Thinking about [insert fandom]

The left path was the obvious choice.

The shadows cut deeper. The ink stuff was weird to the touch. The knight continued walking in pitch black, keeping one hand on the wall. It was hard to breathe. He wasn’t scared. Not at all.

The golden gates stood tall and alone. He slipped into the opening and looked at the Inside. The Inside looked back. D3rlord3 felt like he was in a dream: the kind of dream where your parts don’t listen to your brain; where you are deathly slowed, as if submerged in water. The eyes and limbs of the Inside crawled closer, waiting for an invitation. Time stopped its run to watch.

It knew it. God, it knew it all. The answers were laid right in front of the knight, like cards on the table. He just had to flip them.

He felt raw, violent, naked. Fear and excitement clogged his ears. Doubt blocked his throat.

He was curious. The Inside was curious too. So he gave in.

wassup sfwtde fandom

Happy pride to closeted folk who live in unsafe environment.

Happy pride to those who love.

Happy pride to those who found a way to express themselves or is still in search.

Happy pride to the aroace fellas out there.

Happy pride to those who are happy and proud.

Happy pride to those who are scared and lonely.

Happy pride to transilvanian people.

Letter D: Drift, master of the sword!

Letter C: Cyclonus!

Letter B: Blaster (IDW publishing)

Letter A: Airachnid from Transformers: One!

Don't mind the spider legs. They live the life of their own.