This is the first time I’m ever even hearing that you have an OF, and I’ve known who you are for several years. I guess this uncultured jabroni’s never heard of Murder She Wrote.

I would exclusively refer to her as Dragonborn at all family functions going forward. “Dragonborn, could you fus ro dah me the potatoes please?” And if she protested, I’d frown and say “looks like someone is having a case of the Morndas.”

Perhaps because it’s such a succinct, accurate summation of his character.

So maybe all we need to save this timeline is a sassy twink brat, a snobby goth princess, a horny buff broad, an angry frog, an autistic bookworm, and a man who can dance?

I appreciate my partner’s daily ask of “can I eat this now or is it for a dinner?” 9 times out of 10 he knows the answer, but he remains ever hopeful.

Personally, I’m still at the “spending a ton of money on learning art and then not even doing the art” stage. Now, this doesn’t cost me any less money, mind. But it, uh… It’s…well, it’s…

…

Eh, I’m just gonna go buy more clay.

Thank you

Colt Hyde will forever haunt me.

Joke’s on you, I’ll die anyway. I can barely survive in THIS realm, you think I’m gonna make it in Faerun?

Disclaimer: it will look at you from across a room like this.