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How do I tell tumblr that I do not want to hide mature content. I, in fact, want more mature content. This sexuality will not discover itself, I need tasteful depictions of DICK

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Ah yes. Session prep

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Nah it’s cool I got one (1) nice comment and remembered that actually life is pretty good

the extremely unfortunate feeling of your work being flooded with negative comments upon your latest update

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the extremely unfortunate feeling of your work being flooded with negative comments upon your latest update

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Just about done with my Mythos Postcard set! Still tweaking here and there, but I really like how the colors look all together. These’ll be available at cons this year :)

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Letter found along the road leaving Vathirond. Sometime in the year after the Mourning.

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Introducing Triage(Einar Jorasco) Class: Fighter(subclass Champion) Race: Half-elf Eyes: Golden brown Skin: A slight darker than tan Hair: Brown Facts: - He cannot cast or do magic, only able to interact with magical objects. (He has tried and failed to do so for the majority of his childhood.) - Formerly a combat medic for the Karrnathi army, well skilled with a halberd and various kits. - He is an affair child, making many house members nervous around him.

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As a lil treat for myself, I like to name my upcoming session and arcs, sometimes dramatically, sometimes memey. Next session, my players will be heading towards a magic library in Karrnath, there to meet the Head Librarian, known by the title of ‘The Raven’. So, next session’s title is

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Starting a new DND campaign this Friday, and the party starts out having a clandestine meeting of the minds in a flying skycoach bar called the Turn of Phrase and I’m excited

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The reason open concept as a design philosophy is evil is because it intrinsically changes the power balance of guest and host. You can’t breeze into the dining room with a pleasant smile like the mushroom risotto you made was as easy as pie when everyone saw you break down in tears over the cobbler and say things to your spouse that are, at best, grounds for divorce and, at worst, violations of the Geneva Convention.

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Never underestimate the power of marriage contract au fluff fics I have written 17k words in the last week

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Nothing informs me of the average person’s media illiteracy than the kind of the shit people say in Ao3 comments

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BREAKING NEWS: Writer discovers for the millionth time that they can write whatever they want. Join us now to see if the lesson will stick.

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"just write a little every day" ok but what if i write nothing for 3 weeks and then suddenly type like i’m being hunted by god

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hyperfixation please stay with me long enough to complete the project. hyperfixation do not fade. hyperfixation finish what you started for the love of god

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I’ve been working on a Marriage Contract AU Harry/Daphne fic and have published the first two chapters, which possessed my fingers and compelled 5,400 words out of them in less than twenty four hours

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I have a lot to say about thirteen’s run, but positing her incarnation as one who spends every waking moment lying through her teeth about the truth of who and what she is to her friends, her “fam”, only to then have the mask ripped off her by the return of the Master, her oldest and truest friend, who knows her better than anyone, and who has always held the mirror up to her actions is a choice I can only wholeheartedly endorse.

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Harry blushes furiously, conscious of the audience they have for their little moment. He chances a glance over his shoulder to check for his friends’ reactions. Hermione is smiling widely, looking giddy and a half step away from giggling. Behind her, Ron’s grin splits his entire face, and he is giving Harry two enthusiastic thumbs up over Hermione’s shoulders. Neville just looks confused. Luna is batting at something in the air only she can see, looking like a cat with a ghostly ball of yarn. Ginny, eyes locked onto their joined hands, looks like she’s swallowed a lemon.

Excerpts of a Harry/Daphne piece I’m working on