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woo I wrote!
the beginning of something original (taken from a variety of sources)

First hour of Bloodborne: Werewolf Halloween costume Rest of Bloodborne: Snail head guy Halloween costume

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November submissions are OPEN!

The theme for the November submission period is REVOLUTIONS!

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F. Scott Fitzgerald: In my book I invented Gatsby lifestyle as a cautionary tale

The president: At long last, we have created the Gatsby lifestyle from the classic novel The Great Gatsby

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oh shit it's November gotta write

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Happy Halloween everyone!

2 tiny ceramic sculptures of frogs on pumpkins.

Happy Halloween! 🎃

We are a number of sessions in and we just learned about the Sustain action. Oh well! My spells are still incredibly powerful. (Especially Roaring Applause)

(We are all newbies to PF2e, including the GM. But we're learning.)

Pathfinder Night!
Just want to point out my vampire cleric's NEW PORTRAIT, improved upon by its original artist @exaltxix.bsky.social
he's beautiful and perfect and God I just want him to bite me. You go live your best undead life, Edmond.

micolash from bloodborne doll for client
end mai of 2025

Calum thinks of his island home, of the sun breaking through Scottish cloud onto fine sandy beaches split with rough black rock. He thinks of his hut, nesting in the cliffs above the port like a gull; his sparse cot, a fire in the meagre stone hearth. Of the wife that awaits him — a pale, skinny thing. Mousey hair and bitten nails, eyes wide and wet. He is a quiet man, stoic in the face of this punishing work and the pitching of the tide. A good man, God-fearing, and a better fisherman. Yet he finds himself a poor husband. His mind wanders. His hands are better suited to tackle and rope than the gentle touch his woman desires. She pushes herself into them, his rough palms, as though he might shape something from the clay of her. Her soft, warm breast. Her thighs at his waist. He worries his fingertips will leave bruises. His lips meet hers ungiving. Between them the bed remains cold. He thinks of her as he pushes his fingers into the slick slit of another dead cod and feels the flesh pushing back. He is as soft now as he is before her. Impotent. Unwilling.

bf was saying he‘s impressed by how i write heterosexual dread. Here’s a little bit from the fisherman/merman thing ive been chipping away at

The cold wet hard work of fishing is how he approaches his wife, and he doesn't know anything else. I'm getting Ethan Frome vibes from this in a way. (but heterosexual dread is all you).

You just have a really powerful way of taking details from the outside world and integrating them into the character's relationships.

A shadow passed over the door, falling across the glaze of the glass, and she sighed, hoping not to see the dove-gray of that man's garb returning, but when she looked up there was a mass of black, pitch-dark, large. It rose up, up past the lintel, up to where she could no longer see. She stood very still. She realized her heart was pounding. She began to soothe herself; it was not at all sustainable to startle at shadows in Yharnam. Reason returned: the thing had been large, but not monstrously so, and so it was not a loping beast or mad stray Pthumerian but perhaps instead a fat crow struggling back up to its roost. She had not heard the typical croak-barks of the glutted city wildlife, just the tip-tip-tap of something scuttling over the glass, but she was tired and if the thing was not coming back then it did not matter. A dozen new species of nightmare were documented in this city every week, and she wanted nothing to do with any of them. She'd leave it for her other customer, the doctor who had once happily reached up her chimney to retrieve a soot-coated teratoma, and Arianna had hidden her face and wept and only somewhat pretended at terror as he had strangled the thing while saying, with contemptuous satisfaction, look, gems! The squeezed polyp of bloodstone had been left on her mantle as a tip, and Arianna had traded it for half the lamp-oil it was worth just to be rid of it.

looking forward to the release of @huntersmarkzine.bsky.social coming up soon, happy to say I’ve got a piece in it! wip preview feat. Arianna and a certain spider man:

speaking of I can take some more for November!!

Maaaybe.
I'm deep in the Paintress' grief for losing her son and Renoir losing his wife and other child.

But pussy Verso is a start...

what are you doing today?
Me, I'm crying again about Clair Obscur.

It's another Preptober checkpoint! Stop what you're doing and tell us what you're writing this year in six words or less. No cheating! 😛

'Jane Eyre' plus 'A Doll's House'.

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Gepetto: Are ya winning, son?
(Carlo gargles)

i want to replay bloodborne for spooky season but I don’t want to

Luckily My Local Library (tm) has my back. Just waiting for it to be ready.

how have I gone nearly 40 years and not read The Castle of Otranto?

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This comes out in a few days!!!

WRITER SPOTLIGHT from THE FINAL DAYS OF YAHAR'GUL: Micolash inhales the final days of Yahar’gul in the form of a strong sea wind stolen from memories of his childhood coastal village. A death smell, salty brine bringing finality. Of course he is working when it comes; he has not stopped working, not since that prophetic visit years ago that showed him his destiny. Still, he is taken by surprise. He regards his fingers. Sickly, frail, arthritic, pressed against the lining of stomachs turned inside out, the smooth underside of lips, the inside of the brain. A vessel held together with sutures he and countless other scholars have placed. A bespoke suit fit for a Great One. Between the scents of decaying flesh and formaldehyde and starched collars of the choir in the church he has built on the bones of innocents, he inhales the briny deep. Yahar’gul is nowhere near the ocean, but here is his reminder that everything returns to the sea. The breeze blows again, making him shaky on his platform. The revelation clenches his heart with fear as he leans onto the vessel, holding tightly for support. He looks down. He is balanced on a piece of wood between two tall ladders. Over a pool of primordial blood, iridescent like oil, but in purples and blacks and grays. The sea wind blows yet again. When he finally understands what the whispers asks him, (not through words, per se, but rather like the sea foam fractalization of the cosmos) he is afraid. Not of the coming of the end of his toils, but rather, if he is ready to meet it. (Hunter's Mark: A Bloodborne Anniversary Zine)

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On November 24th, a free Bloodborne fanzine celebrating 10 years will come out! Here's a snippet of my submission (about ya boi, Micolash).

Get it for free! @huntersmarkzine.bsky.social

*of good guys, not food guys, but considering how a character moment consisted of her gorging on garlic bread, food guys still applies.