Hate Hate HATE How Sometimes Theres Just A Guy There, Just In The Corner Of My Vision. UR NOT EVEN REAL

Added the promised second part y’all!

quick thingyy so the colors arent too crazy in this one mb gang

Jayce being annoying in any uni

cage of the soul

going insane over a pretty blond i need to be shot i need to be cauterize just one chance maam please i could treat you better than any boy youve ever met i promise im on my knees

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The pope’s pet cardinal

Thinking about the events of S2E7 from Silco's perspective is so fucking funny. Like picture me this:

You're the ambassador to Zaun on the council, Heimerdinger is also on the counsel. He's a stupid old man who has ignored the existence of the undercity for all 300+ years he's been in politics. You Do Not Like Him.

All of a sudden, seemingly out of nowhere, he takes GREAT interest in Zaun and starts going down there to neglect his counselman duties to play the banjo and hang out with all the scientifically-inclined kids, which unfortunately also means your kids. Now the old man is at your husband's bar every day talking about science with your daughter. There is no escape.

Anyway your life is going pretty well and then three years later, you hear that your daughter's boyfriend is participating in a contest with an invention she (and fucking Heimerdinger??) helped him with. You think cool, all of my kids are in some way involved with this silly science contest, I'll get drunk and go to the before-party to say hi to Ekko.

Ekko immediately looks at you with pure disgust and reminds you of the most traumatic thing that ever happened to you unprompted. What the fuck. Anyways.

Then you're schmoozing around the bar and you hear a fucking bomb go off near your daughter's little clubhouse and see her stumble out with her barely-conscious boyfriend who has no memories of the past two months, and when you ask what happened she just goes "Heimerdinger died"

WHAT

I hate I when I get an idea for a novel. Like oh no here starts the slow sad slip n’ slide to dissapointment again.