anyone read a fanfic that sets the standard for all fics? like nothing may ever be as good as that specific one you read? no matter what you read it just isn’t as good as THAT one??
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Getting inspired to write is actually really easy! All you need to do is be the busiest you've ever been in your entire life and as far away from a computer as humanly possible. Hope this helps 🥰
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@staff if you [change] the [design] of the fucking [dashboard] i will kill you
edit. i want it on the actual post that i am not actually making a de-th threat against the staff. that's shitty. the caption quotes the fucking costco hot dog meme, which i originally said in the tags. if any staff member sees this please do Not take it personally
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Guess who's route I've replaying again after a hot minute
Bonus:
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A crack fic about Lucifer, Vox and Husk making an Alastor Hate Club. And it’s just them once a week bonding over how much they hate Alastor and Husk realizes more and more how he doesn’t actually hate Alastor and is bitter about it, Lucifer randomly trauma dumps about his tragic life, and by each meeting Lucifer and Husk notice how Vox’s sheer hate borderlines on obsession and they share awkward glances every time he starts ranting and shows them his Alastor shrine or something. And when he makes some comments like “Alastor does this and that every day” (some very specific detail about him only a stalker/someone with a long history with Al would know) and the other two are like “how do you know” and he’s like “I just do.”
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I would rather answer the riddle of the sphinx than do one more job application
The rules are clear. The stakes are understood. Your monstrous ass is fundamentally more relatable than any interview panel.
What are you gonna do? Twist your question into some kind of esoteric and winding riddle to catch my capitalism-dulled brain out?
Cool. Great. At least your riddle *has* a correct answer and I don’t have to try and guess some arcane points-based system.
Like, oh no, you’ll eat me if I get it wrong? Will I have to pay rent in your f’ing lion-bird tum-tum?
Oh wait - I got the answer right, but someone else got it *more* right so now I’m screwed? Or maybe I got the answer *too* right so I’m disqualified??
The sphinx is only gonna eat my body.
Capitalism is slowly eating my soul with teeth made of mile-high gears
It doesn’t even really want to. It doesn’t think about it.
At least the sphinx was probably hungry.
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