Grabbed Vro And Ran For The Hills 😭😭

WHY…. WHY WHY WHY WOULD YOU

NBC EVENT SPOILERS!!

man i already miss my beautiful dead wife 💔

HUHRUSHAUAHUEAHUAEAA

Hmm...I've never shared my moodboards here have I...

Lemme change that-

DAMN:

(They're the only complete group I have so yeah)

into the jamesiverse methinks

I wanted to compare all the different Jameses so I listened to a bit of "Your Telepath Husband Has To Leave Tomorrow" "Reunited and Hypnotized by Your Childhood Friend" "Your Telepath Boyfriend is Feeling... Good" and then the two Jameses from Something's Right...

I think I may have been wrong about James-not-James/Alt!James being younger. He sounds the same age but less tense/stressed (which makes sense tbh based on the environment)

i just need to let out a scream to the void bcs Bastard vs Zombies got a new episode, and the ending hurts my soul and i need therapy

take this random comic, based from the newest episode

Albus York my poor boi, my time travel shenanigan's fuck your timeline so much, i feel so bad while listening to the audio.

Way to show how time travel makes you less human by showing the consequences through the person who thought so little about him self, I CANNOT AUAGHAAHISASAHS

ECHO MY BELOVED YOU DRWE WHIM SOSOOOO DSUEGUHAUUSEHUHEUEEE

Hello!! This is my first post here so uhhhh I have like no idea what to say but I have a (definitely not late) Halloween drawing I wanted to share!

A spooky Echo for the spooky season!

I have literally no idea how much I'll be posting in the future but I'll try to come back sometime soon loll

i no no like this

as much as i hate thinking about it, gavin will eventually outlive the damn crew.

he will watch them go through hardships and he will watch them pass them. he will watch them change through the years and he will watch them stay the same in some aspects.

when all is said and done, he will watch them die.

and he can’t do anything to delay their deaths. they are human. he will hold freelancers hand on their deathbed, watch them smile weakly as they say they love him one last time.

he will visit their graves; freelancer’s, lasko’s, damien’s and huxley’s. he will sit and talk, sometimes he’ll stay standing and silent.

sometimes he wishes he could’ve stopped them. delayed their deaths for just a little longer. just long enough to feel their touches, their hugs — to hear their comforting words, their laughter, their jokes one more time.

but at the end of the day,

he is immortal. and they aren’t.

nah, i’d win

chat i croed a little

REDACTEDTOBER DAY 02

This involved less thought, but it’s something. the prompt for the other list said video-game so it conveniently matched as well and I’m seriously happy with how this turned out, as weird if a concept at is it, i hope u like it <3

Adam - Atari

Adam was an orphan at a young age, a runaway one at that.

6 years old, and he’s already managed to raise himself.

On one of the nights in search for shelter, he found himself in a seemingly abandoned house.

At least, he thought it was abandoned.

The house belonged to Henry Jessup, former department agent who had been laid off since the rise of the hotshot detective, Colm Greer.

The house was all he had, his own sanctuary of dusty shelves, curtained windows and an Atari 2600 console that adorned his tv that sat in the middle of the living room.

Games was his escape, an escape he’d immersed himself in entirely since being laid off.

That particular night, while enjoying a game competitive game of pong, the sound of tiny feet, caught his attention. He may be out of commission, but that didn’t diminish his sharp senses, and thar sound was sure as he not his raccoon companion, Gerald.

Straightening his back, he grabbed the closest thing in sight as a weapon, which in his case would be a beer opener.

“Who’s there!?” He called out, his voice booming as it echoed the dimly lit room.

—

Adam froze, covering his mouth to avoid any sound from escaping.

He crawled under a table, only to be grasped the collar of his shirt, hovering him over the face of a 60-something aged bearded man.

“Who are you?! How did you get in?!” He roared, keeping him about 3 feet off the ground.

“I-i n-need, r-roof…i-it was..cold..” The young boy stuttered, whimpering in fear as tears welled up in his eyes

The man met the boy’s gaze, seeing the fear in his face. He let out a low growl, easing his grip and setting him down.

“Well, what you did was trespassing.” he spoke, walking back to couch. “Sorry..” Adam mumbled, sniffling as he rubbed at his neck where he’d be gripped

“You hungry?” the old man spoke in a nonchalant tome, holding out a half eaten box of spinach pizza, offering it to the child.

Adam felt heard the gurgle of his stomach, having barely eaten the past 2 days, he was practically drooling. He looked up at the man, seeking confirmation.

“Well, go on” He replied.

Once he got the answer, he quickly picked out a hefty slice, practically shoving the entire pie in his mouth, letting out a content groan having finally eaten again.

“Jesus, slow down, pizza ain’t going nowhere”

Henry spoke, handing him a plate to place his slice on before taking his spot back on the couch

“Grab a seat.” He said, gesturing towards the empty couch across from his.

Adam nodded appreciatively, placing his pizza on the plate before walking over to the couch.

“I—“ He started, only to be cut off with the man’s low grovel.

“There’s a free bed upstairs, I don’t like mischief, and I expect you help around the place.” He said, his eyes never leaving the TV while he played a around of pong

Stopping mid bite, his eyes widened in shock, he was letting him stay? His lips curved into a small smile, nodding at the man’s offer.

Henry let out a confirm him, taking a swig from his mug before turning to face him, “Wanna play?” He asked nonchalantly, reaching out a second controller.

The boy tilted his head curiously, taking the controller in his hands, watching closely as the man explained what each control did.

Then they played. A thing they would find themselves doing often, bonding over the galaxies of Galaga, to the trenches of Pacman and Q*bert. They explored it all.

And as the years went on, now in his vampiric life, A decade since Henry passed, Adam often found himself going back to the slums of the little run down cabin. The calming buzz of the TV and its glow providing a dim light, creating a sense of melancholy as he booted up the same Atari 2600.

one matches another person who did it before me i giggled 🤭

@escapisttt @moonvalley94

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑢𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒: 𝑔𝑜 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡, 𝑠𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑐ℎ "𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒 + 𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑒," 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑖𝑥 𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑠. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑎𝑔 𝑠𝑖𝑥 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒.

thanks @ghosts-and-blue-sweaters and @cbuttonduo for the tag!! <3

wow i’m obsessed with this and i feel it’s fairly accurate!!

tags (no pressure): @thewildballyntynesgrow @bronzetomatoes @cloverstellar @clingyduoapologist @seeking-elsewhither @thoughts-of-caly

what if this was my last straw?

I HAD ANOTHER THOUGHT ABOUT GAVIN RE: INVERSION

cw: character death

What if Freelancer wasn't able to beat the ward closing? What if they weren't able to throw themself back into Gavin's arms before the magic cut them off?

What if the ward had been transparent (assuming it was not because of layers and layers of different people's magic and it seemed no one could see what was happening on either side) and Freelancer had to watch Gavin come apart without getting to hold him one last time?