I Feel Like I Have Some Of The Most Random Headcanons. But I Am Lowkey Obsessed With The Fact That John

Markus Seeing New Deviants at Jericho

Markus: How did they get in? I didn’t hear a splash? How are their clothes dry? 

North: They obviously just went in the back entrance

Markus *Remembering his several hundred foot headfirst plunge into a pool of rust water* 

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This “hanging out” you mentioned is intriguing. Have my people call your people

Brightheart has a reminder for you

just so you know, you have some followers who enjoy/write fanfiction. not saying their urls rn bc i don’t wanna air out dirty laundry in public but if you want them so you can block and report, just say the word and i’ll dm you a list

You all know it’s true-

when you’re reading a fic in ao3 and get to the end but is incomplete and the author had marked it as completed

No actually, you are so real for making Narinder cave into mortality. I do this too!! I always go off based on the official art I’ve seen of him even if it’s not technically canon, because even if he is really angry after being usurped, maybe he realizes he is technically free.

He really has a choice as to who he gets to be now. He COULD take the crown back, but he gets hit with the bliss of peace in the cult one day (while he’s, idk sitting under a tree, or gets wrapped up in daily life) and he goes, “Wait, this is actually kind of nice” - and BAM character development.

Sorry for the long ask, but I saw the tags under your recent comic and it just reminded me of how I interpret him. Also wanted to drop by and say that your artstyle is so fun, your linework is always so pleasing to look at 🙌🏼

shakes your hand for 30 straight seconds

you can't tell me I'm wrong

yellowfang, i wish you were here. my sister is dying.

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ID: digital painting of Cinderpelt and Brightpaw from Warriors. They are two cats curled around each other. Brightpaw, a ginger-and-white cat, is badly injured with cobwebs as bandages around her face and other injuries. She is unconscious and lying on her side in a moss nest. Cinderpelt, a gray cat, is curled around her with her tail over Brightpaw's back, looking at her with concern. They are in a shaded den surrounded by autumnal ferns, with a pool of water in the corner, and a strip of bright sunlight illuminating their faces. end ID.