Hi You Responded To A Singular One Of My Posts We Are Mutuals Now You Cannot Get Rid Of Me

Theyre never getting out of there the word search has a typo!!!! Uh oh!!

I need to know is this on purpose @ask-the-rag-dolly is this the gloinks way of rubbing salt in the metaphorical wound that was them being kidnapped and held hostage.

How is pomni doing after being stuck together with gangle and kinger for a while

"...This might take a bit."

CACKLING

I am hunting you down how’s it feel to join me in hell hun

💅

How do I use this ffucking website

Perfect first date opportunity

Shiny 😍

🩷 RagaPom 💜

Artstyle fever holy shit?!!?! 😻😻😻

Hail little lamb! Hail, little god!

ITS SO FUNNY UNIRONICALLY

EVERYONE NOSEDIVED IMMEDIATELY

Crazy what one episode does to a mf

Woah,,,,,

I see you like these cats.. well, now It's time to make them suffer

Re reblog because i don’t stop thinking about this it’s great I revisit it once a week and giggle because it’s great.

Hop Hop

THANK YOU @thecosmiccrow FOR THIS AMAZING HEADCANNON I PHYSICALLY COULD NOT STOP MYSELF FROM DRAWING SOMETHING FOR IT🗣‼️‼️

The Rehabilitation of Death

Chapter 16: My Friend, The Sopping Wet Beast

With Heket's health progressing and the Harvest ritual setting the flock off in full bloom, Lambert prepares for the biggest festival in the century: a combination of a feast, bonfire, a follower's wedding, all while processing the newly developed change in theirs and Narinder's 'friendship'. Or really, the fact that the cat is now hesitating to disprove it as such. That alone is something new.

Narinder makes good on his promise, utilizing a heretic to open Anchordeep's door in a process Lambert gets to witness leading to a rather interesting conversation. The first crusade into Anchordeep is an impulsive one, and it's far too wet for the cat's liking. Lambert amuses themselves by trying to make the God of Death blink using the power of social mirroring and pushes their luck a little bit too far in playing.

Narinder's exasperation follows him into his sleep. Dreams remind him of a cycle he's put himself into. They are not gentle in handling his memories.

Read Tags/Author's Note for Warnings. Chapter Wordcount: 15,292

HELLI???!?? OH MY GODS??!???

I love my autistic son