Girl Help My Disability Is Disabling Me

sometimes you need dialogue tags and don't want to use the same four

11.03.25 Bridged cliff houses.

Scientific inquiry: What is your most deranged opinion on cereal

uhhh so there was a period of my life where I didn't like dairy milk or the available plant milks (soy, almond, etc) but I did still like cereal so for several years I just ate it dry. like a full bowl of honey bunches of oats with nothing else in it.

now there's oat milk, thankfully.

Woke up in a cold sweat at 3am and wrote this in my notes

I love you rainbow hair I love you red eyes I love you heterochromia I love you eye scars I love you demon/angel hybrids I love you “cringey” OC’s I love you Mary Sues I love you self-inserts I love you wings and tails and horns and sharp teeth I love you people who just want to create and make stuff that makes them happy

@indigo-constellation voiced Daniil in my Haruspex playthrough, and went on a tangent about snakes, leading to this moment which changed my life forever

NEVER get into anything thats heavy on color symbolism bro . for months you will not be able to look at the color blue without instantly thinking of Squingle Dinglus

A character concept that I'm actually surprised I haven't seen more, now that I think about it:

A character with a tragic past who's beautiful in an unthreatening, pitiful sort of way, who goes "wait hold on, people think I'm cute?" and immediately goes drunk with power. Having a whole villain arc getting corrupted by the power of being just so tragic and pathetic that people can't be mad at them. Someone who's been accustomed to always being the one who's blamed and punished no matter whose fault the problem was suddenly discovering that actually they could get away with murder by being so big-eyed and sad.

And once they figure out that they can just Poor Little Meow Meow their way out of anything, they do. Going from being genuinely skittish and timid into pretending to do so merely as an act, manipulating the shit out of everyone and avoiding all suspicion because Look How Sad And Wet And Pathetic I Am, of course they couldn't do any harm to anyone ever.

And if one person finally does see right through that act and puts puzzle pieces together of how there's been just too many suspicious coincidences and accidents that only one person would actually benefit from, they confront the Tragic Little Act directly, one-to-one, to say "I'm fucking onto you and your shit"

And suddenly they completely snap out of their timid, pathetic presentation to give a big, wide, sickening smile like "no-one's ever going to believe you."

I want to be a bog body when I grow up

wanna be a haunted painting when i grow up