Neptr the Goblin

26_FAE/THEY/THEM_NSFW_18+_Here to Praise Nature and raise a little Hell. -🌒🌕🌘- Live and let live. As Above, So Below.

[qrtem]

If i were an animator for wha, i too would fall in love with brushbuddy and give it more screentime

[catchymemes]

[therandomwind]

Part 7: "Why do the best romance plots always end up in non-romance anime?"

Choosing love and forgiveness.

[b1rd1e]

tmi doesn't exist to me. I love information

[jvnart]

:3

[shitpostingkats]

Olruggio: I specialize in fire magic due to its practical applications as a light source, a heat source, and a way to fend off predators. My signature spells are all about making people feel safe or comfortable, which I suppose could be read as symbolic of my larger character motivations.

Qifrey: I specialize in water magic because I fucking hate it.

[remanence-of-love]

[airplaner]

[starship--phoenix]

It's his year

[otherworldly-tresses]

An incubus tells you that they will grant you whatever deep, dark, fucked up desires you crave. You tell them what you want, and the incubus kills off all the billionaires.

You two still fuck though.

[thequotespot]

“I’m healing, but I’ll never be the same again.”

[mournfulroses]

Ada Limón, from "Against Breaking: On the Power of Poetry," originally published in April 2026

[remanence-of-love]

[minimalistquotes]

Forgive yourself for all the wrong things you did just to be loved.

[jeanritchie]

everyone in the entire world lives in chicago

[jeanritchie]

if you don’t live in chicago you actually do btw

[local-eldritch-abomination]

[threeacresandacrow]

[shiverandqueeef]

if you aren't best friends with your lover and a little bit in love with all your friends than what's the fucking point

[dame-nostalgique]

Gentle Spring 🌼🐞

April 2025

[mawofthemagnetar]

The Tudor Peasant I met with my time machine: so thy pocket minstrel singeth on thy command?

Me: uh yeah

The Tudor peasant: and thy minstrel is no mere devilry but the fruit of learned men?

Me: yeah…? Dude I thought you’d be more scared or something

The Tudor peasant: bid thy minstrel to sing for us “Propane Nightmares” once more. And louder this time.