I’m going to save up for a new motorcycle by running a scam where I bet straight dudes at bars twenty bucks that I can get a girl’s number in under five minutes and then politely walk up her and say, “I just bet that asshole twenty bucks that I could get your number. I’ll split it with you if you pretend to laugh like I just said a good pick up line and then write a fake number on my hand.”
Like, I never understood those kind of bets in those shitty teen movies. Everybody loves being part of a scheme, man. Use your head.
I think Joan of Arc's fursona would be a dog called Joan of Bark, but my partner thinks it would be a phoenix, which seems insensitive to me, but neither of us are furries, so I guess we don't really get a say either way.
5: The Lock-Hart
A monster from a story I’ve been tossing around - a deer-like thing that catches children and keeps them in the cage of antlers on its head
candlelit baths are so good bc they involve all the earths elements:
fire
water
bare ass
caramel frappe give me the strength to clean my room
Yaasssss!
- our barbarian with a magical cloak of billowing after successfully seducing the vice mayor with a nat 20
Later: “My cloak doesn’t billow anymore, it’s limp”
Little work in progress shot of an angel I'm working on.
I’m on the run in reality.. this dimension isn’t my home
Queen Hatshepsut of Ancient Egypt. She has a lovely smile for someone who’s been dead for thousands of years.
What can I do, sir?
Just say the word, sir
Anything for you, sir
Your friends all say, sir
You don't deserve her
I disagree, sir
I live to serve, sir
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