What Is Your Favourite Creature From The Watcher?

Checking what the people who reblogged your post wrote in the tags is the tumblr equivalent of checking what people wrote on their bookmarks of your story on ao3

A friend and I were discussing what we're like when we're sick and we decided people usually fall into one of these five 'sick modes': *Everyone is probably multiple of these at different times depending on how sick they are and with what but we think most people have a mode they default to and become more often than the others*

Delicate Consumptive Victorian: you feel tragic and mournful but also beautiful in a sad way, you are in bed, sipping hot tea, others should quietly whisper about how you are too good for this world, too beautiful, too tragic... And bring you more tea

Sick Dog: you are curled up in a ball, you don't want anything, you don't need anything, but it would be nice if others could still ask you if you need anything

Sickly Child Emperor: you are dying and it's everyone else's problem, you need pillows, no! you need soup, no! You need absolute silence or you will not be the first one to die today

Plague Pit: you are curled up probably on the floor, no one touch you, no one look at you, this is between you and God and you already know He has no mercy left for you

Warrior General: you are not sick. You are in perfect health and you don't know why anyone would think otherwise. Illness is an enemy that can be intimidated and you must remain strong for your men! (You are going to pass out at the most inconvenient moment possible)

Scientific inquiry: What is your most deranged opinion on cereal

uhhh so there was a period of my life where I didn't like dairy milk or the available plant milks (soy, almond, etc) but I did still like cereal so for several years I just ate it dry. like a full bowl of honey bunches of oats with nothing else in it.

now there's oat milk, thankfully.

i know it's the smell of festering carrion that draws them and not death itself, but i think it'd be fun if crows (and other corvidae) could sense ghosts, even unseen. just imagine the surreal horror of watching a flock of dark wings circling a complete void of presence.

The best thing that has ever happened for my social anxiety is losing all respect for authority and assuming everyone is my best friend unless stated otherwise

boom boom boy

There's a fine line between letting go of your fear of being cringe and accepting your genuine self completely and wholeheartedly, and becoming a completely unhinged shameless gross little feral animal, and I'm going to snort it.

Nightmare Narinder has entered the game

Comic for chapter 23 of Trod that I wanted to finish before posting the chapter. For some reason this comic kept repeatidly crashing my SAI trying to export it so I'm blaming Dream Narinder for that

He reminds me of a lumberjack. Idk if his design was like that intentionally but ya

disembowling a clowngirl and I'm trying to yank out her intestines but they just keep coming. its been 30 minutes and there's no end in sight. she's laughing at me