And the brooms don’t work either
In the morning , before I leave I’m gonna look at my computer like
then run out the house like
IDK if I want to draw or if I just want to laze around…My anxiety “symptoms” are starting to show up…dbjblkgfblkfl I haven’t been talking to people much lately.
So there’s this series with a 14 year old kid who’s hair catches fire regularly. He’s apparently the next boss of a mafia family and a fucking bamf hitman baby moves in to tutor him. He makes a nudie run pretty much every episode until the 40s.
If that’s not crazy enough, he has obsessed best friend with more than a man-crush on him. Man-crush’s sister is also in the mafia and her weapon is purple poison food that can apparently melt metal.
If that’s not crazy enough, there’s another kid who refuses to graduate from middle school purely so he can keep biting people to death. And the teachers let him. He keeps a hedgehog in a box to use as a weapon and what’s more, it’s super effective.
Then there’s also this crazy motherfucker who’s eyes can flip him into 7 different levels of god mode and who’s apparently been to hell. And back. He’s imprisoned in a jail that’s allowed to drug and bind their prisoners with chains and keep them submerged under water for life. One of his minions can become just like ferocious animals purely by putting in different sets of false teeth.
Then there’s the guy who immediately becomes incompetent as soon as his men aren’t around. He has a magical turtle who can become the size of king kong. This turtle can also swallow people and lay them out in eggs, leaving them feeling fresh and rejuvenated. He also has a rapidash but that’s besides the point.
There’s also some crazy guy who apparently uses wires to make knives do fancy tricks but really they defy every single fact of physics known to man. He killed his twin brother but because some lunatic can inhabit every single parallel universe known to man, his brother is brought back from the dead
Let’s not mention the cute jock who uses ridiculous sword moves that involve lots of very conveniently-available water doing impossible things like projecting mirror images of him and hiding him from attackers.
But I know. I know. All of this pales in comparison to A GUY WHO WEARS AN APPLE FOR A GODDAMN FUCKING HAT.
The best way to start off RPs is by talking about the scenery. Example:
- It was half past nine. The climate was completely and utterly cold outside as pale blue eyes look across the skyline. A strange thump hit the woman’s right shoulder as if it came from above. Immediately looking over to her right, a look of astonishment came over her face. By God, although she once had a fantasy about such as a youngster, it had really happened. It was raining dicks.