[extollingtheeveryday]

Louise Townsend Nicholl // "July Moon" (1935)

[geryone]

We Interrupt This Broadcast, Gregory Orr

[valtsv]

6', 36' with the tail of the great serpent that forms the lower half of my body

[valtsv]

first photo on my dating profile is a head and shoulders shot of me smiling at the beach and the next eight are just an unending column of smooth iridescent scales

[valtsv]

keep swiping soldier you're nearly halfway there

[ivandurak]

“The Palace” by Tomas Tranströmer, trans. Robin Fulton

We stepped in. A single vast hall, silent and empty, where the surface of the floor lay like an abandoned skating rink. All doors shut. The air grey.

Paintings on the walls. We saw pictures throng lifelessly: shields, scale- pans, fishes, struggling figures in a deaf-and-dumb world on the other side.

A sculpture was set out in the void: in the middle of the hall alone a horse stood but at first when we were absorbed by all the emptiness we did not notice him.

Fainter than the breathing in a shell sounds and voices from the town circling in this desolate space murmuring and seeking power.

Also something else. Something darkly set itself at our senses’ five thresholds without stepping over them. Sand ran in every silent glass.

It was time to move. We walked over to the horse. He was gigantic, dark as iron. An image of power itself abandoned when the princes left.

The horse spoke: “I am The Only One. The emptiness that rode me I have thrown. This is my stable. I am growing quietly. And I eat the silence that’s in here.”

[sunbeetle]

cultist simulator is like this

[neoria-sama]

I don't spend 40 hours straight with every game. It's a round trip.

[spicymotte]

nice sword

[7th-blast-furnace]

Sunset Rite

[poobletoods]

TAPE DOODLES ROUND THREE!

choose a doodlething [1/16]

the rotator

SICK DUDE

Voting ended onMar 17

[artmialma]

Ivan Pokidyshev (born in 1993)

[pokeballvictim]

no, dont be silly, we're not fucking. its just that every couple of nights she violates my divine core with her blasphemous instruments, perverting something holy and eternal with dark sorceries, tainting me down to my immutable essence with something foul and filthy and reeking of her. its nothing to do with sex at all. also oral doesnt count.

[lavosse]

i always go "oh i want to play cultist simulator/book of hours" this time of year but I don't actually. i want to play a narrative game in that world, not read the summary of Rapt in the King 700 times and get bored in early game. the vibe is just so specific and i miss it, esp in BoH where it's like, "this is a deliberately cozy game. you are noticeably alone, and something very bad is happening to you. on clear days, the sky tells you so. also you need to doordash groceries".

[boop428-deactivated20260202]

“The night is also a sun.”

-Thus Spoke Zarathustra

[stlamb]

[bestiolin]

[geryone]

Jordan Schiffer

[symurgist]

and by the way, christmas sun-in-rags, be happy for him today

[symurgist]

it's that time of year again

[memorycycle]

some beetles cant fly but they dont mind. they are more armored than agile and in certain situations this is desirable

[charlottan]

turns the page of my textbook. what eelse is there to learn

[memorycycle]

the common ancestor of all current day beetles was a sect of philosphers in ancient greece that took to creeping secretly within the earth as an ideal lifestyle