drst:

bilt2tumble:

madgastronomer:

nudiemuse:

aestheticrequiem:

sourcedumal:

laughingfish:

braveremus:

thefullmoonchronicle:

morganathewitch:

alpha-centauri:

an-avaar-skald-and-bearsark:

tharook:

darael:

tharook:

diseonfire:

nudityandnerdery:

radioactiveferret:

thestirge:

jarofglitter:

hemoluminescent:

dwead-piwate-meggers:

starrypawz:

buttersketches:

jupiter235:

endorathewitchwriter:

teddy-feathers:

writing-prompt-s:

Your Tumblr username decides your profession. How is your first day at work?

Either there are flying bears or there are going to be.

Let’s see, I’m writing, doing magic and irritating some mortal named Dagwood. 🙂

I’m the king of the Roman Gods, so……..

Well, there’s butter and I’m sketching it

I’m a magical dog or something I guess? idk

Dream. Come. True. I’m a pirate in a fantasy setting. Where piracy is actually kind of fun and not at all horrible.

….My blood glows? I have no idea how you turn that into a job…Living glowstick? I guess people could rent me out for spelunking or raves?

im simply fab.

Uh… I fly around and suck people’s blood. And not in the fun sexy vampire way. More in the horrible bat mosquito abomination way.

Uh… do I get a geiger counter? 

I’m looking forward to that first day of work.

It does not go well.

I do not know where I am. I do not know what I am to be doing. Everyone is confused.

I am in tharook’s boat.  Apparently we are in a boat.  We still do no what we are to be doing or even whether we are meant to stay in the boat.

Are we meant to be in a boat? Is it our boat? Are we the crew of this boat? Who knows.

Sagas. Axes. Goats.

I’m a star. Well, actually a collection of 3 stars– Alpha Centauri A, Alpha Centauri B, and Proxima Centauri (Alpha Centauri C). The brightest “star” in the constellation Centaurus. I burn brightly deep in the void of space and you can only see me if you’re below 29˚ latitude.

I’m a witch, most likely I’ll curse out loud and realise it afterwards. That leaves me working out some awesome anti-curses since I’m quite forgetful with my language and I’d like my curses to be well meant and not just on random. “Oh, you asshole.” “Oh dear, what have I done…”

I chronicle the full moon. And werewolves. Probably I’m an astronomer or someone who studies the effect on the full moon on werewolves. Which would be damn cool. Maybe I am a werewolf. That would be even cooler.

…

Hang around here next full moon. I actually do write about it. 

I’m a hella clever and fierce (and let’s not forget brave af) marauder whose goal is mischief.

And, who may or may not have a furry little problem.

Now where did I put that map….

…am I a comedian at aquariums?

Investigative work. I’m getting cops fired and put in jail left and right…

im a cute musician…

IT’S RAININ HUNNEDS…THROW SOME MO

Mad food scientist. Which… was kind of the idea at the time.

Building whisky glasses?
Getting too drunk to fix Door Locks?
And falling over, effectively, on customers lawns?
Where, I suppose, I’d be sleeping it off.

Seriously? I got nothin.

Hmmm.  Professional research volunteer?  Because apparently I’m in a sensory deprivation tank.