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more characters should have fangs. they're hella cute.

*rests one of us on top of you* sleeping is fun! we get it. peopling is hard. better to snooze than to lose.

unfortunately, so are we.

boo! did we spook ya? free corpse. can we have it? we promise we won't corrupt it into a monstrous meat blob.

*waves knife around in joy* Forget all this war business, we've got a knife! Watch out, the cute mascot character has a knife! Hahahaha! Now we're unstoppable! Only a robot vacuum with googly eyes and a knife taped to its could possibly compare in power to our deadly cuteness.

oh, thank you for the free knife! How else are we meant to build an immunity to stabbing if we never get stabbed? Sans Undertale???

we are ? this close to unlocking the secret of good writing. no, we won't share. you have to figure it out on your own through practice, else what's the point?

don't do that, that just makes you cuter!

practice makes perfect. to that end, the only way to improve one's skills, such as writing, is to write. how vexing.

where we grew up, eating shit meant being on the losing end of an accident or a fight. The kind that messes up your face for weeks or months afterwards. if you're talking that type, then yah, have done that. but probably not literally.

got a kitty by our side and a cozy blanket to wrap ourselves in. perfect wreading/riting conditions.

energy vampire: parasitic inorganic creature that leaches the energy it needs from its victims and hosts, usually via hijacking into their power supply or draining batteries.

quagma rule #20: death is always gorgeous, awe-inspiring, and inevitable, no matter the form they take. from the hooded scythe-bearing skeleton to the angel of darkness to the guiding light of the afterlife, even the hideous form of the Ferryman as he takes your coin has beauty, in its own way.

quagmoth rule #19: always follow the light. it's never anything bad. ever. ignore the sharp teeth behind the pretty glow.

quagma rule #18: two muffins were baking in the oven. One muffin turns to the other and says, gee, it sure is hot in here! To which the other muffin replies, "HOLY SMOKES, ITS A TALKING MUFFIN!"

quagma rule #17: turns out, the grass actually WAS greener on the other side this entire time.

quagma rule 16: sometimes, the big big booty and the hips that don't quit ARE lying to you.