@monorail What if I just want to support my girl who is awful at baserunning
At least then it's leftists/liberals/centrists versus death cult, instead of... whatever the fuck is happening now
the foolish mosquito observes me in the dark and flies to my ear. does it desperately crave blood? does it believe me defenseless? does it think my ear is more valuable to me than its demise?
none of it matters. like the sudden snap of a branch, i feel a numb pain on my ear and the familiar feeling of a quarry vanquished. whether its defeat was due to senseless hunger, foolish arrogance, or a daring gambit is never revealed. a foe unknown, but unforgotten
Anyway I should really post this stuff on patreon because ~money~ but also that feels weird idk
I don't know what to cw this as, spider lady book I guess?
*writes a chapter where Anise falls asleep on Chris' big fluffy spider abdomen on accident*
Damn I suddenly feel like cuddling up in bed. No idea why
~ They/Them [plural] or She/Her [singular], please. ~
Nope