My Personal Achilles Heel Would Probably Be My Heel. If I Got Hit There I Would Most Likely Die.

HOW DID I ONLY JUST LEARN ABOUT THIS AAAA

LETS FUCKING GOOOOOO

When there's a major schism in your country and they're both right wing

oops, reblogged

I might've added the BG3 Art Book to my dnd assets stash

It' 100% does not have things like the 5e players' handbook + 5e’s character sheet, several gm guides, critical role's explorer's guide to wildmount, baldur's gate and waterdeep city encounters, 101 potions and their effects, volo's guide to monsters, both of xanathar's guides, a bunch of other encounters, one shots, and class builds

In no way are there any pdf’s relating to any wizard who may or may not be residing on any coast

(Edit that I’ve moved the folder to the new link above! So if you catch a different version of this post that link won’t work anymore!)

Hi my name is Harrow'hark Nonagesimus and I have 200 souls trapped in me and short choppy black hair that grows too fast ever since my DIY lobotomy and black eyes like the rest of the Ninth and a lot of people tell me I look like Anastasia (AN: if u don't know who she is get da hell out of here!). I'm not related to the girl in the tomb but I wish I was because she's a major fucking hottie. I'm a space Kiwi but my teeth are straight and white. I have skin that's only described as somewhat lighter than Gideon's and is always covered in greasepaint. I'm also a necromancer, and I live in a castle called Drearburh on Pluto where I'm the Reverend Daughter (I'm seventeen). I'm a goth (in case you couldn't tell) and I wear mostly black. I love the Ninth's dress code and I always adhere to it. For example today I was wearing a ribcage corset, a black shirt, black pants, black boots, and a black cloak. I was wearing skull facepaint, specifically The Chain. I was walking outside Drearburh. It’s on Pluto so there was hardly any sun, which I was very happy about. Gideon Nav stared at me. I put up my middle finger at her.

rereading gtn and it's so funny that harrow claims not to think about gideon only to be immediately disproven by revealing that she spent a full night planting bones under the landing field to make sure gideon can't leave

nothing feels better than finding the word that fits perfectly for what you're trying to describe

writing really is just googling synonyms. that's it. just a constant carousel of "I used this word two paragraphs ago, what is another word for this word"

so real. And the best part is it stacks too :D

So you're like. Always internally (or externally) screaming and trying to think about something else except it all always comes back to that one embarrassing moment (or two) (or very many)

Embarrassed myself a few days ago and since then I've been periodically going like this

Ignore the part where he gets naked that's not part of it.

news about joey's book finally!!!

Raven Books has acquired actor and musician Joey Batey’s debut novel, It’s Not a Cult.

Senior commissioning editor Therese Keating acquired UK and Commonwealth from Molly Jamieson at United Agents, and the book will be published in September 2025.

Batey added: "This book is my love song to the gods of wild nights, woeful decisions and really rubbish pub bands. I am so grateful to Therese and all the team at Raven Books for bringing It’s Not a Cult to life – I’d be lost without you."

book synopsis:

Callum, Melusine and Al play in a band with no name, baffling audiences in terrible pubs across the north-east of England with their 'sound' and occasionally reaching the dizzy heights of 97 viewers on their livestreams. To say they are losers would be to imply they were in the race in the first place. But they believe in their music, and in each other. Their songs tell the stories of the Solkats: fictional northern gods of small things, mishap and mayhem. However, when an act of violence at a pub gig goes viral they catch the eye of a disillusioned influencer and suddenly go from having a cult following to having a cult, following. All the Solkats want, Callum insists, is to have effect on the world. But as fans from LA to Australia and everywhere in between flock to Northumberland, and each gig becomes larger and more lawless than the last, this effect starts to feel scarily. real. And if they really do exist, which is it more dangerous to anger: a wayward group of elder gods, or your biggest fans? Because gods and cults both demand sacrifices. And one way or another, they're going to get one.

the exact release date is sept 25th, btw

literally them

"You don't know me. I'm not the same person anymore."

"That's okay. I'll get to know you again."