Session of the Killing Boogeymen
I’m glad through Jonathan Bailey’s performance we are finally getting Fiyero as the bisexual disaster he truly is
'Twas the night before Ides, when all through the blogs
Not a back was stabbing, not even their spouse;
The blades were all sharpened by the kitchen with care,
In hopes that Brutus would soon be there;
The bloggers were all cuddled up in their caves;
While visions of murder danced in their heads;
And Julius in his robe, and I in my cap,
Had just charged our phones for a long spring nap.
I can't be bothered to do more, finish it if you want to idk I know this is bad lol
anyone else think that michael sheen should’ve been glomgold with a scottish accent? idk i just started watching ducktales and its all i can think about.
First thing you see after you zoom in is how you die
How you dying 👀
the ddvau guys trying a period cramps simulation machine
i just watched scott's session 7 and noticed a pattern: every single person forgot about grian.
grian hasn't been caught yet, cleo and scott establish. barely a minute later, scott is leading cleo and bigb by the hands to his secret spot and saying "i think we're the last three." like the name has slipped right out of his hands.
as etho tells the other zombies that no, actually, he doesn't want to kill cleo, it occurs to him suddenly. "actually, i kind of want grian to succeed on this, don't i? he's my teammate," he says, not like he doesn't care for grian, but like he's shocked he even forgot in the first place. (seconds later, he lifts his gaze to the sky, and he sees where grian is hiding. he's the only one who sees. he carries this secret with him as he watches grian run, an apology of sorts; sorry I forgot. I hope this makes it better.)
but it got me thinking: this is what grian does, isn't it? even since 3rd life, where he hid in the shadow of scar, whose face was always, always in the light, as he burrowed under doorways, covered in redstone and days-old blood. no one thinks of him as scar sells them the coffins grian will put them in.
grian has mastered the art of becoming nothing. he's so nothing, in fact, that his presence glances off the skin of even his friends. his name slips away from them. he disappears time and time again, falling through their fingers like sand. there are brief moments: "where's grian?" someone asks, but their blood is boiling and their fingers are itching. the image is a mirage and the sand crumbles at their fingertips. it's gone as soon as it comes; back to cleo, green cleo, uninfected cleo.
a reminder, perhaps from the universe itself. he is nothing but a ghost of a memory, a whisper of a promise. this is by design. the universe is telling him this, as it strings grian up limb by limb: you were only ever meant to watch.
it took me 6 WHOLE MONTHS to finish this project, im so happy its finally done it has taken WAY TOO LONG but i managed to not gave up !!!
reblogs and compliments are SO APPRECIATED!!! this art has drove me to insanity, my poor ego has been shattered. . . so did my hand but my ego
all members and closeup will be in the read more [if you want to use it as pfps/edits please credit me]
i’m cleaning out my notebooks and folders from this year and found these little guys
Wish I could wipe my memory clean so I could read Tommyinnit's clinic for supervillains for the first time again