Life as part-time heretic
You can't just *wear* the cloak, you have to look the part! (... even if it provides no bonuses.)
Anyway, The Lamb is such a ~foul little creature~, I feel like Shamura would help them when it comes to correctly wearing cloaks
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hastur redesigns its rendition of abel for the hundredth time
i honestly just wanted to fuck around and give him more non human features, kinda went for a sheep ish vibe, tho it isn't super obvious.
yes its not canon but i like to imagine he's like 10 foot or something, just for the sillies :33
give it a month and it'll probably redo the entire thing again
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I love being naked I wanna do this all the time
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honestly, the people bitching about an objectively insane episode of wwdits are SO BORING. it's just a silly little comedy about some idiot vampires that live together and commit atrocities in new york. like what is so difficult to comprehend about that.
of course lazslo would create horrifying animal lab experiments that can talk that guillermo has to take care of.
of course nandor and colin are besties.
of course nadja makes 50 dunkin runs for a crazy lady.
it's just a weird show that is outrageous and funny and sometimes carries an emotional wallop. it's not fucking rocket science.
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Looking back, you weren't sure when you lost control. Her first couple of months working for the company, you treated her like any unpaid intern. You told her what to do, when to do it, she brought you your coffee every day, and you never bothered to remember her name.
However, at some point, she slowly started talking back. You thought it was weird because usually interns know their place, but she had caught you glancing at her shoes each day and decided to push boundaries.
For weeks, you let her talk back to you. You figured a few months and she'd be gone. You'd be stricter with the next intern, but her stay got extended, and she got more confident.
One day, when she brought you your coffee, she smirked. You shooed her away, but she placed her boots on your chair. You shuffled back, unsure of what was going on.
"I've seen you staring at my shoes sir."
"I... Oh... This is very unprofessional."
"You can touch my feet if you want."
"What?"
"I said, you can touch my feet if you want."
You reached forward, but she quickly stepped on your fingers.
"Hold up." She smiled as you winced in pain.
"What the hell"
"Before I let you touch, I'm going to need you to swear alligence to me."
"What?"
"Do as I say and you can worship my feet as much as you like."
And from that moment, you became her beta bitch foot boy.
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