Billini Campaign
love being trusted with “you cant tell anyone this” conversations and nodding a lot and forgetting everything they told me like god intended and going down as a trustworthy individual while doing literally zero work of ill or good
Amnesic neutral
I thought this was going a different direction, but y'all are valid.
I hate people who call me. I don’t have a phone so you can reach me, I have a phone so I can read fanfic on the bus.
concept: I’m rich enough to buy art from freelance artists, commission artists to draw my ocs and i can frame them and put them up on my wall.
concept: all the art is done in the style of fancy portraiture and all the frames are gilt. when guests come to my manor i introduce them to my OCs as if my OCs were actual members of my family.
‘did you say he was a starship captain?’ my guests may enquire timorously.
‘yes,’ i will say, sipping my cognac. ‘a very gay one.’
I don’t understand how people can leave tumblr. I’ve been here since 2009 - I couldn’t leave even if I wanted to.
i really believe that anyone who made an account between 2009-2011 unknowingly signed a contract with the devil and now we’re all trapped here until the website finally dies like leaving has never been an option in the first place