I Fully Believe That If One Of The Other Sides Ever Complimented Remus, He Would Just Fall Down Dead

I was expecting tears. What I wasn’t expecting was adrenaline-induced nausea. Thanks lads

Hey so I kinda doubt many people will see this, but does anybody have Sanders sides fic recommendations for just... a lot of familial and platonic cuddling? I feel like projecting my need for affection but I’m too lazy to look for fics myself.

And if you do happen to see this, I want you to know that you are loved and important, and it would make my day if you have a good day, ok? I hope you find it easy to smile today :)

Reblog if you think it’s okay to platonically say “I Love You” to your friends

i have too many AUs and absolutely no coherent way to express them

Reminder since Unus Annus ends in less than 5 days, that Mark and Ethan said people don't have to delete their art or animations of Unus Annus content.

Please make sure Unus Annus artists and animators know this!

listen people are starting to realize tumblr isn’t dead we all need to be as cringe as possible for the next few months, it’s vital to our survival

If I posted a couple shorter drabbles and wip pieces, would people wanna read those?

Genderbent Remus and Roman. I can’t decide if I don’t like how Roman turned out

reblog if your name isn't Amanda.

2,121,566 people are not Amanda and counting!

We’ll find you Amanda.

“Where am I?” asks the newest ego, standing on unsteady legs. He’d dropped into the void only moments ago.

“We’re in the void,” Dark tells him. He smiles, all teeth and malice. “For now.”

“What am I?” the new ego asks. He stretches, the outlines of his physical form still hazy and blurred. His eyes, or rather, what will eventually solidify into his eyes, search the void for any scrap of reason. He’ll learn soon enough that there is none. Not here.

“You’re whatever you want to be,” Anti laughs. He glitches, ever so slightly, and places a hand on the new ego’s shoulder. It’s not comforting. It’s not meant to be.

“We’ll help you figure it out,” Dark says. His voice reverberates and his aura flexes, filling the infinite space of the void with as much ringing static as it can. The offer of help does not come from a place of compassion.

The thing that will eventually begin to look like Ethan shivers, but grins all the same.