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Would it be weird to start tagging my oc stuff with the name of my show concept?
Cause like.. I will start doing that when I get my pilot ep out some day, but technically there's nothing stopping me from already doing it.
Other than confusing the couple people who don't know, with sudently tagging SWAP in most of my oc posts lol.
other butter roll ships: actually make sense and exist in the same universe
my butter roll ships:
moth.
Prompt #30
“My sleep schedule is fucked,” hero started, scratching their hair. “So I’d like to request a day off.”
“Sir, this is a Wendy’s…" the cashier’s voice faltered, lightly trembling.
“Mm… well… I’d like to quit my job.” hero blurted out, a couple of chuckles making their way out of the hero’s mouth. “I heard villains make a hundred thousand a month…”
The cashier jumped. One hundred thousand?! A month?! That would pay all of the bills they owe to their landlord in just a second.
The hero formed a weary smirk on their lips. “Surprising right? That’s not all though, I heard-”
“Just tell me what you want!” The cashier snapped, already annoyed by the hero’s shenanigans.
“Be my villain sidekick.”
should i make some posts about calista’s character/role in the dark moon lore?
yes please do 🥺
no thanks keep writing angst 😀
felix kranken is gonna be the next tumblr sexy man i’m calling it right now
@nomaiel your dynamis was off at applebee’s (i cant take credit for this joke. i stole it. from twitter)
Soul meet soul, aether meet aether, monster-to-be meet monster-who-is, there’s all sorts of descriptors to be used in this situation, but none to articulate the pit in his belly that opens up when the pieces of the puzzle fall into place. It’s just for an instant, but Hermes sees all his future deeds and horrors, and he is terrified.
The ancient stands slack-jawed staring at the other who shares his soul / this version of him that he cannot identify with. Or so he says, wanting desperately to believe there isn’t a buried part of him that cries out with joy at finally--FINALLY--being seen. A sick twisted form of catharsis, maybe, if he dwells on it long enough but -- no. No!! NO.
One tear falls from his right eye.
“Please,” polite until the end, not knowing how to be anything else, and he will break for it, “This can’t be happening.”
