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@umbralreaver
there's many avenues of entertainment in the Mojave
Old warhammer art was one of the big draws into the game for me as a kid. John Blanche had a really unique style that's hard to replicate- I wanted to at least draw a little something in honor of him. His style was a big inspiration, but even then it's hard to get right.
Lore blurb in Read More.
Vomi' Ollie-Vi Loveur of the Myzhelf noble family, plantery governor of The Crucible.
I did not know that human bodies could accidentally produce formaldehyde.
This is incredibly painful.
They locked me in a mausoleum with my bestial siblings for untold hundreds of years but luckily some lightning through means which may have been natural struck the faded remnants of binding enchantments from the ancient, weathered pillar atop the tomb. I emerged, the only one of my siblings to not have had her organs eaten, and the only thing I had to show for it was my organs, as previously mentioned
My body is rotting. There is nothing anyone can do.
With it, my mind and will weaken.
To work on the things I want to create, I would need a full time carer. I certainly can't afford a professional one, nor could I ask anyone to sacrifice so much of their life just so I can live mine.
If this were a kinder world, I would have died twenty years ago.
But life is bad and it gets worse forever.
Funny Cobalt Core icons
What if we were in Cobalt Core (Video Game) and we held hands? :3
Onyx the sheep belongs to noellesuplex.neocities.org
Having a dream about being a shapeshifting robot. Someone I knew in highschool is there and is transphobic to me???
What the heck are dreams.
MACH HOOK
The official home on the web for award-winning speculative fiction author Natalie H. Ironside, queen of queer pulps
(icon by @neladoesart)
Hi! I'm Natalie. I'm trans of gender and ace of sexual and I write dark fantasy and dark sci-fi adventure stories full of boners and thud-and-blunder action violence wherein no swash remains unbuckled, nor pot unboiled. I also blog about books and history and languages and I write essays and poetry sometimes, and don't forget about the many exciting Age of Empires 2 scenarios available at Natalie's Cool Website.
You might have heard my short story The Wishing Tree on the Tales to Terrify podcast! (now available as a zine from Grinning Kitten Press). Other stuff I’ve published to date includes:
THE LAST GIRL SCOUT: A post-apocalyptic wasteland adventure story and transbian romance about two women who fall in lesbians together and fight Nazis and draculas in the bombed-out ruins of Old America
LEAD AND ROSES: LOVE SONGS AT THE END OF THE WORLD: A collection of short fiction set within 23rd-century post-nuclear wasteland we’ve all come to know and love
IN THE COURT OF THE NAMELESS QUEEN: A collection of dark fantasy f/f erotica about sexy swashbuckling swordswomen (both cis and normal) and a giant scary monster lady in a far-off realm of adventure and dark magic.
If you're curious I'd really like it if you'd check out my Patreon because there's even more fantabulous treasures on there and you can subscribe for the low, low price of just one American dollar. Your one American dollar will go toward the ever topical "Natalie can make rent and doesn't starve" philanthropy fund.
I'm gonna stay here on Tumblr until they forcibly remove me from the premises, but I'm also on Pillowfort, Bluesky, and Cohost
I also have a wishlist on Throne if u want to help me pick up work supplies or just kick me some groceries (please do I am very hungry):
Send Natalie Ironside gifts via Throne. Browse Natalie Ironside's wishlist and support your favorite creator safely.
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I could really do with a shrine blessing. Life is tough. :( (also hello everyone seeing this reblog, go look at Natalie's cool books about cool transgender communists)
There's Something Fishy Going On
girl gets turned into a werewolf but she's shy so after she finished her transformation she just looks up at the sky slightly and goes "..wawoo......." really quetly. and then blushesand looks away and hides her face inher paws
Death would be so much easier than whatever the hell this is but unfortunately nothing in this universe can kill me.
krillto
i put her in an aquarium cause i hate her
@mansand
Saw a good post.
Clicked on user.
User frequently posts generalising TMEs as nasty and evil.
Please stop hating transmascs, you weirdasses. Or maybe it would be preferable if you inexplicably discovered the ability to teleport half your atoms, selected at random, to Andromeda.
>:(
John Prine was right. We *are* living in the future.
You'd think living in the future would come with fancy future tech like flying cars and whatnot, but most of our effort is occupied with the weird timezone conversions required to interact with people living in the present and/or past.
It's honestly a huge hassle.
In the year 20003, Varvara of Barbaros, crashed into another contestant's vehicle during the bi-annual canyon race of planet TRAPPIST-1e. They brought her out in pieces.
He gathered her remains, and put together a body to house her.
it took a few months before most of it was gone and changed. she's moving so beautifully now, quick and playful. She doesn't respond to Varvara anymore. she has cut her long hair in jagged ribbons, ripped most of the synthetic skin off of her body, and now bares far too much for him to ever remain comfortable in his delusion. He has to constantly remind himself that within the synthetic muscle pumps her blood, he hasn't replaced her blood so it's still her. Even if she does things she never does and says things she never would and plays pranks when she's always been a determined solemn person. She's too morbid in her humor, too crass in her language, cruel in a way someone new to the world would be, and he did not want her to be new to the world.
da wizad doodle