XMajorFuckup
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Do you just ever look back and wonder how your very foundation you choose to thrive on consists on drawing and writing a fanfiction about the main character and antagonist confirmed a murderer from a indie horror game reinterpreted as a humanoid cat person and a struggling millennial who met each other at a pet store when they were toddlers and believing it was the norm to keep something as a pet, then one and a half decade later question that moral like it's some kind of slavery bullshit and suddenly it's lowkey bestiality with a fujoshi sassy grandma to spice it up a bit. Also fat comic relief. Can't get enough of that.