Amateur Artist

A loving, married couple wake up one day to find that they have returned to their high school days, when they were the most popular student and the class geek.

“Please stop writing! The very next thing you write will actually happen!”

In a world of magic and dragons, everyone thought the healers needed to be protected. No offensive magic to speak of how could they protect them selfs? That’s what everyone thought. Until you proved you can actualy heal someone to death…

You are an ancient lich. So ancient, in fact, that your magic operates under an entirely different set of rules from the magic the party of adventurers you’re about to fight is familiar with.

“I will give you the power you seek,” the Fae lady said, “but in exchange, I will take your firstborn child.” “Alright, so when do you want to meet my parents?” “Wait, what?” “When do you want to get married?” “Hold on, now…”

Your partner is trying to hide their nonhuman nature. You figured it out months ago but play along because you find their antics amusing.

You’re a seemingly normal, average 10-year-old child except for one thing: time travelers have been trying to assassinate you for years, and you’re not sure why.

“Remember, if you die in the simulation-” “Yeah, yeah, we know, you die in real life.” “What? No! You need to reset the simulation with this terminal! What is WRONG with you humans?!”

Look at this goofy fucker pretending to be a writer. GET OUTTA HERE

I GAINED 112!! SHE IS NOT TO BE FEARED

kissable freak

[ID: a drawing of a dog-like creature drawn on white paper with blue marker. it has large, soulful eyes, a shaggy tail, and no discernible mouth. it also has seven legs, which are delineated with straight lines and small paws near the head and thin, wavering lines with no paws near the tail. written across the animal’s torso in all caps is the word “sloppy”. /end ID.]

Secret bunkers full of time machine repair equipment are placed throughout history by time travelers just in case someone gets stuck in the wrong time. You are tasked with manning one of these bunkers

You’re a Shapeshifter who was wounded by a monster hunter, in a last ditch effort for survival you shifted into a normal household pet and were whisked away by a plain human unaware of the supernatural where you’ve lived for the past three years. You thought you were safe, but they’re back…

“I’ve never seen a wizard do that before.” “I already told you, I’m not a wizard.”

You’ve slain the beast, but instead of payment the villagers kicked you out Enraged, you do what no mage has ever done: Ressurect a dragon.

Your great-great-great grandfather was a vampire. However, the vampire genes are so diluted all it means is you’re mildly annoyed by crosses, are allergic to garlic, and get sunburned easily.

“If the military wanted me to have a spouse they would issue me one.” The military did and they issued you one.