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Healing happens in community. Everyone has been talking about community .... well some of us need mutual aid to even access community. Please keep sharing. It has been stuck for a few days again. Thanks so much for the donations earlier in the week and all the shares! <3

Screenshot from the version 6.3 Archon Quest of Genshin Impact. Marionette, the speaker, is seated and reviewing research on alchemy. She has ashen blonde hair with bangs and long front locks. Her outfit resembles a stereotypical maid outfit, including the mobcap, but it is trimmed in red and features jeweled details. The dialogue caption reads, “‘Automnequi Sermon Dictation: Explications on the Chymical Marriage’… These titles are pretty esoteric…”

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Even if I despise you, I will never misgender you.

I need my objections to be accurate and my rage focused for this curse to work.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” I whisper, trying to cram another syllable into this haiku.

“O forgemaster in the lost oasis // strike & strike again”. From
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I saw an ad for the McRib, and y’all know the law.

BE SO BRILLIANT NONE OF YOUR ENEMIES WOULD DARE LOOK AT YOU.

Mary, vyéparon de kabann-la I was born from acorns & the rust of three coffin nails. I stuffed my hands with Spanish moss, ground teeth from broken glass, & filled the vines of my veins with creolin. I was born in the Gulf of Mexico, a siren drawn from the first offshore rig. My face is a bubble. My legs are a mystery. I speak every stick & stone into existence. I was born of the fiercest wheels, of stripped screws, of Samdis silent O. My garden can tame the sky. My conjure can bring anyone to heel. My successors will build a sanctum in the dark.

Some pics from T.A. Noonan’s THE STORY THAT BEGINS WITH A STORY NAMED DEATH. @ghoststructural.bsky.social

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Y’all have got to stop trying to teach people magic with edh

“0% woke shit”

a black man with a physical disability leads an environmental terrorist cell trying to save the planet from mega-billionaires and you play as a cross dressing twink femdomed by two different women ending and the final boss against the gayest angel of all time

I did not! It’s been ages since I watched; maybe next month, after all the horror movies are done.

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Current poetry(-adjacent?) shenanigans: poems as sigils/sigils as poems. Deeply inspired by A.O. Spare’s methodology. Uses my personal symbology, mythopoetic cycle, and alphabet, plus the “spell” itself (of course). I don’t know who will dig it besides my tiny circle, but the feeling is electric.

this is for the five Revolutionary Girl Utena fans in existence #rgu

The story that begins with a story named Death by T.A. Noonan — Ethel pre-order, will ship by the end of October 2025//limited edition 60 copies//6.5 × 8, 27 pages T.A. Noonan is an occultist and disabled queer creative. A Kréyòl Lalwizyàn turned accidental Floridia...

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Karaktergé Mary Jeanne Re - Psappho Morrigan Owlette Phoenix Angel Jasper Starbow Datura Francis Lyria The Ancestor The Reverend The Guardian The Teacher The Wolf The Sister Hummingbird Who Inherits Who Counts Who Sings Who Questions Who Breaks Who Writes

I made you brave, you know? Even though we've always had veils & icons berween us, it's all in the open now: the palmetto tiger & the wet mushroom of skin de the way tissue slips in red webs Listen: there is nothing green here anymore. Spring has abandoned its hold. The sidhe have returned to their courts. The scriptures can't form their ghostlight, no one believes in pelicans, & there hasn't been a swamp in centuries. All that remains is the autumn lot beside the men who burned my temple down. If mornings were rational, each cloud would spread its fingers to reveal the catastrophe at my root. But they aren't, de the glass token in your hand is just another price you'll have to pay. I've watched you from the west, lurching over graves toward the adulthood you created. You did that alone. You made the tumblers tremble in their locks. At last, I'm free to be needed. What do you think of this world I've left behind?

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T gardyin de kabann-la I made you brave, you know? Even though we've always had veils & icons between us, it's all in the open now: the palmetto tiger & the wet mushroom of skin & the way tissue slips in red webs. Listen: there is nothing green here anymore. Spring has abandoned its hold. The sidhe have returned to their courts. The scriptures can't form their ghostlight, no one believes in pelicans, & there hasn't been a swamp in centuries. All that remains is the autumn lot beside the men who burned my temple down. If mornings were rational, each cloud would spread its fingers to reveal the catastrophe at my root. But they aren't, & the glass token in your hand is just another price you'll have to pay. I've watched you from the west, lurching over graves toward the adulthood you created. You did that alone. You made the tumblers tremble in their locks. At last, I'm free to be needed. What do you think of this world I've left behind?

I’ll be getting T.A. Noonan’s THE STORY THAT BEGINS WITH A STORY NAMED DEATH up for pre-order this weekend. @ghoststructural.bsky.social

Fan submission!

This was my safe haven.

the Colonel Toad meme, an elegant toad in a suit coat. he says Beautiful writers, it is with great pleasure that I wish you happy fanfiction writers appreciation day

happy fanfiction writers appreciation day!

T gardyin de kabann-la I made you brave, you know? Even though we've always had veils & icons between us, it's all in the open now: the palmetto tiger & the wet mushroom of skin & the way tissue slips in red webs. Listen: there is nothing green here anymore. Spring has abandoned its hold. The sidhe have returned to their courts. The scriptures can't form their ghostlight, no one believes in pelicans, & there hasn't been a swamp in centuries. All that remains is the autumn lot beside the men who burned my temple down. If mornings were rational, each cloud would spread its fingers to reveal the catastrophe at my root. But they aren't, & the glass token in your hand is just another price you'll have to pay. I've watched you from the west, lurching over graves toward the adulthood you created. You did that alone. You made the tumblers tremble in their locks. At last, I'm free to be needed. What do you think of this world I've left behind?

Also formatting T.A. Noonan’s THE STORY THAT BEGINS WITH A STORY NAMED DEATH. @ghoststructural.bsky.social

amtrak’s marketing team gets it

you may crown yourself in my blood
#phaidei #厄敌

finally quality games journalism

*water is feminine*
*water is feminine*
bitch no it’s not it’s a fuckin fluid

unpopular opinion maybe but posting online is writing. It’s not marketing. It’s not strategy. It’s literature in public.

This one's called Crimsport the Unprepared. Just takes a single island manna. Creature-Gnome. Crimsport is not ready and so he may not be played at any time. Flavor text reads "Now where did I put those clothes?" -Crimsport The drawing is of a nude gnome looking for his clothes in his little tree home. 1/2

Skeleton Pizza. Two swamp manna. Sorcery. Your opponent gets hurt badly. Flavor text reads "Mama Mia" -Anonymous. The drawing is of a pizza's skeleton on a plate in an Italian restaurant

Stinky. Three uncolored and one forest manna. Creature-Beast. This guy's got trample. When Stinky enters the battlefield your opponent has to apologize to you. Flavor text reads "We hate Stinky" -The President. Drawing is sort of a weird brontosaurus snake kaiju h touch beset upon by helicopters. 4/4

Blessing of the Priest. Eight uncolored manna and one plains manna. Sorcery-Instant. Everybody -including you- loses. The cops are on their way. Flavor text reads "Remind me not to receive his blessing." -Bartolome The Agnostic. Drawing is of a catholic priest putting his hand towards the camera as nefarious white energy flies at you.

Made some Magic: The Gathering cards

I’ve heard that Yeats was a big fan of Greek food. He loved to watch as meat was sliced from those vertical rotisseries and stuffed into a wrap. He’d salivate eagerly as the lamb was Turning and Turning in the Widening Gyro.

Final Fantasy Yan

He's never done anything bad ever. Never