yes, but the dead are everywhere;

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me: man my job sucks i want to play video games or somethin

the nefarious anglerfish:

yeah man i'm homebrewing d&d 5e for a rugrats inspired campaign. yeah spells are like the babies using their imaginations you know. barbarian rages are tantrums. yeah no they'll still be fighting gnolls and driders and shit

short rest is naptime

"are the gnolls and driders also imaginary" the monsters are all too real.

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TIL female gladiators or “gladiatrices” existed in ancient Rome, but were rare because it was considered unwomanly. One gladiatrix of note was a woman who fought wild boars with a spear while topless, and who would squat to urinate in front of a stunned crowd.

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butch realness

feeling the urge to create something weird and online. like i spend a ton of time writing traditional prose in the hopes of sometimes getting traditionally published, but sometimes i just wanna make a real weird indie rpg or something you feel me

one issue with this is that like, writing novels is my day job. it's a ton of fun and very rewarding but (most of the time) it doesn't feel particularly romantic. i hope readers will find my writing profound but i'm too aware of every little step of the creation process to really feel that way about it

wanting to make a strange little indie game or w/e is an urge i mainly get in the evenings, after dark, when the world feels vast and mysterious and the night is full of promise etc. but i know that as soon as i act on that urge and take real steps to make something whatever i make will stop feeling mystical and just become another project

truth is you can't make anything of your own that will ever feel as profound to you as art made by people of whose creative processes you have no inside knowledge! sad but true!

i mean on one level this knowledge is deeply liberating because once you accept that's how it works you can start creating without feeling like you're doing something wrong but also damn can a girl feel like her art is getting at some fundamental truth for fucking ONCE

feeling the urge to create something weird and online. like i spend a ton of time writing traditional prose in the hopes of sometimes getting traditionally published, but sometimes i just wanna make a real weird indie rpg or something you feel me

one issue with this is that like, writing novels is my day job. it's a ton of fun and very rewarding but (most of the time) it doesn't feel particularly romantic. i hope readers will find my writing profound but i'm too aware of every little step of the creation process to really feel that way about it

wanting to make a strange little indie game or w/e is an urge i mainly get in the evenings, after dark, when the world feels vast and mysterious and the night is full of promise etc. but i know that as soon as i act on that urge and take real steps to make something whatever i make will stop feeling mystical and just become another project

truth is you can't make anything of your own that will ever feel as profound to you as art made by people of whose creative processes you have no inside knowledge! sad but true!

yeah man i'm homebrewing d&d 5e for a rugrats inspired campaign. yeah spells are like the babies using their imaginations you know. barbarian rages are tantrums. yeah no they'll still be fighting gnolls and driders and shit

short rest is naptime

aleapofbeauty on ig

princess peach at the sperm bank

not a motorcycle gear fetishist but i believe in their beliefs. possibly the coolest looking form of homosexual kink

tom hiddleston crisp embarssment

BRUTAL assessment from the press

i live in the most haunted house in the northern hemisphere because i keep buying cursed dolls and cracking them open like pistachios to release the ghosts inside em. see i've got this business idea and it's to unethically harvest their ectoplasm and sell it in little jars like honey. unfortunately i've hit a snag, namely that ectoplasm tastes like shit and also if you ingest it you permanently lose the capacity to feel joy. so now i've got a bunch of unsatisfied customers who are literally impossible to please banging on my door at all hours. it doesn't really matter though because the ghosts are already constantly slamming all my doors and cabinets so it's just a wall of sound in here at all times anyway. i'm pretty sure i've got tinnitus now but on the upside i've got this new business idea where i repair old dolls with kintsugi and sell them at a ridiculous markup to etsy women in cuffed corduroy pants.