‘Lo children!
Gentle here with another list of suggestions for how you might improve yourself in the eyes of our Lord Booty Ghost! Increase your chances of spending your eternal afterlife in a lush, bouncy wonderland of round things in your face:
With that to entice you, I want to introduce one of our cult’s priestesses! The Lady Viki Winter is responsible for this gorgeous spellblade, and you can see more angles on that fantastic booty on her Instagram page.
Lady Winter does the majority of the 3D modeling work around here. She modeled our previous Headroom, and she’s working…
I have so much to share with you this week, my children, and somehow I also feel I have infinite time to do it. I seem to have reached some kind of threshold here; something clicked. I’d like to know if other people who conceptualize the universe in a similar way to mine can also benefit from this bit of a mind flip, so please, be free with the counter-anecdata! This is all so very subjective — but that’s the trouble with…
‘Lo child!
We hope you too have had a productive week summoning things from the ether! Our inbox is just lousy with tentacled monstrosities and scaly things, so we hope you’ll forgive us for offloading a few onto your desk.
This ferocious frost dragon was nothing but a craven excuse to use the technical “Valhallan Blizzard” in a novel way. Wings made of snow! Also another fetching application for “Aethermatic Blue,” which I am always looking for a reason to slap on something.
Aethermatic Blue was also featured on one of those great draconic mages I was working on earlier…
‘Lo child,
Welcome to the Gentle Cult. You might have noticed the world ending outside your window recently — well, we noticed a long time ago, and we’ve been mapping the wasteland. Got a little guidebook and everything. Here are some things we’ve found in the rubble this week:
Booty Roll
We know you depend upon us to regularly top off your Booty Meter, in accordance with the demands of Booty Ghost, whom we venerate.
This week’s standout booty is that of Sarsya, another of a handful of succubi we’ve been 3D printing and painting lately. …
Trauma gives you social superpowers… and forbids you from using them.
“I don’t know,” I say. “ It feels like therapy has only made me worse at making friends. I’m so conscious now of all the fucked-up things I used to do, and all the things I should never have let people do to me, and it just makes me want to hide from people until I’m whoever I’m supposed to be.”
“I don’t understand that.” My coworker isn’t really paying attention to my answer to the question she asked. I’d be angry, but it’s probably the only reason I answered her so honestly. She continues, “It always seems like you…
How to become a good person, or get good at being a person.
Being a person is hard. You may have noticed. In fact, I’d say it’s probably the hardest thing in the universe to be at this moment in time.
I’ve spent the last two years in therapy, working through my CPTSD. Therapy, especially trauma therapy, is a process wherein we build ourselves consciously with the help of an impartial observer. We discard the experiences we’ve had that no longer serve us, determine which qualities are part of the person we want to become, and take steps to become that person. …
You’ll buy what we tell you to buy, and you’ll live where we tell you to live.
So I was bopping around the internet today (I know, I know, but we all do it) and stumbled upon this discussion of our next would-be digital overlords. Is anyone but me completely terrified right now? I mean, more terrified than usual. Above and beyond the basic ambient level of terror we’ve all come to enjoy daily.
You’re telling me this company would like to compile a comprehensive list of my purchases, travel plans, location, associations, memberships, security measures… and then tie this profile they’ve made to my fingerprints and iris, so that it cannot be detached from my physical…
A love letter to Hades, Supergiant Games’ new father-fighting simulator
As the first entry in a spicy new genre I’m prepared to call the father-fighter, Hades lets us join Zagreus, the immortal son of the eponymous lord of hell, as he works out some daddy issues the only way the Greek gods know how: trading mortal blows and expensive gifts until someone consents to stay dead. It seems that Hades’ erstwhile squeeze Persephone has wearied of the old man’s sparkling wit and sunny disposition, and lit out for the surface, leaving her godling son to absorb an endless torrent of divorced-old-man whining and backhands, and the underworld in a state…
At the worst time in my life, I had nobody. No one to talk to, no support, no family, no friends. I had users and abusers who groomed me, and indifferent people who stuck around because they were bored. It makes me feel like none of this is worth it or really matters. I may get better one day (as in be able to function again, not feel like dying 24/7) but even that’s not guaranteed. I’m sure if that does happen, I’ll meet people who want to be with me. But it would feel a little bit fake. Why…
Boundaries are good for you, I promise.
I let my neighbor know beyond the hill,
and on a day we meet to walk the line
and set the wall between us once again.
We keep the wall between us as we go.
- Robert Frost, “Mending Wall”
So we talked the other day about surviving criticism from our loved ones. Certainly there’s plenty flying around at this moment — the generational differences in how we’re all coping with our evolving fascist hellscape alone are inspiring a lot of… unsolicited input, let’s say. Every generation has some notes for its forebears on how things ought to have been…
