It’s been 1 year. Quarantine has finally been lifted. The second rush for toilet paper has begun.

Imagine that you’re the angel in charge of the Apocalypse. For millions of years, you’ve known the who, what, when, where of the end of the universe. And then three days before the beginning of Armageddon, the antichrist was killed in a hit and run.

True invulnerability. Being immune to everything. Dimensional alteration? Nope. Time manipulation? Unaffected. Even the universe itself ending cannot stop them until the ability ceases to function.

Write a story about this final, ultimate form of defence.

You see, where others
were only taught love to defend
themselves and had to learn
the hard way how to survive,
her mother taught her
how to breathe fire
so that if they ever
threw her to the wolves
she could set their
heart aflame.

Why do people lie?

I have always loved
being the beast.

A witch, but they use their magic to strengthen their bodies and break oak logs with their bare hands instead of turning invaders into frogs.

A joyful bard and a grumpy cleric go on a quest together, except they don’t know what the quest is.

“God wanted me dead. Now you get to find out why.”


This man is trapped in his house with what’s going to be like 1000 giant moths and it is somehow the funniest thing I have seen in days.

I rarely reblog things but this is an old classmate of mine! I haven’t seen him in years but he always took moths and other insects to school to look after them.  Hang in there, Bart!