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lightly-salted-icecream

hey im leaving this blog and remaking as @creaturetap ! if anyone wants to follow me there or whatever

lightly-salted-icecream

hey im leaving this blog and remaking as @creaturetap ! if anyone wants to follow me there or whatever

lightly-salted-icecream

hey im leaving this blog and remaking as @creaturetap ! if anyone wants to follow me there or whatever

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brainrotdotorg

i am shrunken down and brought to the gnome world and when i attempt to assimilate to their culture I use an acorn cap as a hat and they all laugh cheerfully at my silly mistake of wearing what they use as a bowl like a cap and though this is a transgression that would have humiliated me in my human life I am instead laughing alongside them at my humorous misunderstanding

brainrotdotorg

they ask me what I would like to eat and knowing that gnomes enjoy fruit i ask for my favorite fruit, an apple, and they all laugh raucously and say that i must be very hungry indeed to desire an entire apple rather than just a small chunk, and i go along with their joke and say that while my body may have shrank my stomach has not! and they all guffaw with delight until their faces turn red and see that my request is met and we all sit around a toadstool and share many apple slices together

brainrotdotorg

over my time spent with the gnomes, my antics are still regarded with much delight. though i am past the age in which i am confused by their customs and norms, i occasionally pretend to be clueless about simple and easily understood things, such as shock at how toads are as tall as I am. they all continue to laugh at my feigned surprise, and sometimes join in, asking me if I need any help distinguishing what berries are for eating and which are for painting. i laugh, too. there is a sense of grace that comes with my shortcomings amongst the gnomes. they are entertained by my misunderstandings, yes, because life is to short to not be jolly.

brainrotdotorg

i wake up one morning back at my original size. the small cavern in the roots of a tree that i lived in is destroyed in my sleep. my clothes, tailored from cut-up scraps of fabric, are shredded around me. i am a human again. i am horribly embarrassed.

the gnomes of the community gather around where i sit, all looking at me and exchanging glances with each other, none of them speaking the obvious. i can no longer stay here, now that i am not their size. but i was part of their community. i became one of them, indistinguishable from these people only from my past. how am i supposed to return to the world of the humans now? there is no life left for me there. that is not a life where i may fish for minnows in a babbling brook and feast off a bounty of raspberries. i am distraught. i cry.

my community comforts me. friends, all minuscule to me now, pat me wherever they can reach, nimbly dodging the tears that fall from my face. one of them offers me water. they don't have any containers that are big enough for me, they apologize, so just this acorn cap filled with morning dew will have to suffice.

i take the acorn cap and look at it in my hands. it is so small now. with a sniff, i put it atop my head.

the gnome chuckles. then laughs. then bends at the waist, bellowing with laughter, supporting himself on my knee. then i am laughing too, face red, tears still falling, and my community of gnomes laughs with me as well, so loud that a flock of birds takes off in the distance, and i am still laughing even as i stand to my feet and lumber away, back to where i once came.

solisaureus

came home drunk last night and got way too excited to see my cat

solisaureus

everyone look at these namaki drawings that my friend @lakefama drew i’m crying

mybarricades

Giulio Paolini | Académie 3, 1965

catmask

i think if you block someone it should play an explosion animation on their dashboard but not say what happened or who . just like battleship

catmask

im saying thisbecause it would make everything worse and also funnier

samanthamash

My first five Monster Mashtobers are all done and now for sale here as mini prints and stickers!

The designs are Smile Monster, Spotted Sphinx, Sea Serpent, Lamassu, and Hellhound. This is my personal Monster Mashtober! So what does this entail? No themes, no lists, no following other people's rules. Just me drawing some ghosts, folklore creatures, cryptids!

wowwforever

if parks and rec was still being made they’d do a bit where ron swanson has to wear a pronouns name tag and it’d just be “???/???” And it’d cut to a talking head of him going

“I’ve been a fool all this time. It’s bad enough the government knows my name, but now they want to know my gender? So I’m not letting them know my preferred pronouns. As far as I’m concerned, no one in this building should refer to me at all.”

disastervaxildan

my favorite thing about griffin as a dm is that he taught himself how to write and produce original music for taz but refused to learn the 5e ability checks

pyupa

pulling up to the function scared and puffed up

notfocks

i love you Nimbus

littleguysdaily

mangonetics

the next big Marvel villain is gonna be named “Killworker” or something and his catchphrase is gonna be “workers of the world unite, we have nothing to lose but our chains” and he’s gonna slit a child’s throat as he says it

flagellant

Oh sunk-cost fallacy, we're really in it now. We are in fact so really in it that if we quit now then everything we did would have all been for nothing and so we have to keep going in

sleepy-bebby

Review of a butterfly farm… 🦋

boggblog

I interned at a place w butterflies and had to tell a mom to please stop offering the “snacks” on the pedestals to her kids and we had to give a speech to all the ppl who entered which I added lines to daily. Including the infamous “butterflies like fruit that’s a little older than what we eat, so the fruit is just for them! Please don’t eat it!” And “please please please please please don’t come in here if you’re afraid of butterflies.” It was the closest thing to hell I’ve ever experienced