Rain Dog @Leucrotta@awoo.space

combining movies with Jennifer Connelly and a Trevor Jones soundtrack to get

"Don't go that way! *Never* go that way... If she'd gone that way she'd have gone right to Shell Beach!"

Labryrinth, or "oWo Notices Your Buldge the Motion Picture"

when you were here before
couldn't look you in the eye
you made me want danish
or maybe some pie
or eggs over easy
with crispy fried browns
I'm thinking of breakfast
I want some breakfast
*waves lighter in air*
BUT I'M STILL ON SHIFT
I'M SO HUNGRY
WHAT THE HELL AM I DOIN' HERE
I DON'T BELONG HERE

I don't care if it hurts
I wanna have control
Or biscuits with gravy
Or a cinnamon roll

Ravenloft campaign only you’re actually using Vampire the Dark Ages rules to portray Licks jockeying for ultimate power over Barovia’s undead

I’m now realizing that this unusually ugly bit of racism I grew up around? was basically a horrible bit of classism *phrased* as a race thing, just a really classic example of what King talks about at the beginning of “How Long Not Long,” with rich fucks being able to completely sabotage unity among poor people.

Between the cold, the dark and the missed sleep I really want a nap.

Literally decades after I first thought, “I can’t afford commissions so I’ll learn to draw,” I am once again wishing I could get art of myself as a pretty fox- or coyote-girl.

This morning’s weird thought in between customers;

Stuff which definitely aren’t terrestrial animals but are much more the status of commonly known mythology exist as Otherkin types (fictivekin, vampires, unicorns). The pre-Ostrom view of theropods and JW’s take on dromaeosaurs aren’t accurate but are huge enough to be big mythical archetypes, so could there be out there people whose kin type is, f’rex, “Jurassic Park scaled ‘raptor” rather than “actual literal manaraptoran”?

The paradox of tolerance; if Theseus is in a deep cave, watching projections on the wall, and then over time the cave changes and the projections are legit fascists, is it still the Twitter account Theseus signed up for?

uh I think I’m remembering it wrong somewhere

it's just amazing how many things which upset me no end either don't persist for that long, or they're not really crucial, but childhood messages persist;

it's quite possible the stuff that upset me as a kid wasn't really that big either, but when I was small I didn't know that my every possible mistake or display of crankiness *wasn''t* going to become some huge screaming tirade about how worthless or stupid I was, or hours, days of ridicule. And I didn't have a distinctly long life telling me that whatever disaster I'd run into *wasn't* the rest of my then-very short life.

This of course is complicated by how I didn't know that I *didn't* deserve the mistreatment. (At least I'm *probably* past that set of assumptions.)

the insomnia fairy is visiting again

so hey, if you played a monk subclass deeply linked to the Elemental Plane of Water

would they be a Water Monk-ee, or would they be a Deep Friar?

#drawing - the centaur is from earlier, and Harkon Lukas (from Ravenloft, canonically though he’s a violinist I think?) from today. Not fantastic but drawing past an art block (lots of earlier unfinished stuff not shown).

listened to The Sorcerer's Apprentice, but since that's from the third best sequence in Fantasia, I am currently listening to the music from the BEST part of Fantasia.

Snow meant bailing out on my parents early, but my dad got a windfall of shittakes… which he doesn’t like, so I got a windfall of shittakes. I used them to make mushroom gravy for some meatballs I’d made and needed to use up. I also started marinading pork, made green borscht with sorrel, and made skordalia so I can have it over fried cod later this week.

Watched Alexander Nevsky enough times to quote the movie along with the soundtrack *except* the point at which I go into “Thripshaw’s Disease discovered by me, E Henry Thripshaw! I’ll show them at the Royal College of Surgeons!”

There's so much I don't know about how to make pictures, I'm having one of those simultaneously inspired but intimidated moments about that.

CHIISA
BEIJA WHAKEE CHEWBACCA

CHEWBACCA!
Graaaaaaaaaa! Rrrrgh wrghr raaaaaaaa
CHEWIE!
wrrrhgh rrrgh rrrrrrrr GRRRAAAAA

Need a nap again/still probably related to The Eternal Night of Seattle. Is it 1700? Is it 0200? How can you tell?