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aria-greenhoodie:

actual-god:

missjukebox8bit:

ariel-s-awesome:

gemstone-gynoid:

pulmonary-poultry:

One of my favorite character archetypes is “small, cute character that is horrifyingly powerful in their canon”

I mean look at this

These children have fought literal gods and won

One is a being made of two different gods and also living primordial ooze, able to kill the biggest God in the setting

One with a soul that is equivalent to every single monster’s soul combined, with the power of mental time travel through sheer force of will

One that is apparently born of dark matter, able to disintegrate anything and integrate anything into himself

And they’re all nonbinary.

Conclusion: Nonbinary people are strong enough to kill God

It doesn’t bode well for me that you’ve figured that out.

Hello there Tumblr user actual-god, guess what my gender identity falls under? : )

Presenting them too since despite not being small, they did murder a god.

Guess what day it is!

It’sFridaythe13th

This angel (?) Is based off of a ribbon tailed astrapia, black sicklebill and feather star.

one-time-i-dreamt:

Me and my props crew friends were the crew of the revenge from Our Flag Means Death (except it was partly a bus) and we started a bet on who could seduce Izzy Hands first.

@sunnibits

aria-greenhoodie:

bamsara:

onehappyboo:

the-queen-of-bithynia:

yolobus:

tag yourself; I identify as “strongly agree”

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Strongly disagree

@bamsara

Strongly disagree

somewhat agree

Neither agree nor disagree

I may not be participating in Mermay this year, but have a mer! OCTAtag

They’re based off of a squidworm. Their fin-thingies are iridescent, and they look super funky in general.

Bonus pic without background and bloom under the cut

saturno-sol:

Mfers at Furry PowerPoint Night be holding up an Octhedron and saying it’s the best waifu

This the bitch that made everyone in the room give a standing ovation

*Slides this gremlin across the table*

Behold, a true tumblr sexyperson

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