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Life if bro lived close by

People that don’t pick at their skin and recommend these “picking toys” won’t get it when I say that the satisfaction that comes from picking isn’t the act of removal, the satisfaction come from the feeling of ripping my skin apart bit by bit

Having a really long-term hyperfixation that has since faded is terrifying yes but it's also so embarrassing. Hi I used to think about Scrimblo Splungus 25/7. Yeah, for 2 years straight. Nah, I don't think about them anymore except for with a vague sense of melancholy as I recall how they used to make me feel. Anyways this new one, Blimpkins McGee? I'm gonna think about them forever and the cycle will NOT repeat in 2 years. Trust me guys.

I’ve dragged my dad to two (2) Will Wood concerts and now I get to drag his ass to a THIRD ONE????? RAAAAAHHHH 🦅🦅🦅🦅

HEEEEEESSSS BACKKKKK!!!

(Edit: The article got taken down :/ )

https://myglobalmind.com/2025/03/18/will-wood-teases-big-news-and-talks-creative-milestones-in-exclusive-mgm-interview/

announcing spiritkeep: a therapeutic ttrpg

howdy all! some big announcements!!!

first, im nearing the end of my master's program, studying rhetoric and writing, games, and educational psychology. im about halfway done with my thesis, and figured it was time to make an announcement …

my thesis, entitled "designing ​spiritkeep​: therapeutically applied RPGs as a discourse community" is … about what it says on the tin :) in it, I look at the practice of TA-RPGs, which are TTRPGs run for the express purpose of inducing therapeutic growth. TA-RPGs are usually run by a clinician, like a therapist or counselor, or a certified therapeutic game master. my thesis is looking at the needs of therapeutic game masters as a community and asking … what do they need from TTRPGs that isn't currently available?

the thesis takes concepts from rhetoric, linguistics, game studies, literature studies, psychology, and more to ask the question … what would a TTRPG specifically designed for therapeutic use look like? i examine concepts like bleed, close to home characters, dramatic rehearsal, performative speech acts, fixed vs growth mindsets, information processing theory, and more. i also look at criteria set forth by current TA-RPG practitioners for what makes a good TA-RPG, and examine five current games against those criteria. then, i put together the research into a foundation for spiritkeep, a dedicated TA-RPG

spiritkeep is designed around the goal of helping teens and adults heal from complex trauma

that said, its perfectly suitable for a homegame as well, as long as everyone is on the same page and approaches it with the mindset of collaborative growth. all in all, it's still going to be a fun game and a good TTRPG!!

in spiritkeep, you play as a smalltown taskforce with the shared goal of restoring your currently struggling community to a thriving state. you go out on missions like finding resources, diplomacy with neighboring cities, researching ecological problems, and more, while you slowly make your town a better place to live. spiritkeep includes collaborative worldbuilding, a large assortment of playbook options like the Wayfarer, the Knight, the Ghost, or the Shepherd (all designed to hit where it hurts, at least a little!), and a brand new system inspired by PBtA, FitD, BOB, WoD, and more. while the game is designed around grappling with identity and learning how to grow, it can also get a bit tactical and crunchy!! the new dice mechanic makes you think on your feet with every roll

this announcement is also to say that i am beginning the initial crowdfunding of the game through itch. right now, im trying to raise funds to pay the fee to my school to make my thesis open access, meaning anyone can read it. then, remaining funds will go towards things like resources, consultants, art for the kickstarter, and everything else i need to get this project off the ground. ideally, ill be able to team with a publisher to cover the logistics of business while i can focus on the game itself. once the game is finished, there will still be plenty of playtesting, consulting, and other work to do. but!!! this post marks my first steps towards what has been my dream for years now

this sale is how im starting the funding process. it includes the zine preview of my thesis, covering my chapter outline and big concepts, and also my first TA-RPG: with breath & sword, a solo game to help players calm down from anxiety. both items have community copies available: please feel free to grab one if you can't contribute !!

questions, comments, or partnership offers can be sent to psychhoundgames @ gmail(.)com

thanks y'all!!! wish me luck!!!! 🥰🥰🥰

Being queer means that the only time I’ve ever felt good about myself in photos is when I dressed up as a clown for my sister’s photography assignment where my clownsona (Gigatron AKA Giggles AKA Trap K$ng G) climbs the clown corporate ladder to become clown of the month

I use this photo every time I have to use a photo of myself for something (including a name placard for a research conference) and I have no regrets

Sometimes I sit in public staring off into the void thinking about my transphobic father

Other times, usually immediately after, I see shit like this and start laughing so hard I attract unwanted stares in the coffee shop:

It’s all about balance

Today in class we were watching a historical drama and there was a cut away to a garden filled with bees and it reminded me of when I was a kid and on some days we couldn’t mow the lawn because of the ground bees but now my bee garden that I’ve had the last several years is usually bee free and now my head hurts remembering this memory again

Had to make a playlist about Pride and Prejudice instead of writing an essay (yay) and this is what I came up with:

Fair by The Amazing Devil

Mad Dog by The Crane Wives

No Children - Ska by Sad Snack (a ska cover of No Children by The Mountain Goats)

The Hand That Feeds by The Crane Wives

Rule #4 - Fish in a Birdcage by Fish in a Birdcage

Tongues & Teeth by The Crane Wives

When Somebody Needs You (Song) by Will Wood

WHAT LOVE? by I DON’T KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME

What Do You Want from Me Tonight? By Sidney Gish

I Listened by Apes of the State

Love, Me Normally by Will Wood

Hold It In by Jukebox the Ghost

On one hand I am so excited about this assignment but on the other hand I feel bad bc my professor literally teaches at OXFORD and I’m forcing her to listen to Will Wood

…

(My top 5 on Spotify has been the same the past 3 years)

MOVING QUICKLY IS NOT A VIRTUE a zine by me for me. but u can see it too

Nothing makes me feel like more of a NERD than the fact that I skipped a class today.

And I didn’t do it to do something fun like bum cigarettes off old men or vandalize my local big-chain grocery store.

I did it to STUDY and catch up on HOMEWORK.

Middle school me would be disappointed. High school me would have his third eye opened by the actions I have done on this day

The concept of an actual public library in an actual city in the actual United States is mind boggling. Whoever started this account and maintains it is brave and I respect them 🫡🫡🫡

My woke™️ professor to a classroom of non English majors in a 3000 level English literature course:

A: Keep skimming! You’ll figure it out eventually, you cold reading ass.

Y’all ever just wake up from a dead sleep, craving the need to craft and/or feel productive, then realize that because of the time of night there is nothing that can be done?

Then do y’all find some stickers, a fresh, still sealed notebook, AND a pen? All in the drawers of your nightstand?

Evil writing time >:)

Me: *complaining about the loss of the muppets on a large scale*

Mom: *sends me a picture of a crochet hat that looks like a muppet*

Me: *starts crocheting puppets to fill a void in my heart*

there's actually a secret eighth deadly sin and it's exactly like gluttony except for textile projects

https://www.tumblr.com/doomed-to-wanda/747617028751474688?source=share

Inspiration above

TW death, grief

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Five Funerals

They lose Fig first.

Comes with the territory when you're an archdevil - somebody's always looking to take your spot. "Don't worry about it," she says, opening a Planeshift to the recording studio. "It's just the usual rebellious fiends. Icythorz and Bolhondrus and the rest. I'll be back before you know it." She looks resplendent in black leather, the Unfaithable Bass slung across her back, riding the fiery Daymare surrounded in jagged red shards.

Adaine knows before everyone else, but can't believe the vision to be true until she learns that Ayda is gone, too. She scratched every memory of Fig out of her notes before starting over - it was too much pain to bear. The five of them know how it feels.

---5---

It's a few years before they take another hit. Another mission to the Mountains of Chaos, another world-ending calamity to be stopped because Who Else Is Going To Save The World? A small misstep, a miscalculation (six where there should be five, they're only five now) and suddenly the routine becomes deadly.

Riz takes the fall. "It's easier this way," he says, in his last moments. "I'll still see you." And he does. Agent Gukgak Jr., now, with some extra responsibility. But he still comes by. Sometimes. Every so often. Often enough.

---4---

Kristen is next. Only one thing could bring down the most gifted cleric of the age - sacrificing herself for her friends. Third time's the charm when it comes to death, it turns out.

Gorgug is the most hopeful that she'll come back, that she'll find a way again, like in the Nightmare Forest. But Adaine knows this is the end. Even Arthur Aguefort agrees. He quotes Alanis Morissette at her funeral. The followers of Cassandra pull out all the stops.

Adaine, Fabian, and Gorgug have their own ceremony at Ashgrove, next to the Gukgak family plot. It's quiet. Bucky cries into Ragh's shoulder. Aelwyn, Jawbone, and Gertie collect flowers. Tracker stays for a few minutes to say goodbye.

---3---

They quit adventuring after Kristen's funeral. And they don't lose anyone else for a long time. Riz still visits, every few years. They talk about the good old days, how silly it was that Baron was so terrifying when at the end of the day it was an honest conversation that finally did him in. There's rumours that Kristen has ascended to goddesshood herself - Adaine doesn't buy it. She's not the type to be revered.

They come out of retirement for the only reason they would - to bring back one of their own. They finally found Fig's soul, trapped in a ruby in the darkest levels of the Abyss. They can't ask anyone to come with them - it's too dangerous, it's too personal. It's missions like this that kill people.

And when it's all over, when Adaine carries Fabian's burnt, unconscious body back to Morded Manor, they have another funeral to plan.

Gorbag and Roz have already passed, and Wilma and Digby are too old to make preparations, so it falls to Jawbone to organize it. He knows they don't want a lot of fanfare. It's at Ashgrove again, just Adaine and Fabian and the Thistlesprings, and Aelwyn and Ragh. Sandra-Lynn is back in Solace - she sends Adaine a heartfelt text saying she appreciates the invitation, but she can't bring herself to come.

Riz doesn't show for the ceremony - he's desperately scouring the heavenly realms, trying to make sure Gorgug ended up somewhere he wasn't afraid of. Orcish heaven doesn't have him, he reports, and neither does Cassandra.

If he's trapped in the Abyss with Fig, at least they have each other.

---2---

Adaine sees Fabian's death the night of Gorgug's funeral. She needs to prepare, she tells herself. She knows it's going to be hard. She needs all the time she can get, and she needs to know which goodbye will be their last.

They grow old together. Not romantically, although some speculate. Fabian becomes a multiclass advisor at the Aguefort Adventuring Academy. Adaine works in Bastion City as an archivist, with occasional trips to Fallinel for Oracle services. They go for vacations sometimes, but never for too long. The memories find them no matter where they go. Sometimes Adaine wishes she could be Ayda, scrape off the old wounds and start fresh. Arthur talks about her sometimes. She's never had the same spark as that one lifetime, he says.

Adaine watches the wrinkles grow beside Fabian's eye, watches his hair turn grey, watches the Future of Dance become its Mentor. He trades his Battlesheet for a cane-sword, then a regular cane. He takes to wearing the Gregorian necktie to classes, no matter how much it clashes with his outfit. They both wonder how many of their own teachers lost party members.

Adaine holds Fabian's wrinkled hand on his deathbed, in his old room at Seacaster Manor. He grins, flashes the same perfect teeth as on the first day of Freshman Year. "Bet you didn't see this one coming, did you?"

"I did," she whispers, tears streaming down her young elven face. "I knew it would end like this. But I always hoped it would last forever."

They're the last words he hears.

It's not the first funeral Adaine organizes. All the Bad Kids held one for Buddy Dawn, back in high school. She and Fabian worked together on the services for Jawbone, Ragh, and Chungledown Bim - who finally caught up to Fabian in both of their old ages. It is the first funeral she has to organize alone.

Some of Fabian's students attend. Arthur Aguefort gives a short speech, and a few students hear the story of Kalvaxus' return for the first time. Adaine sits with Aelwyn in the front row, a few seats down from Hallariel. Gilear records the service to show Telemaine later. Riz is somewhere deep undercover - he maybe hasn't even heard yet.

She always knew she'd be the last. She didn't expect it to hurt so much.

---1---

Adaine stumbles through a few years before she finds herself again. They pass so fast without a mortal lifespan to hold up against them. She drifts between Fallinel and Bastion City for the most part, with occasional return trips to Elmville. Aelwyn always has a place for her to stay. Seacaster Manor was turned into a dormitory for Aguefort students who needed a place to study, or sleep, or stay away from home for a while. Tracker converted Morded Manor into a temple/bed-and-breakfast for worshipers of Galicaea. Strongtower Luxury Apartments was demolished soon after Fabian started teaching at Aguefort. It seems like everything is different now.

Adaine visits Leviathan once, on a whim. The Compass Points hasn't changed a bit. On a chance meeting in the stacks, Ayda looks at her with a spark of familiarity.

"Adaine Abernant?"

"Yes... you remember me?"

Ayda shakes her head. "There are mentions of you in my journals. I leave journals for when I regenerate-"

"I know. I remember."

Ayda looks intrigued. "I wrote that you were a great wizard, and a good friend. I hear from other sources that you are the Elven Oracle. Perhaps you can shed some light on why the pages around yours are torn to shreds or redacted to the point of unreadability?"

Adaine places a gentle hand on Ayda's shoulder. "I don't know if you'd want that. You lost someone you cared about, so much that you thought it was better to forget her than to bear the pain of losing her."

Ayda considers this. "Is it better to forget?" she asks. "Would you give up the memories of those you lost, in order to keep a logical mind?"

"No. Not for anything."

"Then we should talk."

Adaine smiles. "I'd like that."

---2---

*end

Thanks for reading all the way through! I wrote most of this at 2am and the conclusion the next morning. Please take a reblog to share with your friends or drop a like to let me know you enjoyed - or hated - the story!

Ask me anything about it, please, I love discussing these kinds of theories!!!

JOMPBPC 1/5/25 so funny

A pirates life for tea by Rebecca Thorne dedication page

I went to an independent bookstore that was built in an old theater and I think about it at least once a week. The mezzanine was turned into a used books section. There were alcoves dedicated to classic authors, some sharing space with others while other authors had their own sections (Shakespeare being one of them).

They had local author events and carts full of books you could get a dollar each (as long as you bought the 12 dollar tote bag to put them in) (which is incredibly reasonable don’t get it twisted).

I wish I could go back there every day but it was in ANOTHER STATE so now I can only smell those old books and drink that frozen hot chocolate in my dreams.

Here's your daily reminder that bookstores keep the love of reading alive — but they also keep neighborhoods beautiful. They are places to gather, to celebrate stories, to find community.

Please do your holiday shopping at your local independent bookstore, if you are lucky enough to still have one.

LIBERAL will wood

2econd 2ight 2QUEER (that was fun, goodbye)

the song with five GENDERS

LOVE IS LOVE, me normally

outliars and hypocrites: a fun fact about ASEXUALS

TRANSGENDER VISIBILITY day in vestal, ny (bones)

the MLM character

i/me/myself

against the SANCTITY OF MARRIAGE

becoming the LGBTQ+

LESBIAN'S angel (hurt people? hurt people?)

MS. capgras

10-4 6-up 5-oh cop-out pro-NOUNS

will wood and the TRANSGENDERS

Imagine if this were like those prankster jelly beans and the flavor isn’t something like strawberry or blue raspberry and instead it’s cum

If people want to do self inserts in stories (OG or fanfic) you can’t just make them the protagonist or the love interest or the villain!!! (I mean you can but that’s too easy)

What you gotta do is make the self insert a silly little guy that pops up in the narrative arc like two-three times and fucks EVERYTHING up for the protagonist and co. It doesn’t have to be malicious, it could just be like an “oopsies accidentally ruined your plan my b” thing.

Cause if you really think about it, that’s the roll of the writer (you) in relationship to the narrative. Your job is to make your character’s life difficult in one way or another so that the story is interesting

PLUS if something (god forbid) is actually PUBLISHED, characters are gonna get cut anyways so the self insert needs to be just barely relevant enough to the plot that removing them would mess up the story arc

get you a 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴 who e

E…..ats the word of the lord. Consumes it from their they/them mouthussy

FUCK YOU!!!!!!

Baby no. Don’t say this. Don’t do this to me. :(

Hi!! Real fan of your blog!! I have a question for you: cologne or sprite?

Neither. I don’t drink anything. Only solids for this big boy!

hey i want to call you a slur does it break any of your boundaries

Go ahead Pookie :)

dude..... not cool... don't you know that babies are our future? leave them alone

Babies are NOT our future. They are our history. Babies were actually invented by John S. Baby back in 1732. Before that people actually gave birth to fully grown adults and it was k-wording all of the women (and some of the men too). Then John S. Baby came along and went “hey, maybe make them smaller” and he did. Sure, Mr. Baby k-worded a lot of people in the process, but it was for the greater good of humanity.

are you 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂

Does this answer your question:

👁️🫦👁️

😩🫁😩🫄🏼

🧌

Yeah. I think it does. 😼

get your life together gayboy

I find your post to be kinda silly mate. Might wanna…rethink that…before I……..

You know waht? Forget it 🙅🙅🙅

Gig, I need to know: thoughts on passwords?

PASSWORDS ARE FOR THE ILL AND THE DYING. I FIND THAT PEOPLE WHO STEAL PASSWORDS ARE AFRAID OF THOSE WITHOUT THEM BECAUSE THEY UNDERESTIMATE THE SHEER POWER OF MY COMPUTER. IT CAN SNIFF OUT A THIEF LIKE A DOG AFTER A SQUIRREL, TAKING THE THIEF’S “NIMBLE” FINGERS WITHIN ITS ELECTRICAL TENDRILS AND SNAPPING THEM IN TWO. I DO NOT NEED PASSWORDS. NEITHER DO YOU