🝤 unfortunate mage ◐

gives him a licorice candy!

feeling very scatterbrained and full of creativity that has nowhere to go so it restlessly leaks through the cracks in my skull.

my sprints focus on travel and pilgrimages to fetch monolith pieces but I never say how, what for. why those two seem to loathe eachother despite working hand in hand. how their love makes eachother worse. the high fantasy, the dragons, the death cults, the time loops. the horror of their love. mmm.

how their relationship started on notes of captivity and hatred. opposing aims. how ichnaea knew that verrot was a wildcard in the prophecy, that they had to stay apart : but he did not know that during those years of stasis dreaming, he projected wraiths for verrot to see and obsess over.

I want to talk at length about the carcass of the old moon and how it was brought down from the heavens, warping time and place. how ichnaea fell into a slumber in grim parallel to the way he closed death's gates thousands of years prior. how he dreamed in a captured coffin that verrot then bought.

I write sprints and threads of seemingly inconsequential lore because there is some part of me that covets odynia's plot in preparation for the compendium: short comics, chapters, in-universe treatises. but I long to ramble about #verrotlore and ichnaea, about the wonders and terrors of the world.

had to delete because I cannot be too vulnerable publicly but I'm glad the flying doll found you

you have the power to unleash death himself.

an inch is generous. take it down to a millimeter.

everyone hurry we must put candles around him to really seal the deal!

in need of verrot with no verrot to have. perhaps a bit of writing later, or a sketch if the hand manages. I desire that elf, manifested. called forth. summoned and tethered like the demon he is.

#oc:words

45 minute sprint, 905 words, unpolished.
"a mask for you," a courier meets marion.
prompt was, "marion in his doll room."

why don’t my doctors give me treats, though.

the vet mentioned “brain tumor, brain swelling” and I severed mind from body. may my cat never suffer a fraction of the fear and pain I have. may he make joy in spite of it the same as I have, no matter what. only one of us should have to brave the place with bright lights and needles so often.

goodday friday, today we play with the cards we are dealt and maybe event invite a friend to play, too.

OH I LOVE HIM : seeing this right before heading to bed after a few very long days was healing. thank you so much.

you know I love my monsters! thank you!

forty-five minutes of unfocused, pain-infused sprinting. take that as you will.

#oc:words

45 minute sprint, 905 words, unpolished.
"a mask for you," a courier meets marion.
prompt was, "marion in his doll room."

goodmorning, thursday. today we wince and keep going.

The Confidence of Marquis Fabrice (1898) - Auguste Leroux (1871–1954) #literary_painting

I love you all so much. I am glad that they both got a proper goodbye from the people who loved them most. now they can be with you forever going forward.

Partridges (1891) - Józef Chełmoński (1849-1914) #naturalism

yeah many hospitals, doctors, psychs, therapists are using ai-assists to document and transcribe now. I would advise saying no as they have been repeatedly proven to leak information and violate confidentiality agreements. not to mention some professionals are using them as aids in diagnosing lol.

Drawing of a smiling creature split in half, cartoon guts pour out into a pile.

it all spilled out, but it was relieving!

big fan of diverse santa claus rock polycule

asking my attendants if they ever get thirsty right when the needle goes in. jester privilege.

the trials, tribulations, endless appointments, travel for clinic visits and hospital stays overwhelm but through it all, the jester spirit endures. medication bottles and intravenous bags rattle on me like bells.

goodmorning, wednesday. today we persevere through the pain together.

forever grateful that we have private avenues to discuss the complex relationships between our elves because I admit it grows tiresome having to consistently assert that not only does a character not need to "end up happy", it's far more likely they (are) but in ways unconventional to most.