🝤 unfortunate mage ◐

#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.

as far as active forums go, there's rpnation.com as well, but I can't speak to its quality and longevity personally. I just lurk.

a lot of people still roleplay in games : xiv venues, secondlife, etc. if you mean 1:1 rp, then discord and shared ellipsus documents. there are some rp discord groups, as well as lfrp channels in venue servers, but they're not very kind to the kind of characters we write, if I'm being honest.

oh I'd be touched, absolutely!

verrot and walkelin at nineteen and twenty-three summers, respectively. a sketch unearthed from the layers.

not even a quick peruse through secondhand shops is safe from my lewd, character-centric daydreams.

and better yet : verrot taking hold of what fruit is laid bare like the forsaken apple, twisting like he might take it from its stem. leather on skin, red welts and blue bruises rising beneath his touch. leaving his indelible mark on the land which he sows, reaps, drinks deep of.

imagine this if you will : walkelin in this and nothing else. pulse evident in his thin skin.

I relate. it has helped me to treat socmed less as a means of communicating and more like a junk journal. images, thoughts, talking to myself first and foremost. I hope you allow yourself a space to just be you, regardless if people "care" or not. people are very prone to hyperfixating, sadly.

no sense in lying about my dalliances, you know.

concept : you get him out of this only to find these beneath.