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Osa (she/they) and her party mate, Hattie (they/she) solving what we've affectionately dubbed Alien Wordle. Learning moment for Osa that puzzles are definitely not her thing.... even when she successfully helps solve it

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i love when a character has something terrible happen to them and as a result they see themself as, essentially if not literally, a ghost. and so that means they only can (and have to) do what ghosts do, ie get revenge and then cease to exist. easy as that. but then halfway through this ghost vengeance they realize hey actually i might still be a human person. with human needs. that’s incredibly inconvenient, considering how much i’ve invested in this whole ghost thing

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i’m all sex positive and shit but i’m begging you. do not make your characters over 30 fuck on the floor. please. think of their lower backs. their knees. have some empathy 🙏

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my brother works on a boat so when he rants about his job I can’t take it seriously because he keeps angrily referring to his boss as “captain”. like sorry ur having 19th century sailor problems my guy

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Hit me with your best shot. Owww. Okay actually that sucked. Uh, please hit me with one of your worst shots, okay? Thank you. Ough.

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necromancy is literally fine

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Anna Haifisch

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i wasn't "struck" by lightning okay she touched me as gently as a lover. my heart stopped because i was so overcome with adoration. god. you really dont know anything.

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oh yeah? well [puffs out my feathers to make myself look huge and scary]

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Cornelia Parker: ‘At the Bottom of This Lake Lies a Piece of the Moon’ (2000)

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developing your ocs is 50% waiting for bursts of divine inspiration like an oracle sleeping next the vapours seeping from fissures in the temple floor and 50% stalking them in your mind relentlessly like a persistence predator until they tire out enough for you to get close and scamper away with the bloody scraps of "eye colour: brown" and "dislikes: people who think they're funny" clutched in your mouth like a hunting trophy

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wound tending is everything. unparalleled intimacy. let me care for you. let me touch the skin around your open flesh. let me stain my hands with your blood. let me get close and breathe in the same air as you and stare into your eyes for a few seconds too long. let me make you think of me every time you see the bandage, or scar