A New Calling Beckons To Me, I Fear I Must Answer

Is this undertale

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abandonment issues? fuck yeah i’m abandoning these issues. bye

he's so cute i wanna put him in a box and shake him

😈 You are not bound by the Hays code.

😈 You are allowed to have evil characters who are not punished by the narrative by the end of the story.

😈 You are allowed to have evil characters who win.

😈 You are allowed to have evil characters who make evil look fun and cool.

😈 You are allowed to make your fun, cool evil character the protagonist.

😈 You are allowed to glorify, romanticize and eroticize evil characters and villainous acts.

😈 You are not obligated to teach your audience a moral lesson.

#Skirts, swords, and back pain

explain your gender in 10 words or less without using boring words like “male”, “female”, “nonbinary”, “masculine”, “feminine” or “androgynous”.

go!

Mirror, mirror, on the wall, show me penis, cock and ball

Every time I look at a mountain, whether it be on a cool and foggy morning where the dewy haze highlights the dips and hollow valleys along the range, or the mid-afternoon sun hits the peaks just right the highlight and contrast then sharp peaks and crags, or even just gazing longingly at them from a distance on a day just after the fresh snow, to see the pale glistening blankets that cover them, I am always filled with such violent and undeniable elation. It feels right to be in a place where I can admire their towering heights and indomitable might.

I physically cannot get enough of seeing mountains in person, it straight up brings tears in my eyes every time I look at them.