#mcr#frank iero#gerard way#mikey way#long live the black parade
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oh god he's being a fucking hydra again
nobody cut off any of his heads
he'll just grow two more
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BTW, in case anyone was curious on any Tomodachi developments, the Scraptrap and Ballora Miis had a kid a while ago. His name is Fun-Bun. He’s a fun-loving, yet reserved bunny who looks like his dad during his Spring-Bonnie years.
…He also might be haunted by the ghost of Michael Afton in my “story” for this island, but he definitely isn’t aware of that. And I wasn’t aware of that implication until I started giving him clothes I thought Michael would wear. All of his reactions checked out.
So I’m going to be processing tonight while doing more normal posts.
writing fic for this show’s got me googling stupid shit like are there crickets in canada
Minor mistake without consequence? Wrong. Time to expierence physical pain.
"oh wow jinsik pc photos gonna be so easy" I say forgetting RatDay is next—
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setting up a custom keyboard should not be as difficult as it is
me:
man, this creator is so cool and I really like their art! I wonder how they feel about it having made something so amazing for us to engage with!
what they post:
Everything I make falls short of my true vision; it is a cheap imitation of what some of us may call ‘art’.
My hands are cursed and the stains they leave on the daily abhorrences I create are scars that no amount of soul, sweat, blood or tears can heal.
I’ve whittled myself to less than bone for this tasteless sludge dressed in what is left of my humanity.
Before forming anything of true worth, I’ll have joined oblivion never having perfected my craft.
Hope you guys like it though!!! :3 xoxo 💕
me:
oh ok.
Oh Asriel Dreemurr, there will never be a tragic character like you again
