self-defense is the best kind of killing, dude.

sunny + any pronouns ttrpg podcast sideblog

[kindleaf]

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here you can expect to see: naddpod, d20, drawga & drawtectives, and more :)

follows back from @sunwurm

[theboost]

Why don’t we let the guy whose every plan could be reasonably construed as an abstract suicide attempt take a crack at it

[nodoubtrock]

Do uoh guys likw my oc

[fishieguyy]

Blehhh

[beetlerings]

does anyone ever think about timothy rand

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[koszmarnybudyn]

Wip update cause im taking a break to draw freaky wampires maybe, and i think it looks cool rn.

[parkchanwoohoo]

Found abusive family

[parkchanwoohoo]

Sometimes a group of queer, traumatized people come together and beat the shit out of each other and do DARVO tactics to recreate what their parents did to them. And that's beautiful.

[kindleaf]

i'm sorta like that guy on cnn who does the election night coverage . we have 67% of the vote in from pennsylvania leaning severely towards uncircumcised hardwon.

[kindleaf]

hardwon surefoot

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moonshine cybin

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[kindleaf]

are they docking those things question mark

ya

i can't do this anymore with you

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hardwon surefoot

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moonshine cybin

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hardwon surefoot

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[nannerfly]

Started relistening to Bahumia… my muse Moonshine

[duothelingo]

Why did someone die in my inbox

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They say the home is where the hearth is and fire heals the soul, but you've been trudging through the cold, you have been traveling through ice and snow. 'Cause time isn't an arrow, it's a dagger at your throat, and you are numb from head to toe, and all your blood has turned to stone. So come home to me, the fire's warm and I am making tea. The day has turned to night and all the snow has hardened into ice. Your boots are stained with slush, and the northern winds ain't letting up, and your best coat can't compete with an evening in good company. Frozen half to death, you need a hot meal and your bed, you need a blanket and some rest, you need a toddy and some buttered bread. You wear the mantle like an albatross and never take it off. You let yourself grow numb 'cause you're too proud to need someone. So come home to me, the fire's warm and I am making tea. The day has turned to night and all the snow has hardened into ice. The cold has got its claws in you. Oh, the weather she can be so cruel. But home is where the healing starts, so come in from the dark and find the hearth.

[kindleaf]

set design $60000 battle minis $4000 plot points $3 gillion monologue ghostwriter $75000 someone please help me budget this my podcast is dying

[cy-lindric]

Due to its surprising popularity on the many places it's been posted and reposted to, I decided to finally complete this little wlw sketch that I had kind of given up on. I'm hoping to have it riso printed soon !