#HAHAHAAA

[pianokantzart]

One little change in the Japanese dub compared to the English version is right after Kamek tells the prisoners that they're going to be sacrificed...

Luigi doesn't say "Mario." He says "Kowai yo, Niisan" which I believe translates to "I'm scared, Big Brother."

Which means he speaks out loud as if he's talking to his brother as a method of calming himself down.

I am very normal about this.

[chaosduckies]

IM FINALLY FREE HAHAAAA.

Schools finally over so now I can settle down peacefully and give you guys more of the chaotic little things I’ll end up writing :D

[twordish-ler]

You might be in a mood

But I’m in the type of mood where I need to sit on someone’s hips and glide my nails up and down a ticklish tum. The lightest touch to induce squeals and the sweet melody of giggles that you know you can’t stop. Is it because you’re way too ticklish? We both know it is.

I think it’s a ler mood…

[millenniumdueled]

whoa, i hit my steps goal today o:

[eviltreeb]

forogt to post hatsune miku :(

[acoraxia]

THE CHICKENS ARE CANNON

*looks at my recent posts*

Yessir yes they are

[jamessunderlandgf]

You were real life wet and pathetic James Sundy just a couple weeks ago so - Bestie Ness

i was, wasn’t i

[xzho-writes]

iron. the stench fills the air and suffocates those within its metallic grasp.

rain. it pours from the heavens and clings to your waterlogged form, weighing you down like the anchor of a ship.

cold is what it is- the chill seeps deep within your bones and causes your body to quiver. to tremble.

shrill cries of agony disorientate your focus- they ring in your ears. ring in your head.

but there’s warmth. you find it in the person glued against your back as they ardently protect your blind spot.

“i’m sorry,” they utter. it’s barely above a whisper, but the wind carries their words to your ears anyway.

you stifle the sob welling up your throat.

“you have nothing to apologise for.”

slowly, so as not to worsen the ache in your arms, you lower your weapon and grab weakly at where you think their hand is.

you find it, and they interlock your fingers immediately. they’re warm.

it’s getting all too hard to maintain your composure, now.

“this is it, right? the end?”

the only reply they could give was the squeeze of their hand against yours. your attention is drawn to the way their thumb draws small, gentle circles along the back of your fingers- a calming motion.

they’re trying to comfort you, you realise.

a tear slips, and so does the rest of your hope of winning this godforsaken war.

you don’t know how long you’ve spent fighting, spent protecting what little was left of your beloved city. it’s crumbling helplessly at your feet.

noticing your spiralling thoughts, the simple tug of your arm has you spinning so that you’re faced with the person you’ve sworn your life to. you don’t have the heart to look them in the face, and so you make do with burying your own against their chest.

“i’m scared.”

you’re crying audibly now, sniffling away and drawing yourself impossibly closer to their body. comforting arms wrap themselves around your waist, and soon enough you find the pair of you swaying to the ominous melody of the wind.

“i know. i am, too.”

perhaps this would’ve been a tender moment between two innocent lovers had it not been for the dire circumstances you were in.

the war continues to rage around the both of you, but you find that you could only focus on the person cradling you in their arms. on the tender, apologetic kiss they place on your forehead.

“i’m sorry,” they repeat. you don’t miss the slight waver to it. “this wasn’t how it was supposed to go.”

you’d love to placate them with your own soothing cooes of “it’s okay” or “there’s nothing else you could have done”, but only weak rasps leave your throat no matter how hard you will yourself to voice anything but.

instead, you squeeze onto them tighter before tilting your head up to place a kiss to their jaw, and then another to their neck just below their adam’s apple.

you shake your head slowly.

they know what you mean.

another shriek fills the air, then another, and another. your attention is suddenly drawn back to the present- to your beloved allies being overrun by the creatures of the abyss, fending them off as best as they can but to no avail.

succumbing to their wounds, they drop like flies.

a familiar hand guides your head back to their chest as they begin to rock you back and forth once more, effectively shielding you from the horrors of reality.

“i’m sorry.” it’s your turn apologising now. you know you shouldn’t.

“you have nothing to apologise for,” they mimic your previous words.

there’s no one else but you and your lover in this shared bubble the two of you created- a false haven in the hopes of escaping the bitter reality.

“you’ll find me again, won’t you?”

leaning their forehead against yours they promise, “always.”

the wind picks up once more, and you sway.

[grogs-den]

what if I quit my job

[demi-kitty]

Could someone please just open console commands and enter motherlode for me pls, thanks

[chaosduckies]

Mermay???….. GUYS WHAT THE HECK HOW AM I BARELY HEARING ABOUT THIS NOW??!!! HAVE I BEEN LIVING UNDER A ROCK????? AGHHHHHHHH

[twordish-ler]

I keep thinking silly tickle thoughts and they won’t go away

[millenniumdueled]

never have i everrrrrr fantasized about my friends

.............oh

i guess we missed two of these. umm

[aperture-asks]

It’s either Space or Atlas (considering I’ve only seen him use male pronouns)

Going to say it’s Atlas but if I’m wrong at least I’ll still get the answer

"...So I will say that. They. do not share an optic color with me. That's all I will say. Take this information and RUN LIKE THE WIND with it."

[secretsanss]

aand this one too

xD by me