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[yourlocalbadgerscales]

Hello everyone!

@/szprycer is an adult who earlier today sent me two messages. Here they are (tw rape mention, r-slur and queerphobia!!!):

Don’t mind my replies… anyways

Here are some more pics <3

So obviously, if you, just like me, wouldn’t feel comfortable with receiving these kinds of messages… consider blocking them!

Take care everyone, I love yewwwwwww 💋

[ask-whitepearl-and-steven]

chekhov, what is the funniest panel you've made so far?

I mean, I think at this point I'm very fond of Greg and Rose Holding Crabs one, but some runner ups are:

This one of Smokey when she rips out a pillar in the tower.

Rose and Earl in their 'getting along' shirt but the shirt is a bubble and Rose is the only one wearing it.

It's kinda mean, but that one time Lapis got whapped with a baseball bat.

But hopefully, there will be more humor in this comic in the future! :) It's a light-hearted story after all!

[justaghouletteintheclergy]

𝐵𝑢𝑟𝑔𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝐷𝑎𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑒𝑟

𝑃𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: 𝐷𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐸𝑛𝑑𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑥 𝐹!𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

𝐹𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑚: 𝑆𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑚𝑎𝑛

𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: 𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒, 𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑡 𝑝𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑒𝑠, 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑔𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑓 𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑒 𝑛𝑢𝑑𝑖𝑡𝑦, 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑜𝑔𝑦𝑛𝑦 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑣𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡'𝑠 𝑖𝑡

𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐵𝑢𝑟𝑔𝑒𝑠𝑠 ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑒ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑑, 𝑠𝑛𝑒𝑎𝑘𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑟 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑖𝑑𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡, 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑? 𝐷𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ, 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑑? 𝑂𝑟 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑒𝑙𝑠𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑦

𝐺𝑜𝑡ℎ 𝑑𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑡𝑜 @/𝑘𝑜𝑑𝑎𝑠𝑤𝑟𝑙𝑑. 𝐵𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑒.

The young woman's mind screamed at her, warning her of the danger she would face if caught doing this, alas, her desire to know of the secrets her Father's cellar held was far too great. She grew up hearing the whispers of the entity held imprisoned by her Father, Roderick Burgess. She had always wished to venture downstairs to catch a glimpse of the entity they all spoke of but her Father forbade her from doing so.

Roderick never cared much for his daughter, never really wanting a daughter in the first place, that feeling grew much stronger after her elder Brother, Randell Burgess, passed away. He treated her more of a housemaid than daughter ever since that tragic day, only conversing with her if he needed anything or if chores needed to be done, when she suggested helping Roderick with the Order, he snapped, screaming about how he forbids her from ever interacting with magic or the Order. She never once brought up the subject again, fearing another scolding. Y/N's only source of love and friendship came from Alex, her second eldest Brother, Sykes and Miss Ethel Cripps, she had not known Ethel for very long but she grew fond of the blonde woman, and Sykes treated her more like a daughter than her Father ever did. Although her relationship with her Father was... Less than ideal, she always did admire his love for magic and the forbidden, she found the subject utterly fascinating! Secretly wanting and wishing to seek out and learn of these arts.

Which is why she was in her current predicament, she vividly remembers of the night Roderick summoned the being.

"The chanting was loudly pounding in her ears, there was a chill in the air, her heart was racing from anxiety, candles flickering all around, the display of dark magic surrounded her. The little girl was fascinated as well as fearful of the ritual taking place, this ritual was the summoning of Death. To summon and bind Death to the mortal realm and compel him to bring Randell back from the grave. Chants and cries somehow growing louder every passing minute as the ritual goes on, her eyes darted around the room, waiting, watching her Father at the head of the circle, passionately crying out the spell, their crying echoed in the cellar, getting louder, almost screaming out. When suddenly..! The feather her Father dropped in the binding circle for the spell was lifted in the air, quickly lit aflame then snuffed out just as fast, both Alex and Y/N stepped closer; watching with navie curiosity, a strong wind suddenly snuffing out all the candles in the room, a thunder boomed through out the room, the binding circle started to glow gold as the spell went on, everything was happening so fast for the poor girl all she could do was hold onto her Brother as her hair whipped behind her, squinting her eyes as she tried to watch the ritual unfold before her. As soon as the binding circle began to glow something appeared in the center, her young mind could not make out what it was but she remembers how it kept twisting and turning almost angrily as the Order continued onward. The twisted form let out flashes of light all around the room almost in the same fashion lighting would. "i summon you in the name of the old lords! Namtar, Allatu, Morax.. Maborym calls you!" The twisted form seemed to have gotten more enraged as Roderick called out, as if fighting against the spell itself. "Horvendile calls you!" The form became larger and larger as it contorted within itself with each passing second. "We summon you together, come!" As her Father called out one last time, within the large form a figure dropped onto the cold hard ground.

All was silent, the chanting no longer present, no one dared to speak as they stared in trepidation, the young girl eye's widen as she too stared at the dark figure, the spell.... It worked. Her Father did the impossible, he had summoned the Angel of Death! No man has ever achieved such a feat! The candles lighting themselves once again as Death laid there unmoving at their feet, the Order soon began to speak in hushed whispers as they still stared in awe of their accomplishment. Death was draped in a pure black cloak and wore the most usual helm, no scythe in sight like she was led to believe from old books in the library. Roderick called for Alex to take the possessions of Death off his person, first was a black leather pouch filled with... Sand? Seemly nothing special, just ordinary sand, next was a stunning ruby necklace, it seemed to glistened under the light above the circle, before taking hold of the final object, his helm, Roderick reached forward and striped Death of his cloak, the moment that cloak was striped away the young girl quickly shut her eyes and turned her back towards him, fearing what might happen if she even glanced at the Angel of Death. Only hearing her Father shoo off a raven that had apparently came along with Death himself. Roderick now equipped with the objects of Death, left the cellar, son and daughter by his side, that was the last time she ever set foot in the cellar.

Until now.

As she grew, she learned that the divine being in her Father's cellar was in fact not Death but someone else entirely, they say he is just as powerful and dangerous as Death himself. How this knowledge came to be in the Burgess household was all thanks to the man in white. She remembers how the man in white came to her Father, evidently this man knew everything about the being trapped below, she remembers feeling uneasy when she watched the two of them walk into the study. Only Roderick and Alex knew of his true identity, withholding the information from the rest of the Order. Her desire to see this being and learn of them grew ten fold when she heard of this; watching the entrance leading to the cellar closely and as soon as she saw the guards leave, she took her chance, hastily slipping in and stepping down the stairs knowing a new shift will be coming down soon. But she had to do this, she needed to do this, she couldn't explain it, she... Felt a tug in her soul, like a calling of her name, she certainly could be imagining all this in her own mind, after all she grew up surrounded with magic, witchcraft and other dark forbidden arts, that alone could easily trick someone into feeling this sort of way.

Nonetheless as she raced down the cold steps, her heart raced in anticipation, her hands were in agitation. What form of being could possibly be imprisoned here? If not Death... Then who? Turning a corner, she took a shaky breathe as she slowly faced the entrance way to finally gaze at the being her Father captured all those years ago. She gasped as her eyes set on a...Man? He simply sat inside a glass sphere of some sorts, this man he was... Beautiful, beautiful too poor a word to describe him, he was...well...Divine, he had to be angel, there was no question about it. Not bothering to flip on the lights, she slowly approaching this angel, his hard stare boring into her eyes not once breaking contact, carefully watching her every move like a predator watches their prey.

The man now watching her with peaked curiosity, asking himself as to why she would dare get closer, the woman now face to face with the angel trapped in glass, she could study him more in depth, immediately noticing his lack of any sort of clothing, her face felt warm at the realization yet not daring to rip her gaze from his, continuing to study his handsome features, he had dark wild hair, porcelain like skin, pink lips, a strong yet soft face, she easily could compare it to the marble statues in museums, Yet... the thing that captured her attention the most was his eyes. Oh his eyes... His eyes were bright and sparkled in a way that it was like looking up into the night sky, completely shallowed in darkness, only the stars shining the way. Others may have saw a creature, a monster locked away even but that is not what she saw, she saw a man so beautiful so ethereal that she could not believe he was right in front of her, almost as if.... He came from a dream.

The man held his strong stare at the mortal in front of him, she shivered under his intense star filled stare, she felt as if his eyes were piercing into her very soul, eyes bewitching body and soul alike. "I'm so sorry" she said softly, breaking the silent. As beautiful as he was, she felt deep pity for this poor creature, to be stripped of everything that you were and imprisoned, like a butterfly who was pinned down beneath glass. The man didn't react her apology, just holding his strong gaze on her. "You do not deserve this, no one does...I want to help you" she whispered as if afraid someone will hear her, the man's face soften at her words almost surprised by the words, was he hearing the woman correctly? She was offering to help him? But why?

While the man pondered over her words, to show a sign of peace the woman slowly reach out and ever so gently placed her hand on the glass, the man blinked completely confusion, the two not moving for a moment until he slowly did the same as she. She gave him a soft smile at the gesture, her mind begining to wander as she looked onward at their hands, wondering what would it be like to be touched by him? Would he be gentle or rough? She imagined his hands interlocking with hers, would his hands be as soft as they looked? Her eyes wandering back to his face, eyes now resting on his lips... What would his lips feel like pressed against hers? Briefly she pictured his lips gently brushing against hers, smirking as he teased her before kissing her deeply. The very thought of such actions had her breathless and weak kneed.

A sudden movement within the sphere broken her out of her daydream, the man seemed to have moved closer to her as best as he could despite the restriction, his nose barely touching the glass, hand still against hers, his eyes were now.... Different somehow, still very intense yet... There was something else.. Could he somehow see into her thoughts? Did he see how she imagine them sharing a passionate kiss? Her face turning red at the thought, this reaction did not go unnoticed by him, he placed his other hand on the glass still staring intensely but much softly than before. Begining to lean in, mirroring the man's actions, it all came to a halt when she heard a familiar voice shout out.

"Y/N!" She jumped at the sound of her name being shouted, quickly spinning around to see her Father storming towards her.

"Father i-!" Was all the young woman could get out before Roderick, grabbed onto her throat, throwing her down roughly, swiftly bringing his cane down on her causing her to cried out.

"ARE YOU MAD WOMAN? DO YOU KNOW WHAT HE COULD DO IF HE WERE TO ESCAPE?" He struck again, again and again, with each hit skin split, blood spilled and bones broke, her cries and screams of pain and misery echoed in the cold cellar, all while Roderick was beating at his daughter as she helplessly laid on the ground, the man in the glass watched in repugnance, how could such a man do this to their own flesh and blood? Their beloved child, the one they promised to care for and protect, the one they should love and cherish with all that they are, his heart broke for the young woman, wishing he could help her, to end the pain that her very own Father was inflecting but sadly..he could not, he could only watch as the horrific scene played out before him.

Roderick grabbed at her hair, forcing her onto her knees, facing her towards the other man, he could see her clearly now, blood and tears falling down her face onto her silk nightgown, eyes struggling to stay open as she looked at him, trapped within the sphere all he could do was offer a look of sympathy towards her "Dream of the Endless! I offer her to you!" Dream's attention drawn now onto Roderick "I have no use for this girl, if you give my son back, she will be yours to take" Dream stared at the elder man, he would sacrifice one child to bring another back? How could a parent be so heartless? To put so much pain and anguish onto his daughter, her only sin of being born. He felt a deep anger inside of him, he is a prisoner in amateur mage's cellar, stripped bare of everything he had, forced to stay in the mortal realm while his kingdom was in dire need, Roderick, demanding each day to bring his son back has the audacity to sacrifice his own daughter like she nothing more than animal. All of this enraged the King of Dreams however.. despite this, he did not speak.

"DID YOU NOT HEAR ME? I AM OFFERING HER TO YOU, TAKE HER" the elder man screamed, but ever still, no words were spoken from Dream.

"Father... Please.." The young woman whimpered, pain obviously laced her voice, at her plead he released her hair causing her to fall back onto the floor, too weak to hold herself up without support. The old man walked away in a huff, calling for the guards to come take his daughter away.

As her bloody body was lifted from the floor, her eyes once again set on the man trapped in glass, before consciousness took her she uttered a single word "Dream"

[yooniesim]

Statement from Overwolf

...Okay, first of all, this whole statement is sadly nothing but them taking the same exact route as before: misdirecting & changing the narrative to only be about "victims" when their Home Support initiative is partnered with the ILF, an openly Zionist organization. This isn't about innocent parties only when they're partnered with an organization that contributes directly towards IDF Military Intelligence. All of the money from the fund goes to the ILF's bank account to distribute, per their own FAQ page. And even without that, the association alone is enough to boycott. Overwolf and Curseforge cannot be "clean of politics" while their CEO partners with and therefore directly supports Zionist parties.

Screenshots directly from Home Support website & ILF website

This statement overall stinks because it puts the blame fully onto people with legitimate concerns by calling them all harassers. Have some people gone too far towards creators? 100%. I know that well. But Overwolf is clearly using that to deflect off of themselves, and this is why it never should have been done in the first place. Y'all focused on the wrong shit- the smaller targets instead of the big ones, and the wrong claim that they're directly funding the IDF with CF revenue, and now they're doing exactly what I said they would: once again using the fact that that's not technically true to weasel out of people's concerns. They even directly call out the fact that it's misinformation like I said they would! They clarified fucking nothing, they repeated the same shit they already said because they know they can. We need to change the focus of the boycott so that they are forced to address their actual wrongdoing! Stop spending all your time sending threatening messages on anon and instead spread factual information with sources and reach out to creators in good faith effort to get them to speak without the fear of being attacked. They will stay silent as long as the negative consequences (financially & socially) is all on them and not Overwolf & EA.

I'm still working on a comprehensive post with everything, but in the meantime, please spread this post around.

[spaciebabie]

"but spacie, i have no followers why should i reblog things" let me answer this question using myself, a person who has been using tumblr for almost a decade now, as an example. pre 2022 the most followers i ever had was like 125. most of them were dead blogs. killed in the porn ban or just people who had left for whatever reason. out of the people left who were still active, i had like 3 people at the most interact with my blog on a monthly basis. for years b4 this, i had ZERO FOLLOWERS but upon making my blog i saw all the other ppl who had been using this website longer than me talking abt how important it was ta reblog shit, and throughout all these years on tumblr, even when i had no followers i reblogged things. b/c i understood that it was integral ta the way this site functions.

now mind you, just b/c i had no followers didn't mean ppl wouldn't stop by and reblog things from my blog. every couple months id have a new person find me and reblog something. maybe they'd reblog a lot of stuff! the point is that id go months without any interaction at times and i STILL reblogged things because i knew people could find me and see something they liked on here. eventually people who frequently checked my blog ta see what i would reblog followed me!! im sure there’s ppl who dont follow me that ta this day who still reblog the stuff on here!! the point is that it genuinely doesnt matter how many followers you have. sure, it certainly helps, but ppl can still find and interact with the things on your blog without you having thousands or even hundreds of followers. so PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE reblog things.

[todaysrat]

the ketchup bottle done explod on him :(

[blushy-tigerrr]

this is why we can’t have nice things i guess :’)

[prinzessin]

debuting new url + theme tonight 👀

[lesbosuniteee]

messages with u and billieee

creds : @moralesluvr

only 2 cus I got lazy 💔💔

[madame-fear]

@earth4angels is better than you for sure

???? I sincerely don’t know what to say lmao,,, I woke up a short while ago and this is the first thing I see.

No one’s better than anyone. Nattie is my mutual and I respect both her and her amazing works— I’m going to assume you’re someone who’s really, really bored and has nothing else better to do other than try to spew shit on others for fun

touch grass, or just smoke it if you need it, it’s good 💗

[blitheringmcgonagall]

Your post about misogyny in the HP fandom is so true especially because when it comes to Snape and Lily- you can’t make someone else change if they don’t want to. You can try and help someone/show them another perspective(not that anyone has to do that either) but the ultimate decision to change is on the specific person and nobody else. And for people to blame all that on Lily is just…ack

@puppyduckster I completely agree with you and yet… this is a comment I saw today online, which really drove me mad:

🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️

“OmG sHe Is So DisLoYaL to PoOr SeVvY wHo NEEEEEEDED A REAL FRIEND TO STAND BY HIM WHEN HE WAS TURNING INTO A DICKHEAD”

Eh, I don’t know how to tell you, misogynistic dude, but that’s precisely what she did???!

She literally stood by him, and refused to believe what others were telling her about him because no doubt he was denying it and saying her friends were trying to paint him in a bad light because they didn’t like him - I mean hard agree but whatever - which btw is exactly what James did: he knew one of the order was a spy but NO WAY IN HELL COULD IT POSSIBLY BE ONE OF HIS FRIENDS -

She probably had lots of arguments with him about the war and the nasty bigots he was hanging out with and the weirdo spells he was creating (like hanging people upside down and slashing skin; Snape: I only invented them, I haven’t been using them at all - in which case how come people are using Levicorpus all over the place and it’s very popular- how, exactly???).

And then she sees a rare moment of poor old innocent misunderstood Sev letting his true colours shine through: turning on her because she saw him when he was vulnerable-

GOD FORBID THAT A WOMAN YOU DESIRE (🤢) SEE THIS AND TRY TO RESCUE YOU: BIG MISTAKE! (Shame her immediately, God forbid you let this pass!!)

- and he calls her a horrible slur to her face, and it’s the final straw. She’s known this day was coming and can’t fool herself any longer into believing he’s not turning into a wix fascist, and her reaction is brave af: she finishes their toxic friendship, there and then.

That’s not to say she might not still have cried about the ending of this friendship, the boy he could have grown up to be. But she stuck to her guns and refused to take him back. Thank fuck!

Anyway, as you can see, misogyny alive and well in the HP fandom… 🙄

(Also, in relation to that post: feck off with you - Lily did have friends, Slughorn described her as cheeky and popular! Plus, she’s friends with Sirius in canon, they write to each other separately to Sirius & James and she calls him Padfoot and confides in him about her worries regarding James, and asking for his help! And in the films she and Remus are friends too!)

[yekuthiel]

i’m ngl i can’t take anyone seriously that has a typing quirk this incomprehensible .

like at least if your going to be antisemitic type it coherently .. not wanna be homestuck shit .

anyways ,, typically i don’t give a platform to this sorta behavior but it’s just too funny to not show .

[peaches2217]

Holy fucking shit, I think I figured out who’s been sending those hateful anons these past several months.

Firecat, if it’s you and you’re reading this, it’s been eight years. I say this with all the love in my heart: let it go.

[sunsetsandsunshine]

An issue I need to address:

TW: Drama, cussing…yk all that jazz. I apologize that this post is what you all are receiving from me today. But I need to talk about this before it get’s worse.

Okay, I just want to clarify that there should be no hate being sent towards @osctwordfan for this. Hate and hurtful comments will not and cannot fix what has been done. But that does not I am not angry about it. I am mad. I am livid. Only two people on this site has been able to make me this genuinely upset and it’s frustrating that making a PUBLIC POST is the only way to get this person’s attention. 

4 days ago, May 16th, @osctwordfan started following me. Which, I greatley appreciated because HELLO??? Who wouldn’t, right? A new follower is just an awesome feeling to have. So, I checked their blog to see what they liked and we shared SO many similar interests it was almost scary. And I followed back. 

If you know me for a while, you know my whole “Hi new mutual 💝” message I send to my new mutuals. Because 1: I love talking to people and 2: I just want others to feel like they’re welcome. (If you haven’t received one yet it’s either bc you’re a little older than me or idk how to send the message. BUT YOU WILL GET ONE TRUST 💞💓💘💖💝)

And you all know how you can SEE when someone is online? Well, they were online when I texted this. And I got no response. I just assumed it was nervousness or shyness so I didn’t really question it. Until a few minuetes later they reblogged my “You can always ask” fic. 

Which, woo-hoo I guess. But my message was still not answered. But I didn’t think it was THAT deep. 

The next day, May 17th, I noticed they were online. I sent a quick “Hi” again, awaiting a response. About 5 minutes later I was met with one, except it wasn’t the one I was expecting or hoping for. 

It was a request. For a fanfiction. Okay okay cool. Coolio. You…ignore my two messages of me just simply saying a quick “hello” and you don’t answer…instead you ask for a tickle fanfiction of some turtles? 

I get people are shy. I get that. I do. But me and one of my best friends were talking about it on Insta and it made no damn sense. Following, reblogging and requesting things from an individual that’s been trying to speak with you for the past few days and you not responding and then ASKING something of them is just…weird. 

Me and one of my best friend’s convo:

So, on May 18th I saw they were online again, and so I texted the following: 

Which I felt was fine. It was straight to the point. But where my anger really emegred was when I got notifications of my fics being reblogged by the same person. AGAIN. NOT EVEN 3 MINUTES LATER.

And then May 19th they liked another post of mine. Although it was a post that you would have to DIG DEEP FOR. Because I made it a year ago and only 4 people liked it (INCLUDING ME.). So you would have to LOOK LOOK to find it. 

Then yesterday, May 20th, was just my breaking point. I was chilling, having a nice evening, talking with my fellow mutuals, writing a fic (AND FINISHING WOO-HOO) until I get a notification. And guess what? It’s just another reblog by the same person. 

Did I get any responses of my pervious texts? Nope. Not at ALL. 

I am sick and hurt of being treated as if I’m just a computer that makes fanfictions.

I am a PERSON. A human being that for the past week has been trying to talk with you. And you at fucking 16 should understand that. 

You are one whole year older than me and you think you have the right to treat me this way. Who the absolute hell do you think you are? 

Because let me get this through your head: I live in an African and Jamaican  household, and one thing that we let each other know day in and day out is to never ever let someone make you feel like you’re less. 

So when you see this @osctwordfan I am hoping you have a good explanation regarding to last week. 

@ ing mutual’s in this because this is INSANE and I am LIVID rn: 

@itzsana-kiddingmenow @veryblushyswitch

@skyloladoodles @saturnzskyzz @backy-san

@creativecutie @savemeafruitjuice

@mythica0 @leosmasktails @someone1348 @vxlepop

@anxious-lee @charismakat

@sunny-117 @odder-outlet @jamiesgotchu @ziipzeepzop-eez

@danineedshelp @pocky-dragon

@my-l0v3r-v3rse @rice-cake-teen10

[druidgroves]

the best thing about games designed with multiple endings is that there isn't a canon storyline & it's whatever the player makes of it. you control the canon.

[lollytea]

I think some tumblr posts would really thrive as private discord messages to your friends.