Another Kitty Y’all

*goes to Coachella in a white linen suit like an antebellum lawyer, sweating profusely and dabbing at my forehead with a handkerchief* now, I’m no fancy scientist, but would you folk know where a simple gentleman such as myself could obtain some acid? Now, I’m no big city lawyer, but could any of you fine youths point a country boy such as myself in the direction of some fucking acid?

One of the perks of playing “Call of Cthulhu” is that you get to play a table top game that isn’t based on a Tolkien Inspired High Fantasy world.

This Pride, don’t forget about us

ID: “This Pride remember to respect all trans people : Trans women who don’t shave with a drawing of a woman whit a yellow and pink beard, trans men who don’t bind, masculine trans women and feminine trans men with a drawing of a trans woman with short pink hair wearing a yellow baseball T-shirt holding hands with a trans man with a yellow crop top and short curly blue hair, fat trans people with the drawing of a fat trans woman with short white hair, dark skin and a pink cropped top, disabled trans people with a drawing of a wheelchair and a walking cane in the color of the trans flag, neurodivergent trans people with the symbol of the autistic community, trans people who are sex worker with a drawing of blue bra and pink underwear, poor trans people who can’t afford transition, trans people who aren’t out yet with a drawing of a closed door, trans people who don’t plan on transitioning, black trans people with a black fist holding a trans flag, and any trans people who isn’t white with multiple hands of different skin tones, muslim trans people with a drawing of someone wearing a hijab in the color of the trans flag, jewish trans people with a drawing of someone wearing a white shirt and a kippah in the color of the trans flag, non binary people even those who don’t identify as trans with the non binary flag, those whose identity you might not understand with the genderfluid flag, the agender flag, the demi gender flag and the genderqueer flag, trans people who don’t pass and don’t want to with a drawing of a trans woman with a beard and dark skin raising her fist, every pronouns with dialog box in which are different sets of pronouns, trans people of every identity with the gay flag, the lesbian flag, the ace flag, the bi flag, the pan flag and the aro flag, every trans person is beautiful and deserving of so much love so don’t forget the T.” End ID

P.S. : can someone tell me if I did the image description right cuz I have no idea

i’m moving to skyrim - where should i live?

1.) solitude: wealthy, well-protected, festive, and boasting an exciting arts scene. this is the best place to live in skyrim. as long as you respect that free speech is not welcome here (unless you’re dressing it up in layers upon layers of inscrutable metaphor and calling it skaldic verse), you’ll do just fine. religious sorts and imperial sycophants will also appreciate solitude’s good old alessian values.

2.) whiterun: let’s be clear that there are actually only two good places to live in skyrim, and this is the other one. fair and respected leadership, a strong sense of town pride, and convenient access to just about anywhere else you’d like to go. one thing to consider is that the walls are terrible, and there’s about a 70% chance your house will be burned down with you in it if a dragon or stormcloak trebuchets come rolling by.

3.) riften: mild climate and beautiful views. plenty of employment opportunities both above and below ground, if you don’t mind that you’ll essentially be working for the same people at any of them. you won’t be allowed to get too ambitious, but that’s OK, because there’s a great sense of camaraderie among the diverse and hugely exploited working class.

4.) dawnstar: obviously chilly, but the port is busy and the mines are well-producing enough that their proprietors are taking out hits on one another. awe-inspiring sunrises over the sea and a somewhat picturesque, mysterious, maybe malignant tower overlooking the town. leadership is horrendous but easily ignored and will hopefully die of old age soon.

5.) falkreath: lovely pine forests, though the dour weather often makes it difficult to appreciate them. quirky sorts will find themselves right at home with the town’s singular fascination with death, and if you know someone who’s likely to die soon, there’s a sweet little family in the area who can help put them to rest. you might also be introduced to falkreath’s historic cemetery through having the jarl sic his bandits on you.

6.) morthal: seat of the poorest hold in skyrim, so not an ideal launching pad for your latest business venture. the remote and revolting location makes it seem like a good place to retire if you’re looking to withdraw from the outside world, but be aware that the outside world might still come creeping in from the bog. and eat you. or turn you into a vampire. or any other number of horrific things that the locals boredly chat about.

7.) winterhold: if you weren’t born in winterhold, it’s already too late to move in. the people follow a traditional nordic way of life that involves complaining loudly about how much they hate it here, but they will kill you if you agree with them. mages are so far removed from municipal life that the college of winterhold might as well be considered its own settlement for you magic users out there, but only a slightly better one.

8.) markarth: home to the greatest class disparity in the province. people from all walks of life travel through markarth, and half of them end up prison labor. if you want to live in skyrim without feeling like you live in skyrim, this completely backwards, hateful city is just waiting to murder you with its sheer drops and unmaintained 4000 year old stairs. afterwards, your broken body will support markarth’s popular farm-to-table movement.

9.) windhelm: everything bad about markarth, plus the fact that it’s also cold as the void itself. this is the worst place to live in skyrim. with one exception: if you care about history at the cost of your fingers and toes (and if you’re a woman, maybe also your spleen and your entire life), this could be the place for you. talos-deniers need not apply.

Dungeons & Dragons: Chronicles of Lyv

This is probably going to be an on & off again game diary for the 5th edition campaign I am running for my friends.

It's the first of Evening Chill. The year is 922 A.K.C

Our heroes, (an aarakocra wizard named Klauce Sextius, a satyr fighter named Kéfi Dieben, and a tortle druid named Herb) have found themselves in one of the largest cities on the continent. Unlike the capital of the kingdom of Alavast to the north, the people of Elaine have declared it to be one of the few free cities on the continent. Though whether it's truly free is up for debate. Many smaller towns in the region rely on Elaine for its vast resources, oftentimes at the cost of local resources and independence. Elaine has become what it had always dreaded, though not all see it that negatively. The party spent the day screwing around and getting supplies after their healer departed from the group. Klauce potentially found a lead for the next step in solving a great magical mystery which plagues the cosmos, by way of a soon-to-be-starting excavation of a small town just northwest of the city. The excavation was for a small series of tombs in the town, which had served as the last holy bastion for empires of old.

What happens next? Find out next time we get our session scheduled.

Also

I am also looking into finding stories written by authors expanding on the themes and to address the prejudices written by Horrid Phobias Lovecraft. Cosmic horror is a subgenre that I enjoy greatly, and hope to see written in the future.

Yee haw

My school had a group discord call and I was immediately reminded of how much I despised it.

New Idea!

So this is a phenomenon known as “Fata Morgana”

Essentially it is a mirage, but it looks like an alternate dimension. 

Along the shore the cloud waves break, The twin suns sink behind the lake, The shadows lengthen     In Carcosa. Strange is the night where black stars rise, And strange moons circle through the skies, But stranger still is     Lost Carcosa. Songs that the Hyades shall sing, Where flap the tatters of the King, Must die unheard in     Dim Carcosa. Song of my soul, my voice is dead, Die thou, unsung, as tears unshed Shall dry and die in    Lost Carcosa.     —"Cassilda’s Song" in The King in Yellow Act 1, Scene 2 

Add in the fact that there is another mirage that can happen, 

Now, in the book “The King in Yellow” specifically the story “The Demoiselle d'Ys” a young man ends up in a weird place with a bunch of weird characters, and one is named “Hastur.” The ending makes the whole thing seem like it was an illusion.

What if Carcosa is not another planet? What if it is a dimension that exist right here simultaneously with ours? What if it is a mirage, that we can only see in certain circumstances, and thus why it is called ‘lost Carcosa.”

The ol’ bastard’s birthday

It is that old Horrid Phobias Lovecraft’s birthday today. And I am delighted to be seeing his ideas of cosmic horror being torn from his cold, shriveled, horrid hands. That the concepts of the unknown aren’t being co-opted into HP’s own prejudices.