She/her, LARP doer, Warhammer and Gundam fan, that one reveal with Zane from Ninjago changed the trajectory of my life,Certified Scribblehub Eggfic Protagonist.
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Latest Posts by almsworth-worm - Page 7
they got rid of the classical elements & replaced it with something called the 'four harmonious insects' so now instead of fire, water, etc we have moth, spider, leech and worm.
Silly phone, you're not detecting an analog audio accessory, you're detecting soup, from the bowl of soup I dropped you in.
people are always like "Oh a vampire wouldn't get horny while drinking someone's blood, that's like getting horny while eating a sandwich" and like man have you never had a really good fucking sandwich?
i am now accepting applications for "treacherous stooge"
if i was a fictional character woukd you guys write fucked up angst fanfic about me yes or no
why is the face for a masquerade breach the same as
babygirl you look like an absolute angel tonight (there is a streetlight behind you and i have astigmatism)
is there such a thing as "should have been shipwrecked after seventeen months on the high seas" dysphoria
haven't done my work but i did draw myself not doing my work. and the specter. not sure how this helps
PUPPIEST FACT 008: Puppies used to live in Heaven until God passed Divine Judgement on Puppies for their Cruelty.
Don't worry everybody I promise to be normal tonight.
One drink in: Who would like to swear fealty to my cause
If you are a vampire NEVER feed from someone named Richard. 400 fucking years and everyone still calls me Dick Sucker
Ripley's don't believe it
Princesses do not get "Sad", we are overtaken by wistful melancholy, which further weakens our frail forms and compliments our gentle temperament. Now, do your little dance again, and do it properly this time.
I love taking lil naps, but I always wake up feelin like I'm missing somethin (ㅠ﹏ㅠ)
listen. clutching your stupid head to my chest and stroking you. you're not a bad dog. idc what they told you, they were wrong. you're a good, sweet, brave little puppy and you've experienced things that nobody should ever go through. i'm so proud of you for making it this far and still having a heart overflowing with this much kindness. i love you so much.
Objective (i.e. highly subjective) best part of going to the club is getting to roll whatever absurd random encounter table fate cooked up for it.
'Butch who dances with you thrice and leaves with a kiss upon the hand' encounter happens within a solid three minutes of the 'sudden pull up contest' and 'impressively coherent singalong' and I would have it no other way.
As Maria’s fangs descend towards her throat, everything seems to slow.
She had known about what was meant to occur before you died. Things were meant to slow like this, were they not? Her life was meant to flash before her eyes, and then she would go wherever there was after death.
The fangs sink into her, and her throat is fully pulled from her neck.
Her head goes limp, turning sideways onto the table.
In the corner of her vision, she sees a silhouette.
It looks rather like herself, if her form were that of a blank and formless hole in the fabric of existence. It walks forwards on nonexistent legs, inducing movement in the folds of a nonexistent dress. It looks at her with eyes that do not exist. It opens an impossible mouth.
‘AGAIN.’
She lies on the table.
As Maria’s fangs descend towards her throat, everything seems to slow.
She had done this before, she knows.
The fangs sink into her.
‘AGAIN.’
She lies on the table.
As Maria’s fangs descend towards her throat, everything seems to slow.
She had done this before, she knows.
The fangs sink into her.
‘AGAIN.’
She lies on the table.
As Maria’s fangs descend towards her throat, everything seems to stop.
Maria is frozen, jaws open and unresponsive.
Her employer too is frozen.
The ‘furniture’ is unmoving.
‘NOW.’
Everything seems to speed up.
The furniture rots and decays. The table upon which she lies breaks and gives way. Dust collects on every part of the room. Maria and her employer go hollow and desiccated, gaunt skin stretching over bone, before they disintegrate and join the debris on the floor.
Everything seems to return to normal.
She somehow intuits that she has been in that room for several months.
She picks herself off of the floor and returns upstairs. The house is in such a state, but whatever this is will surely help her to maintain it.
And when that is done she can reach out, and try to find out more about this world she was utterly oblivious to.
She sees the silhouette again.
She nods her head at it, and before it winks out of her vision and returns to within her, she swears she sees it curtsy in response.
hey guys have you ever heard of THE CHARACTER. i’m thinking about THE CHARACTER. honestly can’t even get shit done because i’m thinking about THE CHARACTER. i’m listening to a song and imagining THE CHARACTER. all i know and love is THE CHARACTER
I love it when dogs try to help but the task at hand requires zero dogs so they just kinda stand in front of you and look serious.
*talking loudly on the phone next to you on the bus* what do you MEAN my homunculus is transitioning
sure im not driving ill unrepress another gender memory
*to ethics board* well im sorry you feel that way (lie detector attached to me starts blaring) but i thought my experiments were benefitting humanity (lie detector has started incorporating subtle amen breaks)
Diversity win! This mass of teeth and blood pretending to be human is a woman!
in times like these at least i have the character
Injecting pure estrogen into my bloodstream so I forcefeminize my vampire friend