ttrpg sideblog

this and a blunt [remembering i don't smoke]force trauma

Hello my name is Dr hotdog. And I'm a woman.

A car crash you say? The father died on the scene? This is tragic... and yet, I cannot operate on this boy. You see... I don't want to.

it's funny seeing people brag about eating their steak rare when i straight up just ask for a box cutter and a live rat to be released in the restaurant

straight up jorkin in and by it i mean well. my steering wheel

i'm having a bad day. someone is going to die today (remembers suicide jokes are bad for my mental health) and it's not going to be me. (gets scared someone will report me to the police) people around the world die of natural causes every day. (remembers i want people to think i'm smart) and i know who it's going to be (remembers i want to retain an air of mystery) but i'm not telling.

the beautiful mountains and waterfalls and animals and trees are all a distraction. they're a test. god wants you to network and build your business portfolio

always a huge fan of when a creator avoids plot armour accusations by having their character be increasingly aware that the only reason they're not dead yet is because they're being "saved" for something "greater"

death and the maiden. the bride of fate.

You walk into the kitchen and I’m wearing gloves and goggles and welding a sandwich together