Telemaine stop bullying him
Telemaine stop bullying him
I love how Brennan was like, this campaign your enemy is Nothingness. You're going to have to face the very concept of loneliness. You're going to go up against the feeling of being forgotten, of losing your past, your identity, your entire future. You are going to have to fight against the looming, yawning, all-consuming void. And also Amazon.
Fabian Aramais Loumanelda Ceíli Seacaster in Johnny Depp’s iconic Nightmare on Elm Street crop top outfit!!! I think this whole fit fits his aesthetic so well :3c
[image description: two illustrations of Fabian in what looks to be a dorm room. Fabian is a lean, muscular half-elf teenager with brown skin and straight, short white hair that’s shaved on the sides. He has a scar down one eye. In both drawings, he’s wearing a cropped white sweatshirt with a blue 10 on the front and red and blue stripes on the shoulders, and blue sweatpants. In the left drawing, Fabian is standing, leaning against a desk as he talks on a cord phone, smiling. On the desk is a couple trophies, a lamp, a record player with headphones plugged in, and a football. On the wall behind Fabian is a drawing of a frog, a couple of poloroids of friends, and a simplified silhouette of a van in front of a setting sun. In the right drawing, Fabian is lounging on an unmade bed, looking off to one side and smiling with headphones around his neck.]
just so you know, i’ve never done this as myself before
[image is an illustration of fig, a tiefling girl with rosy skin and a long dark braid, surging forward to nervously plant a kiss on ayda, a young woman with dark skin, glowing fiery tattoos on her arms, a mohawk of roiling fire, and flaming wings on her back. ayda looks flustered but obliging, her hands hovering nervously. they are standing in a shadowy wood, and ayda’s hair and wings stand out against the dark as the primary light source.]
just so you know, i’ve never done this as myself before
[image is an illustration of fig, a tiefling girl with rosy skin and a long dark braid, surging forward to nervously plant a kiss on ayda, a young woman with dark skin, glowing fiery tattoos on her arms, a mohawk of roiling fire, and flaming wings on her back. ayda looks flustered but obliging, her hands hovering nervously. they are standing in a shadowy wood, and ayda’s hair and wings stand out against the dark as the primary light source.]