxrld]

Eyy, lil thing for @larssxn

I hope I didn’t mess anything up this is the first time I’ve drawn Lars sooo. Made for their use and their current event.

[greydernon]

♋ // larssxn or redneighbor ?

Send me a ♋ and I’ll draw our muses together!

(( @larssxn / @redneighbor So I drew Xan with the Red Killer/Todd, but I really really love your shatter verse and I really want bad Lars to beat me up. Like look at him, I hope everyone loves him as much as I do.))

[agrimfuture]

Star !!! // larssxn

//aw jeez thank u pokey

[callouscarmine-archive-blog]

"Ehe, hey, Cat-mine!" Mason jokes, patting the other's head.

— His ears immediately flatten as he glares up at the taller one, clearly displeased. The heads pats aren’t welcomed either.

“Fuck off.”

@larssxn

[callouscarmine-archive-blog]

Skull icon w/ mason

💀 for what my muse would say upon hearing about your muse’s death.

"Okay. Another alternate is dead. Fantastic."

@larssxn

[agrimfuture]

FUSE // larssxn

//i did thorfrid since that asshole is my problematic fave

//there’s not a lot they agree on but one thing is for sure: the multiverse is fucked

[agrimfuture]

"You look eerily familiar. And like you don't belong here. Who are you?" Thorfrid frowns down at the other man, folding his arms across his chest. // larssxn

Fucking great, it looked like Tord had changed his look again. Or maybe he hadn’t; this Tord was a great deal taller than Edd remembered. Maybe it was an alternate.

Maybe it wasn’t Tord at all. At the very least, it was one he was unfamiliar with. Had his time travel fucked up dimensionally again? It seemed so, considering the bizarrely tall Tord didn’t seem to recognize him.

Edd glared coolly up at the other man. “It seems I’ve gotten turned around somewhere. I’m Edd, though that’s not exactly hard to figure out.” 

Well, he had changed a lot over the years; it was possible that this Tord was one of the ones who was unfamiliar with Edd, or at least an older version. Still, he’d keep his guard up until it was proven that he could safely lower it; most Tords were highly dangerous, with Dead as the only exception he could think of.