What The Hell

I showed HRT to my friend today, and when we got to the cyan vs white race he said "this must be what straight sex feels like" because nothing was happening 😭😭😭

if i was a fictional character woukd you guys write fucked up angst fanfic about me yes or no

to all my hardcore gamers out there

(still alive, just had an art block then got sick after huhu)

a single typo literally has the explosive power of a nuclear bomb like i just read back possibly the most beautiful scene ive ever created feeling so proud of myself ready to start thinking about the nobel prize in literature etc. etc. and then suddenly

“It’s oaky,” he whispered.

it’s oaky. what is this. a wine tasting

i am nooooot locked the fuck in. im locked the fuck out. call the locksmith

there is something so crazy and powerful about having art of your oc that was made by anyone other than yourself. like oh my god you actually exist outside of my own brain that's WILD

ill never be normal about these horses im pacing around my room and going insane rn these creatures are taking over every thought i have. im trying so hard not to reblog every hrt post i see im going mad

"spam like = blocked" if you spam like me i am going to cast 1000 protection spells on you so nothing bad happens to you ever

so embarrassing to get obsessed with your own oc but it doesn't fuel you creatively or motivate you at all you just sort of sit there. like yeah I've been thinking a lot about blorbo from my mind. no images of them exist in the world and they have maybe 3 personality traits so far. I would rather die than attempt to write about them. I've spent the last 48 hours rotating them in my brain though