Ritualist [REDACTED]

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Update: it works

Lurching into this morning with the Bonus Wind Hot Beverage Ritual stacked atop my Vampire Rehydration. Potions on potions, what was in that potion last night? Potion hangover.

The upside about being off ration bars and mystery stew is being able to feel "oh hey, I haven't had a real good meal in a while, I could go for something indulgent." The downside is that, now, you gotta go cook smthn. I'm thinkin gourmet tonight.

Three-day workweek, one day down. Gotta do some serious regen between, as per tradition the "vacation" wasn't. Menu includes:
- wizard shit
- pervert shit
- wizard pervert shit

A shrimp is like a wish; both bloom when fulfilled.

Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, so extensively excessively exceedingly fguckig merrily

How imminentized really *is* the eschaton, anyways?

Feels like a 5000 counterattempt is cookin

"GIRL THIS IS NOT CAVE EXPLORATION"
"this is literally sixth layer traversal"
"O'ZEN THE IMMOVABLE DID NOT HAVE DEATH RAYS COME OUTTA HER HAND"
"it's called single rope technique"

A difference that makes a Ritualist: never worship something, only pay it; if you are beholden to something that you cannot kill with your own hands, you had better be able to cut it off entirely.

Wiz biz in the snow again, I really gotta enchant these coats

Two good nights of dnd in a row is enough to prove my little narrative working fruitful

"does this person have access to new animals?"
"that is a *vintage* animal"
"Where do you go to see new animals?"
- my spouse, exasperatedly

A desk workspace, with a keyboard, etc, in the background. In the foreground, a few drawing tools frame a slate-grey book with a large red circular sigil drawn in the center of the cover.

New Ritual Book Who Dis

Can and will report back. Time to tinker with some conditioning protocols.

As a Chronically Dehydrated, this is giving me ideas to improve my condition. Thank you.

Two plastic bottles isolated on a white background. On the left, grape-flavored isotonic beverage. On the right, green juice.

̶S̶t̶a̶c̶k̶ Sack Lunch

Sometimes you have to read your own writing while listening to [Current Music Hyperfcus] to really get it.

Throw up once at work, shame on me;
Repeated incidents? Panic attacks? All caused by one person? To the grinder. Glad my true Cap'n's got a plan for this one, bc the one at the helm here has been dead for ages, still broadcasting.

🌕🥼⚓

akaislackline, another day

🫂🤗💕🧸💕🤗🫂

The angel that looms at the edge of the desert, flaming sword in hand. The ragged descent to uEnfabEME opens below. I am one, I am three, I am far more and far less than I once thought.

When jealousy hurts, it's your brain telling you that you have a need that isn't being fulfilled. When jealousy motivates, it's because you have a desire that you have yet to fully realize. Follow that second impulse.

I yearn for the slow, methodical vampire rehydration ritual of the weekend. The jerk-to-action of my pod dropping this morning was as nauseating as always. Turn to Malibu Ken n' all.

Anything that exists within the realm of the mind can be made new again by re-idealizing it. Imagine a different apple next time.

a doll's seated mirror selfie, it points to a drill in the foreground with an anxious face.

"look at the drill as if it were a dead rat. like disgusted and afraid. good...now a little bit more like you're gonna cry."

anyway, it's not this one's place to question >.>

Close shot of a doll in a black dress with a low back, hair in low twintails, all of which darkly frame a square of pale, exposed back. In the center of that exposed dollflesh is a sigil in ink, a prayer-mark with the following components: [the sun sets over the sea, over a half-moon eye centered as it's reflection. Below, a leviathan cross laterally bisected by a bosun's call. V, Roman 5, at the bottom.

It's sigil your doll Sunday, and you wouldn't believe what I'm