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Ooh, Chrono Trigger reference! Nice! … Also get healed or something idk.

reblog to heal the person you reblogged this from

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Holy Shit!!!

Bill Braun creates paintings that look like construction paper!

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I fucking hate it here

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I could use the luck.

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meh, might as well.

Time for a new Jelly, new good vibes! Good luck everyone, it’s gunna be good soon

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I AUDIBLY GASPED. GOODNIGHT

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Ah, this is simultaneously really sad, really funny, and really heartwarming. Truly, Mordred deserves all the hugs.

Also, this kind of reminds me of a scene I’ve had in my head for the past however long about the ocs I plan to use for a webcomic. To be specific, the scene involves my oc, Doran Waxwain, a wizard who had a truly awful childhood, is sitting around the campfire with the rest of the main cast and the party’s ever optimistic bard, Calliope Van Trite, is asking the group about their respective childhoods. Doran finds this annoying and makes snide comments throughout everyone else’s stories. When it gets to be his turn, Doran is cagey and evasive about his past, until the main character, Roswitha, makes a comment about how Doran’s childhood couldn’t be THAT bad, trying to goad him into spilling. Doran takes umbrage with this and proceeds to go on a rant about how his first memory is of his parents pushing him into a snake pit so he could harvest sea-snake venom (his parents were poor but ambitious and entirely bereft of care for their children and would force them to take dangerous jobs from unscrupulous employers to make extra money). This proceeds to shut everyone up for the rest of the night.

Funnily enough though, unlike Mordred, Doran very much knows what a birthday is. In fact, the incident which, more or less, ruined his life was on his 9th birthday. I won’t get into it for sake of time, but let’s just say it involved demonic/draconic possession, physical mutation, and a whole lot of property damage.

Arturia: When's your birthday?

Mordred: What?

Arturia: I just remembered that I never found out your birthday and I wish to know. For reasons.

Mordred: What are you talking about?

Arturia: I have no reason to tell you my reasons!

Mordred: No, what's that word you keep using?

Arturia: ... Reasons?

Mordred: No, the one with a b.

Arturia: ... Mordred, do you not know what a birthday is? How is that even possible? Didn't Morgan celebrate it?

Mordred: I have literally never seen Mother happy. Or content. Or anything that wasn't a scary cold rage.

Arturia: ... Mordred, what was your childhood like?

Mordred: Well my earliest memory was helping Mother with her experiments.

Arturia: Okay that doesn't sound so bad-

Mordred: I dropped the spleen and she hit me. Then she sent me to bed without dinner. She kept me locked up in a small room most of the time-

Mordred: -I just wanted to stay outside for a little bit more. I mean, it smelled like dirty water and rotting flesh down there! But Mother forced me back down there and withheld dinner again-

Mordred: -How was I suppose to know that book was cursed and meant for you? I had terrible nightmares for a week and I'm pretty sure Mother broke a rib in her mood.-

Mordred: -I cried for Mother to let me out of the snake but she just kept screaming at me and telling me I either cut myself out or get digested. ... It smelled so bad in there.-

Mordred: *tearing up* -I was so happy that we were eating together. For the first time, she didn't yell at me or lock me away. And then the poison kicked in-

Mordred: -And then she told me to go stab you and I left for Camelot.

Arturia: ...

Mordred: What?

Arturia: *grabs Mordred and holds her close* I love you Mordred.

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Funnily enough, that last one is basically the religious views of the arcanist upperclass of the netherese empire from the forgotten realms d&d setting.

Also, in my own setting, Rubedo, one of the most powerful wizards in the setting is the older half-brother of the guy who ascended to become the new god of arcane magic and thus refuses to worship him on the general principle of not wanting to worship his little brother.

Tired of stories where the author worldbuilds a whole religion only to chicken out at the last moment by making the main character a skeptic. You mean to tell me that there’s all this richness in lore and culture, but you’ve trapped me with the one person in this society who doesn’t care about it? So bland. I could meet an agnostic easily enough by walking down the street, but your story is my one chance to hear the perspective of someone who follows whatever religion you’ve contrived. You made this whole world; convince me that your character really is from there.

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"I know chatgpt is bad but you just don't really have any choice" you literally do. Don't use it. Have some moral backbone.

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Finally figured out how to permanently disable google assistant on phone

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I'm more of a Yukari Akiyama fan, myself.

Behold, the floofiest tank-autist in all of existence!

Girls und Panzer. Best girl. Who?

(for me it's Mako Reizei)

I havent seen it but Ive always like the look of the tiny russian girl Katyusha.

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you’ve come across akko of the purest YAY, and are now blessed with finding your YAY this year

reblog this to spread the little witch’s YAY around the world

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Keep believing Akko!

Keep believing, Akko! :3

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As a lover of Phineas and Ferb and classical history, how couldn’t I reblog?

Mammu! Finius and Ferbingetorix built Rome in a day!