If Gideon Nav Was Around Today She Would Be Making Tiktoks Lipsyncing To The Giver By Chappell Roan Knowing

GOING TO THE DOCTOR

Expectations: I’m Sorry You Have Going To Die Disease You Are. Going To Die

Reality: The Doctor Says I Don’t Know

these three gentlemen are always telling me sweet nothings about the world while i eat my deerslop

redesign your pussy. we know how to do it. coochie calculations. put them into action

early gnostic theologian: material existence is a form of torture thrusted upon humanity by the treacherous demiurge.

the same theologian eleven months on estrogen: well maybe actually it not so bad.

as requested, here is the DEER-CENTAUR TGIRL from caves of qud

she is perhaps twenty pixels wide

but you can to use your imagination

(correct, she IS perfect)

if u see a brunette deergirl wearing such colors as green or perhaps brown u have 2 show me or ill be v disappointed. ill know......

here's the sitelen sitelen version of the same text:

this genuinely took me like an hour, it was the last part of the essay i did and i felt SO satisfied. better than sex

felt important to preserve these prev tags. for future historians

by FAR my favourite part of writing an essay on toki pona's scripts was realizing my name could be written in sitelen pona with the characters on the lower line:

which mean

(love) (numerous mouthy obscenities) (please ignore my errors and abilities)

hi my name is Love Swearing Lots Don't Look At Me and i have long profane error-prone hair (that's how i got my name) wi-

theyre feeding my candy ass to the great serpent later

LITERALLY the coffee shop AU in Harrow the Ninth when Harrow is stuck in the River, and Abigail and all the ghosts from Canaan House are like "girl. wtf. i get that you're down bad but we're stuck in here with you"

Fic that appears to be an AU where the characters have a little low stakes meet cute and are having a sweet little romance, only for it to be revealed that no, this is in-universe and they both have amnesia and all the other characters are trying to find them and are losing their fucking shit

OP wants to write House of Leaves but even more autistic. And I'm here for it

Ive always thought it would be fun to write a fiction piece framed as several authors writing exegesis of a fake gnostic gospel. It could even take place in an elf universe. I love fictional historiography.