bubbles.

Thinking really hard about Ianthe. She convinced her one-sided lesbian situationship to give her a new arm after she got dismembered by a saint. She and her twin sister love to dip their toes into incest sometimes but not in ways you’d expect. She also uses her magic to make herself look sickly so her sister can breast boobily. She and Jesus might be fucking but neither of them probably enjoys it. She voluntarily wore a maid dress in a game show inside her own mind. I hate her. She’s awesome. What is wrong with her.

Oh yeah and there’s also the cannibalism. I guess.

She’s the character ever. She routinely dresses for and inserts herself into scenes as the sex appeal, knowing she looks like a drowned albino rat. She’s smart enough to know going mad with power has consequences and she’s okay with it because she’s also smarter than most of the consequences. She’s canonically cannibalized people and it’s the least interesting thing about her. She’s even gay.

you gotta read, you gotta write, you gotta draw, you gotta watch films and shows. there is literally NO time to be employed

I need my weird alone time or I will explode

let’s be real the pressure to use AI as an adult is exactly what they said the pressure the do drugs as a teenager would be like but the people that told us that caved immediately for the AI and definitely did not just say no

You know that whatever character did those problematic things isn't like. Real, right?

You are aware that a fictional character is just a rhetorical construct designed to fulfill a narrative/thematic purpose right? That their actions are written by an author who wants to use them to explore complex ideas and moral gray areas within the safe confines of fiction right? That they aren't a real person who has killed real people right?

bingewatching will never come close to bingereading. there is nothing like blocking out the entire Earth for ten hours to read a book in one sitting no food no water no shower no bra and emerging at the end with no idea what time it is or where you are, a dried-up prune that's sensitive to light and loud noises because you've been in your room in the dark reading by the glow of a single LED. it's like coming back after a three-month vacation in another dimension and now you have to go downstairs and make dinner. absolutely transcendental

Thank god for books. It gets harder to achieve this state, but it’s still there

[recommending something i sincerely love] ok so the thing about it is it kinda sucks