Twuggs - Someone Took Twiggs :/

sulemio fairy au 🦋✨

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spin this list of all of the pokemon. you are now that pokemon.

Poorly drawn my ass, as the number 1 turtwig stan, these look amazing

Poorly drawn Turtwig line

linus takes a trip to the nether. birthday gift to my sister

adding Serre to steam!!! this time for sure!!!! it'll be finally available in french and spanish too. release date most likely april 1st or something

LOOK WHO'S LAUGHING NOW

Do I get bitches? Idk, do I own a cat shaped charcuterie board with mouse cheese knife?

TRANS WOMEN: HERE'S SOME SHIT YOUR DOCTOR WONT TELL YOU ABOUT HRT

1. Progesterone: not for everyone, but for many people it may increase sex drive and WILL make your boobs bigger. Also effects mood in ways that many find positive (but some find negative). Most doctors won’t prescribe this to you unless you ask. Most trans girls I know swear by it.

2. Injectible estrogen: is more effective than pill or patch form. Get on it if you can bear needles bc you will see more effects more quickly.

3. Estradiol Cypionate: There is currently a shortage of injectible estradiol valerate. There is no shortage of estradiol cypionate. Functionally they do the same shit.

4. Bicalutamide: This is an anti-androgen that has almost none of the side-effects of spironolactone or finasteride. The girls I know who are on it are evangelical about it.

What Comes After type beat

That's just how it is in this part of the country. Away from everything, you would doubt there would be enough business for a shop like this to stay afloat. But that's what everyone gets wrong about the countryside. It's not just the people that you'll have to cater to. You are still preparing pastries for the shelves and cases as night falls. To most, this would seem a strange time to be restocking the shelves. Normally, you would want to ensure the bread and frosting wouldn't stale overnight. You don't think that'll be a problem, though. You know your customers. Oh boy, do you ever know your customers. The grandfather clock in the corner sandwiched between racks of sourdough and ciabatta begins to sound, a dull, mellow tone indicating the end of the previous day. However, for you, it means the beginning of your second shift. As the last tone sounds, a bell's chime suddenly replaces it as someone flies inside. Fly is the right word there, both due to how they appeared to treat the final dong as the pistol of a race, but also because they were literally wheeling through the air, a small pair of wings similar to a dragonfly keeping them alight. They were always the first to come in. You could never pronounce their name, so you always called the small being "Seth", which sounded a little like their name, and they appreciated the nickname. You couldn't call your customers "you" or call them by their species! That would be rude! At least, you thought so. You never really asked. You should ask sometime. But not now. Right now, you have a customer.

You run a Bakery, just a normal bakery, the only problem is that your customers at midnight to 6AM are mythical creatures who pay with gemstones and ancient gold and silver coins