My amazing friend and incredible poet of a person wrote these heartbreaking words, and as soon as I read it, I immediately asked if I could illustrate it. And she said yes!
Read "To the Bitter End" here on AO3. Please please go give her some love (I generally don't even like poetry that much, but she is slowly changing my mind XD)
I'm also working on a second part to this, but I've had to slow down work on that one. It's coming soon!
also, tagging @frodo-with-glasses bc meg commanded it
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not to sound like a medieval peasant or a catholic but i resent anti-carb propaganda so much like bread will never be evil it is holy it is divine it is one of life’s most simple yet decadent pleasures. love is stored in the bread
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I'm not going anywhere when I die. I'm going to the train station limbo between this life and the next and the Archons will pay me to escort the recently dead racist tradcaths to the Hell platform while I sing a jaunty 1960s stage musical number about how their God can't save them now.
TOMORROW IS HALLOWEEN!!!
That asexual thing sounds GREAT. I'm pretty sure sex isn't real anyways
sex is a lie made up by BIG STORK to sell more BABY
You can only reblog this today.
Ah, maps from my homebrew campaign.
Garden claws! Very useful both for digging and for Black Panther impressions!
Strawberry Hill House—a Gothic Revival villa that was built in Twickenham, London 1749