Sooo I Got A Brainrot…..

Anyone ever look at Lucifer and think I can fit so much truma into this small man?

Am I the only one who struggles to create stuff till people asks why characters do fumbass things or react certain ways?

Or have people be like: oh what if said character did this

And then my brain is like, no, personality isn’t comparable and here’s new lore why

Like it’s not all the time, but it’s enough that I wonder if I’m secretly an asshole

Okay, character concept idea

Life and earth character trope, but Life looks like a formal emo goth boy and Death looks like the Disney’s Moanna’s concept of Earth

Everyone assumes the two have swapped domains untill someone pisses off one of the siblings and they give a stark reminder

This idea eventually evolved to Life having control of the crypids and making eldritch beings with death being responsible for the creation of Mortals through a combination project

Am I the only one who thinks it would be awesome for a spy x family crossover with Perry the plateaus

I want to see these two spy’s interact and react to eachother’s lives

some fucking resources for all ur writing fuckin needs

* body language masterlist

* a translator that doesn’t eat ass like google translate does

* a reverse dictionary for when ur brain freezes

* 550 words to say instead of fuckin said

* 638 character traits for when ur brain freezes again

* some more body language help

(hope this helps some ppl)

WTF?!?!?

I need to promote this so I’m not the only one who’s falling apart

Bill is winning this fight

I love how we all went and had ao3 crash and immediately ran here

Like hello tumblr be our therapist/ support friend/ support pet untill ao3 is good and dandy again

Mastermind has me mentally in shambles and has pushed me into really developing my oc Satan for my reacts fic

But god

Stolas

I need this dramtic owl to sing that song to me a thousand times, I love the im the mastermind part so hard

Like the dramatics, the tone, the fucking facial expressions when he talks about whether or not the fool should take the blame and ignite a fire int eh hear of his race

He feels evil

He feels cunning

Yes his bloody shorts threw me off every time I noticed them but good god I love my theatre kid

Ford done, now to colour in bill

Help, I’m getting crazy hand cramps now