"I’ve never asked for money on the internet", prostitute confirmed.
Here we observe one of many incels in my inbox. They are particularly active this time of year. These feeble creatures attack not for food, but for sex. Unfortunately for the incel, not even a prostitute would touch him with a 90 foot pole.
Whumpee is a small homunculus sculpted from wax. When the sun sets, the creator ignites its body and spirit to illumine their workplace. It can walk to every spot it is commanded to, silent and dutifully giving its life force for them, as wax drips down its body.
Throughout its short life, the homunculus is always careful not to mark any scattered manuscripts on the table with its spilled self.
At the end of the night, the creator will blow out their flame of life as swift as they gave it and mold its successor anew out of cold remains and fresh wax. A part of it is forced to live on forever, yet that's all it is good for: fulfilling an unending purpose.
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Art ↓
So yesterday I used a gif with my prompt that I got from a public source, but thanks to a comment I was told it was actually stolen from the artist kirokaze. If you liked the gif, check them out! Guess l´ll use less gifs in the future.
To make amends, you have to put up with my own sketches for now. Here is the little wax dude from above:
hello upper middle class northern usamerican tumblr user. i want to play a game. you will notice that you are in a super america convenience store in rural kentucky - you have three minutes to purchase a snack and drink of your choice and make normal small talk with the cashier. however, if you use the word "cryptid" or generally make reference to appalachia and its inhabitants as "wild", uncivilized, or lacking restraint around alcoholic beverages during your time here, i will personally tie you to the chassis of a four wheeler and tip it into the river. live or die. make your choice
2. a compelling argument for why your fave would never top or bottom
so now that i've published ch8 of my longass wolfwood fic, I feel safe to say that i see wolfwood (and I've definitely written him) as sex-repulsed. It's part trauma part his own orientation, but with all of the shit he's been through I really can't see him as being too enthusiastic about sex. Maybe if you gave him several years knowing Chapel was dead and he didn't have to fight anymore and he felt really safe with his partner(s). Maybe.
8. common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about
ooh tying into the first one: wolfwood was taken from an isolated orphanage at a young age then raised in a catholic assassin cult. he is not a sex god!!! even if he does have sex he doesn't have a lot of experience!!!! it was a funny joke maybe a few months ago but people are honestly just (I get dragged off the stage before I can go on another long rant about the racism inherent in a lot of fanon wolfwood)
18. it's absolutely criminal that the fandom has been sleeping on...
Yknow what? Rem. We need to talk more about Rem and her backstory, and the implications it has for the entire SEEDS project, which honestly reads as a Hail Mary the more we learn about it. Like it was obviously well funded, but they took a lot of humans and Plants and shot them like a dart into the depths of space with no destination, hoping that they'd find a habitable planet to terraform. Oh and then when they were lost with all souls (from the perspective of Earth) for 150 years minimum what was that like? There were still people left on Earth, enough to stabilize it.
?????? yeah that feels fishy. I really hope Stampede gets into it more