Hello, Hermitblr!

Hello, hermitblr!

As you know, me and the team have been working on tag 3, correct?

I made a promise saying in two weeks i would open the server to the public, and so here we are. It's been two weeks!

...Almost.

Count the hours, count the minutes, because the Tag 3 server is opening tomorrow at 12pm EST!

Its a good time to ready your sketchbooks, pencils, styluses, and everything in between, because if it's already been two weeks, that means the start of Tag 3 is just around the corner!

Tag 3 will be discord-based, but you can enter the game without joining the server, but things may be confusing.

How do you enter? Well, simply by joining the discord server! But if you don't want to join the server, simply like/reblog this post and you're in.

Let's get this bread,

-Tag 3 team

Super fast think mode has been engaged and thus a bunch of ideas are now suddenly here. One of which was a design for my sona Silas for the ever lovely @martuzzio​‘s space outlaw au!  Along with a concept that I originally thought of them being a merchant of sorts selling salvaged materials from wreckage and other materials they can obtain. Their suit being repainted from various parts they’ve found during their travels. 

One is human the other is not. Basically hold hands and gently hold animal paws

Spectrum of things we should hold onto according to Ren

IF ANYONE KNOWS WHAT THE FUCK IS BETWEEN PAWS AND THUMBS ON THIS SPECTRUM PLEASE CALL ME ON 1800 798 - aw dang character limit

~ Bon recieves a suitcase full of baked beans. without the cans ~

Wooden hand. Crystal orb. Faded cloak. Flowered bones. Four friends. One holder. Golden Coin. Shines unnaturally. Cryptic friend is cryptic without being cryptic heehoo-

The holder was often mesmerized upon hearing the tales the friends had to say but. They... Yearned for that friendship. That bond that’d last years of separation. Yet it never came. As they traveled they made... Friends who turned and betrayed. They knew fate was not kind. It was not to the ancestors before them. All they hoped for was the universe to be kind. The universe to be sweat. Give them a chance at friendship. “Hey! You! Fae looking, person! The person in my sword said you had their friends! GIVE THEM BACK OR I’LL-” The voice rang from behind the ghastly party of five... Only to see a figure very strange. A streak of crimson flowing from their face... An odd one. But an heir nonetheless... They were strange themselves... So they didn’t care for the oddity of the other. + Hi void. Also go read Glittering Gold people who haven’t yet it’s good and involves sonas :D

The harp echoes through the mansion in the woods hauntingly as sobs ring from the attic. Wrongly accused insanity leads to broken souls in the end. The cockroach on the wall never moves, but you know it always watches. Feet.

Sir this is a fucking Starbucks