#stupid stinky worm

[deadwooddross]

have this tiny scribble of seth while I try to pretty up the rest of the page Eventually. Trying out some adjustments to their body type...I think they could stand to be a bit beefier, as a treat

[bellamer]

The Harry Potter Millennials were quick to jump Miriam Margolyes about what she said but now they’re all turned around, covering their eyes and ears when JK Rowling just went full holocaust denier just like they did with her transphobia and racism.

And the fact that they proved Miriam right with their absolutely absurd behavior too. They’re terrible people who will whine and cry if a kid got picked over them to do the stupid wand store attraction thing at Universal Studios, they need to grow the fuck up. I actually saw a video of a grown ass woman in her 30s crying about how kids always get picked for a KIDS ATTRACTION and not adults and how it isn’t fair and that she paid money for her vacation, so she should have gotten the chance to be picked.

So yeah Miriam is right, JK Rowling can die in a fire and Harry Potter Adults are just as rancid and stinky as Disney Adults.

Also the fact that they act like Harry Potter is her one acting credit , they do that shit every time a actor who was in the movie goes against JK Rowling and and act like she’s the reason why everyone got their start when they’ve been acting for years before that, why the fuck do you think they got picked ? Maybe if they read another book or watched another film series and consumed any other media that wasn’t barfed up from JK Rowling they’d know that.

THAT IS MISS GLOW WORM FROM JAMES AND THE GIANT PEACH AND YOU WILL PUT SOME RESPECT ON HER MOTHER FUCKING NAME

[s1nk1ngst4rg1irl]

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╰┈➤how you became nekomas manager, or how kuroo bullied you into taking the position.

╰┈➤NOTES: hehe

╰┈➤WARNINGS: boobi talk and surgery, also swearing!!

╰┈➤masterlist

Kai introduced you to him, or rather he shoved him into you. You were just walking though what you presumed to be a safe hallway trying to get by till graduation without dying, not a booby trapped danger zone where people got jumpscared by some lanky dude with a serious case of bed hair, but there you were under him. He wormed off of you and offered a hand, which you begrudgingly took in yours, pulling yourself up and adjusting your shirt.

“Have you ever thought about breast surgery?” Kuroo deadpanned, looking down at you.

“Dude, what the everloving fuck.” 

“Maybe you were too busy looking down at them to see where you were walking, i get it-their very distracti-” your fist connected with his face before you understood what was happening.

That's how you met Kuroo, with a breast reduction and a black eye. The counselor made sure you guided Kuroo around school during this ‘tough time’ for his vision. Dragging him around school and unknowingly allowing him to trip down small flights of stairs turned into study sessions which turned into meet ups for non school reasons. You'd even go as far to say, you and him were friends.

 So when he asked for you to be manager of the Nekoma volleyball club on a warm sunny day while snarfing down more than his share a bag of chips what else could you say but

“hell no. Sweaty stinky guys asking me to carry around their shit and bandage their booboos? No thanks dude”

Kuroo buried himself deeper into the pile of plushies he was laying on- and getting crumbs all over, groaning.

“Come onnnnn, Y/NNNN, it'll be fun, plus we haven't had a female manager in forever, the upperclassmen will totally love me-and you!.”

“That's exactly what I'm afraid of, plus I don't feel like doing you any favors after what you did to my maths notes” you sniffled.

“I didn't mean to drop them, it just happened ok?? Plus I bought you that keychain you wanted so we’re even.”

“Kuroo, you could bring me Yaku’s diary and that still wouldn't make up for you dropping my notebook into a shit filled toilet.”

“Accidentally dropping your notebook into a shit filled toilet.”

“Who even studies in a fucking toilet??”

“Well first of all you could benefit from some toilet study sessions and second of all it was a shit, people do weirder things all the time when they shit.”

“Have I ever told you you're a huge nerd?”

“Yeah, like every day so will you be the manager already??” you mull it over for a few seconds, weighing out pros and cons, hard work, running, but also there might be a few cute guys, and you needed some boosts for a college resume.. what could be the harm, you needed something other than binge watching shameless to do after school anyway.

“.... fine. One condition though.” he perked up, sending potato chip pieces flying all over your carpet.

“Anythin’”

“Clean your crumbs off my shit, and get me a new notebook- a new set of notebooks.”

“That's two conditions, babe.” maybe this was a bad idea

“You want a manager or not dawg.”

“Ok! Calm your overly large tits, maybe its the back pain making you angry-” he dodges the empty cookie tin you chuck at him. stupid athlete reflexes. 

“Shut the fuck up loser.” 

“-there you go again! Ok- ok- i can always massage them iif they hurt that ba-ok!!!! Point taken! Wheres you dustpan?” yeah. This was a bad idea.

[hermywolf]

taking a break on my mad at butcher streak to point out that. SIGH. UGH. he did pull hughie behind him to protect him when he was worming out. which was cute. or maybe he was just trying to stop him from intervening because hes a little stinky ass BITCH OF A MAN sorry woah sorry. seems im still mad. but yeah gay or whatever. ugh. billy butcher when i fucking get you. william jeffrey samuel eric butcher when i get your ass. when i get you. oh my god. what was my point. oh yeah homosexuality or whatever. butcher do you know how mad you have to make me for me to forget about yaoi. with your unlaced stupid shoes and your worms. bitch. dumbass bitchass hoe trip on your own failures and impale your head on your crowbar please and thank you. sorry. i still love you. no i dont. fuck off

[raccoonspooky]

Your "slashers react to babygirlfication" post is hilarious, but I'm curious how'd they react to the number of fans who see them as father figures 🙌

Pfft okay so I took some time to ponder the concept and I present:

Slashers react to choosing and being chosen to be father figures.

Sorry u stinky men covered in blood. Ur a dad now. U cannot run, u cannot hide.

Characters included: Bubba Sawyer, Thomas Hewitt, Billy Loomis, Leslie Vernon, Brahms Heelshire, Michael Myers, Patrick Bateman, Bo Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair, Billy Lenz

2k words. SFW, mild references to nsfw but not for horny purposes. Gender Neutral. Second person. Silly, sometimes surprisingly cute. Sometimes surprisingly stupid. Ur an adult. No Y/N is used here.

Not everything ends in a fatherly dynamic, but it's always familial except for stupid Bo. Most are from the killer's POV. This is intended to be a realistic take on the subject, please expect canon behavior and violence.

Leatherface:

Bubba’s closeness is a little overbearing, to be honest. You don’t hate it. No one you’ve ever met has been so eager to be with you every moment of every day. You’ve begun to appreciate everything he does for the farm in a new light. He works hard and you want to be just as solid and hard-working as him. Bubba is used to everyone belittling him and for you to see him as someone fully functioning, someone you want to learn from or take after is just seemingly wrong. He’s not a daddy. He can't remember his own daddy so he’s pretty sure that he’s not someone to be seen as fatherly. He understands wanting to feel safe more than anyone else so he sort of gets it.

Nonetheless, it's all very confusing. But… you’re so smart, he trusts you… you can’t be wrong about anything. If looking up to him makes you happy, he’ll do his best to be the person you see him as. Expect almost comically fatherly behavior. This guy is gonna demand you go to bed at sundown and eat ALL your food. He’s gonna give you tripled servings of veggies and insist that dandelions are good for you. He’s gonna put his hands on his hips and stomp around mumbling frustratedly because that seems to be all that Drayton does and it’s gonna be hard to not laugh at it all. 

That being said, if you leaned into his mother-hen aspects, he’d fucking love it. He wants to brush your hair and make you pretty. He wants to plant flowers and squawk and squeal over boxes of jewelry and makeup. He leans into a motherly role easily and he loves taking care of someone happy to receive it. He starts carrying around a purse because duh, that’s what mothers do. In the purse is a bunch of cool rocks, chicken feathers and the occasional worm or mouse or something. Expect to see the pretty lady mask much more often. 

Thomas Hewitt:

It's hard to determine much of anything he's thinking or feeling due to the mask. You slipped on something the other day and Thomas didn’t seem to appreciate the resulting calamity. He stomped up the stairs and grabbed you by the armpits to hoist you up in order to check you for damage. He grabbed your head like a basketball to inspect it for damage and you took it to mean that he cares about your well being. Communication isn’t his strong suit but he cares… at least you think he does. He’s unaware of the role you’ve slotted him into but he’s been giving you things to do and he tolerates you in his vicinity.

With gestures and the occasional huff of breath, he sat you in front of some scrap wood and you quickly realized that he wanted you to check for wood rot. It felt good to be given a task and perhaps your happiness alluded to your thoughts because he’s been showing you all sorts of things and how to use a bunch of tools. There’s a certain approving grunt he does that’s become your favorite thing to hear. You've started to not hate waking up at the crack of dawn. You wonder if he’ll one day let you work with leather. Maybe he’ll teach you to tan it?

Billy Loomis:

This is amongst the worst possible characters you could’ve possibly chosen to see as a father figure.

First of all, he’s barely out of high school and second of all, his expectations are high and impossible to achieve. He wants a protege, he wants to create a killer that he refined with his own hands but unfortunately, he's stupid. Unfortunately, he gets stuck in long-winded rants about the power of a knife and blah blah blah movie reference blah blah.

The asshole’s given you fucking homework and on top of that, he keeps making you go get him slurpies and vape refills from 7/11. It's the worst. You thought he was some kind of mastermind killer but he smells like axe bodyspray and keeps talking to you about his expert manipulation skills when you saw him fully kick a trashcan when someone refused his fake ID at a bar. You’d like to get onto some KILLING lessons or maybe see the Ghostface with your own eyes, but so far most of what you’ve seen is him checking himself out in mirrors.

You're beginning to think you could definitely kick his ass and everything he’s managed so far has been a genuine fluke. You feel as if you’ve looked up to Ghostface for so long that the real deal is a huge disappointment. Perhaps it’s time for a new ghost to take up residency.

Leslie Vernon:

This is what he’s doing all of this for. It's the height of killer fame to retire and let your successor take up the reins. He’ll fade into memory and fearful recollection and he’ll make you a mask of your very own so you can continue his legacy. He’s been planning for this for years down to the itty bitty specifics. You’re gonna be some down-on-your-luck kid and you’re gonna make some rookie mistake with your first crime and then he’s gonna get you out of a pickle and the rest is history. At least… that's how it works in the movies.

With all the planning he’s put into this, it’s gonna work out perfectly. You haven't seen him yet but he’s seen you. You're perfect. He can already feel the fatherly love slamming some burgers onto a grill inside of him. Maybe the two of you can play ball with someone’s cut out heart. Wouldn’t that be something huh? Alright, squirt let's get this shebang started! He’s just gotta put the finishing touches on the whole orphaning thing…. 

Brahms Heelshire:

You were lonely in this dead place. That much was obvious.

Brahms knew the feeling. Meeting you went smoother than it regularly went, but there was a clear roadblock in place when it came to taking care of him. You don’t follow the rules at all and that’s just unacceptable. You can't both be babied, that’s not gonna work!

Despite your inability to give him the structure he needs, he decides that just being around you is better than nothing. You seemingly don’t mind quiet and he's happy just to be seen. Even if you both need something that neither of you are able to provide, it's nice to just exist without fear or the worrisome concept of rejection.

In silence, the dusty air settled and it was easy to find some solidarity between you both. Both of you were hugely in need of someone to cling to. You’re scared and so is he. It’s… nice to know that someone else understands his feelings so well. You settle into an easy routine, eating together and sleeping in the same room... It takes a while but he begins to piece together the idea that if he wants to be mommied, maybe you need a daddy? Maybe you just need someone else to look to when you’re feeling alone and scared. Really, that’s all he wants too.

At the very least, Brahms can be that person for you. The two of you might be stuck in an awkward jumble of power dynamics but none of it feels wrong. He loves you but not like he’s loved nannies in the past. He’s starting to think that the two of you are in desperate need of a mommy and a daddy. He’s gonna be a good big brother in getting you exactly what you need. You’re not alone anymore and neither is he. It doesn’t hurt so much to be a real boy when you’ve never thought of him as anything besides human.

Michael Myers:

Well. This is happening.

He’s tried killing you multiple times and for the first time in his life, he’s found someone who disrespects death just as much as he does.

No matter what he does or where he goes, you’re close by. Hiding from somewhere, watching him from somewhere. If he turns around and walks away, you’ll manage to find him again no matter what. It's annoying. You’re annoying. Too loud. Too alive.

You've begun to wear a jumpsuit like his and an eyesore of a mask. Michael pointedly doesn't look your way or acknowledge you in the slightest. You might pester and ask questions but you get no answer. He makes sure to not even breathe in your presence. No matter the targeted coldness, you still chase after him as if you’re excited about wherever he’s going.

Once, he picked you up and physically tossed you through the front door of a recently “vacated” house just so you’d have somewhere to stay and unsurprisingly, you were back at his heels the next time he went hunting. You took up permanent residence in his peripherals and sometimes you managed to even sneak up on him. He’s climbed into impossible places and found the most hidden crevices he could find to rest but you're impossible to outwalk.

You’re a buzzing fly but he’s stopped trying to kill you because it doesn’t work. You don’t have his stature or his stride, but he’s beginning to think that you might be something other than what he’s assumed. Recently, he tossed a knife at you with enough precision to kill and you not only caught the damned thing— but you proceeded to ask when you’d get to use it. Slowly, he turned his head toward yours and you tilted yours ever so slightly in question while your hand tightened around your blade’s handle. That was all the discussion needed. He stood and so did you, you were like a shadow behind him and he’s never felt any particular violent urge toward a shadow. 

Patrick Bateman:

Children are god-awful things. Still, Patrick understands their purpose. With a child comes respect. Others will ooh and ahh over someone bragging over their brat’s acceptance into some ivy league school. You get to brag about your trips to all the best places once you’ve cultured your child enough to let them anywhere near Milan or Dubai. Kids are accessories to people like him. No one raises their kid of course, you hire help to do that for you— but even so, Patrick loathes the idea of something other than himself wearing his face. While Patrick understands now is about the time that someone like him is expected to breed, he hates the idea of letting some whore take his seed and brew up some vile squirming thing that’s half made of someone he knows he’ll hate. How can he trust her genetics? All women are whores and breeding one just sounds disgusting. Ugh. He’s not a family man and he finds the concept stomach-turning. 

With a few moments of thought, he thinks about the youngest person he can think of and he decides that the coffee barista at the expensive roastery is fine enough of a choice. You’re polite enough. Your handshake is firm. He’s looked you up before and you have no criminal record to speak of…. 

By the end of the day, he’s drafted a formal questionnaire and had it delivered to your place of employment via a courier service. When his email lights up with a notification, the subject line: “Interview scheduling.” He crinkles his nose. You don’t know how to spell? Anyone with a brain knows that “Schedueling” is spelled with an E after the U. Obviously, you have a lot to learn but… he’s already had a suit tailored to your size so he might as well interview you despite your poor spelling.

Bo Sinclair:

Someone looking up to him has something new and weird surfacing from the graveyard inside of him. It’s all sick and twisted, it moves like a roach with its head cut off. He’s sort of flattered but the sincere baffling concept of someone seeing him as a father figure has him edging the line of being pissed about it.

You’re playing some kinda mind game with him, right? He’s not a fucking loser so he’s definitely gonna figure out wtf you’re on about and why you keep asking him to teach you some bullshit or other. You don't care for shit about the engine he's workin' on. Clearly, you're trying to be clever and do something... Y'think you can get one up on him? Ain't no goddamned way.

Unfortunately, the wires in his brain are all over the place and they’re all connected to his dick’s hair-trigger sensor. Obviously, you have the hots for him. You’re flirting with him. You’re doing all this shit for his attention huh? He’s unable to comprehend that your stockholm has turned itself inside out and you're beginning to as a father figure. He's the big man around this town, wearing his big pants and walking with his big man walk. It's not your fault for getting confused in this rot filled town.

Bo immediately assumes your behavior is some lil deviant kink thing of yours and any innocence you intended is quickly destroyed by a loud mouth and a peacock strut.

Vincent Sinclair:

Charcoal coats the side of your wrist and Vincent wonders if he should tell you to go to bed. You’ve been sketching all day and he knows from experience that your back must hurt from the contorted way you’re sitting. Every lesson he’s ever given you has been taken in stride. Anatomy is something you’re giving your all to learn and it’s… fulfilling to have someone so eager to learn from him. His mother’s teaching was enforced with several painful implements and whether it was a metal ruler or stinging words, Vincent learned out of loyalty to appease her. He turned loyalty into passion out of survival instinct and still, he creates out of muscle memory. He’s still haunted by his mother's ghost but he looks at her with less disdain now that he has someone eager to make everything he knows worth something. 

You wear that same sense of anticipatory nervousness he once armed himself with. You shyly show him what you’re working on, and when he shows you an error you always take it with pride rather than shame. You must know how proud he is of your progress. It’s been years since he’s stood up for himself but his twin is somewhere nursing a shiner after he let himself into Vincent’s workspace just to bother you. No. you didn’t need a nude model. No, you didn’t want to do something more fun. No you didn’t want to take a break and look at something less fuck ugly for a change. 

No matter the circumstances that brought you here, Vincent’s been your protector since the day he found you locked in the garage’s basement, drawing in the dirt. You’re his student. Under his care. You’re a good thing and he’s not going to let his twin spoil you like he’s spoiled everything else. 

Billy Lenz:

He’s still got a scar from when he accidentally happened upon you.

Finding you was a complete accident. He broke into a creaky old house, looking for somewhere dry and he quickly realized that someone else had already staked their claim on the dusty shithole.

Crazed eyes met his and you launched at him like an animal immediately, completely without hesitation. The impact knocked him through a rickety old door and you whooped like a monkey before wildly falling into a pit of screaming laughter. Your laughter was contagious. Little thing full of so much rage. Like a kitten scratching and scratching at a fancy couch. It began to be difficult to laugh at your joke on account of the phone cord wrapped around his neck, cutting off his oxygen. You might’ve killed him if he didn't find enough clarity to throw you off of him. 

You scrambled onto a counter, bare feet disrupting the thick layer of dust and you bared your teeth, breathing heavily. Your nose was red as if you just got here out of the cold and it was just so clownish. Billy mimicked you just the same, squatting on the ground and offering you a series of clown honks and circus noises. After a few moments, you relaxed but with his ever so slight movement forward you growled like a dog before telling him that you were going to shove his stupid bellbottoms so far down his throat that he’d be shitting out a denim baby. Instantly, he wriggled about, wincing while imagining the horrible sensation of denim up his ass.

You’re funny! Funny funny clown. Not a piggy. Not to be gutted and pulled apart. His head was a mess and it hurt where it knocked against the linoleum, it had him agitated but not toward you. A nearby house’s Christmas lights snapped into visual existence and you glared through the dirty kitchen window as if startled by the red and green. With a series of vocalizations accompanied by tonal hissing, Billy asked if you wanted to go Christmas caroling and you’ve been having a holly jolly time ever since. 

This time of year is much much more tolerable now that he’s got a red nosed Rudolph who likes bloody red ribbons just as much as he does. You’ve gotten good at prank calls and you’re just so very mean to mouth breathing boys. While Billy handles the snobby sluts, you take care of heavy-shouldered neanderthals. Fratboys are your favorite flavor and Billy is just so tickled that you have similar tastes to his.  You're a fast learner. Good at climbing. Good at killing. You make the noises go away. The frantic clamor of mutated memory quiets when he's got you wedged in his hindbrain.

[completly-human-zim]

i think dib is a stinky dookie butt

I agree with your statement, the Dib-worm does indeed smell of dookie and his head is very, very, big. Huge even!

Did I mention he is crazy, and stupid, cause he is.

[kai-atlantis]

I'm late 😬 but I broke my ankle again so JUST PLEASE ACCEPT MY LATE ENTRIES OKI.

CW: grief, language

Artwork by @irunaki who graciously allowed me to borrow her work

FowlFest Day 2 - Diary Day

A Glimpse in Time

Holly ShOrt!!!

1953 

  HI DIARY!!! Today is MaY 3! It's my bIRTHDAY! I'M 32 today and at skool my class sang to me and gave me kandy! Escept for Riles Ross, cause he stole my space bar and ate iT in fronT of ME! >:( so i hit him in his face and all the kids laughed and Miss Persimmon sent me home. :( bUT I CAME HOME WITH CAKE! and its carrot. Mommy says it looks like our hair! :D cause we have orange hair! Daddy gave me a bow n arrow after cake and said I was a natural! Daddy is so strong he could hold me AND MY CAKE TOGETHER! :D then i got in trouble for hitting Riles Ross, but daddy told me later in secret that he was proud of me. :) 

  Anyway Diary, did you have a good day today? I sure hope so cause I did! I would share my cake with you but i dont wanna get cake on your pages :( sorry. BUT YOU CAN SLEEP WITH ME AND FOXY TONITE! we are having a secret sleep over under the bed. Foxy is so CUTEEE. sHH! Dont tell mommy or daddy. It's only for us :) 

  See ya there! 

Holly Short

1983

Today was fucking bullshit. It was so fucking stupid, I almost don't want to make an entry about it, but my therapist claims it's good for my grief to vent my feelings, so, here I am. Venting my fucking feelings. And no. I don't feel better.

So, you want to know why today sucked. Today was my second day at the Academy. The LEP Academy.

I've always known I was going to be an officer, but lately, I've been compelled to do something more than LEPtraffic, or Immigration. Yesterday was already weird enough because I got tons of looks from all the beefheads, but then today, in my Criminal Investigations class, the professor asked us what our goals in the LEP were. Anyone that knows anything knows girls who join the LEP are destined for traffic, or some bullshit area of "policing". We never go further than that… Unless you're Wing Commander Vinyáya. And nobody is as cool as Wing Commander Vinyáya. She's a total babe. Definitely not me.

But anyway, I have other aspirations. Dad was Internal Affairs. Mom's LEPmarine. It's my destiny to be in the force, and if I'm gonna go in, it's go big or go home. So, I answer that I want to be in Recon. And I shit you not - everyone laughed, even the professor. The FUCKING professor.

Fuck.

Why can't a girl be Recon? We're not all airheads. Some of us are actually capable of handling ourselves. Mom always says my aim is deadlier than a stink worm too, so those townies don't know what they've got coming.

Shit. Said, not says. Mom is dead. Stupid mistake.

Whatever.

The only plus side to today was that I ran into Trouble Kelp. He's the hot Kelp brother. An idiot, but he has a good heart. He's a junior, and super famous for his scores. Everyone knows who he is, so you'd expect him to be a total glow slug, right? But he's actually really kind. Some guy tried to trip me in the hall, and before I could punch the daylights outta him, Kelp shoved him into the trash can and swore him off. It was totally cool. He'd make a good partner someday, I think.

OH! Back to Recon. Adding onto today's bullshit, I overheard some rookies going on and on about Commander Root. Apparently he's a tough nut to crack and hasn't ever had a girl in his unit, and he intends for it to stay that way. Well, too bad for him, because I've got my sights on Recon. I work alone, and fly alone. Nobody to bother me, no stinky males and their gross ear cheese. Just me, the wind, and the surface sky.

It's what mom and dad would want.

I hope they're proud.

Oh yeah, one last thing: it's my birthday today. I'm 62 today. Is it super lame that I put up pictures of mom and dad on the table with me? Just so, you know… I'm not alone?

Fuck. Duh. That's super lame.

Hey. I'm back. Don't mind the weird gap between pages. Didn't feel like writing for a bit so I took a nap. But I'm back.

Honestly? I'm a bit mad. And before you ask me in the session: about everything?

Being a girl is hard enough, right? 'cause I'm stuck in this gnarly place of not being pretty enough yet also not being "tough" enough to be accepted by the guys. And I just started. Why should my appearance fucking matter? I'm a fucking hotshot. I'm resilient. I already know how to pilot a shuttle. That's more than these maggots can do.

My dad would've known what to say. I didn't know him that long, really. But still, when I'd spaz out and tussle with other kids, he'd always have my back, and he always knew the right things to say. I wish I had that now, you know? I miss him.

I miss mom. But I don't want to talk about it. I don't want to talk about her death and I won't be forced into it either, k?

Oh yeah, duh. My original point. It's my 62nd birthday, and I'm all alone. There's supposed to be some junior thing at a pub in the city. Juniors. Not rookies like these dorks. Mom would kill me if I went.

Hah. Guess I should rebel and go make some friends then? Maybe Trouble will be there? Not that I'm into him or anything. Just a friend or two would be nice.

Anyway. I've got basics in the morning.

Night, journal. See ya.

[mapplesand]

Writer Questions

thanks @gioiaalbanoart for tagging me ! :]

What is your absolute all-time favorite idea you’ve ever had?

well i do like my idea of taking absolute weird teenager and follow their life without filter BUT I have a fantasy story about anthropomorphic cats living in the medieval era who have to deal with racism, sexism and religion so I think I popped off with this one (it's been there for 7 years now lol)

Is there a question you’ve been asked in the past that really stands out to you, and you still think about sometimes?

I don't think I have one, everyone need to be as insane as me about my characters but for that I have to be extra crazy about them too so it catches people attention (i'm gonna charm you with my stinky ocs)

What is your favorite part of being a writer? What parts could you take or leave?

that i can create weird little people with my mind and write them doing weird shit

and the worst part is that the story has to write itself and I need to translate it because no one speak french

What is your greatest motivation to write/create?

that I can somehow share it to show the representation some people might need, but also my dumb little brain loves to create so it's not really about motivation it's about what my brain want right now and how it motivates me to get really insane about something

What is the best piece of advice you’ve ever read or been given as a writer?

write for the worm in your brain that tells you to write what you want

What do you wish you knew when you were first starting out writing?

how to format my writing, bro i was 15 and writing every dialogue by putting the name of the character like a freaking RP

What is your favorite story you’ve written to completion? Link it if you’d like and can!

bro i wish they existed 😭

Which of your characters would you say has the most controversial mindset? Why do you say so, and how do you personally feel about their ideals?

LMAO do I really need to answer this one it's pretty obvious

well I have many many character with controversial opinion but you know, they're villain

however Marco from Morbid Minds is definitely not the villain, well actually he grows to be like fine, but he does start off as a creep towards girls and deals with toxic masculinity, internalized homophobia and incel like behaviors (and dark humor like joke about hitler or school shooting) do not worry everyone, he does get better and even at this time of his terrible mindset he was like a communist and never went down the nazi pipeline because "being filipino and a white supremacist is fucking stupid" (his words)

If you, when you first started writing, met you now, what would younger you think?

that i'm a fucking weirdo

free tag anyone can join the fun yeehaw

[richeeduvie]

Okay but og! baby Roman also being able to worm his way into Shiv and Baby's doll playtime in the early days. Baby likes that he's a boy and seems to really like playing dolls with them (her), he makes his doll say and do funny things. Shiv hates it. For some reason Roman always says his dolls are married to Baby's...

Baby Roman also knows to only play dolls with them when Logan isn't there

Shiv is so fucking mad. He shouldn't even be here!

"You're stupid ginger doll can't share a bed with hers."

Little Roman throws Shiv's doll from the doll bed and puts his doll next to Baby's.

"It's gross that you're married. It's ew! You're stupid."

"A girl doll in bed with another girl doll? That's ew - and we're just playing."

"So let me put my doll in the bed if we're just playing, stupid!"

Baby Baby puts her head in her hands. Doll playtime is supposed to be fun. But she likes that Roman isn't like other stinky boys, that he understands there's a lot of story in playing with them.

And obviously, the dramatics between the Roy siblings shine bright with their dolly counterparts.

"I'm telling Daddy!"

"You're not!"

Roman takes Baby's hand. And their dolls.

"Let's go, we'll wait for her to calm down. Stupider calling me stupid! Eat me, loser!"

He pushes up his glasses and drags Baby from the room. Shiv pulls her hair, as if she's her big brother. She punches the doll house.

She'd rip Roman's doll's head off if he left it there.

[kewltie]

re:Kasumi AU - S01 [Complete]

01.

"My Daddy is amazing, you know, the absolute best," Kasumi brags, "but he's grumpy and frown a lot, so I worry about him being alone." She sighs like it's pain her to admit it. "I've been looking for a partner for my Daddy and I think you make a good candidate, Midoriya-san."

02.

"Your dad would be okay with a quirkless omega?" Midoriya asks, brows creasing in concern. "Would he settle for someone lesser than him?" His face grim. "

Oh, Daddy doesn't discriminate," Kasumi says cheerfully. "He hates everyone equally, so nobody has the upper-hand here."

03.

"Daddy, you're almost 30," Kasumi says, "that's, like, ancient."

Katsuki glowers. "Say that again, brat."

She heaves a sigh. "You haven't gone on single date since I was born. What if I get marry and you die alone?"

"Who's dumb enough to marry you?" He sneers.

"Daddy!"

04.

"I don't have a papa," Kasumi says cheerfully. "Daddy said he died after he stepped on a nail and contracted tetanus."

"Oh," Midoriya says, smiling awkwardly.

She hums thoughtfully. "But I know that's a lie because when I was six, Daddy also said Papa got eaten by a shark."

05.

"Daddy, we need to talk."

Katsuki sighs tiredly. "You got five minutes."

"I can do it in three!"

His lips twitches in amusement. "Convince me then."

Kasumi rolls out a large homemade poster and presents it to him. "It's time for you to get marry and here are my reasons."

06.

"What are you looking for in a partner?" Kasumi presses. "Pretty? Smart? They got to be strong enough to handle you, right?"

"Someone who hates kid preferably," Katsuki says, pointedly looking at her.

"Daddy," she whines, "I'm being serious here!"

"So am I," he says dryly.

07.

"He said I only have you because Papa didn't want me, so I punched him."

Katsuki frowns. "And you know it's wrong, right?"

Kasumi's lips wobbles precariously. "Y-yes." She runs into his arms and wails unrepentantly. "If I knew I would get caught I should have punch him more!"

08.

Babies are useless little things that sleep and eat all day, and they're stinky too as Katsuki leans close and smells the odor coming off of her, her fist smacking him in the face in the process.

He stares down at her as Kasumi giggles. "My mortal enemy," he declares soberly.

09.

"Don't you hate him?" Izuku asks.

"How can I hate someone I don't know?" Kasumi answers bluntly. "He gave me away when I turned one but," a pause, "sometimes I like to think he must have care enough to have kept me for that long, right?"

"Yes," he breathes, heart trembling.

10.

Katsuki grinds out, "You said there were only four, so why are there five's name on here?"

"Oh, I miscounted." Kasumi smiles and every bit unapologetic.

He frowns as he stares down at her. "I sent you to school to learn, but did it make you dumber?"

11.

"Daddy, could you please try to smile a little?" Kasumi frowns.

Katsuki's scowl only deepens further. "This is how I always look."

"How are you going to impress anyone when you look like an ogre the entire time?!" she huffs. "My guest is going to think I have an ugly father!

12.

"Daddy, would you love me if I was a worm?" Kasumi asks.

"No," Katsuki says, with no hesitation.

She pouts and pinches the back of his hand.

He gives her unimpressed look and sighs. "But I'll keep you and take good care of you even if you're useless, squirmy little worm."

13.

Kasumi gestures for him to come closer. Katsuki's eyes narrow suspiciously even as he complies.

"Oh, Daddy, you're so handsome," she gushes. "Just remember not to open your mouth, it will ruin the effect."

He scowls. "You brat—" but she quickly shushes him. "No talking!"

14.

"Don't be nervous." Kasumi pats his hand in assurance. "My daddy isn't scary. He's mean, but he can also be nice! But mostly mean if he thinks you're being dumb." Her brows furrow thoughtfully. "Just avoid saying anything stupid and I'm sure he'll like you!"

15.

"If you want to impress my daddy, here's what you need to do," Kasumi says, pulling a thick binder with colorful tabs sticking out.

Izuku takes out a notepad and pen, looking serious and determined. "I'm ready."

A grin spreads across her face. "I knew you were a good pick!"

16.

"Are you doing this because you think I'm not doing enough as a parent?"

Horrified, Kasumi hugs him. "No, daddy! You're the best," she says. "There's no replacement for you." As Katsuki hugs her back, she slyly adds, "But it would be nice if you have a partner in your old age."

17.

"Daddy, when you have another kid, you can't like them more than me okay?" Kasumi insists. "I'll still be number one."

"I haven't even met the bastard yet and you already vaulted past marriage to kids," Katsuki says, flickering her forehead. "Why would I even want another brat?"

18.

"Why do you want to find him a partner so much?" Izuku asks.

"Daddy told me he didn't know how to love me at first, but I grew on him like a terrible fungus," Kasumi says cheerfully. "Since then, he's always put me first, so it's now his turn to find someone who put him first."

19.

"I just got you the 2nd best birthday present ever!" Katsuki snorts. "You?"

Kasumi pouts. "No, Daddy, it's a date!" she reveals. "You know, I'm the best thing to ever happened to you."

"Sometimes, I doubt that," he says dryly.

20.

"This is Midoriya-san," Kasumi excitedly introduces.

Abruptly, Katsuki raises his fist and launches it forward.

Eyes wide, she screeches, "Daddy!"

The wall behind Izuku crumbles under the force of his fist, but Izuku remains unflinching. "Hello, Kacchan," he greets ruefully.

[urpaperboy]

Ramble all your rambles about Charlie and Haydin if you have em I beg of you *gets on my knees and prays for you to bring your light down to me*/lh

omg u just unleashed a monster cause I HAVE A LOT!!

OKAY OKAY i have like a lot of stuff !! So imma make them like points

I made a Comic today of Little Haydin and Little Charlie and came up with an idea of a Nickname Charlie would’ve given Haydin, its Hayds!!

Sitting at the top of apartment complex just to examine the city and stars feels like something they would do together (Haydin has a thing for Stars :])

LITERALLY FOR THE DAMN FUN OF IT I THOUGHT OF THIS,,, THEY BOTH GO TO CHUCK E. CHEESE AND PLAY GAMES AND EAT OVER THERE

You know that yellow clock ride they have over at Chuck E. Cheese?? The one that goes up and then back down, Yeah I had this thought that Charlie would get on it just to prove something to Haydin, poor dude gets stuck and Haydin is just standing there laughing. But dw he helps him out after

They’d probably also just keep some of the tokens from there to themselves

The moment Chuck comes out for that mini dance party for the little kids, Haydin looks at Charlie with a smirk and say “AWHH CHARLIE.. DIDNT KNOW YOU HAD A CLONE” with Charlie telling him to shut up and just covering up his mouth quickly just out of sheer embarrassment.

Funny thing I talked to somebody about: Charlie does the whole “would you still love me if I was worm?” to Haydin and he’d just respond with leaving for a moment only to come back with some worm costume and say “Put this on and then we’ll see” (Spoiler Alert: He loves it)

If it wasn’t obvious, Haydin is taller than Charlie, So imagine the amount of times Haydin would pick on him for being short (tho I think Charlie would enjoy that–/j../hj?)

Haydin used to live with a Horrible family so, he either lied about going to some other friends house or snuck out to Charlie’s House just to hang out with him (Haydin’s Family have like a DEEP HATE for him)

Depending on what activity Haydin’s parents had him doing, if there was some sort of presentation, Charlie would go and just support his best friend and probably give a gift after the presentation in secret

STILL CHARLIE FINDING SOMETHING TO COMPARE HAYDIN’S EYES TO AND THEY COME OUT DUMB BUT CUTE, Haydin is just thinking “He’s stupid but so goddamn adorable.”

The whole writing notes to each other in a classroom they are in together AND STILL DOING IT WHEN THEIR ADULTS,, sighhhhh yeah <33

Okay also stupid of me to do but i had like some ship name for them…… Caydin/Harlie-.

If Charlie is a stinky boy, Haydin throws him into a bathtub with a bunch of bubbles and just says “You’re not coming out of there until I see a beam of light reflect off of you.”

Charlie have any ripped piece of Clothing? Haydin comes in with a sewing kit and sews it up quickly.

When Haydin had long hair, it felt like Charlie could lay his head on his and just take a tiny nap, they were nice

Okay uh lemme put an affectionate type one, they both just kiss each others scars, big or small. No matter what happened they’re both just happy to have one another. <33

Haydin has a new redesign (will post eventually) and he has shorter hair now. I like to think that in the hopes that if he ever ran into Charlie again once he went back to the city, he’d look like a super badass best friend.

Charlie’s pet name for the lis is Casper/Cas, i like to think that when Haydin heard it the first time, he sorta just stood there like “should I think this is cute and just say I wanna make out or think this is just him being him??”

Haydin’s form of flirting would be either “your looking submissive and breedable ” or literally any flirty like in Spanish since that is his second language but when he’s serious about something, he just compliments Charlie and ramble about everything he loves about him.

You and I by d4vd is a them song tbh

Uh,,, yeah if it isn’t noticeable i love them so much,,, i love haydin SO SO MUCH…. and im happy to see people like him as well <33

[sioster]

Violence & blood below weewoo

@obsecure-pluto Here's the chapter 5 snippet I mentioned I wrote some time ago- keep in mind that I wrote this like 5 months ago without proofreading so it can be a bit stinky. There's also a bit of rambling included before the snippet to set up the scene 👍

Also orange text is context I added rn to make it more understandable

Wil shows up to the place of the coords and sees. the last person hoped this alarm was about. few roofs away stands his most despised enemy out of all that he has met in his superhero career

dream/zmora doesn't notice him until hes running and about to punch him in the back of his head, wils just very unhappy forgiv him. wil jumpscares dream and they just fight, dream desperately tries to not hit him, especially not in the spots that were affected by the accident (remember that hes still v guilty about the whole identity thing /this wasn't mentioned in the original post but to treat wil, dream had to unmask him without consent/) while wil just has none of this and on top of just being annoyed by the sole existance of dream, theres this pent up anger about what happened- how could he be so careless and not see that fire coming? /this wasn't mentioned either, wil blew himself up cuz of sapnap's fire that dream redirected/ he could have just taken a step back, moved out of the way,- anything-

and now what? he has to deal with constant pain everytime he moves from those stupid burns- the fact that, that guy can just- tell the entire world about who he really is-

and he lost a part of his hand-

now that he was out and free, he was so frustrated with everything. /as in he left civilian-dream's flat- be wasn't kept there by force tho- the doors were always open, wil was just too injuried to leave yet/

he couldnt even catch a break! the second he was out, he had to go to the stupid meeting, and now fight with an even stupider, full of himself, annoying, awful, green maggot that has wormed its way into his life and infested it with all of its putrid ways of being

with a single strong push dream loses his footing and hits his head on the border of the roof

-----

With a sickening sound and a gasp cut short, his head cracks open staining the grey concrete with blood. Even if it's hard to see it in the dark, lights from the street under them illuminates bright enough to let Wilbur see the shining, dark liquid pooling under Dream's head.

The Hero takes half a step back, the cold night breeze making him shiver.

There's silence.

The furious, hot embers in his chest dimming for a second, only to return twice as red with hate.

Deathly still face frozen in time, hidden behind dark bandages, turns into an ugly grimace splitting it into two wrinkled halves.

He leans over and grabs the collar of the dirty green suit, making his Enemy's head softly lull into his direction.

"You've made my blood boil so many times, for you to just stop doing what you've always done, and die?" He sneered "Was all of this just to f- with me?"

He shook his fists still full of the green cloth, dragging the bleeding body with it. Burning amber eyes were scrunched with frustration as they tried to find any sings of an answer to the spitten out questions.

"Answer me!"

But there was no answer, only a quiet gurgle coming from behind the ever smiling mask.

"You haven't even tried to fight me this time! Did you think that I'm too weak? That I would just surrender without you even doing a single move? That I'm just some poor imitation of a superhero with no powers?" He clenched his teeth and started shaking the man whose coppery tang of blood started to engulf both of them "Do you think that you're better than me?! Do you think that I can't even help myself?! That I need someone to take care of me because I was hurt too badly?!"

The honey eyes lost their brightness as salty tears began pooling in theirs corners. Face no longer wrinkled, he let out a shallow breath.

"Why the hell am I talking to a corpse. It's not like he ever used his voice when alive either.

With shaky hands he let go of the ghostly pale human, and put them under his arms searching for any kind of warmth. Averting his gaze, he shivered once more.

A strong tremor accompanied by choking, violently shook the crimson stained figure. Out of the corner of his eyes, Wilbur saw even more blood coming from under the mask.

He did not do anything to help the surprisingly alive man, only observed with squinted eyes just like a predator waiting for a reason to strike.

As if they were submerged in the sea, desperate gasps to get some air in one's lungs and muffled words filled the space around them. The Hero looked at the drowning man, face scrunched in disgust.

When the uncontrollable shaking and distorted, wailed sentences became too much, he turned around and teared off the smiling mask off of his enemy's face "What now? Suddenly eager to fight for your life? You damned-"

He froze.

There, teary eyed and with a broke nose, was a familiar face. The face of the civilian who took care of him without asking. Who didn't mind how untrustful he was. Who didn't care about wasting bandages on him.

The face of the man who made him want to scream in hatred and cry of frustration without an end in sight.

The face of the human he just watched almost suffocate in his own blood.

With bitter tears trailing down purple cheeks, red teeth and trembling lips the Villain spoke.

"I'm so sorry"

Blood streaming down the pale chin bubbled one last time and the regretful, green eyes rolled back into the blonde's head.

The Hero stood paralyzed.

[aeimygdala]

having an incredible few days! sarcasm. ants got into my compost bin, which mostly is an insect and worms and frogs and larvae and gastropod bin with strong ventilation bc I'm not interested in micromanaging compost and just like looking at the little guys that go inside and eat things. I don't want the ants them hurting the other guys, so I moved the bin a ways away and realized the ants are going into cracks in the walls of the house. and so I had to sadly decide to kill them, even tho i wouldn't ever kill anthills normally.

we had granular ant bait so I scattered that. I did not realize it was several Years old like pre-2020 and was WAY expired. somehow, this seems to have repelled and revolted the ants, and is probably the reason why they showed up 20feet away in another wall, the cracks between the counter and the wall of our kitchen that needs new caulk

I walk in to take my nighttime medicine a few hours after dinner and dishes and cleaning the kitchen, and they're well into making themself at home getting crumbs out of crevices and scouting the sink and shit...

so now we need to get new and more types of ant killer because they are in my house and I don't like them in my house. my mom isn't, like, Mad at me, it's just a pain the the ass

I KNOW it has to be because they really hate the expired ant killer. like NONE of them wanted to be around it after I placed it and completely evacuated the area.

this is so stupid and exhausting. I just didn't want ants hurting the guys in my stinky compost bin :(

[screampied]

hii pretty baby!!!!! HIGURUMA IS BACKKKKKK, omg i’m like ready to give him the biggest reward for coming back home. me and the kids missed him a lot 😔

yes, i have 5 dogs!! four of them are rescued or the children of ones my family rescued and passed away. but the one that murdered the pigeon is a pitbull. she is lovely and charming, and this is not at all a normal occurrence, but we think the pigeon got inside through our yard and she got scared. this reminded of my latest cat and how she would bring lizards and rats over, and give to my sibling, who might i add, has a phobia of those two animals. she was a lil bitch and i miss her everyday.

omg, i know right? like toji might be looking stinky sometimes, but that man’s wallet is as big and thick as his cock. he just likes to spend most of it with stupid bets, but he has money. give him a sugar baby, he just needs a new hobby! on god, i would’ve send you, but that shit flopped, i’m just waiting for a bit to see if it gets better, idk.

THE WORM DOESNT LOOK SOFT. it’s an ugly think, probably smells like trash and i’m gagging already. KINGSNAKES ARE SO CUTE!!! AND THE NAME??? adorable, gimme 14 of those.

toji would 1. be the happiest man alive, 2. be the saddest man alive. i fully believe he would go around and steal peoples money. like someone by his side got a large amount, next second they are dropped out on the floor and mr. toji just got the bowl of coins!

oh, makes sense. i’m not gonna lie i thought the vaseline would go somewhere more..well, you know.

five languages? you’re so cool!!!! and i love those languages name, so unique. i speak my native language, obviously, english, italian and bits and bits of korean. i can however understand spanish, french, and for some fucking reason russian? dad says i should be a linguistic because i have facility to learn languages. i think it’s cool, i want to go back to french (i used to speak as a infant because of my dad), and learn japanese.

question for today is sweet or salty food? and who do you think has the prettiest cock in jjk? i was wondering that these days and i fully believe is gojo.

OH, AND BY THE FUCKING WAY, I READ YOUR RECENT ONE…. WHAT WAS THAT? need suguru’s head glued to my pussy 😔

nut anon

NUTTY MCNUTSAR 🙆‍♀️

HIIIIII omg pookie i got sick again istg my immune system hates me like . i was dying in bed alllll day yesterday but we lived 🫡 YESSSS HIGURUMA’S BACK WE STAN. im so curious as to how he survived bc ????? but at least he’s safe 🙂‍↕️ now its sukuna n choso’s turn YAY.

you have five dogs :(((( ugh i love dogs. literally my comfort animal. i have three. i grew up around dogs my whole life aaaaughh. i wanna get a husky one day bc they r just so cute n i love their eyes sm. so cute 🥹🥹 i have a pit bull too but she’s mixed with black lab and she’s such a sweetheart. she’s the baby of the trio but she’s always getting into trouble </3 she loves going through my closet for whateverrrr reason.

not toji’s wallet as big and thick as his cock 💀. see !!!!!!!!! i try to tell my moots this all the time but they call me delusional for defending a broke man like WHAT. no one can go band for band w toji, he has a literal hell cat and stacks for days wbk !!!!!!!

STOPPPPP WORMYGURO’S SO CUTE :(((( i just wanna poke it. kinda reminds me of slime. WHY DO U HATE HIM SO MUCH HELPDOIGKH. personally, i think his worm would smell like roses :’)

LMAO UR SO RIGHT. and omg, i saw this video on twitter where this guy in new york runs up to someone on a train and steals their salad and runs away. why do i kinda feel like toji would do that to people in las vegas help 😭😭😭😭 he could steal my food any day <3

really …… what did you think i meant ……. 🧿 i would have said lip gloss too but yk its not a fashion show its survival so 🐩

thank youuuu !!!!!!! ackkk im learning italian also !!! im just taking a break tho but its such a pretty language, french also. korean omg you’re so cool, i wanna learn korean / mandarin one day. is korean hard? ouuugh i wanna learn russian also.

hmmmm i think i prefer sweet foods. prettiest cock in jjk, maybe gojo, suguru, or nanami

TEHEHEH THANKYOU FOR READING MWAH

[fridakahloblvd]

the one time I trust an old white woman, I lose an eye…

I mean, sURE, there were some red flags. her potions didn’t work, and she talked with innuendo. her smile was kinda creepy, and she seemed a little too eager to talk to me.

I’m just humoring her at this point because she’s just a frail old woman lmao. I’m a sorcerer, I can tell she’s a little loopy.

but she was harmless! I find her and she’s surrounded by two young men who are threatening her. she had no weapons! they’re calling her a hag! 🙄 I get it, she’s a weird old lady, but that’s not a crime.

and I’m not buying this story about their sister! who’s to say she didn’t run off on her own volition? I know the genre we’re in! we meet so many star crossed lovers in act 1! maybe she didn’t like her home life! maybe her brothers are abusive!! Idk!!

so what was i supposed to do?! i met her first, and she was nice to me! she’s Auntie!! i tell them to leave her alone and they point their swords at me! and at this point I’m like lvl 2 or 3, so we easily kill them.

and it’s mostly just because I find her funny, Idk. I find Volo annoying, but I think Auntie’s great so maybe I’m just dumb. I role played the Volo surgery and save scummed back before that because I KNEW he was a bumbling idiot.

The letter the sister left behind doesn’t help either. I don’t know what to think of this situation, I just hope that the sister is safe and sound wherever she is.

Anyway, I go off. Auntie tells me to meet up with her as thanks, I go and fight the goblins and gnolls. the game tells me that I’m not ready to go after the Gith, so I decide that I’m ready to meet back up with Auntie.

I’m following the quest marker, when I step onto the sunlit wetlands. something happens, like a weird blast that changes the area into a stinky bog. ok. whatever. there’s some sheep and they’re highlighted so I grab Wyll to go talk to them.

but they turn into…gnomes? ok. whatever. there’s an illusion going on and these gnomes are trying to pass off as sheep. so I humor them. I “baa” at them. the only other options are to confront or attack them. I don’t feel like starting shit, so I let them be. maybe it’s a kink or they’re being method? I don’t judge.

so I bound up the stairs in this dispelled illusion bog-turned-wetland and there’s Auntie!

…with a young woman. and she’s forcing homegirl to overeat, telling her that she’s eating for two. and again…I’m not stupid. I clock the weird vibes. that’s Marcy what’s her name. the little sister. And Auntie’s being really cruel to her, threatening Marcy to finish her food.

I’ve read Hansel and Gretel, I know a thing or two about child eating witches. so I say something to Auntie, like “hmm. Marcy. ain’t that the name of the little sister of the two guys I killed for you?” like what’s up with that?

and she just tells me to shut it, that she doesn’t like busybodies. Astarion tells me to leave well enough alone, and not worry about strangers. Wyll and Lae’zel stay silent and just stand behind me with their arms crossed. and I suddenly wish I had brought Gale along because I’m romancing him. and he’s a wizard so he’s gotta have some expertise with all this.

but he’s not here. and then Auntie’s telling me that I gotta give up my eye in exchange for getting the worm out. and I’m just letting shit happen at this point because I wanna see where this leads.

so I say ok. but then she says she’s gotta get her long nails for this job. and I’m like, “huh?”

and she transforms into a big gnomish monster. a hag. and I’m just looking at her not knowing what to think. because just because she’s a hag, doesn’t mean she’s evil! right?

(I’d just listened to NADDPOD’s Twilight Santorum four shot and there was a nice hag there so I might’ve been biased. it’s a really funny and surprisingly heartbreaking story. the ending is so good)

Long story short, she pulls my eye out and then freaks out when she sees the worm. apparently it’s been tampered with. duh. we know. but she’s mad at ME, and says the deals off. and kicks me out.

WHAT. like…how rude. she’s like “oh I COULD do it. but I won’t. you’re not getting your eye back, but here’s a lil gift. piss off” and I just had to laugh! because what??

anyway, I’m tempted to save scum and go back and try to kill her I guess.

[kirbythefifth]

This saying is so stupid. Like, what does it even mean? Is it rude to the person I speak to if I say I am not insane and mentally broken enough to feel attraction to a worm? They're stinky, stupid, no skeleton, and look kinda dumb.

Would you?