A Sort Of Trash?

Lets do a little group children's story together, it'll be like a cool collab, I'll go first: Once upon a time there was a little worm who lived in a biiig apple, his name was Stephenson and he had anxiety (aww)

I eat him

What the fuck

what the fuck

cutest thing about human biology is how they get sleepy after eating. sorry brain is offline due to digestion, check back later

stomach full head empty

Wyll being a terrible monster hunter is something that is so special actually. told to hunt heartless devil? immediately convinced of her goodness and humanity and without hesitation agrees to defy the devil who has his soul in custody and spare karlach at tremendous personal physical cost. vampire in camp? well hes handsome and funny and pretty polite about where he puts his teeth so it’s fine all things considered. finding out the person who ritualistically disemboweled a tiefling in front of him is a bhaalspawn like an unholy progeny of the god of murder that is culturally immediately reviled? no that’s his friend and he completely trusts in their ability to fight their nature with their own inner light. it doesn’t matter that they created the absolute they’re not that person anymore. Like Wyll. you are literally categorically not hunting the monsters. guy of all time