Villains who are absolutely, 100% convinced they're doing the right thing (or, at the most, the wrong thing, but for all the right reasons) and can convincingly argue this point are the scariest.
Among other things, that's because such villains make you question if the hero you've been rooting for is just like them.
"Human i can't eat with a spoon. Take it away. Someone's always staring at me from there"
if you have crunshy bones i just want to tell you that they are a delisious snack
Please don't. I need those.
i gotta monch
i GOTTA crunch
You gotta STOP-
howdy! i'm moving next week and i am in desperate need of money to purchase things for my room that i can use (i am getting out of an unhealthy household without saying a word to my dad so i can't bring my desk or any side tables) as well as money for food (i am a picky eater due to having a lot of sensory issues with food).
as i cannot get a job for the time being, my only form of income is through commissions and through donations from ko-fi. if you have any money to spare, i'd greatly appreciate it if you could help me out :(
examples of my art as well as pricing is included on this google doc (i can't find a commission sheet format that i currently like)
my kofi is here, and if you donate the equivalent to 4 coffees or more, i'll draw you a sketch of your choosing! just know that i retain the right to refuse certain requests (types i would refuse are included on the google doc)
even if you can't spare any money, sharing this post will greatly help :(
I just impulsively started a kin/fictive help blog with my friend over on The Hell Site (because shared blogs arent a thing here yet)
it has come to my attention that i unfortunatly have a skeleton, if youd be so kind to donate so i can fix this grave error i-
this is literally an error not even the grave can fix. put it in a closet or something
good morning welcome to my bones snapping with every move i make
A bouncer stops you at the door.
You crack your knuckles bend your knees enough that snaps and pops echo around the back alley.
"Password accepted, welcome to the Rice Crispie Club."
Getting art advice from my brother is both helpful and frustrating because he isn't an artist so he doesn't understand my limitations and often doesn't get my intent, but it's fun having him in my art class because he'll be like "Her lips are too wide, make them thinner," and I'll be like "Dude you can't talk, your guy's lips are just a smear of oil pastel."