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Skeletor: I won't... but I could!
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Skeletor: I could fucking explode and then act like I don't know nobody!
Skeletor: I won't... but I could!

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Sometimes I write down lore for the stories I want to make, but most of the time I make music playlists of the music I was listening to when I originally thought of the lore. To make me think of it again.
For example, here is my Neko Arc playlist. I use it to think about my creatures. My little guys. (all of them are chaotic good/evil/neutral) (their lore is a lawless land)
Sometimes I write down lore for the stories I want to make, but most of the time I make music playlists of the music I was listening to when I originally thought of the lore. To make me think of it again.

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have you guys heard about the greenland shark. some crazy shit happening there.
they are sexually mature at ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY YEARS OLD.
their (live!) young gestate for. wait for it. eight to eighteen (??) YEARS. can have up to 10 at a time. good grief.
longest lifespan of any vertebrate, up to five hundred years
toxic flesh
has giant eyes but is usually blind because of a weird little crustacean that's evolved to live on and eat their eyes. this doesn't seem to bother them much.
lives in deep cold water and has the lowest swim speed and tail-beat frequency for its size across all fish species. just generally lives life in extreme slow motion
largest genome of any shark
eats everything including moose and polar bears
ma'am you are delightfully strange and I'm privileged to share a planet with you
this post prompted me to refresh my memory on Greenland Shark Facts and this detail about how they feed goes so hard
just vacuuming up their unsuspecting prey. whole !
Good news good news good news! Recent research suggests the eye parasites do NOT blind them!
Dorota Skowronska-Krawczyk sits in her office, eyes fixed on the computer monitor in front of her. "You see it move its eye," says the UC Ir
I <3 you a normal amount Greenland sharks
my favorite part of this whole thing tbh
what I think will happen if I message my mutuals
the image was making me really sad so i drew the little guy being taken care of
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"I am not a place of honor."
"You are the place of honor!"

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i should write more
why is this post completely broken in every way imaginable
Broken notes… deactivated account… removed image….
Finally, we have them all.
In addition: OP’s name is just… gone. No “[insert username]-deactivated[insert a bunch of numbers]” as is the standard for deactivated blogs.
Just the world “deactivated.” Look upon their post, ye mighty, and despair.
It’ll be almost impossible to find this post unless it wanders across your dash.
It wandered across mine. I shall help it travel forward.
this is not a place of honor
Oh hey post of Ozymandius, good to see you again standing on your feet in a desert where no one remembers you
The heat of the air burns your skin as you approach the platform where once a great stone statue stood. The platform is barren now, save for a few signs posted at its base. "why is this completely broken in every way imaginable", "Broken… deactivated… removed….", "just the word deactivated", "It’ll be almost impossible to find this unless it wanders across you", "It wandered across me. I shall help it travel forward.", "this is not a place of honor", and a crudely drawn image of a scientist holding the letter T (the text on the image is barely legible, "finally missingno").
You climb atop the platform. Although what once was here is long destroyed, it is still the highest point in the region, and should give you a good view of the area.
Windswept dunes stretch past the horizon. Hot air gives the illusion of water in every direction, but you know better. The hiss of sand over the dunes is a little quieter up here. The stone is hotter than the sand, but your feet no longer know what cold means, so what does it matter.
Thousands of sign posts of a similar manner stretch out from the platform. No one knows what happenend here to make this place so barren, yet many have seen it and heeded its warning. Except not quite.
These signs are proof of each adventurer who passes through this lifeless desert. With each signed name so grows the honor of those future travelers who will visit.
This is once again a place of honor.
the cunt who makes my life decisions (me) and the idiot who has to live with them (also me) somehow have diametrically opposed world views how am i supposed to live like this
me sowing: the harvest will be glorious. farmers tremble before my sowing prowess. i'm the king of the hill
me reaping: why the fuck did i sow all this. what the fuck. who let me have all these seeds. why the FUCK do i own a field. what the fuck.
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I'm a big fan of Strange Aeons's recent (Tue, 2 June 2026) video on Cole Sprouse's social experiment, but there's a certain question that's been festering in my mind's eye in the weeks (1 hour) after watching it.
You see, I, too, have been engaging in a kind of social experiement of my own, and, in a sense, I suppose this is how i've interacted with everyone in my life up until now (and probably in the future, tho the idea of suddenly stopping after making this post is really funny and gave me a hearty chuckle).
You see, I... have autism. That's right, the same autism many of you (who really like my lvl 40 red horse post, btw. it's kinda bizare how much yall like a screenshot I took of a certain twitch streamer's stream. I've never played that game btw, I just really liked that scene and thought you all (overgenerallizing the neurodivergency here for the sake of argument, I hope you can forgive me by the end of this post) would like it too, and you have, but, -- and I'm kinda sorry for this but in the way one says they're sorry for doing something they shouldn't have done but also benefited from and made them feel good? -- that post isn't me. Not the real me anyway. More like a facade curated specifically for my online persona and only my online persona.
What I'm trying to say is this tumblr account (and its sister account on reddit by the same name) isn't a real person and never was. I made it to try out different online personas until one stuck that I could call my own. Except none ever stuck. I've come to the conclusion that I'm kind of like a shell (or a chameleon, to use Cole's metaphor), someone who takes on the appearance of whatever situation I'm put in, because there's very little firm substrate with which to mold the social input into something I can output and be able to say, "that's me!") have. This obviously isn't autism. It's probably some form of sociopathy (possibly even psychopathy, given I've tried to delve into the inner recesses of my mind for my earliest memories, and, in an attempt to find a time I didn't think this way, disprove the idea I might simply be a psychopath. I haven't been able to so far, which is sad).
But the autism only serves to increase this behavior. It's really hard to make my own social identity when I see people laughed off their platform of choice because they make mistakes. What if I make a mistake, will I then be laughed off of here? Are the people here who I consider friends willing to bully me if I make a social blunder?
I think I will continue to play it safe here. Not that I'd be able to make my own identity even if I wanted to (see the aforementioned long paragraphs), but the point still stands that even if I could I won't. Not online.
he's a 10, AND he's The Killer :)