Fuck's your problem?

Kinda ramble blog, kinda rp blog. You sign up for what you sign up for. Mun is 25+ blog is 18+. Respect pronouns or die Married to: Lilithhexen

[offbranddragon]

18+. I post content as I please. General content warning for game rated material. I will tag things as best I can but please message me if something needs a tag.

Married to: @lilithhexen check her out she writes too!

General rules

don't be a dick. don't be entitled. and remember this is fictional.

I don't do politics nor will I post about my own demographics. My stance is simple; Trans rights are human rights, Free Gaza, fuck trump, you aren't entitled to know things about someone to make yourself feel better.

I wont interact with minors strictly because i've been made severely uncomfortable by them. I also will just not interact with who ever I see fit! I block liberally and without explanation, you ick me you're just getting blocked

This is my blog, I post what I want. Don't like it? Leave.

[stitchposts]

unfortunately i have free will so im about to make art that is going to appeal to basically 4 people. let us hope those 4 people follow me.

[buaweaver]

happy pride from lifeweaver! 🌈💞

[kateammann]

Happy Pride Month to all of my fellow aces!! 🖤🩶🤍💜

[vronahunter]

it's done

[butterflyinthewell]

You have been booped by this empty wrapping paper tube.

Reblog to boop all of your followers with it.

[carminecranes]

hello i have added another fiber arts to my skill set. be prepared for lots of embroidered insects and botanicals bc my days of embroidered pet portraits are far, far in the future

both (rosy maple moth and white tailed bumblebee) are from stumpwork embroidery + thread painting by megan zaniewski

[podcastwizard]

you don’t realize how important lunch is until you’re wandering around thinking about how unloveable and untalented and uniquely cursed you are and then it’s 4pm and you finally eat lunch and you go Oh. oh right.

[podcastwizard]

lot of people commenting on this post like "who eats lunch at 4pm that's a terrible time to eat lunch" yes. that is the point. 4pm lunch is inadvisable. 4pm lunch is not the ideal. 4pm lunch makes the mind demons real.

[offbranddragon]

@lilithhexen

[snailifier]

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[only-cat-memes]

[offbranddragon]

El-wiwi has made it to Ishagrd!

[avatarkasia-art]

[mafuyuh]

#richehsweep

[offbranddragon]

"Oh gods, we are being chased by manhunting Yorkshire terriers on the way home." - My wife playing a very interesting game of Rimworld

[archivestsfriend]

I've decided I'm going to, as I work on completing it, post 'The Witch In The Walls' online on sites such as Royal Road and Scribblehub (both of which will be linked later). While I edit the to be posted chapters here's the prologue. Enjoy.

--------------------Prologue-------------------

-----------------------------------Unknown-----------------------------------

Death is inevitable. This is one of the first laws of the mortal world that all mortal beings must come to face. It was ordered not by us but by their biology. Even those touched by us here must face it.

From the moment one is born they are aware that one day, somehow, they will die. No amount of fighting can prevent this. No amount of magical intervention can truly abate it only delay it. Everyone's, everything's, web of fate must end. So, why did we intervene here? Why did we stop this conclusion? Not only was one life, a life that was ours, was spared but so was another that was meant to end that we had no stake in.

The second life had never belonged to us. It was not our kin nor our child yet, of all the threads we could have pulled, why did we pull this one? It didn't make sense. Surely it would have been smarter for us to pull a stronger thread. One that wasn't mere minutes from its end-fall. One that shouldn't have ever been here in the first place. One that was more near and familiar to our little kin. But there was no better choice for our life. For our kin. Even if it was not the most convenient of choices, our kin needed someone devoted. Someone that would need them in turn just as vitally.

The threads bound together so easily, so fluidly, as if they were meant to weave together. Both lives may as well have been ours to begin with. They were now. Both lives merged to one thread, tethered together to their mutual future whatever that may be. One could not be without the other and they would never be. Both webs, both fates, were now one. There was only one possibility and we ensured they were on it together until its completion. None could separate them, even us, now.

Now we must rest. Rest with ourselves and our judgments to pray that our kin was ready to be born into our world with another life alongside them. A life they did not know existed until this very moment.

[archivestsfriend]

I've decided I'm going to, as I work on completing it, post 'The Witch In The Walls' online on sites such as Royal Road and Scribblehub (both of which will be linked later). While I edit the to be posted chapters here's the prologue. Enjoy.

Prologue

Unknown

Death is inevitable. This is one of the first laws of the mortal world that all mortal beings must come to face. It was ordered not by us but by their biology. Even those touched by us here must face it.

From the moment one is born they are aware that one day, somehow, they will die. No amount of fighting can prevent this. No amount of magical intervention can truly abate it only delay it. Everyone's, everything's, web of fate must end. So, why did we intervene here? Why did we stop this conclusion? Not only was one life, a life that was ours, was spared but so was another that was meant to end that we had no stake in.

The second life had never belonged to us. It was not our kin nor our child yet, of all the threads we could have pulled, why did we pull this one? It didn't make sense. Surely it would have been smarter for us to pull a stronger thread. One that wasn't mere minutes from its end-fall. One that shouldn't have ever been here in the first place. One that was more near and familiar to our little kin. But there was no better choice for our life. For our kin. Even if it was not the most convenient of choices, our kin needed someone devoted. Someone that would need them in turn just as vitally.

The threads bound together so easily, so fluidly, as if they were meant to weave together. Both lives may as well have been ours to begin with. They were now. Both lives merged to one thread, tethered together to their mutual future whatever that may be. One could not be without the other and they would never be. Both webs, both fates, were now one. There was only one possibility and we ensured they were on it together until its completion. None could separate them, even us, now.

Now we must rest. Rest with ourselves and our judgments to pray that our kin was ready to be born into our world with another life alongside them. A life they did not know existed until this very moment.

[copperbadge]

On Saturday I said to my partner, as I have said for months, "A ten thousand dollar a year raise would solve so many of my problems."

As of this morning I was reluctantly looking for jobs because I love my job and don't want to leave it, but see: $10k raise problem solver.

As of noon today this was no longer an issue, because my boss called me with the news that I was getting a $10K merit raise.

I feel like a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders. This is roughly $200 extra per paycheck. Enough to pay off debt faster, rebuild my savings, and spend a weekend a month in Milwaukee getting obscenely laid. The sex I'm going to have on $200 extra per paycheck. You can't even.

May all of you get the $10K raise your soul has yearned for. And whatever level of sex you can be satisfied with for $200.

[vergess]

hey bestie i think ur post might be charmed 'cause you aren't gonna fuckin believe what happened today