Tak! quoted Non-Player Character by Veo Corva
I wanted escapism on a higher level than online fantasy games could give me.
same
I like to read
Non-bookposting: @Tak@glitch.taks.garden
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I wanted escapism on a higher level than online fantasy games could give me.
same
I was standing on a stranger’s doorstep and wishing my feet were nailed to the ground.
I didn’t want to think about it, but there were so many things now that I didn’t want to think about that they were fighting and jostling for position in the back of my head.
My internet armor had been built up in the fanfic battlegrounds and was thus impenetrable
The Mimicking of Known Successes presents a cozy Holmesian murder mystery and sapphic romance, set on Jupiter, by Malka Older, …
Content warning vague spoiler
I was only an unimportant myrmidon among thousands, pouring my time and effort and imagination into a project that he had decided he disagreed with, or couldn’t wait for.
what a mood
Mossa responded simply with a Classical quotation: “‘Why are men?’”
Content warning minor setting spoiler maybe
When the first humans settled Giant, the atmoshields of the meager few initial platforms blocked out all weather, serving as hard shells that preserved oxygen and warmth and humidity at equally standard degrees. But while people can live like that— as proved by the spaceship- and space station–bound years before the platforms were ready in sufficient numbers—most don’t like to, and when the porous atmoshield was developed it quickly became popular and soon standard on most platforms, despite the inconveniences of wind, rain, tempests, and variable temperatures.
I feel like this would not be the case in reality
Frefor was one of those men who must always make noises before they speak, like a short runway allowing their thoughts to launch.
BOOK ONE OF THE CRAFT WARS SERIES
Since her village chased her out with pitchforks, Tara Abernathy has resurrected gods, …
People who are very pleased with themselves are rarely driven to suicide by lack of interest from a single stranger.
A fact that is occasionally lamentable
At the end of the day, I was trained by a bunch of megalomaniacal necromancers, so all my solutions look like megalomaniacal necromancy.
mood
Humans were the same everywhere. The best fights to pick were the kind where the other guy couldn’t fight back.
A certain sort of man never could quite get past the memory of your hand several fingers deep in his neck.