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nobody ever praises me or pats me on the head or feeds me small treats despite my consistent excellence in the field of not purposefully ripping cabinet doors off their hinges to fulfill some sort of maladaptive destructive urge

damarlegacy

Making your characters insanely OP is good for your soul sometimes. Just juice em up. Just crank the dial. Make them absolutely batshit terrifyingly good at what they do

damarlegacy

you get it

dankmemeuniversity

sweet-bitsy

What if you were dating a moth prince and living in his kingdom and he knew how out of place you felt so he made you dozens of silk dresses and blankets and gave you lots of fuzzy shawls and scarves so you wouldn’t stand out so much and always said you were so beautiful you were glowing and occasionally bump right into your face because it was a little joke and he would pretend you were a light bulb and give you tiny kisses

newtnewt92

Half of me is like “what the fuck am I looking at” and the other half finds this inexplicably adorable and good.

angryschnauzer

Mothman AU

charlesoberonn

safaridays

cranky because you can’t sleep with your tail curled around your body aren’t you

a-dragons-journal

anexperimentallife

queeriocheerios

It’s called ‘being able to see the corpse’

burning-cathedrals-deactivated2

So if I put you in an L-shaped swimming pool, and you knew there was a corpse around the corner, you'd be fine?

mwagneto

loving the implication that I'm a little animal and you're a scientist putting me into various bodies of water to test my corpse:water ratio tolerance

evilvarric666-archive

If I ever respond to you w just a heart emoji it's not meant to be dismissive. I'm bumping my shoulder against yours bc I like you. I am blinking slowly at you like a cat.

tokenbacktobrooklynmoved

not only am i gay. not only am i trans. not only am i neurodivergent. i’m LETHALLY RADIOACTIVE

dietspam16

dankmemeuniversity

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if i was sisyphus id eat a bit of dirt off the slope every time on my way up until the slope is no longer steep enough for the boulder to roll down. it would be end of suffering in 47 days

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if i was atlas id shake the sky up and down to make the laminated wobble sound worldwide every day and piss zeus off enough to kill me or himself

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no idea how id cope being prometheus. he died so we can light joints i wish him the best

nachosforfree

natequarter

i think a lot of writers have like. ideas that reoccur in their work a lot. and i don’t mean anticapitalism or grief or whatever i mean very specific ideas like intimacy through combing hair or mangled limbs which usually originate from a rl experience (the examples are things i use or think of using a lot)