i WILL continue to post my own tiktoks because i am very funny
easily the best comment this tiktok received.
My copy of @drchucktingle's book Camp Damascus has arrived! (The publishers were kind enough to send me an advanced copy when I mentioned that I had ordered a copy but time was not kind to me as it was Finish Good Omens and Wrap Things Up Before the Strike world, and I had no personal reading time. So I'm really looking forward to settling down to read it.)
let it be known that @neil-gaiman has been a true buckaroo from DAY ONE. always accepted my unique way and understood the sincerity of my trot and my art. thank you neil i appreciate you so much bud. i am humbled and honored by your support through the years. a buckaroo legend
the-trash-eating-llama asked:
Have you ever partaken in the flesh of another?
fluffydancer618 answered:
This one shall do nicely.
35 miles, happy 24 hours.
24 miles, 19 hours and ticking.
It's ok, take your time
Hog swill
Might take a minute.
Back on track, 20 miles ~20 hours, might need a medic.
Buddy???
Found the portal, expect my corpse to arrive in 17-20 hours.
What
What the hell
Welcome to Mimic Ikea! Don't worry about it.
is Mimic Ikea one large mimic housing many smaller mimics?
Don't worry about it
This is true I think, everyone just has very normal and even-minded thoughts and opinions about transfeminine sexuality
what would you do if that was you?
this is one of the few instances where watching the entire video was worth the punchline at the very end
"Do you enjoy doing math?"
"I do not."
"How about live improv?"
"Not at all."
"Okay... but what if there are dragons?"
"...keep talking."
Dungeons & Dragons & Derivatives
I bet octopuses think bones are horrific. I bet all their cosmic horror stories involve rigid-limbs and hinged joints.
To an octopus, a human is like a thinking being with blood-stained coral growing inside it.
I need to sit down and breathe into a bag for a while.
Its parts were obscenely limited in their movement. Each hinge could open or close only a small amount before reaching its limit, yet by working in concert they demonstrated unexpected dexterity, moving and manipulating the objects before it with cunning equal to my own. It was more torso than limb, as though a seal had been stretched and warped, given long grasping tentacles filled with bones like bars of coral. It’s head was most horrid of all, flat and ovoid, jutting out too small from the trunk as though it belonged to a beast half its size.
The thing rose upon its lowermost appendages, two long trunks that ended in flat, protruding flippers that branched into stubby, grasping mockeries of a sucker. It’s triple-hinged uppermost limbs were similar, but the ends branched into five smaller tentacles, each with three hinges of their own.
I froze, as the thing’s gaze fell upon me and it opened its hideous fish-jaw, filled with thick, many-shaped teeth like white shards of stone, and spoke in a shrill, discordant babble. I felt its horrid dry grip on my flesh, as those hinged appendages closed on me like the legs of a crab.
I felt the heat of its body, tasted its noxious, oily flesh through my touch, and prepared for the end, and all went black as a swoon overtook me.
I awoke, some time later, the cold and comforting water, banished back to the comfort of the sea and the dark. I should be grateful I am alive. I should cast aside the experience like a half-remembered dream.
I shall never again go swimming in search of lights above. The last thing I recall before the darkness took me was my right eye popping free of the thing’s grasp enough to see into the distance for one brief moment.
I saw thousands of lights.
ok so it turns out “horror but it’s about something mundane from the perspective of a non-human animal” fucks severely