Land of Gale and Lightning

oh I see. it was the crime of wanting. that's why I deserve it.

squeezing my pussy and concentrating all the microplastics in my body to print a perfect tiny figurine of a fruit bat

Neither “the magic is going away” nor “the magic is just beginning” but “the magic has been around for fifty years and society has only partly adjusted”

Okay, look. Back in my day, we were warned about Otherrealm safety, right? Don't give your real name, don't make promises, pay attention to exact words, all of that. Yes, maybe people were being excessively paranoid, but also, we understood there are bad things out there. And these days, kids just put their full names on Faerbook? And tell the things with teeth where they live? I think we have gotten so comfortable with this stuff that we're raising an arcanely illiterate generation, that's what we're doing. Oh, and don't get me started on people relying on eyeless chattering constructs rather than actual scrying. I blame Big Thaum, I really do.

We've gotten so used to the trolls that we've forgotten that we shouldn't feed them!

bitches hate me for my earnest whimsy and my pathological degree of avoidant behavior

You ever see a post that just looks like someone swinging an incredibly high resolution bat at an impossibly busty hornet’s nest?

and what if I told you nine was less afraid of love than ten. what then.

for a moment i lived in a beautiful world where doctor who didn’t exist and this was simply a seven-ate-nine joke too layered for me to understand

like where does it end