Is Past My Bedtime But This Fanfic Aint Gonna Write Itself

Is past my bedtime but this fanfic ain’t gonna write itself

The world has ended due to wars and magic, what words are you keeping, what words are you removing, and what words are you adding to the English language?

This is satisfactory, you shall be spared punishment. Good day.

Trick or treat

heh?

huh?

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treat?

Lucy Westenra doodle

Doodle I did on my math homework

Why do the art always turn out good when I’m just goofin off?

I believe that no work is entirely original, therefore people are absolutely free to steal ideas from me as long as you add your own flavour to it. And also if you see an oc of mine you like? Take ‘em an spin them around in a blender till they are a different consistency with the same flavour. See a species I made? All of them are open, make silly little goobers. Like the colors in a piece of mine? Color pick them!

So long as you bring something new and wonderful to the table and give credit where credit is due I will probably bounce off the walls knowing you took inspiration off of me

Oh hey, Thoth here, you don’t mind if I just set this envelope containing a little snippet of what I’m working on your desk would you?… alright then… Just don’t open it, ok?

Open the envelope?:

“My name is Lyfrassir Edda, I am the new Head Archivist of The Magnus Institute, London. Due to recent events I have acquired a job here. Before this I worked as an inspector, and perhaps that’s what got me hired. Either way my employer, one Ms. Carmilla, seems happy with my placement here, and who am I to complain about getting a paycheck. She has given me three assistants. Their names are Ivy Alexandria, Raphaella La Cognizi, and… Marius Von Raum… I will not say much about them, but I hope I will not be needing their assistance often.”