Notice!
Sammy is no longer going to be available on this blog, and can instead be found @acephalousantics
This blog will be turned into an archive, but Sammy is no longer going to be tied to the ROTG fandom as his main verse, and is instead going to be non-fandom, and a bit less kid friendly than he already was.
describe your muse as shittily as possible in the tags.
Anything up to and including getting shot in the thigh would be good after that, Mr. J.
That’s your opinion.
I rather like clogging my veins with disgusting dollar burgers after a rough night and good high.
And I rather like having metal projectiles punching holes in my body.
To each his own.
Mc Donald’s is only good when you’ve smoked two bowls and just got through fucking a man three times your size.
There I said it.
Anything up to and including getting shot in the thigh would be good after that, Mr. J.
Signs that the dog has found something dead to roll in:
There are odd chunks in his fur. He smells worse than me, an unliving person who consumes the life force of others. He looks too pleased with himself. He is sleeping on the gosh darn pourch tonight, he is!
Check the captions on the pictures!
I’m opening up commissions cause I need money and drawing is pretty much the only thing that I know how to do
Happy Easter! {x}
There will be springtime on every continent, and I’m bringing hope with me!
“If I were dating you, I could just watch you in your room. Oop, wait, that's 'if I was invisible'. Well, we could still date if I was invisible. And I could still watch you in your room. Bzz.”
“... Have I told you recently you’re a creep? Because you’re a creep.”
send me “if i were dating you” anons
REBLOG WHILE RELEVANT
He arrives in a cloud of orange smoke and crouches down, leaving a bunch of decapitated bunny peeps on one of the rocks in the warren before leaving. He hopes its not seen as a threat, and that the 'Good Luck!' he spells out with them isn't seen as sarcastic.... He just really likes the heads of the bunny peeps, they're the best part.
“Er…..” Well it wasn’t exactly typical for the Pooka to find a small pileof these in his Warren, so once could almost say the look of puredisgust was warranted. For one, Bunnymund wasn’t really a fan ofpeeps - never got the attraction. Secondly, they were all headlessbunnies. Either Doodle went on a odd anatomically specific food rampage or - well it went over Bunny’s head that was certain. “Somethin’ ta clear out later then.” he muttered, nudging one of theheadless treats with his footpaw awkwardly. He’d have Doodle pick theseup….