Loser

Amber/Siri, 30. She/They/Any. Bi/Pan. Friendly neighborhood tech support and video game nerd. I really love TTRPGs and the Elder Scrolls. I don't talk a lot except in tags. Don't be afraid to talk to me! Icon and header by me :) Artist | Writer | Dungeon Master | Stage Lighting Director | Systems Security Engineer

[fuckyeahchinesefashion]

OP: Summer is here, and little animals have shown up on lotus leaves.

[annabelle--cane]

love when an absolute nightmare of a character is introduced and all you can think is "jesus christ buddy what the hell is your problem" and the narrative gives you a hot minute to stew before explaining Exactly what is Their Problem. and you just sorta sit back in your metaphorical rocking chair and think "huh. yeah okay fair. that would do this to a person, yes."

[mousegirlheart]

[pyrite]

there's something to be said about characters whose deep wells of love and devotion are connected to equally deep wells of violence, particularly when the dam between those wells bursts

[teaboot]

Why is my son doing this

[whitepeopletwitter]

[ramshacklefey]

No IDs, but these tags got me in a huff:

So ok look. The point is not the flared leg by itself. These cannot be yoga pants. These are, and you have to understand this if you are too young to have worn them, BLUE JEANS. And this was the last years before all jeans were 70% spandex.

They were denim, and they weren't bell bottoms. They hung loose from the knee in a way that would make a wizard envious. We all walked around like we were wearing hakama. And they dragged on the ground. That was important. Ragged cuffs. If your jeans weren't so long that they had ratty cuffs, they were embarrassingly short.

And the thing about denim is that it's a twill weave and it's cotton. So not only does it hold a lot of water, it wicks. Walking around in these suckers on a wet day could get you wet to the knees even if you never stepped in a puddle.

Then you'd go inside and take off your shoes and try to avoid letting your freezing, wet, filthy pant legs touch your skin.

Yoga pants. Hmf.

[elodieunderglass]

people in cold climates would have a tide line of white marks around their knees (if they were normal height) in the winter.

From wicking up road salt.

[taibhsearachd]

The visceral memory of that time is something that never leaves you. Everyone's jeans were many inches higher in the back than the front because you kept stepping on the hem and ripping it off. Your lower legs were so very cold. Every new pair of jeans literally enveloped your entire foot, they were so so long re: leg-to-waist ratio. Walking on a rainy day was a legitimate workout. You have no idea.

[no-one-offical]

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[bish0ps]

[crying-over-really-dumb-things]

A second Dollar General has hit the server

[crying-over-really-dumb-things]

[crying-over-really-dumb-things]

Further update: Greg is trapping goblins in the Dollar General

[silvercrane14]

Shout out to characters who want to be used. Shout out to characters who are so desperate to be worth something that they'll endure anything. Shout out to characters who build their entire self worth around being useful, being a tool. Shout out to characters who don't care how they are treated, as long as someone pays them any attention at all

[grincholass]

My kink is being thought of

[wowhead]

its gay asf for a man to be a paladin....who are you laying hands on? other men?

[yellow-cat]

some days are really hard and it can be difficult to understand why. but usually its probably because my blood is haunted

[hard--byte]

the hottest thing a guy can be is barely conscious on the floor while someone lifts his head up by the hair so that you can see his glazed out eyes and the blood running down his face

[datadegroove-deactivated2026042]

penis isn't real. pussy isn't even real. the only thing that is real, is the pleasure of combat

[mail-me-a-snail]

i miiss my wife

[mail-me-a-snail]

isnt she how you remember her

[swordmaid]

when the root of the tragedy was love.

[greelin]

sorry for not answering messages for three thousand years i have. Stew. in place of a brain. you know how it is

[eyelessfog]

a character who truly, legitimately goes “but why does that matter?” about their feelings when someone who cares about them asks. and the sudden falling of everyone around them’s faces as they realize that this person doesn’t recognize themself as someone who needs or should be taken care of. i want Everyone to hurt. surprise at the idea, worry for them, horror at not having noticed. do you see this person who doesn’t think of themselves as a person?