Eliza Draws Things

So that 20% staff reduction in March after the buyout was all editors, then?

Why is Toast Jesus Watching Me Eat Breakfast? by The Inky Magpie a solo RPG of uncovering sinister plots in (extra)ordinary objects

I made a thing! It's a game called Why Is Toast Jesus Watching Me Eat Breakfast?. It's a solo walking game of pareidolia, and I think it's kind of fun. I may be biased, tho'. conifercrow.itch.io/toastjesus

This is brilliant. Also, possibly the most terrifying monster of all time.

I'm new-ish to TTRPGs, so I'm in that FOLLOW ALL THE PEOPLE phase, though I don't post much thanks to twitter flashbacks. Maybe there's more like me? (she says optimistically...) :)

Yes, please!

I am truly not sure how I've lived this long without scented dice in my life. Thank you.

No, it's okay. I think I'm just wishing that there was a standardized chili pepper rating system to make it easier for everyone to find what they want, but that's beyond the Bsky scope. :D

Okay, looked it up. It's based on a 16th century crucifix in a small french church. If you look at Jansenist woodcarvings, they look just like this. So G was just really good at rendering really simple references. :D

Wasn't it a painting of a statue, though? Maybe the statue was this rustic, since the women have Gauguin's usual style.

Only if you think sex is bad somehow. The genre has embraced smut as a term. (I'd personally like to see non-smut romance tagged so I could find it easier.)

I just made fifty+ deviled eggs for a party later.

Give me just one good reason not to just hoover them all and stay home, because I'm not finding one myself. :)

Truer words. Be someone's biggest fan today.

I praise your valiant restraint. My wish list is long and these creators just *keep making new stuff*. :D

I would buy that *right now*.

I just spent, like, six hundred imaginary dollars while window-shopping those photos. Hooboy.

How's my Saturday night, you ask? Fine. Great. Just chased a live possum through my living room, but otherwise, things are fantastic.

Sadly, my family has that whole gifts=love thing going on, so to speak up would be to scream I HATE YOU right in their faces. But no pressure, obviously. :)

Right?? And isn't "fake gamer girl" a 2016 insult, anyway? Like, grow up, incel. Grow up and *go away*.

I solidly believe that the best stuff happens with that tagline.

Oh, and C) It's been a LONG time since I've been a girl, thankyouverymuch. Now get off my lawn or I'll turn the hose on you.

Just had someone essentially call me a "fake gamer" bc I only really play WoW these days. A) sorry, I can't hear you; I'm too busy having fun and B) nobody asked you.

I bet they could tell you a ton about it. Geology nerds are the absolute best. :)

So my brother sent me this. My single brother. And yes, he gets us gift cards. (I'm #2, and my husband is #3. I have the pen on my desk as we speak. He means well.) www.tiktok.com/@you.betcha4...

Cool rocks are roughly 643% cooler than other cool things, really. :)

This cabinet's nightmare fuel. Hegeseth wrote a book. I quote: "Hegseth also compelled conservatives to “mock, humiliate, intimidate, and crush our leftist opponents” and to "attack first."" Our next defense secretary is a high school bully, folks. ARGH.

From what I understand of arcane weather bindings, Pumpkin Crumb Cake is a ward *against* snowstorms, so you should be okay. Also, well fed. And I'm not jealous at all. Ahem.

I respectfully disagree. Those are the *agents* of the most dangerous people. The *actual* MDPs are the ones who know it's not, but convince others to do what they want because their agenda is "divine will". Puppet masters > puppets.

I'm not sure if that categorizes as "weird" or "the coolest thing I've ever heard ever". I'm leaning toward the latter.

Also, I read a thing earlier about the weirdest objects you own, and now I'm incredibly curious to see what everyone else's is. Tell me?

I'll go first: I have a freeze-dried armadillo named Penelope. She wears seasonal hats.

On the agenda this morning: writing/illustrating a short tale about an enchanted aleworks that produces brews that make missing cats come back and love letters reappear.

I love my life.