Oh my gosh it’s pride month, I didn’t realize cause I haven’t been out of the labyrinth in months. Happy pride to all the gay mages, every warlock, bard, changeling and all the non magically inclined members of the lgbtq+ community aswell!.
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Oh my gosh it’s pride month, I didn’t realize cause I haven’t been out of the labyrinth in months. Happy pride to all the gay mages, every warlock, bard, changeling and all the non magically inclined members of the lgbtq+ community aswell!.
Wake up achmage, you have arcane mail!
An owl just brought this to my office which is astounding considering Its on the lower levels of the labyrinth this is 100% going on my wall glad my efforts in the labyrinth havent gone unnoticed.
i get almost nauseous with deep burning desire when i see pictures of ocean water on a bright sunny day
Apparently traps that give adventurers gender dysphoria are “not up to code”. Sorry for trying to be innovative I guess. Unfortunately this means the labyrinth will continue to be closed for the considerable future. I am also waiting on the approval of some of my more…. Unique permits.
I finally got a position befitting my abilities. As of today I am in charge of the labyrinth. Unfortunately the labyrinth will be closed for a few days while we do some… upgrades, as my predecessor wasn’t exactly… competent.
Still mad that ddlc actively doesn’t let you chose Monika, Monika has always been my favorite from the very start when I did a blind playthrough of the game and was bummed they let me chose monika but she’d just be like “no you should help out one of the others” girl please I want to chose you!!!
Wizard 1: Hello?
Wizard 2: Hey, what's up?
Wizard 1: I need your help! Can you come here?
Wizard 2: Well, I can't. I'm buying scrolls.
Wizard 1: Alright, hurry up and get over here.
Wizard 2: I can't find them.
Wizard 1: What do you mean you can't find them?
Wizard 2: I can't find them. There's only homunculus.
Wizard 1: Whaddaya mean "there's only homunculus"?
Wizard 2: It means there's only homunculus
Wizard 1: Well, get out of the homunculus aisle!
Wizard 2: Alright, you don't have to shout at me! (He moves to the next aisle.) There's more homunculus!
Wizard 1: Whaddaya mean "there's more homunculus"?!
Wizard 2: There's just more homunculus!
Wizard 1: Go into the next aisle!
Wizard 2: (moves to the next aisle) There's still homunculus!
Wizard 1: Where ARE you right now?!
Wizard 2: I'm at homunculus!
Wizard 1: WHADDAYA MEAN YOU'RE "AT homunculus"!?
Wizard 2: I MEAN I'M AT HOMUNCULUS!
Wizard 1: WHAT'S STORE ARE YOU IN?!
Wizard 2: I'M AT THE HOMUNCULUS STORE!!
Wizard 1: WHY ARE YOU BUYING SCROLLS AT THE HOMUNCULUS STORE?!?
Wizard 2: FUCK YOU!!!
Midwest emo at the family function
It’s normal to have a deep longing for running away to the vast open sea right…. right guys
Bro the tariffs on goods from the astral plane are getting out of hand I can hardly afford memory crystals anymore I’m probably gonna have to start extracting them directly from townsfolk instead of ethically sourcing them from the astral plane.
Decay is a privilege of the once living.
There is a very very very small rodent slowly gnawing through my brain stem at all times
Don’t turn on the lights. Don’t check the window. Don’t speak your name aloud.
It knows sound.
It loves the shape of your voice. That’s how it learns you.
You’ll want to call someone. You’ll think, "This is ridiculous."
And for a while, it will be.
But then the static will start.
Not loud. Not right away.
Just a whisper behind the power lines. Your name, maybe. Or something that sounds like your name if you’re not listening too closely.
That’s how it starts.
You’ll feel watched. You’ll feel followed. You’ll find things moved, barely.
The chair turned six degrees. The mirror slightly warped. The door open to the wrong room.
Don’t acknowledge it. That’s step one.
Step two: when the dreams begin, do not write them down. It can crawl through ink.
Step three: never say you believe in it. Even if you do. Especially if you do. It feeds on confirmation. It gets realer. Stronger. Closer.
By the time you smell the ash, it’s already in.
You can’t kill it. You can’t outrun it.
All you can do is keep it distracted with someone else
So if you’ve read this far, if you’ve felt it stirring, even now, you’ll understand why I had to leave this here.
You’ll understand why I stopped talking to people. Why I stopped being seen.
I’m sorry.
But I’d rather it take you than remember what it did to me
My shipment of forest nymph lake water is gonna be late what the hell am I gonna drink now