So this was a thing that happened and every time I look at that first photo I start sobbing grossly. Archie found the sign in Barnes and Noble and I just about died because it was perfect.
Then he pulled out the prankster’s gambit….
Thanks so much for taking the photos Lauren! ;v;
Myself as John Egbert
heroicbrawn as DadOh my god, you guys are perfect, aslkfjsaf.
OH MY GOD THIS IS TOO CUTE D: D: <3333 ;U;
Relevant because.
I just stumbled upon this awesome picture from last year’s A-kon!
Featuring:
Dirktier as sober!Gamzee (on the right)
Generalivan as 500sstuck Equius
Me as another Gamzee! (in the back holding dirktier’s clubs)omg memories………………
> You click and natter at him a moment before taking the sandwich. Food was food, and whatever this stuff was, it was really good. You wished these things were more readily available than regular prey.
> When you finish you cock your head and whistle, wondering what he’d do now. You didn’t want to eat him anymore, because hell, he gave you stuff! He was useful.
Well, he seemed less hostile now. You smiled a bit at this thought and reached into your bag for your notebook and pen. You took the two out cautiously, flipping the notebook to a new page and beginning to sketch out the larger troll.
“I don’t suppose you can understand me, can you?”
It was worth a shot, you supposed.
(Source: pipesandbarbasol)
> Stare down at his foot
> ??????
> Was that the sweet-smelling stuff? You crawl off your perch and sit back on your tail much like a kangaroo would, not all that impressed with his little offering. Still, you pick it up and nibble at the pastry.
You watched as the large troll nibbled at pie, calming yourself down enough to stand up straighter. You wait till he is finished before offering over the sandwich, which you had unwrapped from the plastic wrap. Welp, there goes your lunch but hey. It was either go hungry for a little while or… Well, you don’t even know. Probably dead.
(Source: pipesandbarbasol)
> Leeeeeaaaan close enough to the human that you can smell nothing BUT his fear.
> RAWR MOTHERFUCKER.
> Okay really you’re mostly asking for food at this point and there was sweet-smelling stuff like that cake the disembodied voices gave you.
> But his fear is overpowering that smell now and you can’t find it.
Alright, whatever you do don’t yell. After his roaring you tried nudging the pie that had fallen with your foot towards him, slowly calming down. This isn’t so bad. Just stand still and give him the peace offering.
(Source: pipesandbarbasol)
> You hear rustling somewhere from behind the ‘shroom and NINJA LEAP on top of the remains, staring him down.
> WELL HE WAS FUCKED.
> You stare him down triumphantly an— Oh hey what’s that smell? Now you’re curious. All sense of the chase lost you crouch down and sniff curiously at the bag. Whaaaaat is it?
OH JEEZUS. You fumble the remains of your lunch, almost dropping it to the ground below. You manage to save the sandwich, but the pie wasn’t so lucky and plummeted to the swampy ground below you. Welp… Hope he doesn’t mind. You look up from the pie to the troll, wide eyed.
Only thought that went through your head was simply, “Don’t murder me”.
(Source: pipesandbarbasol)
> Oh damn he ran into a mushroom patch. Now you gotta pick out his scent above the pungent odor of MUSHROOMS.
> You check the general path you THINK he’s gone to, picking up his scent more easily as you get closer. Yes good.
> ….
> Casually.
> Nom on the mushroom he’s hiding behind.
Nope nope nope. You stand perfectly still. Maybe he won’t notice you if you stand perfectly still. Oh who the hell are you kidding. He’s going to find you. You work your way into your bag. Muffin, muffin. No, no muffin.
You continue to rummage through your bag for /something/ the large troll might like. All you get, though, is berries and… Your lunch. A sandwich and a half-eaten piece of pie.
(Source: pipesandbarbasol)
Don’t know how but I managed to pull it apart.
