#me for some reason

[cleolinda]

Hey hey! This was the Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab story contest that used 15 of their Halloween scents as prompts. Mine was for a perfume called “Butterscotch and Gummy Candy Witch” (“Butterscotch brittle, burnt coffee beans, and sour apple gummies”). I am not the grand prize winner, but, looking at the results, I am the categorical Butterscotch Winner, and that is what I was shooting for.

The stories will be posted online “in the weeks to come,” so I’m not sure I should post it myself; I may ask if I can sneak it onto the Patreon.

[lord-kiwi-the-wizard]

Me: well sign language is mostly gestures isn't it?

Also me: I'm pretty sure it's all gestures

[ravenkings]

[nouverx]

[WIP] because I'm tempted to paint the first sketch eheh we'll see

[nonebinary-leftbeef]

DEVASTATING the lyric you've been mishearing is better than the real one

[gibbearish]

love when ppl defend the aggressive monetization of the internet with "what, do you just expect it to be free and them not make a profit???" like. yeah that would be really nice actually i would love that:)! thanks for asking

[tecochet]

mary jane's husband and his boyfriend

[franknfurterstriangulardinosaur]

juxtaposition (symbolises scissoring cluelessly)

[floccinaucinihilipilificationa]

[beif0ngs]

alright look, i just wanna know who is the writer that came up with the dumbass idea of replacing the line “Ever since I lost my son, I think of you as my own” with “Lu Ten would have been proud to have you as his father” in this scene for the Netflix live action series???

[cleolinda]

If you are trying to tell me anything rn, I will not see it, my notifications are just an auto-refreshing deluge of boop chaos (invited; carry on).

This is not April Fool’s or boop-related: we are looking at 80 mph winds, heavy rain, hail, and tornadoes in the northwest of the state tomorrow (fellow Alabamians, have your weather apps and charger cords and hurricane lamps at the ready). I don’t know when it will hit us—I’m in central, so a bit later. If you’re in Huntsville or thereabouts, for sure keep an eye on forecasts.

I say this because when I watched a goddamn tornado go past my house late last year, in a neighborhood where we don’t GET tornadoes, we had no warning. Yes, I am still spooked about that. If you’re in NW AL you probably already know about the incoming weather, but: in case you hadn’t heard.

We’ve got 24 hours’ full notice this time, so we’re bringing in potted plants and battening down the patio furniture. The last Strong Wind Advisory we had blew an iron chair over and tore a seven-foot branch off our cherry tree.

I miss the Diagonal Trees that we had to cut down, but at least I’m not worried about them crashing into my bedroom now.

They will probably call a preemptive state of emergency tomorrow and possibly close schools early (wait, they just did). For us, this could either be nothing, or it could be a power/internet outage . Knock on wood, I’ll check in when I can.

[antiverser]

[pluviatrix]

thinking abt botw zelda again. what tha hell

[sirenetica]

Thought I'd take a crack at the Life Series In Your Style board (courtesy of @/xmaruu11)

Tell me which ones your favorite :)

[aitadjcrazytimes]

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Am I the asshole for getting my best friend killed?

I swear to God, it was an accident.

My (27) BF (34) has a reputation for getting himself out of any jam you can imagine; and at first it was just a fun little thing the friend group noticed: there goes Oily J wiggling his way out of trouble again. but as the meme evolved in the group, it got to the point where we'd loykey started getting him into situations just to see how he'd get out of 'em, and he akept getting out of em. He was having fun with it too same as us. "Oh you guys," he'd say, "getting me into situations again," before laughing it off and getting out of it, so it was enrichment for our shared enclosures, and as time went on, the situations got more intense.

The trouble is, it turns out that putting a man in too many situations eventually gets the police interested. And not local hobsknockers cops either; they was like, proper three-letter FEDs. They put out a bounty on any information pertaining to his capture and everything. It was good money too so I thought, hey why don't I put J in another situation he can wiggle out of like always (and he'd wiggled outta worse before, so I thought this one'd be relatively mild), and at the next boardgame night (cause it was too late to do anything special for this one) we can buy some extra strong booze and get absolutely blitzed while having a giggle about the situation.

Boardgame night, and we were playing some social deduction nonsense or another and he says: "One of you is gonna betray me tonight." and I can't help but think, looking back on it, that he knew. It's stupid, I know he was talking about the game, but the way he said it, it was like he knew. We all felt it, and we had a big round robin round the table taking turns promising that we'd never betray him. And I said it so easily cause I thought it was true. Sure, I was gonna talk to the feds about a bounty; but, I fully expected my big beautiful oily boy to wiggle his way out of the trouble I was 'bout to cause, and that's not a betrayal. I wasn't lying. I didn't think I was lying.

My big beautiful oily boy didn't manage to wiggle his way out of it. They killed him and I got my blood money. He's gone.

He's gone and I'm devastated, crying, mourning. I loved him so much. We all did. And I can't stop thinking that it's my fault: that I'm the reason he's gone. and it is. and the guilt is eating me up inside. and I just need to talk to someone about it. So, I tell the rest of the group what happened in the group chat, hoping they'd understand that I didn't want this. I didn't want the government's blood money. It was supposed the be a prank. some joint enclosure enrichment. He was supposed to wiggle out of it like he always does... did, i mean.

They call me, among worse things, the asshole and kick me from the group chat. And, I know it's my fault he's dead: I know that. If I didn't do what I did, he wouldn't be dead right now. But, I didn't mean it for it to end up this way. He was supposed to be okay, damn it. I loved him. AITA?

What are these acronyms?