I got some random person online to listen to the mechanisms then used that as a gateway to get them into the magnus archives, I am tricking this person into the gay horrors
joel is forever my stay at home husband I go out to do everything while he sits at home making his wooden figurines and statues babe deserves a rest from the atrocities
the reason the characters i write go on tangents in their head is because i often go on tangents in my head too. if we're in the middle of talking and i suddenly zone out it's probably not your fault i am just incredibly bad at following the present moment to moment. in general.
I love it when people use "shrimp" to mean "beyond the human range". like "shrimp colors" but applied to other things. "shrimp emotions" "shrimp sounds" "shrimp morality", as if shrimp are living some kind of transcendent existence that humans can never comprehend
The thing about Cottagecore is that is a fetishized aesthetic of country life, divorced from labor and idealized by a primarily urban audience with a backward looking ethos of tradition. They are not prepared for the stresses of a rural life: farming; harvesting; tapping pumpkins to ensure none of them have been replaced with flesh; losing out on income by having to use one of your pigs in a blood sacrifice to paint protective sigils over your doors and windows; checking cracks and chimneys for the flesh-vines of the Pumpkin Lord; having to decide, before the Growth is complete, whether that's really your tradwife or an amassment of vines, leaves, and blood in the shape of your tradwife; ignoring their desperate pleas that "I'm me! No! No!" as you burn them alive, realizing too late you picked wrong; and the exploitative corporate nature of commercial farming in 2024. All seen through a deeply colonial lens, of course