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Pinned Bio
Not sure how to change my bio or the title of the blog so it stops saying “Untitled”, so I’ll pin this post (if that’s possible?). (EDIT: I finally fixed it!)
I’m Tabber!
Twenties Canadian (leaf!), he/him.
I am into pixel art, role-playing, history and little facts, aesthetics and backgrounds. Writing is a big deal for me, and I will be putting down little stories and prompts.
Have a good night/day.
Be Careful...
Be careful who you invest in. Some people return kindness. Some show you kindness but then forget every act of kindness. Some people forget who you are.
...Someone loves her, she forgot that I'm him.
Thursday, January 18.
Y2K.
Picture the scene: your phone rings, it's a Nokia. You do not simply walk down the street, no, you roll down it. You roll because you wear Heelys (unless, of course, you own jelly shoes). When you get home, you will check on your (digital, sadly) animal companion at Littlest Pet Shop. Then it's time to kick back, relax, and switch on your V-Tech. When the weekend arrives, you will likely rent a video, maybe even a DVD, and you will do so from Blockbuster. And when there is nothing to do, absolutely nothing, you will pass many a happy hour watching those strange pipes in primary colors extending and bending around the sleepy screen of your PC.
The time: the 2000s. Enjoy it while it lasts, and remember, it will be back before you know it.
Sometimes We Go All In...
And sometimes we win.
wtf happened to the Mossflower geopolitical situation by Loamhedge that led to a bunch of cannibals operating within a day’s walk of the abbey walls
Wasteland between two giants: Redwall and Salamaderston, when the hegemonic stability theory of security fails, an essay.
In Tolkien's worldbuilding there was wide wilderness with few folk living in it, in Jacques' there is a repeatedly changing situation where threats disappear and new ones rise up, all their tales intersecting in the same region where creatures interact with the consequences. I love writing that depicts things like this "wasteland between two giants" phrase that Kinsey has so awesomely coined.
The crackle-
The crackle of a radio and a cat's purr.
Two things I adore.
the swarm
It continues to gather 'round me.
I woke up...
I woke up and logged into Tumblr wondering: "how many unsuitable fer work bots are following me today?" and there was five.
I'm so popular!
...Every bot who follows this gets blocked.
Set a Writing Goal
Holding a notebook in my hands, blessed by short, frequent wind under a grey-clouded sky and visible sun, I set my writing goal. Describe the thing in mind, be it creature, scenario, motive or setting, until my writing reaches the end of this page. And my right hand sets to work under the direction of mind and soul, with such ease I briefly forget that the pencil is separate from the fingers that wield it.
Joining the letters from the page, a small fly lands next to my left thumb. I am unfamiliar with the species, but the insect refuses to bite.
A few seconds of patiently watching me write, and the little fly leaves. My words exceed the page I started writing on, causing a smile to bloom on my face. Joining it is a heart rate that quickens with excitement, supplied with oxygen from clean, manual breaths.
Problems and conundrums fall away, disappearing from a person who has, through writing, become entirely aware of the self.
Wooden fencing creaks to my left, and I nearly mistake the sound for a bird call. It remains distinctive from those happy little fellows frequenting trees around the area. Are we in oneness together? Not quite. Our lives and mentalities differ. But we get along in peace. The rain due to descend upon the backyard shall soon provide them with a few happy reasons to come visit.
On Goblins, Short Story
With the day's work completed, a human sat down in a study that seemed like it mixed a greenhouse and research area. The robe adorning their body was well worn, the results of having nothing else to don for several winters. The labour was difficult, but always fulfilling when the herbal crop came in and the locals' needs were met.
Plucking a large feather quill -from a griffon! extra durable! What a find!-and dipping it into an ink well, the researcher picked up where they had left off in the weeks prior.
*Goblins are oft shown having noses that are either hooked or entirely bulbuous, but these tendencies in depiction are the result of skewed versions of events. The idea that goblin noses must be lengthy, hooked or bulbous is based on a series of our myths depicting human evildoers with those features. The authors of those work are city folk who have never been exposed to any goblins, not even the occasional merchant or minstrel.*
Clouds parted through the glass skylight that sat above the writer's chair and desk, slowly beginning to illuminate the area beyond the extent of the light provided by their measly candle.
*Indeed, the noses on goblins vary wildly depending upon the genetic variety and stock available. Most have either wide or flattened noses, apparently. Though quite a number also have small ones that are rounded off and decidedly cute. We are lucky that the latter tend to come from goblin cultures and breeds that do not ransack our land.*
Their eyebrows wrinkled as they added, *though a fair few are thieves, unable to concieve the notion of property.*
Continuing on, *Finally, I will write on the subject of weregoblins. To put it bluntly, the idea that goblins bite other folk and transform them into a kind of lycanthromorphic werebeast with goblinoid attributes is absurd.*
Pale white rays filtered through the glass dome that topped the greenhouse study, coating the writer in their gaze. A visible ruffling took place, something moving erratically under the robes, and then the writer lowered their face as the ears began to change.
*...Such narratives of transforming into goblins or goblin-likes are unsupported and have no documents to claim otherwise...*
Elongation in the ears occurred, the skin cells greening to turn the face's conflection into a colour someplace between mucus and leaves. They formed a wide smile with their mouth, which was freshly changed.
*...And no documents ever will.*
gentle reminder to you — yes, you — that your writing is better than you think it is and it’s okay to feel proud of it
Yeah!
The night... The knight? The knight begins to shine!
...Shine deviously. Muahuehuehuehue.
T e a
Drew a birb man this morning.
I don’t know their name, here they are!
Completed by Workplace Harassment & Safety course!
I will not commit public floggings in a workplace setting.
I will not commit public floggings in a workplace setting.
I will not commit public floggings in a workplace setting.
Not that I ever would!
Dip Tea
I dip my fingers into the primordial tea of creation and draw forth the sparkles from which things fine and fabulous, daring and frightening are born.
