You don’t know me and what I will or will not do.

Just to prove you wrong, I’m downloading 20 catgirls, and won’t share.

Goddammit, I keep being involved when you post it, too!

I have secretly turned this community into my phylactery. I can never truly leave, a part of me is here, eternal, unbreaking.

Thank you, little gay people in my phone, for allowing me to become the Big Queer Lich I always knew I was.

Do not the spider.

I think there are some World Building communities around. If none of your players use Lemmy, could be worth a look?

Do kinda wish there was a DM/GM Workshop comm, though. Place to talk world building, creature and NPC design, all the fun bits that happen behind the screen.

"The only person desperate enough to come to the fitting was a shoes salesman.

It took us 5 hours to get him to leave, and all he did was complain about his family."

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“Though I may change, my heart does not, for I am but its reflection, and may that reflection be more true with every passing day”.

No clue where my brains pulling that one from, but it felt fitting. It feels like such a simple thing, the want to be accepted for who you really are, yet it brings a complex hurt when you realize how hard that can be to get.

We have three options here:

All dairy products are actually non-dairy equivalents that happened to just take the original names.

There are equally intelligent milk-producing species that either keep themselves in a milk producing state or are otherwise forced into said state.

Or

There is an unseen slave caste of lesser intelligent members of species that are harvested for their products.

Bahamut is a commonly recurring Draconic deity of Good dragons who often appears in a humanoid shape with 7 yellow birds hanging about.

If you’re on his bad side, you’re going to get fucked up.

Nothing better than knowing you’re not putting another character in a Bodybag of Holding for a session.

What a curious game. The only winning move is not to play.

Just adding into the “things we do wrong because goldfish”, and really a lot of fish that are casually kept, FEEDING SCHEDULES AND PORTION SIZES!

Fish don’t need that much food in one sitting. Even if you’re growing/bulking something like goldfish, it’s 3-7 SMALL portions per day. Extra food just floats to the bottom of the tank, leaving it murky and releasing things into the water. This hurts the tank.

(I know you’ve probably covered this a thousand times, but it can never be repeated enough, in my opinion. Feeding is up there with tank sizes on things people aren’t given enough information on when buying a pet fish)

The Absolute universe would kill it as an animated series. They’re doing some top tier work with those books.

Wonder Woman at the very least deserves it. It’s been great seeing her get more positive attention, and this incarnation of her character has been one of the best.

It’s the light I was born in.

Obama has already won the war. Now is the time for patience as everyone else realizes.

Georgia. We get the break that our land isn’t also 90% waterlogged, but that doesn’t stop the air from hitting 100% and the temps from pushing into the 90s-100s.

I know that exact feeling. I spent most of my life in West Virginia until coming down here to GA. We would get humid, I thought I could handle it. The moment summer even thought about rolling in, I was ready to get an oxygen tank.

My work is indoors. Next to ovens that were last built roughly in the 1960s, that shed heat like motherfuckers. In a grocery store that refuses to turn on any form of AC. In the American South.

The air is hot water. It rains, and you just get more wet. They make up new ways to measure the humidity here. You can swing an empty cup through the air and have it come back full. You can keep varieties of tropical plant with little difficulty.

There is no fucking escape here. Simply Damp Hell.

“You watch as the body falls, knocking against the cabin. It gets caught, drawn underneath the wheels. You feel the subtle shifts, barely noticeable, as the trolley careens through the sudden obstacle. It’s a sudden, unexpected thrill. One you must experience again…”

They all do. One is so bad, she gets up on my shoulders and keeps pressing until I kiss her on the cheek. If she’s in a real love mood, she’ll lay there rolling until I kiss and nuzzle her whole face.