#good luck anon..

[waterthatsmoe]

I'm really tempted to throw a bucket of water on Vil

Just to see what happens

[queenwille]

ethnostates are bad

true

revise on the true meaning of “from the river to the sea” for a real ethnostate shocker

[retquits]

Does Monroe have liked/loved gifts? 👉👈 Asking so I know what items I can throw at him to befriend him

LOL yes he does!! uhh .... erm ....... you may notice a theme,

(this is technically not finalized until the game is finished, but ... you probably get the idea 💦)

[bad-traffic-smp-ideas]

Building my body :)

👁️👁️🩸🧠🩸💀🫁🦴🦴🦴🩸🦴🫀🩸🩸🦴🦴🩸🦴🦴

Thank you for the pardon lungs! I'm laughing so hard I fear I would not be able to breathe without them ^^

[insertdisc5]

Please bear with me, if you have time I’d love to learn and I have a few questions about ISAT worldbuilding:

1. Is there a general time period that ISAT is based in? I’m assuming maybe the 16th or 17th century. Indoor plumbing didn’t become widely available to commoners until the 19th century, so do the villagers just use outhouses in their town? I assume the sinks in ISAT have buckets of water separately you pour into instead of fossetts with running water. Same with tech. I assume because of anxiety meds that medication is pretty modern but something like a pulse oximeter or cars wouldn’t exist in the ISAT world.

2. Does Dormont have a distinct alphabet different from any real world languages? Or not really.

3. This might be a dumb question, but do a lot of people live in the house? Like a college dorm/apartment sort of situation? Are there more houses around dormont or is what we see all there is in terms of housing?

4. Are there any specific swears that people call each other? Not slurs obviously (I wouldn’t ask for anything like that 😨) but things like the word b*st*rd, specifically derogatory words for people you don’t like? Or is that sort of thing unacceptable in the ISAT world and swear words for people don’t exist?

(i start crying and screaming in fear real loud)

[hellsitegenetics]

i'm only 14, however i didn't understand this gimmick blog last year, since i hadn't learned about it in school.

i bring great news, i have been enlightened bro

i can now enjoy this blog to the fullest extent.

i feel like a fish who had been trapped in a bowl introduced to the splendor that is his home, the ocean

thank you

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[does-this-character-eat-pussy]

I literally do not care if a character likes any particular thing in bed, but since we started off strong with Dale, I think it would be LOVELY to see Gordon Cole get the recognition he deserves, since he lost his poll on BOTH "is this character good in bed" blogs, and that's.... That's insane.

[chipper-smol]

Can I try to rizz up ophi 🌼

[canonical-transformation]

What is genshin lore even about 😭

(CW: unhelpful tongue in cheek. My best attempt at "accurate" but it depends which in game lore you trust.)

Firstly, Teyvat has its own "laws", so write that down.

Among the greatest of these laws is Fate, which the god of wisdom calls "the ultimate knowledge" because we... we don't know the future? Fate cannot be changed; also, Fate can be changed, and subverted, and superceded, if you try hard enough. Fate is inscribed wrITTEN in the sTaRS of the (false?) sky, which seems to be where the Shades live.

Fate is also the Ley Lines, which are memory, which is artifacts; memory is also Ararakalari, which is good for defeating Big Iron Chunks. If you don't have Ley Lines, use a dying angel and a cursed immortal soldier to make your own. If you don't have these, an Alberich will do, too.

Another law of Teyvat is stop trying to make gestalt consciousnesses. It didn't work for King Remus, it didn't work for Rene de Petrichor and his Narzissekreuz Ordo, it didn't work for King Deshret— or did it? Historians disagree on the exact manner of his demise—so no, you may not hire postdocs for your rebranded sentience slurry. For all we know Gosoythoth is a gestalt consciousness. Gosoythoth is of the Abyss. Haborym tells us the Abyss has no innate intelligence, though perhaps it's more accurate to call it a non-sentient animalistic intelligence. There's also the Abyss Order, which doesn't appear to be affiliated with the Five Sinners, but is affiliated with the former royalty of Khaenri'ah, a nation which I am not going to mention again due to commitment to the bit.

Teyvat, everyone agrees, is a continent of seven nations. (Well, seven nations plus an autonomous Snezhnayan protectorate(?) that's really well known for using moon magic or something. But that's a retconned protectorate so despite it probably being the grave of one or more moon sisters, good luck finding any mention of Nod-Krai outside of limited-time events. As Haborym once said: "Oh, them?, yeah, they seem cool. I guess go check them out in version six? There's plot stuff there, and yeah it's a detour that the pre-1.0 roadmap never mentioned but the journey is what matters.") The seven nations are were administered by seven Archons, who each sit on one of the Seven Thrones and each have their own Gnosis an average of one Gnosis. The Gnoses are the bones of the Third Descender. Who was that, you ask? Anyway, the Thrones and Gnoses correspond to the Seven Elements. The fact that there are seven Elements appears to be a historical contingency, based on the political division of the powers of Light back in Nibelung's reign, when he and his seven Dragon Sovereigns once ruled the world.

This was long before the days when the divine envoys walked among humanity.

If the phrase "divine envoys" made you jump in your seat, you have issues. You know who else had issues, eventually? The unified civilisation that once spanned Teyvat: a seeming federation of city states that predated the Seven Archons, containing a mix of humans and divine envoys (angels?). They were created by the Primordial One, who #descended upon Nibelung's dragon civilisation declaring terra nullius and won the ensuing war. TL;DR, they got colonised. (...though "colony" implies an imperial core, whereas the Primordial One was seemingly acting alone. Sometimes eldritch entities just show up in Teyvat from the implied void between worlds, like a cosmic whale seeking magic water. Actual example btw.)

The Primordial One may have been Phanes. (Who? Great question.) Phanes(?) had four shades, including Ronova, who controls death (not to be confused with the Big Dipper star "Beidou"), and Istaroth, who was the moment, who was every moment. (Tellingly, she was Kairos — details on subtleties here.) Phanes(?) and its shades also created the so-called Human Realm, with the subjugated Dragon Vishaps mostly confined to their native Light Realm. There was also the Void Realm, likely the aforementioned void between worlds, some of which is likely the so-called Abyss. Anyway Phanes(?) had a plan for the humanity it had created. It loved them dearly. Luckily the path to temptation had already been sealed, whatever that means.

Everything changed when the Second Who Came arrived. This Second Descender may have been the [artifact leaks] who intended to [artifact leaks] [artifact leaks] but instead [artifact leaks]. Either way, this Descender brought forbidden knowledge: likely just the kind censored by the Shades, but maaaybe the Abyssal kind that killed two gods millennia later.

War was rekindled. Phanes's(?) faction, the eventual victors, quashed heresy with a rain of Divine Nails: a mix between kinetic bombardment and AoE terraforming!curses. Humanity's world got flip-turned upside down. In the case of one Liyue city, literally upside down...... or was it everyone else who got flipped? #specialrelativity Tsurumi got shrouded in a fog of menace., seemingly unrelated to the time loop some millennia later. Sal Vindagnyr got a permawinter, and the princess could not complete her mural even as the priest made his pilgrimage. Byakuyakoku fell beneath the sea, where they invented Greece and child scapegoats. Sumeru's original forests turned to desert. (Speculative: Fontaine got FRIKEE'd, a technical term for getting displaced several nautical miles into the air and not coming back down.) Mondstadt doesn't appear to have been directly nailed but it's also developmentally centuries behind all its peers, as if someone took an industrial revolution setting and then added the blandest medieval fantasy elements to it because BotW comparisons sell.

The ruins of the unified civilisation litter Teyvat and their architecture can be found everywhere — they loved their Celtic knots. For the low cost of some petrified Moon resin that apparently only Descenders secrete, you can poke at their old Irminsul shrines (their Leylines now infested with monsters) for access to the memories within the Leylines.

According to Wolfy, who is a fictional character and also real, the Envoys were cursed in various ways, largely being turned into Seelies: shadows of themselves forever guiding lost travellers home. (According to Fischl, who is also a fictional character and also also real, the kingdom of eternal darkness that is shrouded from the heavens shall eventually re-emerge and punish the wicked usurpers: this is foretold by Fate.) There are various exceptions: Nabu Malikata; Yohualtechutin. The one mentioned by Wolfy is Nicole Reeyn, who is the second-most Seelie coded character in the game because she likes being a good guide.

Seemingly later there was the Gnoses and the Archon War (at least in Liyue and Inazuma) and then there was nobody left who shared the memories of osmanthus wine so dear to Morax, besides the several dozen illuminated beast vassals, in his employ, and also Marchosias, who got Rukkhadevata'd, a term that is the opposite of getting Arama'd. (Arama was an Aranara but then they had to be a worldtree. Rukkhadevata was

More recently, there was the Siege of Poisson. Parsifal was there [citation needed][disputed]. Possibly because of this, Tenoch and Bosacius died soon after, and a whole lot of Hilichurls got made. Stars fell from the skies, and according to the promotional Xbox wings one of them was once the scion of a glorious kingdom.

[ask-spiderpool]

[blackknight-kai]

Hi, so i’m a lurker but I kinda decided to stop lurking and personally want to request if you can maybe write a headcanon of the Destined one or Sun Wukong when reader would occassionally glances at them but its only because Reader have a crush on them and is trying to play it off that they dont have a crush

Also love your writing-

Here you go!! One for each :) just because I feel like they’d be a bit different. (Also you’re so kind for saying you like my stuff 🫶🫶🫶)

You’ve got a crush but aren’t trying to be sussed out yet? Oh boy. Poor you. He’s noticed. 100% noticed you looking at him and the little awkward thing you do when you look away quickly.

Destined One:

- [ ] Does NOT know what you’re staring at him for.

- [ ] Absolute idiot when it comes to romance, he’s been too focused on his journey to care about that kind of stuff.

- [ ] Completely lost. Starts to wonder if maybe there’s something stuck in his fur or maybe you think he stinks or something, he doesnt know.

- [ ] It’s giving him a complex because WHY does he catch you eyeing him so much? (And why does it get under his skin?)

- [ ] Do you want to fight him? Is he doing something strange?

- [ ] Starts watching you closer than he already was, probably squints/frowns deeper when he catches your eyes lingering on him before you quickly turn away. His tail will start to twitch with annoyance because WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT AND WHY WONT YOU TELL ME?

- [ ] Does he look weird? Is there food stuck in his chin fur?

- [ ] It bothers him in more ways than one. Again, now he’s aware of it he cant stop wondering about it but also, the more he see’s you do it the more awkward he acts and he gets a bit shy about it.

- [ ] Makes his fur ruffle and makes him twitchy.

- [ ] Starting to like the way you look at him, eventually he will figure out WHY he likes it.

- [ ] Don’t stare at other people though because he wants your eyes on him regardless of if he realizes it or not. It will annoy him because he thought you only glanced / stared at HIM.

- [ ] Over time he will notice if your cheeks tint pink. It’s going to make him VERY intent on you and your flustered state. He’s already pretty intense anyway but now you’re going to have his full attention as he tries to decide if maybe look him makes you sick or something. Which he would HATE.

- [ ] He’d gonna start showing off (fighting or mundane tasks) especially if he notices you staring at certain moments - this will be an unconscious act at first before deliberate.

- [ ] At some point he is going to grab your chin as you look away and silently demand you tell him why you’re staring at him so much.

Wukong:

- [ ] He clocked you glancing at him almost immediately. He’s too vain and aware not to.

- [ ] That said, he doesnt know WHY. At first.

- [ ] He’s used to people staring, he does make a spectacle of himself very often. And in his mind, why shouldn’t people stare at him? He’s amazing and all the synonyms of that word. So at first he doesnt mind it since he figures you’ll get your fill of whatever it is you’re looking at him for.

- [ ] When you dont though and he keeps catching you looking at him, well now hes curious. A curious Wukong is a dangerous thing.

- [ ] Your glances are starting to get under his fur too. Because WHY are you peeking at him?

- [ ] If others were to do it he wouldn’t care, outside of maybe using it to start a fight with them, but you? Regardless of if he realizes it or not he’s falling for you and your eyes on him makes him feel tingly.

- [ ] He’s going to start testing you. Will definitely pretend he doesn’t notice you looking for a while.

- [ ] But he’s going to start doing certain things to note exactly WHEN you stare at him so he can determine WHY. Because apparently you dont want him to know, and he going to store that nugget for future mischievous opportunities.

- [ ] But also, what if you know something he doesnt? That isnt going to slide.

- [ ] So he watches you carefully as he purposely does things to see your different reactions to them.

- [ ] He’s gonna figure you out real fast though especially when your cheeks flush pink while you were staring at his chest, his shirt had gone a little more loose than normal (might have done that on purpose).

- [ ] He is going to have the fattest smirk on his face and his tail is going to swish behind him like the arrogant jerk he is. You like him. Or at least find him pleasing to look at.

- [ ] He’s going to amp up his “do things to make them stare” mission.

- [ ] “Oops I spilled on my shirt, I guess I have to take it off” or “look at me while I do this ridiculous unnecessary show of strength” kind of shit and always right in your view.

- [ ] As much as seeing you try to cover your tracks is funny and amusing to him, eventually he’s going to get impatient with it.

- [ ] He is gonna call you out. - however THAT conversation turns out is up to you.

- [ ] But now that it’s out in the open he’s going to make sure that whenever he does something he is going to look over at you expectantly like ‘Are you watching? Yeah you’re watching. Of course you are.’

[rubyceleste]

spare carcar thought to get me through finals week?

screw a carcar thought, get a carcar ficlet

oscar/carlos prompt: truth or dare

It’s fucking stupid.

He’s the only one sober enough to think so, he knows, so his ‘Aren’t we a bit old for that ?’ falls on deaf ears, safe for Lando’s who just elbows him and calls him a killjoy. So he shuts up and forces himself to stick around and bear the sight of Max having to drink a shot of tequila out of his teammate’s navel. 

Mark told him to make an effort, so he’s trying but fuck he doesn’t know for how long if that means it ends like that every single time. He takes a swig of his beer, tries to feel a spark of excitement at the energy around him. 

It’s been a bit tough lately. He’s been told to lighten up more times than he can recall, and something is parching. Something is stuck in the crevices of his planned-out days, wound tightly together, sandpapered smooth. 

He thought, maybe, dragging himself to the life of the party would make it better. Instead, he feels like a kid who hates his own birthday, forcing a smile for the picture, only thinking about the moment he’s allowed to remove the sad looking birthday hat digging lines into his face. Out of place. Ungrateful. And it won’t get better until he finds it. What’s missing.

Surprisingly, something else finds him. Brown, wide, panicked eyes. It’s ridiculous how huge they are. 

He doesn’t have the time to inquire about why Sainz looks like a fawn about to be run over, before he feels Jack nudging his shoulder.

“Pucker up, Piastri.”

What ? 

“What ?” He quirks an eyebrow up, takes another sip.

“Sainz just got dared to kiss you.” He suddenly gets closer. His breath reeks of whiskey, and his eyes are so bloodshot, Oscar’s concerned he might pop a vessel. “On the mouth.”

As, he was saying, fucking stupid. Especially because he knew it’d end up with them deciding to totally erase the ‘truth’ out of ‘truth and dare’ just to dare stupid shit like this. Especially because he knew he’d be dragged into it. Even worse, dragged into it with the one guy on the grid he’s unable to have regular human interactions with.

Yes hello Carlos, fist bump ? Oh no, thumbs-up okay- wait, shit, fist bump still ? Okay- uh alright, why thumbs up again ? Oh you know what fuck off. I mean thanks, bye. Whatever. 

The guy doesn’t even seem keen on it, all wide-eyed, terrified void-sucking orbs that he’s seen casted at him more times than he’d like to remember. Glued to his seat, fingers tightly clutching his jeans. Painting a picture of sheer enthusiasm.

He feels eyes on him. He sighs, puts his bottle down on the table, decides to take a head-first dive into uncharted territories. Carlos’ eyes somehow find the space to widen. 

“What, I need to get up too ?” He says. Proceeds to ignore the catcalls, the barking, the fists slammed on whatever surface they reach. Bunch of animals.

It doesn’t seem to make things easier on Carlos, who walks towards him with a reticence that doesn’t resemble him. Still his gaze is locked into his. Frightened, but determined. Preyed on, but tempted. 

Carlos is good-looking. He doesn’t only notice it now that he’s standing right in front of him. He’s seen it a bunch of times, for a bunch of years. In the paddock, on a screen, face to face, in dreams. Beautiful. Hair a bit tousled from nightly effusions, pretentious monogrammed shirt sliding off his collarbone.

So sure, what the hell.

Oscar has both his arms perched behind him on the couch, doesn’t move an inch, but still, the invitation couldn’t be clearer.

Carlos stays idly for a second, and then he bends towards Oscar. Slow, steadying his every movement as though he was standing on ice, risking a clean break underneath his feet. Oscar wants it to melt so he falls, hard. 

He tilts his head to the side, inciting Carlos to go a bit faster. It spurs him on for a fleeting moment, his lips coming to brush upon his. But it’s still. Still not. Oscar clicks his tongue, uses one of his hands to grip Carlos’ hip and goes for it. 

He doesn’t expect the wave of new knowledge that comes with it. Like a craving he didn’t realise could satiate any appetite. Carlos smells like expensive cologne, laundry and midnight sweat. Tastes like mint, and coffee from the espresso martini he got earlier tonight. Bitter sugar fresh.

More.

His tongue slides on his bottom lip, asks for permission to breach. Granted instantly. Fucking hell. Carlos makes this noise at the back of his throat, it makes his own mouth vibrate. He wants to see what it feels like when it resonates all over. Try to kiss him blue. 

The angle is a bit awkward. Both his hands grasp at the arch of his waist, dig deep, until Carlos gets the hint, and settles on his lap, on him, all over him. Carlos brings a tentative hand behind his head, fingers coming to clench at his hair, and he kisses back until hesitation becomes urgency.

When they pull away for air, they share a look. At the sight of him, Oscar feels his batteries recharge entirely.

A puzzle piece falls into place, elicits electricity on every inch of his skin. 

Ah. Found it.

[cuppajj]

I’m a little nervous to ask this so that’s why I’m anonymous but I’m writing a OC x Frigid Cacao Cookie fanfic and I’m struggling with his characterization and would love for some clarification on his characterization!

My questions are, when Frigid Cacao speaks, is his voice booming and loud or almost a cold whisper since he doesn’t say much?

Does he like eye contact or is he not about eye contact?

Does he speak when he has too or not at all?

This might get into spoiler like territory, don’t have to ask if it’s getting into SAVE THIS FOR ANOTHER TIME! But what is the state of Frigid Cacao’s kingdom?

Is his kingdom half consumed by a permafrost, most of the residents of his kingdom live within the citadel, trying to maintain some type of normalcy? Or did I get that from somewhere else-

Any other character information about Frigid Cacao Cookie would be nice!

The fanfic is inspired by a post you made a year ago, Reader x The Beasts Ancients! Thank you and I love your AU and your art is very beautiful!

I’ll turn this into a general post on how to write Frigid Cacao:

General: Frigid Cacao’s beast of Solitude for a reason. He’s admittedly hard to write interactions with if you’re anyone outside of the Second Watcher, because his deal is that no one really knows what’s happened to him, and he doesn’t let most into the throne room. Interactions with him are more likely outside, on the few occasions he steps out of that room and walks around the citadel.

Behavior: Frigid Cacao doesn’t do a lot. He’s on his throne all day, so motionless that he looks part of the throne itself. On few occasions he does get up and leave the room, and when he does, he prefers to be alone. His movements are slow, and while his footsteps are usually audible, they aren’t always. Write him like one would an apparition, I’d say; sometimes there, not always, and suddenly disappearing with or without knowing you were there. You can tell there’s a lot in his mind, and he prefers to be in his mind rather than interacting with the world around him. He’s almost always in his cloak; it’s usually a good day when he’s not, and he looks to be the same cookie as he’s always been. The shadow over his eyes never disappears, though. On a normal day, he’s not doing anything. On a good day, he might walk around. If he’s not walking around, he’s on his throne. If he’s on his throne, he’s not doing anything. And if he’s not doing anything, then he’s lost in his head. And sometimes he’s hungry.

Speech: When writing him, keep in mind that he speaks very, very rarely (so much so that I prefer to say he doesn’t at all). This includes settings like his citadel and neobeast meetings, even one on one with others. He prefers to gesture (with his head more than his hands) or make low sighs/noises. Cacao is more likely to speak when he believes it important enough to, but even that is rare. When he does speak, it’s barely above a whisper, and it sounds ghastly low. He doesn’t yell, not unless he is already in a fierce mood; more on that later. If you want to write him interacting with someone, it’s more in character for him not to speak - but if you really want him to, save it for a really important moment! (A little reference: Cacao still doesn’t speak when with Midnight Lily, the one and perhaps only neobeast he’s still fond of. At most, he says one thing.)

Expressions: None, 9 times out of 10. The face I draw him with is the one he has almost every waking moment! He doesn’t smile, much less laugh. If there’s any different expression he makes, it’s likely an agitated grit. However, there are some moments when his face can look a little softer, and one or both of his eyes will be visible from under the thick shadow. This post is a good reference

Others: His guard, including his advisors and soldiers, are essentially left in the dark. They’re bewildered, anxious, and they’ve learned little of what happened to their king. The First Watcher (formerly Second Watcher from the canon game) is the closest to him, an advisor in himself; and while he knows the most information about Cacao than anyone else, he’s just as clueless about what goes on inside his head. Everyone has their theories, and they believe something about the licorice, Choco, or the war have something to do with it; but they prefer to worry less about why things happened, and instead focus on managing new things as they happen. They have a special operation for when Cacao leaves the throne room, so that they may be there for him if he requires it. They still do their best to remain strong and uphold their loyalty to him, and are ready to serve him if he needs them. Whenever that will be…

Choco: Don’t mention him. The Cacaoians learned very quickly not to bring up the prince, as it seems to trigger the beast into a frantic and enraged state. Fortunately, Cacao often knows when his son’s name is about to be uttered, so it’s more likely that he’ll simply scare a person silent with his sharp leer and extreme drop in room temperature. But still - you are asking for trouble if you decide to mention his son.

Kingdom: Mostly everything but the citadel is encased in permafrost, including Cacaoian citizens. It’s unclear whether they’re dead or alive, but whatever ice is preserving them can’t be thawed. The remaining Cacaoians in the kingdom live in the citadel, but the vast majority of them are Cacao’s own guard. Very few are actual citizens (however, citizens were able to flee when the kingdom froze over. While scattering to the winds, a big chunk of them fell in with Celestial Cheese for protection). It’s quiet and buffeted by a near permanent snowstorm, with licorice creatures freely moving about. Cacao himself steps outside on some days to observe what’s been frozen over, disappearing in and out of the fog like a specter. The Licorice Sea, meanwhile, is the calmest it’s ever been.

Basically: Frigid Cacao is less Dark Cacao, more Indecipherable Being. A quiet, expressionless entity that prefers actions over words. His slow and methodical gestures do the speaking for him, which leaves those closest to him to wonder what he’s truly thinking or asking. It takes a lot for him to be verbal, and it’s likely to be only a few words in an important moment. There are echoes of his old self that show, things that the Cacaoians left still hold onto in their king, but it’s far from enough. His two other main emotions are agitation and rage, and those only really happen if he’s reminded of his son. If you want to write a character interacting with him, just know it’s like speaking to a wall most the time. They aren’t going to hear anything, unless the situation is something Cacao thinks is worth speaking for. Usually, it’s an order; very rarely is it anything personal. even if he’s with someone he cares about. There’s a solemnity in his character that makes him hard to approach, which is why the others tend to let him do his own thing and be there for him if he needs them. There’s not much they can do about the permafrost — they don’t even know if Cacao is why it happened — they can only hope things get better.

Cacao does his own thing, and he does it alone… that’s Solitude!

[bixels]

Hello!! I’m a really big fan of the Grand Galloping 20’s, especially of the design of Wígmuŋke! I’m working on a story of my own featuring a Lakota Sioux character and I was wondering what the process was for you, Mapel and Tulli in picking Wígmuŋke’s name? I’m native, but not American nor Lakota so I want to be respectful when I decide the name of my character. Do I need to take into account the gender of my character when deciding the name? Their age? Any advice at all will be greatly appreciated, keep up the fantastic work!!

I'm really the wrong person to ask. When researching for a AU name for Rainbow Dash, the only thing I learned was that it will be impossible for me to assign a good name because I'm missing a lifetime + thousands of years of context. I recommend reaching out/working with Native folks/artists who are willing. It can be DMing someone to ask for their input/advice or making a public post asking for feedback.

Remember that you're asking someone else to do a service for you. Consultation, even on names, is a service (I think some folks have a consultation fee). Many Native artists already receive a lot of OC-help requests so be polite and listen.

I had no hand in choosing Wígmuŋke’s name. Maple suggested it, told me their reasoning, and I said that sounds good.

[arttsuka]

your fanart is making me scour the internet for P&F in my languange for a nostalgia trip, congratulations!

i ain't paying d+ a cent lmao

My job here is done then

Also you get me

[good-advice-ganondorf]

mr. dorf i need to get these really important tests done to help with treatment for my disability but im extremely afraid of to do it :( i want to get better but it's scary and painful