Turns Out If A Character Regularly Introduces Themself With "My Pronouns Are They/them" And Directly

im sure theyll remember to add it next time

Just came across this blog, but would this story be worth of official-time-post-ness?

honey i hate to break it to you but i think you forgot to add the story

what if i picked up my violin again after years of not properly playing for the sole purpose of learning to play ultrakill music. what then

Screaming crying throwing up wondering when my darling husband (my fav character Asriel from the hit indie game Undertale) will return from war (finally appear in Deltarune) because the military (Mr. Toby Fox) promises me that he'll be home but never tells me when (he will likely appear in Ch. 7 but the idea of waiting that long gives me pain), violently force feeding me false hope as I wait in utter despair wondering if he's still alive (his depressed ass is suffering in college)

duuuude no FUCKING way. this is so funny you guys have no idea. theyre never living this shit down oh my GOOOOOD. cant knock em for the sickass dragon woman but DUUUUUDE

THESE GUYS ARE FUCKED UPPP

Once upon a time there was a small desert village with a single well outside town. One day a young woman went to the well to fetch water, and the well heard her crying, and asked “What’s wrong?”

She stopped her sobbing and asked the well “You can talk?”

“Yes,” said the well. “Long ago, the witch who lives in this town gave me life so I could serve as a guardian to the townspeople.”

“Alas,” said the young woman. “I am the daughter of that witch. She lived in peace with the townsfolk for many years. But the new mayor, who is a violent and hateful man, riled the people up against her, and they burned her at the stake. I am young and still do not know very much magic. I tried to curse them, but my curses fizzled. Now I worry I will never avenge my mother’s death.”

“Do not be afraid,” said the well. “I will take care of this.”

The next morning, when the Mayor came to fetch water from the well, he heard an odd noise coming from the bottom. He peered over as far as he could to see what was happening. Then an impossibly long arm shot up from the bottom of the well, grabbed the mayor, and pulled him into the well shaft. There was a horrible crunching sound, and nobody ever saw the Mayor again. The townsfolk apologized to the witch’s daughter, and they all lived happily ever after.

Moral of the story: living well is the best revenge

@ritoprodigy

archers gloves vs digital artist gloves being opposite of one another

That's fair

a little comic based on this post by @existencebringsonlypain

Was gonna ask my mom to rate my fit and she didn't even give me a chance

What it feels like being a self-indulgent artist as a fictive