Look, if I introduced a WIP on here excitedly and then promptly never mentioned it again, it doesn’t mean I’m not working on it, it means I’m slowly rotating it in my mind like a rotisserie chicken and then went out to the grocery store to buy several other rotisserie chickens while I wait for it to cook and then slowly started rotating those rotisserie chickens and repeat
fantasy characters: “Geez”
me: who the fuck spread Christianity there
You’re a powerful dragon that lived next to a small kingdom. For centuries you ignored humanity and lived alone in a cave, and the humans also avoided you. As the kingdom fell to invaders, a dying soldier approaches you with the infant princess, begging you to take care of her.
what a shame doctors don’t prescribe vacation to secluded seaside towns like they used to
The raging urge to be a villain’s favorite person.
idea in my head: complete visual scene in my head with high emotions and its intense as shit and has dramatic lighting to fit the mood idea when I write it:
want to be clear that if i ever talk about a headcanon and then later discuss a headcanon that is directly contradictory to the first one, that’s because headcanons exist in a quantum state where they are all simultaneously true and not true up until the point where i discuss it in detail, in which case that is the one that is true in that instance. schroedinger’s headcanons
hey, dont cry. backstreets back, alright?
they’re a side character that’s been onscreen for 5 minutes to YOU. I’ve known them for hundreds of years