#madness time

[theuselessronky]

Эй, ты можешь предложить свою идею, поддержи мой блог!

(Лол, не заметил, что забыл раскрасить Диллона... хотя так даже лучше, если честно, напоминает газетный рисунок)

[white-queen-lacus]

[theuselessronky]

Эй, как тебе рамка под ивент, бро?

Восславляй солнце в любом случае, не забывай....ты должен...

[theuselessronky]

Хэй, тебя это тоже касс~ссаетсся, нажми на кнопку читаать!!..

Хмм... а культ анонимных осминожек не так уж и плох... я не вру!...

[theuselessronky]

Объявляю время безумия

Спасибо, что все еще кричите от страха неведомого с нами, ваш Ронк и Диллон!!!

Этот ивент я буду посвящать разным страшным комиксам (которых я еще не придумал), артам, всякой всячине и конечно же обзоры на 3 книги-сборники Лавкрафта.

😱👾

[theuselessronky]

Спасибо, Ктулху-сенпай :3..

[irasciblempresse]

@themadandthebroken

                            Well, that was a mistake.

              The ex-queen nearly groaned as she watched the poor alternate to the god of Time himself scurry off to his room, eyes shut angrily and fist trembling at her side.

              She hadn’t hit him – she wouldn’t dare, not even in her most violent tantrums. But she knew even then she’d gone beyond the point of acceptability, and that she would have to apologize for it.

               The poor thing was so terribly frightened, more fragile than a butterfly and half as insufferable. And she loved him. Truly, in a way she had not felt in years, nor believed herself capable of, she loved him.

                So why was she so bad at it?

                            With a sigh and a faint grumble of “I’ll let him rest,” she returned to her own chambers and rested the night. She didn’t sleep, of course. She rarely did that any longer. But she could lean back, stare at the living ceiling, and feel extremely disappointed in herself. That was becoming an increasingly common pastime for her.

                 In the morning, she picked up a few of her slightly infamous tarts and a pot of tea made with more sugar than she fathomed possible, the way she knew he liked it, and made the trek to his private chambers. As they had once been Stayne’s, his were as far away from her own as possible. This came in handy, as with most reptiles, he needed his own spaces to hide in if he was to feel at all safe.

                Biting down on her lip, she balanced the tray in one hand so she could knock with the other.

                                           “Time, dearest? I’m sorry for what I said… You can come out now, it’s safe…”

[mortifiedandawesome]

phantom of the opera techno version