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(btw check the reblogs because there's an extra bit I couldn't fit in here hehe)
I doodle Jarthurs from my IG question box :333
Thx for everyone for letting me borrow their Jarthurs hehe
In order of appearances:
Childhood can be scary.
A collection of some of my hand-drawn horror looping animations!
Me and my found family are going to hunt you for sport
Welcome to the “whoops! I accidentally started got manipulated into starting the apocalypse!” Club. Members being Jonathan Sims and Mable Pines. They’re both ✨traumatised✨
Bonus comic
Martins imagination probably: Magnus archives EP 174
Anyway, aroace Arthur Lester who is from the 1930s and doesn't know what either of those terms mean but everyone around him keeps assigning them to him.
Happy Pride Month!!
"The most scary part of TMA is the blanket episode- The most scary part of TMA is Jane Prentiss - The most scary part of TMA is the Not! Them creatures -"
Wrong! The most scary part of TMA when you're watching for the first time and realize far too deep in that you really should be have been trying to remember peoples names.
As Elias walks through the halls of his family estate, he catches his reflection in a mirror. Or rather the reflection catches him. It is him... just older, sinister and... wrong. Of course he is high and this is all just a bad trip, right? Right?!
The reason every malevolent episode ends with the sound of static is because this is actually Arthur telling his experiences to Jonathan Sims on the Magnus institute
And, yes, he is doing all the voices himself.
"came back wrong" what about Came Back Afraid. You used to be brave. Too brave maybe, defying the odds at every turn, a fighter, cocky, playing with fire, first to throw yourself at the enemy. Until one day it all caught up to you. You came back, somehow, but now you know all too intimately how it feels to lose, to die, to be destroyed. Now you flinch and freeze and cower at the slightest provocation. Who even are you now if you can't be brave? The grave may have let you go, but the mortal fear still grips you tighter than ever.
Dies irae, dies illa / Solvet saeculum in favilla