if ur gonna be pressed into service by your liege lord, u want to be the swiftest rider. get good at horses, because they're always sending the swiftest rider off to do some other shit that is, crucially, away from the battlefield. I'm telling u. when ur forces are outnumbered and the enemy legions show up with some unexpected advantage, someone in command is gonna say, "send the swiftest rider to alert the queen!!!" that's u. u want to be that guy
in my heart this became a running joke between them. Anyway happy fiddleford friday i finally drew something on the day itself
(cohost crosspost here)
Some rando: You should think about stopping your prescription
Me: My pills make me not want to die tho
They: You shouldn’t want to die, that’s not normal
Me: Yeah that’s why I’m taking my pills
soulmate marks are out, shitty drunken back-alley tattoos you forget you've gotten like 20 years ago are so in.
i'm genuinely having so much fun writing a jock protagonist. can't believe i never tried this before. all these years i've been limiting myself needlessly
dads trash talk at the egg festival
I‘d love to think that Jas and Iris would befriend Krobus while Shane is absolutely puzzled as to why his daughters keep wandering into the sewers :,D