Rain Dog @Leucrotta@awoo.space

The year is 1864. The rise of a middle class has brought about the fall of a dynasty and the end of an era. In this time the most precious substance in the known universe is the spice Melange.

The spice extends life.

The spice expands consciousness.

The spice is vital to space travel.

For this is the way of the Skeksis. Today, once more, they will replenish themselves, cheat death again, through the power of their source, their treasure, their fate - the Dark Crystal.

the bell of the Gionshaya echoes the impermanence of all things

One #drawing today- cozy fantasy kobold, hill dwarf druid, and a (3e!) gnome tunnel fighter!

there's a "Lady Yum" bakery here apparently, specializing in macarons

"Lady Yum" sounds like Ladytron or Lady Death. 90s edgy heroine. Maybe she throws macarons with deadly accuracy.

We'll Meet Again https://youtu.be/9owz_fa5Bc4 via @YouTube

What'll I Do? https://youtu.be/YDcjwpdgDVQ via @YouTube

this seems appropriately "music for a world ending"

mimicking cutting my wrists to The Smashing Pumpkins' "Today" as is normal

My new fursona is a little kobold alchemist wearing only glasses, a scarf and a comically oversized hat, who lives in a warm cottage lit by little magical crystals at the edge of a huge forest, where she bakes pies, drinks tea and also never has to talk to customers on the fucking phone.

This was originally gonna be a joke contrasting all sorts of comforting cuddly fantasy with lurid sexual acts, but i’m too tired and pissed off today to make it a joke.

Bearded Axe and His Hatchettes, the scandalous nude revue (completely shaved dwarves!) that’s taking Erebor by force!

Gonna try to make myself draw and maybe look at magazines when I get off shift. The urge is strong to instead eat lots of lactaid tablets, buy a whole pumpkin pie, have a whole edible and listen to Pictures at an Exhibition or The Ring Without Words until I pass out.

Running into the price of new cars incidentally reminds me that to this society I’m worthless, I’m disposable shit, others are the good, valued people. Younger me would have gone straight into s**cidal ideation, but as it is now I wish I had a therapist or could take a vacation.

I really wish there were a way to say “that’s Gay!” which makes in unequivocally clear that I consider that a *good* thing.

In 6 hours or so I can get out of here and draw and cook fried rice. Maybe I’ll get stoned out of my gourd too. I don’t think I should get stoned then call my parents.

CS Forester’s Horatio Crunch stories. Midshipman Crunch documents our hero’s career at the start, Lieutenant Crunch sees our hero raiding French shipping and at Aboukir Bay, and Captain Crunch is about exploring the South Pacific and bringing Crunchberries back to Europe.

… on the other hand the person did apologize for launching into me about a thing before I logged in this morning. So that’s new and unusual.

If something takes me from “relaxed and happy” to “I want to open my wrists in the sink because I can’t conceive it ever getting better” within 20 minutes, that’s someone hitting a button. That’s childhood catching up with me again.

That fucking kicks it, I’m done. I need to start looking for something else.

... also, the Beastie Boys' "Sabotage" is pretty close to the exact length of the lobby scene (aka "the big cop bash" or "Neo vs. OPD").

also I moved on to using "Rough Sex" as the LoA soundtrack to the Big Burly Brawl, but the chase sequence from the second movie works a *lot* better with Ministry's "Jesus Built My Hot Rod."

me: I'm tired of barely being able to be outside during daylight. I'm tired of how life seems to be about Covid, rent increases, bills, and rich people doing whatever the hell they want, but not enough conventions, drawings or petting cats. I'm sad, sad, SAD!

also me: huh huh the subway fight scene from The Matrix only with Lords of Acid's "Spank My Booty" as the soundtrack. Huh huh huh.