LICENSE TO ILL

yo as an fyi this is from tumblr user roachpatrol

added source and all that jazz

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saccharinesylph:

Hate You!
Love You.

Everyone, Hate You, Meenah’s Theme on the new album is really cute. Especially since it’s Feferi’s Theme, Love You, partially in reverse. And their laughs are so cute. Snotty and Bratty and bubbly and cute.

I love seeing how these two mirror and oppose each other.

CUTE CUTE CUTE CUTE CUTE

everking:

“Eridan is not a reliable narrator.”

in response to this and also this. this is probably how it really went.

edit: whoops! forgot his glasses.

ah yes excellent

i am in complete favor of this interpretation

saccharinesylph:

Clover Canon.

Txt it.

I want the world to know that I am the direct cause of this.

leftyaoi:

notzilon asked: 

request: equius benchpressing a big set of weights like a strongman but the weights are just aradiabots sitting on the bar and they look v. unimpressed but he’s trying SO HARD

AH I couldn’t find like a good angle to draw bench pressing from….. so I did this instead GOMEN….

NO THIS IS ADORABLE!! left you have surpassed my expectations look at how bored they are and his distressed little face

kaffblock:

lokine:

feelings about zombie apocalypses 2k12.

It started out quiet. Hardly more than a whisper. As if she could still hear him, somewhere deep inside. “I lovve you, Fef,” Eridan muttered, hefting the aluminum bat in his hands. The handle was slick with blood — Equius’ blood, easily recognizable by color. Eridan wiped his gritty, bloody hands on his equally dirtied black jeans and hefted the bat again. There. Now he had a firm grip on his grim weapon.

He could hear Feferi’s breathing, loud and ragged. Her lungs were probably filling with blood, and no doubt her gills were shredded and sticky with decomposition. Just like her legs. And her eyes. “I alwways lovved you.” Eridan’s normally wavy accent had gained an extra level of wateriness from the saltwater tide due to rise in his vision. He slowly raised the bat. The lethal end of it glinted cherry red. Karkat. It seemed there were still things he had to learn about his friends. Even in their death. But that was okay. It was all okay, because he had his bat. His death scythe. Eridan was the reaper.

The reaper was him.

“Alwways, Fef.” Eridan was sobbing by this time. The time for quiet confession had passed. No one else was around except Feferi, and Feferi was dead. She couldn’t hear him. Eridan swung the bat into the side of the princess’ head, trying to keep his eyes open to the streams washing Karkat’s blood from his cheeks, trying not to focus on the splatters of rosy pink blood, the long, shining hair, the smooth skin he had always longed to touch.

He didn’t stop swinging until Feferi’s corpse was still.

The noise I just made holy fucking SHIT.

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mediarama:

cadaverousculottes:

ok i completely lied im shipping feferidan RIGHT NOW

i guess my big feferidan grudge is the staggering number of people who think its Perfect or Heartwarming or that He Would Have Treated Her Like A Queen etc etc… i mean i can see the appeal in shipping the soulcrushing awkward manipulative codependent trainwreck it would be… but man… eridan is not the prince of Good At Relationship

but if you want to make a fantasy au where he is, thats ok too

eridan is not the prince of Good At Relationship

oh my god

HOW DID I MISS THIS

these are all extremely good words, feferidan is the best trainwreck, i would buy ten tickets to watch it explode in 3D while shoving my mouth full of popcorn