I miss when I could make stuff without thinking of vat7k.
Stop lying to us and yourself you lying liar
here a bedtime story ^^;
once upon a time, there was an idiot named Hugo Stupido. Stupido drank soda vodkas and ate a shit ton of dairy, despite being lactose intolerant (and then wondered why he was drunk). He then falls in love with a boy like the faggot he is and lives drunkingly ever after ^^
this is not inspired btw trust
Wow. Maybe I should tell this story to my son tonight to help him sleep. (Or whisper it in his ear while he sleeps to knock some sense into him.)
Love this
More Very Potter redraws as Vat7k
This was the scene:
I have no thoughts other than library depression now. I don't even know how a library can be depressed, but it is.
Counting down the days til Varigo week like it’s a national holiday 🙏
and ignoring the fact that I haven’t finished any of my things for it 😓
Kk just keep in mind it may take years to finish and will emotionally scar you (I'll link my Ao3 account when I post stuff for Varigo week this year anyways (I won't do it now cause I don't have much good stuff there))
Team radical goes to the spire and meets Calliope and it's just a contest to see who can out "uhm actually" the other
Random idea that's been living in my head rent free and I needed to yap about it even a little: Hugo doesn't have wanted posters. Like at all. Donella made sure to get rid of all of them because dealing with her employee/son being wanted in like a million towns and kingdoms and whatever would just be a hassle. Donella did keep at least one of them, maybe Hugo's very first since he started working for her. So if in one of the trials (maybe the iron trial) Varian finds Hugo's wanted poster in Donella's base... I really wanna figure out what would happen
My bookmark is giving princess Nuru
"Send me drawing pro-" I HAVE BEEN SUMMONED
Uhh how bout Rapunzel? OO BRAIN THINGY
Rapunzel in a suit??? Plssss
HEREEEE YOU ARE!!! after literally forever
“Guys disney is gonna make vat7k this time trust me bro-“ its been FIVE YEARS. LET THE MAN DIE.