welcome to the inside of my brain

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To help keep track of some of the Many Many Names, you might benefit from this Drazhada family tree I made when my friend was reading:

At one point they manage to kill a monster that "cannot be killed by a weapon forged by man" by running it over with a Honda Civic. There's someone on the scene to play Watson for us, asking the details of how did they manage that. Was it because a car doesn't count as a weapon? No, it does count as one if you intend to use it as one. Is it because a car has obviously not been forged by a blacksmith like a sword would be? Nah, that actually doesn't count.

Veil status: normal

Tomorrow's veil: normal to thick

They do not know what aro or ace means, that dude would never describe himself as trans, that other guy is nonbinary but they got a job so they don't care about that right now, she's bisexual but if you ask her she'll just tell you everyone has a beautiful soul and move on, they use multiple pronouns but not out of choice people just keep on guessing and she doesn't mind and honestly kinda enjoys it but he's not telling you that

Recreationally fighting upper management about not being allowed to wear a winter jacket inside in the office and getting nagged at by sweet middle-aged office ladies about how the reason why they're always so cold and pale and everything is becuase they've never seen this mf eat anything. Nobody notices that they've never seen them actually drink their hot beverages, either.

Rolling into town, looking immaculate. Checking into the Inn. Not an inn, or the coaching house, or the traveler's hostel. The Inn. The one that takes my ridiculous oversized coin and says that my room is ready, and will I need to visit the Smith today? Perhaps a meeting with the Vintner? Shall I send up the Gourmand?

"Good afternoon, Master Whicke," the Smith says, putting aside the barrel scraper he's been working on to flip a switch beside the forge. Racks of tenpenny nails and trowels and hammers fold back to reveal the glittering points and edges of a score of swords and axes and spearpoints lit with the flicker of finely-tuned enchantments. "Shall we tour what's new?"

"What sort of occasion are we hosting, Master Whicke?" The Vintner asks, pocketing the coin with a sigh. "A funeral," you say.

"Ah, well perhaps something light to start, then," she says selecting a straight-walled flask that glitters with contained starlight, proof against the touch of the undead. " And something for remembrance," she plucks a small crock of something evil-smelling and phosphorescent. "And then something to really bring down the house." She gingerly selects a double ampoule of energetic looking jellies.

The Gourmand carefully runs his knife through the salted flank of a cockatrice with a pursing of the lips. "So many neglect trail rations, Master Whicke, and it is their shame. Paired with goldenwheat pancakes and carrion honey, a mouthful of cockatrice--properly seasoned of course--will keep the mummy rot at bay, even post-exposure. I have been given to indicate by the Management that your current escapade may make such information useful to you. I will of course wrap your purchases exceedingly carefully. Rot will be your constant companion in the Black Pyramid."

Elves:

Goblins:

Maia:

Happy #makeaterriblecomicday2025! Please make a comic! It’s mandatory that you create some piece of sequential art — what it is and how you make it is up to you! Have fun! You might as well!

If you make a comic (again, it’s mandatory) and you want to share it, post it on the tag #makeaterriblecomicday2025! Or don’t, I’m not a cop.

Remember, the goal is to make something terrible! So if you can’t draw or have never made a comic, or if it’s been ages since you made something just for fun — that’s perfect! You’re all set! If you fuck up and make something that’s NOT terrible… well, some might say there’s joy in that too.

"Yup, sounds like a bull ogre."

"Can you kill it?"

"Why?"

"You're a monster hunter!"

"What has it done, that I should kill it?"

"It's a monster!"

"We don't kill 'em for what they are. What's it done?"

"I… It is!"

You open a children's French textbook and see a chapter on how to speak basic French wards against francophone spectres

The local worker owned coffee coop made a land dedication to the ancient sleepers whose strontium bones were buried under the space they rent before the sky had a name

Checking for slumbering Old Ones is standard procedure when doing land and ocean surveys

Australia is exactly the same

There are archeologists who specialise in handling cursed artifacts and neutralising corpses that aren't as dead as they should be

There's an XKCD comic mapping shipping lanes over maps of known Deep One colonies which then concludes that boats, not the people manning them, the actual boats themselves, are naturally scared of sunken cities

The Vatican has the largest known population of bound demons on earth, which are mainly used in the training of exorcists

Scientific American is publishing papers on the buildup of plastic waste in the Backrooms

The price of selling your soul is considered taxable income, has a sales tax, and is subject to inflation

Overly Sarcastic Productions has a Classics Summarised video on the Hanged King's Tragedy

The city council mapped out the exact dimensions of a local ghost's haunting ground and that space is now the unused sub-basement of a shiny new Walmart