worms

I identify as female, but I’m not particularly fussed about pronouns. They’re just words to me, I guess, so call me whatever you like :)

Here is where I post my art, media analysis, dumb shitposts and the *occassional* reblog, but you can also find me reblogging lots of stuff over at @pile-of-worms (it won’t let me tag it properly because it’s a side blog, but anyway-), so feel free to check it out :D

The usual DNIs: homophobes, transphobes, TERFs, aphobes, racists, misogynists, bigots, anything else I’ve missed. I’ll block you anyway.

I hate generative ai with every fibre of my being, keep it the fuck away from me :3

My DMs are not open, sorry — but feel free to communicate via reblogs, comments and asks :D

My blog is open to minors :) I won’t post anything NSFW, maybe the occasional reblog of a suggestive joke but nothing explicit

My main interests:

Little Shop of Horrors

The Amazing Digital Circus

DC comics (especially the riddler and scarecrow)

The Rocky Horror Picture Show

Sonic the Hedgehog

Welcome Home

Will Wood (and the Tapeworms)

The Magnus Archives/The Magnus Protocol

Iron Lung

The Stanley Parable

Gorillaz

Gravity Falls

Don’t Hug Me, I’m Scared

Coraline/Tim Burton films

I’m always taking suggestions for more indie animation, podcasts, and music :D anyways I’m running out of stuff to say now

I need a fic where Arthur stalks Orin and he finally feels the fear he’s inflicted on his patients (and others) for all these years. Not a romance, something horrible and concerning. Yeahhhh. Something that will make me regret reading it.

My conscious brain: No it’s not, I know what I’m doing.

Nervous system: Yes it is. Yes it is. Fuck. *unnecessary blinking reflex* See! I was right! It’s in our eye! Ouch!