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Lightningchu

Lilly ♡ she/her ♡ current hyperfixation: Gravity Falls ♡ I make fanart ♡ my wrist hurts (artist stuff) so my art is suffering

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MANGLE!!

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1 year ago

FELLOW UNCLE HENRY AND HIS ‘NEWPHEW’ MICHAEL AFTON ENJOYER OMG🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝

GENUINELY MY FAVORITE FANON IDEA FR

YES YES, I LOVE THEM LOTS!!

🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝

ONE OF MY FAVES TOO

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fnaf lilly yapping lilly yapping abt fnaf

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lightningchu-the-mega-raichu

1 year ago

Twitter loved this so u guys can have it too...

Mikey and Uncle Henry bonding :-)

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HENRY AND MIKE HEMRH AND DMEIEKE fnaf i love them so much

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lightningchu-the-mega-raichu

1 year ago

In my head Henry Emily looks exactly like @chloesimaginationthings design and Charlie looks like young Zendaya

idk why I just feel like Charlie looks like young Zendaya lmao I cannot explain this at all

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LITERALLY SAME WHAT fnaf

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1 year ago

Local 14 Year Old Michael Afton Has Gone Missing. His Father Is Offering A Generous Reward For The Return

Local 14 year old Michael Afton has gone missing. His father is offering a generous reward for the return of his son.

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HOLY SHOOOOT THIS IS SO GOOD I WANT MORE PLEASEEE fnaf

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lightningchu-the-mega-raichu

1 year ago

Where Have You Been? And Where Were You Twenty Years Ago? Ten Years Ago? Where Were You When I Was New,

A Tav, a slight wood elf, climbs onto a bench next to Astarion, who looks at them suspiciously with a glass of wine in his hand. The Tav asks, "So, what's your story?" Astarion looks at them. "Perception Failed" appears in the corner. The lighting is dark. They are sitting in front of a campfire.

Bright, sunny lighting. The panel borders are verdant and leafy. A toddler Astarion manipulates an object while a woman with his hair color, an ashy, pale blonde-brown, cradles his chubby hands. A child Astarion clutches a skinned knee in a courtyard, a ball sitting nearby. A tween Astarion holds a book while another boy leans in and pecks him on the cheek, while Astarion flushes. A teenage Astarion holds his mother's hands while they dance at a party. A cluster of forget-me-nots blows across the page.

A young adult astarion, wearing gossamer, ruffles, and pearl earrings, grins. His eyes are warm brown, his hair curly, bouncy, and that same ash blonde-brown. There are a few pimples on his jaw. The lighting shifts abruptly to dark gloom. A bruised, bloodied Astarion lays on a brick path. His blood soaks into the gaps in the bricks. He stares up at the viewer, clutching at a dark stain on his waistcoat, looking shocked. He pulls his hand off and looks panicked at the blood covering his hand. Someone (most likely Cazador offscreen) says, "Magistrate Ancunín! I could say this is a surprise, but we both know that's not strictly true."

Full page illustration of a snowy graveyard at night. Astarion lurches out of his grave, eyes glowing red, covered in gore, holes ripped into his delicate sleeves. His mouth is gaping and full of needley teeth, his skin corpse-grey and his hair scraggly. His eyes are shaped like a wolf's, and they stare up at the silhouetted leg of an unseen visitor. He gropes at their foot with dirt-caked, clawed hands.

A far more put-together Astarion leans into Cazador as he sits at his throne, whispering in Cazador's ear, looking at the viewer. He presses a hand to his chest. Next panel: Astarion clutches his hands behind his back and draws blood from his palm with one of his nails. Next panel: Astarion turns away from the viewer while putting makeup over a gory, mottled garrote wound. Next panel: Astarion, wrapped in bandages soaked through with blood in the design of his back scars, vomits in a toilet while Aurelia stands nearby holding a towel.

Cazador drags Astarion by the hair into the main foyer, leaving a streak of gore behind. Dalyria watches on, hand pressed to her mouth. The city at night is visible through the doors. Astarion shouts a few times, before screaming Dalyria's name, begging. Next: A simple line drawing of a wooden coffin, the lid covered in fingernail scratches.

Astarion, finally the age he is in-game looks on as Leon prays at his bedside. He studies him, detached. Violet laces up a corset in the background. He studies his nails, wrapped in bandages and spotted with blood, the nails having been ripped out earlier. He says, "Spare the damned your misplaced zealotry, would you?" Leon turns from his prayers and snarls, "Don't give me that. Aurelia told me everything." Cut to Astarion's feral, enraged smile while Leon says, "Just because no one thought your prayers were worth answering--" Leon gets cut off as Astarion choke slams him to the floor. Shouting ensues.

Astarion stands behind a wall in the wreckage of the nautiloid, staring at his hand in heartbroken awe as he watches the sunrise play over his hand. Cut back to the campfire in present day. Astarion leans into the Tav's personal space, grinning lasciviously. The Tav leans away, slightly dismayed. Astarion says, "Aren't you sweet. But there are far more interesting things to learn about yours truly." Insight check successful. The narrator subtitles pop up, saying, "His hand shakes minutely. There is nothing he'd like to talk about less."

where have you been? and where were you twenty years ago? ten years ago? where were you when i was new, when i was one of those innocent young maidens you always come to? how dare you! how dare you come to me now, when i am this!

this shithead makes me so sad. hour 1 i was like "vampire elf dandy with a 'tude?? sign me up expeditiously" and in hour 80 i was wallowing in a puddle of snot and vom. wtf. help

also im totally fudging the rules of vampirism and aging but gimme a break here nothing about d&d is consistent

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aheeeem aheeem screaming crying throwing up bg3

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