#we feasting

[slaaverin]

So much happened I am overwhelmed lololol

JIKOOK 😭

[icestardragonhc]

200 cm btw

THE FIRST TIME WE HAVE AN ACTUAL REF FOR THIS OUTFIT FROM ALL SIDES OMG WTF

[coffinwoodx]

i found not one not two but THREE whole little disco elysium fangames we eating good tonight lads

they’re like a choose your own adventure here are the links if anyone else wants to play <3

Requiem for the Apostle

Re-Hearsed

Sweeter Kind of Fire (18+)

(they’re all entirely text-based btw! very well written, evidently made with a lot of love)

[thursbby]

I’m so overwhelmed by all the new JAW and Ayo content

[nightcrawlerzincorporated]

SO YOURE TELLING ME DENNIS HAS MEN CALL HIM MOMMY IN BED

[tboyswag2420]

ok ham in bed cuz it's 1:24 am rn and opening this package is way too loud

[rb19]

[lilacrespite]

status : closed / ( @trismp4 ) location : the boogeyman premiere

it  was  less  of  a  ghost  from  her  past  and  more  of  the  walking  dead.  luna  believed  that  ghosts  were  benevolent  spirits,  even  in  their  most  vicious  states,  they  believed  the  spirits  never  wanted  to  do  harm;  they  were  just  scared,  unsure  of  where  they  were  and  how  to  back  from  which  they  came.  they  needed  a  guiding  hand.  the  undead,  however,  only  had  their  cruelty.  they  were  cruel,  unforgiving,  and  indiscriminate  in  choosing  the  people  they  inflicted  nonsensical  harm  to.  acting  only  in  the  act  of  self  preservation,  they  didn't  care  whose  trust  they  shattered  or  heart  they  broke  if  it  meant  they  could  get  what  the  wanted  at  the  end  of  a  senseless  act.  that  was  tristan.  callous  and  selfish,  and  walking  amongst  the  living  instead  of  buried  in  the  hold  she  thought  they'd  left  him  in. luna  knew  this  was  her  mother's  doing  and  that  only  infuriated  them  more.  after  the  fallout,  luna  gave  their  parents  the  courtesy  of  not  having  to  mourn  him  the  way  she  did.  they  shrugged  them  off  with  promises  of  tristan  just  being  busy  or  their  schedules  not  aligning.  it  was  a  hard  sell,  they  always  made  the  time  to  sit  in  the  herrera  living  room  exchanging  guitar  strings  and  fighting  over  lyrics,  but  luna  never  told  them  the  truth  no  matter  how  hard  they  pushed:  tristan  had  a  choice  and  he  didn't  choose  them.  luna  didn't  understand  why  they  had  to  live  with  it,  and  he  didn't. without  saying  a  word,  they  gripped  the  skin  of  his  arm  through  his  button  down  and  pinched.  the  pressure  added  growing  harder  and  harder  the  further  away  from  the  crowd  she  drew  them  before  they  flung  him  in  front  of  them;  a  bitter  laugh  dancing  on  her  lips.  ❝  what  the  hell  are  you  doing  here  ?  ❞  luna  asked,  her  arms  crossing  over  their  chest  as  they  stared  him  down.  ❝  when  i  said  you  were  dead  to  me  i  meant  it  figuratively,  but  i  have  no  problem  making  that  literally  if  you  keep  fucking  with  me  like  this.  what  part  of  stay  away  is  so  hard  for  you  to  understand  ?  ❞