Apr 23, 2022
An Arcane Sphere of Faces absently goes floating through the Mausoleum
"Alright."
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An Arcane Sphere of Faces absently goes floating through the Mausoleum
"Alright."
THE SEEMS HARMLESS, BUT IS ACTUALLY TERRIFYING WHEN THEY GET MAD SQUAD
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A bunch of your comics are being posted without credit and out of context by Pinterest user @ceschrx
thanks for letting me know! it seems like she only has a couple on there for like art inspo and general art stuff so i honestly don't have a problem with it but i really really appreciate you telling me
me seeing taylor swift hanging out w someone w a history of substance abuse and a personality shaped by 4chan: shes just like me fr
just thought I'd let you know that there's people tagging your John and Arthur art as m/rston
yeah i’m aware ! thanks for letting me know though. i don’t personally agree with the ship but i can’t do much about it if people tag it as such ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
How hard could it be? Bus trip for a bunch of old age pensioners, take them round the bargain outlets. Lunch at a… by internutter
Everyone epitomises little old ladies as the most fragile and in need of protection. Everyone, of course, is sorely mistaken. Think on this: there is a reason why they live that long. Little old ladies are as tough as flash-fried hobnails. More cunning than a sackful of mongooses. And have filthier minds than the entirety of the porn industry's scriptwriting cadre. And possibly the entirety of hormone-fuelled teenage fanfiction writers too.
They looked like a pack of sweet little old grandmas. Kevin almost put his hand out for the mysterious strawberry-mimic wrapping sweets that little old ladies almost always had in their purses and nobody ever seemed to sell. Those, or a Werther's Original[1]. Within minutes of starting the bus, Kevin would learn that looks weren't everything.
Five minutes onto the road, they were all singing The Hedgehog Can Never Be Buggered at All, followed by a rousing rendition of Charlotte the Harlot and a song that Kevin had never heard before and began praying would never hear again, because his ears were ready to spontaneously incinerate themselves from pure self-preservation.
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That feel when someone taps your shoulder without warning…