"You should not have come here, stranger. Why do you stand before me?" "I was looking for some marbles, and got a little lost..." "You entered the domain of the Scarlet King while looking for marbles?" "Not just any marbles; mymarbles."
A short (rather LOLfoundation) comic in which an infamous, rather malicious extradimensional entity has a run-in with Isabel Wondertainment. - Requested by scpscarletking
[image description: a black and white drawing of a my chemical romance show. It depicts a crowd of people, which are only seen as hands from the wrist up. They are holding lighters and phones with their flashlights on. White text at the top reads: “oh, how wrong we were to think immortality meant never dying”. End description.]
Some years ago I did a fanart of Arthur Morgan and his son Isaac, and I decided it would be time to make a redraw since to the date is one of my most popular fanarts.
The face two very sane and also coincidentally heterosexual men make when Gogol puts them in a death game to be the first to escape Meursault, while having injected a poison that’ll kill them in like 30 mins!!
Okay. So I know this is like two whole months after Christmas sjzbxj but @ladykyriaa I was your secret santa and I made a very very VERY late secret Santa for you Hope you like it<3
I recently started working in hospitality, and I’ll tell you guys right now, the trope of “there was only one bed” is not as rare as you’d think in real life. A few times a week, at least, I have guys come in who are working together on projects in town or passing through who have to literally book the last room I have available for the night and lo and behold — there is only one bed, and guess what, they give each other a side-eyed look and begrudgingly take it. So write it up, it happens all the time!!!
Never let your There Was Only One Bed dreams die. I was secretly in love with my best friend for over a year when she graduated and moved to Oklahoma (like 1000 miles away) for grad school. Between that travel restrictions, we were so scared we’d never see eachother again.
At the end of summer, when Covid numbers were at a lower point, I took the risk to visit her in her new apartment and I quickly realized that, unlike when I’d spent the night at her house before, the couch wasn’t made up like a bed. She explained that since her new couch was so fancy and pink, I couldn’t possibly sleep on it, and so I needed to sleep in the bed with her. You know, out of necessity. I woke up with her snuggled around me in the middle of the night.
We’re dating now, and I genuinely think I’m going to marry her. Just the other day, though, I mentioned that if she hadn’t been weird about her fancy couch, I probably never would have like confessed my feelings. AND THEN she stood up, took the cushions off the fancy couch, UNFOLDED IT INTO A HIDE-A-BED, and said “I KNOW.”
THIS GIRL. ORCHESTRATED. BED SCARCITY. JUST SO SHE COULD MAKE THE “ONLY ONE BED” EXCUSE. Y’all when I said I just about lost my goddamn mind, I just about lost my goddamn mind. I love this sneaky bitch so much and the moral of this story is BE THE ONE BED YOU WANT TO SEE IN THE WORLD.
Fanfic imitates life, and life imitates fanfic. It’s full circle really.
In which King Duncan’s leopard insignia combines with Morgarath’s lightning insignia for extra heartbreak. When you realize that they likely grew up around each other and trained together, it begins to hurt even more. Perhaps Duncan saw Morgarath as an older brother, someone to look up to. Ow, friends.
